#drugged out snapping and singing to the song. help me.

[around-your-throat]

young volcanoes still the hottest music video ever btw

[salfishersface]

Late Night Call From An Ex || Larry Johnson

Synopsis - You receive a late night call from your ex.

Warnings - NSFW. Drug Use.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 3.4k.

{Caffeinate Me}

It was heading into the early hours of the morning and everywhere, both inside and outside of your apartment, was quiet. The town of Nockfell was sleeping. There were only two sources of light illuminating your room: first came from the blue screen of your TV, you see, you had fallen asleep watching your favourite movie a few hours earlier, and the second came from the light of the moon behind the sheer curtains covering your window. Your sleep was dreamless and tranquil at the same time, your body was in a state of complete relaxation… that was until your phone began to ring and vibrate loudly on the glass-top bedside table just to your right. 

You shot up from your scrunched up position and while your eyes adjusted to the two sources of light in your room, you flailed your arm around on the bedside table to reach for your phone. Out of fear of an emergency, you didn’t even bother to check the caller ID. You clicked the accept button and brought the phone to your ear. “Hello? Is everything okay?” You asked, your voice shaky from nerves and still full of sleep. A short, sweet giggle came down the other end of the phone and immediately extinguished any panic you had been feeling and replaced it with pure rage. “Who is this?” You asked, your tone firmer than before. 

“It’s mee,” the voice replied in a giggling, drunken sing-song. Upon hearing those two words, your heart sank. It was your ex-boyfriend: Larry Johnson. 

You let out a frustrated sigh and hesitated between hearing him out or ending the call immediately. You pulled the phone away from your ear to check the caller ID in order to confirm that it was Larry, when you noticed the time. It was almost half three in the morning – the time alone made you want to hear what he could possibly want. With another sigh you rolled your eyes. “What do you want Larry?” You asked, trying to keep the calm tone of your voice. Larry let out another dreamy sigh on the end of the phone and you immediately knew he was drunk, stoned, or both. After a few seconds passed by with no response, you repeated your question. “What do you want Larry?”

Larry stopped his giggling on the other end of the line and let out a groan. “Missed you,” he slurred. “Wanted to speak to you.”

“You’re drunk and high,” you sighed. Despite this, you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter at his admission. 

“I was just trying to numb the pain,” a choked cry escaped his lips followed by a sigh. “They say drugs and alcohol numbs the feelings, right? Well I’m feeling so much pain Y/N.”

You felt your heart clench with sadness at Larry’s words. You pulled your phone away from your ear to look at the date before responding. “Larry… It’s been four months.”

“I know, I know, and it’s been the worst four months of my life. I need to see you,” desperation oozed from Larry’s voice and you let out a soft groan. “Please Y/N.”

“Do you even know what time it is right now Larry?” You snapped, checking the time once more. You didn’t even give him a chance to answer before you carried on. “It's just past half three in the morning. You woke me up.”

But Larry wasn’t fazed by whatever time it was. “Please,” he repeated. You could hear the sadness and pain in his voice. 

With a low growl of defeat you closed your eyes tightly and nodded your head. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” and with that, you put the phone down and swung your legs over the edge of your bed. You headed to the bathroom of the apartment to brush your teeth and shoved on some comfy clothes while trying to prepare yourself for what you would find at Larry’s apartment. That’s what hurt you more. 

When you were ready, you grabbed your car keys from the dressing table in your bedroom and made sure all of the windows in your apartment were locked. Then you rushed from your front door to your car which was parked in its allocated space in the apartment complexes’ parking lot. You began the short drive to Addison Apartments and took note of the streetlights that illuminated the way and lit up the drunkards who were stumbling home with their friends and loved ones. Your heart felt heavy as you pulled up to the apartments. You pulled your key out of the ignition and ran to the heavily lit entrance of the complex, running straight towards the elevator and pressing the ‘B’ button that would take you to the basement below. When you arrived at the basement, the elevator door opened with a loud ding, startling you slightly. You stepped out of the elevator and quickly made your way to Larry’s apartment door, banging loudly. 

After a few seconds of banging, the door to Larry’s apartment swung open revealing the long-haired brunette. You looked at your ex-boyfriend, his eyes sunken and red from crying and smoking weed. “You came!” Larry exclaimed, hiccuping slightly. A wide, yet sad smile appeared on his lips. You pushed past Larry and took a few steps into his apartment, the smell of weed and stale alcohol immediately filling your nostrils.

“Of course I came,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “You called me at half three in the morning, what was I supposed to do?” 

“I knew you’d come,” Larry whispered softly as tears began to fall down his cheeks. Larry took in your appearance and watched you, almost as if he was waiting for you to say something. But when you didn’t say anything, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against his body. “Gods, I’ve missed you so much.” He choked up. You froze in place, unsure of what to do. You wanted to comfort Larry, you really did, but at the same time all of this was happening because of him. He was the one who broke things off with you four months ago with no real reason as to why. Eventually, after a few seconds, you began to pat Larry’s back hesitantly. “I’ve missed you,” he repeated. 

You let out a frustrated sigh as your hand began to make absent-minded circles on Larry’s back. He smelt of drugs and booze, it was turning your stomach. “Where’s Sal?” You asked him quietly.

“Went home,” Larry grumbled, wiping his nose on his long-sleeved shirt. “He said that I needed to talk to you… To fix this. To fix us.”

“Larry, you made it perfectly clear that there wasn’t ever going to be an us again.”

“I was wrong, okay? Look… I need you. I’m an utter mess without you. All I do is drink and get high, hoping that your beautiful, beautiful face will disappear from my mind.” 

Another sigh left your lips and you could feel your heart breaking. You too were finding it hard to come back from the breakup, but you were trying your best. One of the reasons you were doing ‘so good’ was because you went no-contact, and yet here you are standing in front of Larry, offering him comfort. It was painful. “You know getting high and drunk isn’t a good way to deal with your emotions Larry,” you spoke softly to him. 

“I know but…” Larry trailed off, sniffling. 

“No buts,” you said sternly. “Come on, let’s get you showered and cleaned up.” Larry didn’t even protest as you shut his apartment door and led him towards the bathroom. You turned on the shower and allowed it time for the water to heat up as you turned towards your ex-boyfriend who was still sniffling to himself. “Arms up,” you said, motioning your arms up. Larry followed in your movements, lifting up his arms as you grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “Good, good,” you whispered, more-so to yourself than Larry, who was already working on unbuttoning his trousers. In the blink of an eye, your ex-boyfriend was now completely naked in front of you, stumbling his way into the shower. “Be careful!” You hiss as he slips on the watery, slippery surfaces upon entering.       

“Oops,” Larry giggled, allowing the water to spray over his head and trickle down his body. 

“Sit down Larry,” you said, motioning towards the floor of the shower. Without any words of protest Larry sat down, the water completely covering his head and body now. You grabbed a handful of shampoo and began to rub it into Larry’s scalp. Your heart was beating rapidly at the tenderness of the moment, a queasiness settling in your stomach. Larry had stopped his giggling and was now staring at you as your fingers massaged his scalp. “What?” You asked, your voice laced with a hint of annoyance. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, biting his bottom lip. 

You felt your heart jump even harder against your ribcage at Larry’s words, but you chose to ignore his antics. After tonight, you’d go no contact again. This was just a blip of a reunion. You ignored Larry’s words and motioned for the man to put his head under the running water. Larry complied, rinsing the soap out of his hair. He already felt slightly more sober. When Larry’s hair was completely rinsed you grabbed the shower gel and poured a decent sized blob on a flannel. You began to wash his body, starting with his shoulders. You made sure that the suds from the flannel poured down his chest. “May I?” You asked, motioning down to his lower body. Larry nodded his head, his eyes glazed over as he watched you bending down to wash his legs and groin area. When you were finished washing his body, Larry leaned against the cold tile walls and allowed the water to run down his body. It was clear he was coming down from the drugs and alcohol now. “Come on, let’s get you dressed and into bed,” you whispered to Larry, as you turned off the shower and grabbed a towel from the towel rack to wrap over his body. 

“Thank you,” Larry hiccuped as he stepped out of the shower. He led the way to his bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed with the towel still wrapped firmly around his shoulders. 

“You’re welcome Larry,” you whispered back, a soft smile on your lips. All the anger you had felt towards him for calling you in the early hours of the morning had disappeared and was replaced by a familiar fuzzy feeling in your stomach. You shook your head, trying your hardest not to allow those feelings to fester anymore than they already had. “Let’s get you dressed.”

Larry shook his head and lay back on the bed, allowing his body to be on full display for you. “You know I like to sleep naked,” he said cockily, a tired smirk on his lips. 

“So you do,” you mumbled. You patted your thighs awkwardly as you looked around Larry’s bedroom. It didn’t look much different than when the two of you were together, there was just more junk lying around the floor. “Are you going to be okay now?” 

Larry immediately perked up at your words, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’re not leaving, are you?” He asked, panic lacing his voice. 

“Well, yeah. You seem sobered up enough for me to go back to my house, back to sleep.”

“Don’t leave me,” Larry whispered softly, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you towards the edge of the bed. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Larry…” you whispered back, trying your hardest not to let the tears well up in your eyes.

“Just for tonight.” You felt your resolve crumbling little by little, especially with the way Larry was looking at you. His eyes were large, resembling a puppy dog, and he had a discreet pout on his lips. “Just for tonight,” he whispered, pulling you down on top of him. It didn’t take a second for his lips to meet yours, kissing you so lightly you would have mistaken his lips for a feather if your eyes weren’t open. A gasp left your lips at the contact and you attempted to move away. 

“Larry, we can’t.” 

“Just for tonight,” he repeated again, closing his eyes and kissing you more passionately than before. You couldn’t deny him, not when your heart was beating as rapidly as it was. You kissed back, letting out a soft moan as your own eyes fluttered closed. You felt his cock twitch against your thighs as you deepened the kiss further, your hands moving to cup his face to keep him steady. He smelt like a mixture of body soap and alcohol, it was oddly comforting to you. Larry rolled you both over so his naked form was now hovering over you, droplets of water fell from his wet hair onto your face and neck just as your ex-boyfriend leaned down to pepper hot kisses against your throat. “Missed you so much Y/N,” he whispered against your jugular vein. Without any hesitation Larry’s hands were already moving to your trousers, inching them down your thighs. Your body shivered as your trousers were pulled off completely and thrown across the room but you were too caught up in the kiss to verbally react. Larry’s hands cupped your tits over your shirt and groaned at the feeling of them against the palm of his hands. “Oh my Gods,” he moaned against your mouth. His cock was now rock hard and leaking pre-cum against your bare thighs. “I can’t wait much longer.” 

“Are we really doing this?” You ask, panting heavily. 

“Yes,” Larry replied. His thumbs tucked under the elastic of your underwear before he ripped them off, leaving your bottom half completely bare to him. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” Larry mumbled as his hand smoothed up your thigh, finally coming to rest on the lips of your heat. Larry gazed into your eyes as he slicked a finger inside your cunt, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to stop the moan that was threatening to spill from his lips. 

“Larry,” you whimpered softly, grasping onto the sheets below your body. 

“You’re so wet,” he gasped. Larry began to move his finger in and out of you slowly, earning every moan and gasp that fell from your lips. After a few seconds of this motion, Larry inserted a second finger inside of you and began scissoring. He wanted to make sure you were fully stretched for him. You let out a whimper as Larry retracted his fingers and put them up to your lips. “Suck,” he demanded. You nodded your head and opened your mouth slowly, allowing Larry to slip his digits past your lips. Your scent and taste invaded your senses as you slowly slurped the wetness off of Larry’s fingers, moaning softly as you did. “Such a good girl for me.” 

You let out a moan of appreciation and felt Larry position himself between your legs. “Please Larry,” you whispered, your voice begging. 

“I’ll give you what you want my sweet girl. I promise,” Larry whispered as he fully seated himself between your legs. He didn’t even give you a second to answer before pushing himself past your tight entrance. The moan that ripped through your lips was obscene and you couldn’t help but cling tightly against Larry as he gave you a few seconds to adjust. You were about to give him the go-ahead, to tell him that it was okay for him to move, but Larry must have read your mind. His hips pulled away from your own before snapping back against them in one swift, rapid movement. Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open. “Holy shit, you’re so tight!” Larry exclaimed through gritted teeth, hips moving immediately once more. 

“Larry!” You squealed, biting your lip. Larry however responded to your squeal by fucking into you at a harder rate, his cock practically spearing in and out of you. Your arms hung loosely around Larry’s waist and your head tilted further back on the bed, not only this but you were moaning loudly. You didn’t have the head space to be embarrassed about that though, all’s you could think about was how nice it felt to be fucked like this again. To be fucked like you were the most precious thing on earth. Your legs were untangling from Larry’s waist due to the sheer intensity of his thrusts when Larry decided to switch positions slightly. In one easy movement he had you folded, legs over his shoulder and forehead pressed against yours as he pounded against you. His eyes gazed into yours with such passion, desire and adoration that it sent visible tingles up your spine. 

“You know I love you,” he panted, pressing soft kisses to your nose and cheeks. You felt your cunt flutter at those words and at the sultry, lustful tone of his voice which just made Larry smirk. “Do you like that? Hmmm? When I say that I love you?” You didn’t hesitate to nod, which only made the brunette chuckle lowly. “Then let me say it again: I. Love. You.”

“I love you too,” you gasped out. Your eyes widened as you felt the coil in your stomach tightening, threatening to snap at any moment. Larry was quick to recognise this and brought a hand up to your throat, squeezing slightly as he continued to pump away. Your toes began to curl as he continuously hit that squishy soft spot inside of you and before you knew it, you were cumming. “Fuck, Larry. I’m cumming!” You practically screamed, eyes widening even more until they shook as you squirted over Larry’s torso and groin area. Your cunt clenched down on his cock, pulsating and fluttering as the clear liquid gushed out of you unapologetically. The sight, the sounds, the sensations – it was all too much for Larry. 

Immediately, he came. His hips stuttering as he filled you up to the brim while whimpering in your ear. “Shit I’m cumming. Marry me, please fucking marry me.”

You couldn’t deny him. Not right now. Not while rope after rope of his semen was flowing inside of you. Nodding your head you let out a strained, shaky breath. “Okay.” 

“Thank you,” he groaned, finally stilling his hips against your own. Larry continued to keep his face buried into the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses against your neck as he gasped for breath. The hand that he had wrapped around your throat was now stroking gentle circles on your cheek, as if mapping your facial structure to his memory. “Holy shit, I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you mumble softly. 

Larry finally lifts his head up from your shoulders and kisses your lips softly. His lips greedily glided over yours as his hands trailed down to map your body. “I meant what I said y’know,” he muttered sleepily.

“Huh?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“I want you to marry me. I don’t want to be apart from you anymore. These last four months have been hell for me, being without you, it made me realise that I don’t care if I’m a screw up. I need you.” 

“Larry—“

“No Y/N,” Larry said sternly, interrupting you. “I mean it. I need you in my life. You make me want to be a better person. You make me feel as though life is worth living.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. You could hear the sincerity oozing out of each syllable. “I will marry you,” you said, cupping his face with your hand. Larry opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He had to admit, he was shocked. He was expecting some form of resistance from you. 

“You will?” He asked, dumbfounded. You chuckled and nodded your head, looking up at him with an affectionate gaze. Larry grinned at you before pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. “Fuck, I really love you.”

You and Larry had a lot to work on together, but you were both determined to make it work between the two of you. Shortly after this encounter, you were moving your stuff into the basement of Addison Apartments as Larry had asked you to move in with him. Being back in his embrace just felt right. It felt needed, for the both of you. You couldn’t believe that after four months of being apart, you clicked as if you had never been separated. That is what true love is.

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♡..I don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy, I just wanna be apart of your family.. ♡

Dad!daryl.

Summary: Y/Ns family isn't the best, so she finds comfort in the hot headed redneck.

Era: the quarry

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Tw: abuse (mental and physical), alcohol, methamphetamine use (drugs), PTSD, mentions of ADHD. (Let me know if I've missed anything.)

Smashed bottles, shouting and fighting was the norm for Y/N L/N. Its just how It was. She had developed PTSD as a young child, flinching from any sort of loud noise or screaming. And today wasn't any different.

She walked out of the trailer she called 'home'. Although it wasn't much of a home. She lived and breathed in it, but she didn't go there when she wanted comfort or seek warmth. No. Never. She hated it there. It always smelled of Alcohol or weed, and the smell would just never go, no matter how much of her sacred perfume she sprayed.

She only had socks on her feet, and was wearing a pink nightie with bows on it, her hair neatly tied up in a ponytail. Tears fell from her tired eyes, dripping down her cheeks and onto the bundle, her baby sister.

Her parents where drunk, so they probably didn't even notice the absence of their 14 year old and 3 month old. That was the norm for the L/N family.

She sat down next to the water, her knees brought up to her chest, leaving just enough space to rest the baby in her lap.

The sound of her tears dripping against the little pit of water in the sound calmed her and the baby. She wondered why, though. The tears that where falling from her pretty eyes where one's made shed by her own parents. The two people in her life that where meant to help her and care for her. She stared at her reflection, brushing a piece of stay hair out of the babies face.

She cuddled her sister, humming her favourite song. She rocked side to side gently, before singing quietly, careful not to wake up anyone near.

"Staring down the barrel of the hot sun.. shining with a sheen of a shotgun.. Carol has a little if we need some.. joa has a ride if you wanna come.."

She carried on singing, tears brimming her eyes again. Faint footsteps carried up the beach, but she was too indulged in singing and keeping the baby asleep to care.

"grocery store list now you get this, I don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy, I just wanna be apart of your family.."

Footsteps creep up behind her and she jumped, spinning around on her knees. It was the redneck man with the motorbike. Daryl, his name was. She stared up at him, the bundle still in her arms. She was confused about why he was up so late. Until she realised she was too.

"What are ya doin' out here this late, sunshine?" He asked. She stayed quiet, bowing her head for a second, before looking up at him again. "I just.. wanted some space and water." She said, standing up. Daryls eyebrows furrowed with confusion and something else.. empathy.

He could see her tear stained face, the little wet spots on the babies blanket. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. He leaned his crossbow and string of squirrel and bird on the rock wall, before holding his arms out. Y/N looked at him confused, then passing him the baby. He rocked her, smiling a little.

"Cute lil' thing, huh? What's her name?" The gruff man said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Oh, Rose," she said, bowing her head once more. "Ya named her, didn't you?.." daryl asked, taking int he girls expression as a yes. He knew her parents where horrible.. just like his. He scanned her face, seeing himself in her. A young, scared, innocent little kid just waiting for their childhood to be destroyed.

"I.. I'm sorry for waking you, Mr Dixon, I'm so sorry.." she apologised, daryl shaking his head in disbelief. How is she apologising for something she didn't do? Ah. She did it often. To her parents.

"Ya didn't wake me, kid. I jus' came back from huntin'. Nothin' ta worry 'bout." He said, before letting out a huff, swapping the little on to his other arm carefully before pulling the kid into a side hug. And, she cried. Poured her little heart out. Sobs wracked through her body as daryl swayed, shushing her, and doing anything he could to comfort her.

"C'mon. Let's get Ya to bed. Yer sleepin' in the tent next ta me. The little one can sleep in yer arms. That okay sunshine?" She nods, smiling up at him, picking up his crossbow and squirrels up for him, following him up to his little spot.

"Merle the Madman isn't here.. right?.." She said, making daryl smile. Although he had disappeared thanks to officer friendly, he liked the nickname. "Nah. He's not here. Went missin'." He said, and she let out a quiet sigh. "I'm sorry Mr Dixon.." daryl layed out the two sleeping bags, patting it, letting her lay down comfortably.

"Nah. S'its alrigh'. Bastard had it comin'." She laughed a little, before taking her sister out of daryls arms, making her comfortable too.

"And sunshine?" Daryl said, turning to her.

"Yes Mr Dixon?"

"From now on, it's Daryl." He said, they both settled, eventually falling asleep, a smile on both their faces.

Early in the morning, y/n woke up with an empty sleeping bag next to her. She yawned, and stretched. She sat up, picking up her little sister. She needed a bottle, but she decided to ask Carol for one instead of going back in that wretched camper trailer.

Her feet padded along the dirt, until she came to an abrupt stop around the camp fire logs. She stared at the sight infront of her, tears involuntarily falling down her face.

Her mother was lying there, a stab wound in her head. She had turned. She probably went outside to the RV to go to the toilet and got attacked. Or overdosed. One of the two.

Her dad was drunkenly screaming, as usual, Rick and Shane trying to calm him down, before his eyes landed on you.

He stomped towards you, and all you could see is flashes of the amount of times he'd hit you, and threatened your life. Your eyes widened as he got closer and closer, bottle ready to hit you.

Until someone hit him.

He fell, flat on the ground, groaning, blood trickling from the side of his head. Daryl had hit him with a nearby pole. She looked at daryl, tears in her eyes.

Daryl pulled her into a tight hug, comforting her and scowling at her dad at the same time. Nobody expected that from a dixon. The hitting thing? Yeah. The comforting a 14 year old infront of a group of atleast 20 people? No. Not at all.

Shane and Rick grabbed the man, hoisting him up, and putting him back in his trailer, slamming the door shut.

"Daryl! That is not how we deal with stuff around here!" Shane shouted, daryl shielding her from everything, but you looked under his arm.

"Maybe if ya lowlifes tried ta take him down 'Fore he started hittin' his own kid, I wouldn't have had ta hit him!" He snapped back at Shane. Shane scowled, shifting his weight onto one of his legs and putting his hands on his hips. "Let me tell you somethin'. Maybe if you pulled your head outta your ass, looked around and read the room you wouldn't have to hit people," he said, adjusting his awful cap.

"Maybe if you pulled your head out of your ass and stopped thinking with your dick we'd have a stable community we all could live and thrive in." She said. Everyone went dead silent. So did he. And daryl. He just trudged away to go and deal with her dad.

Daryl and Y/N got back to their tent, and liv placed her sister into the makeshift cot. "Daryl?" She asked. "Yes sunshine?"

"Can I call you dad?" She said, staring up at him with those beautiful puppy eyes he just adored.

"Sure thing, Darlin'."

An: I enjoyed writing this. One of my favourite fics so far I think. Thank you for reading <3

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘

Part two

Genre: angst

Setting: early 2000s ,, L.A.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and drug addiction. Sex addiction. lots and lots of cursing. he cheats. (the horror) slight mentions of suicide. slight grammar errors im writing this at 3 am.

Summary: Jungkook was always one to have his anger get the best of him...that was only because of the amount of drugs and alcohol he abuses in his daily life. When you first met him, you knew he had personal problems but he never discussed those things with you. One night after a show, you wanted to talk about his habits and something snapped in him. You don't know if you're able to even look at him again.

Rockstar!Jungkook - he sings and plays guitar.

Jungkook had some problems...mentally. And you knew it, and so did his band mates. You were the type to try and ignore it and see the good in him for the most part. Certain times, Jungkook was definitely a good boyfriend to you. He would buy you expensive bouquets, new clothes, and even jewlery; but that was all during a time where he was sober. You don't know what happened to make him relapsed and you honestly tried to retrace your steps.

It gotten so hard on you, to the point Jaehyun, his bandmate that plays drums, had to remind you countless times that none of this wasn't your fault. You couldn't help but still have it on your mind though.

Kook distanced himself from you and he rarely ever calls you. You tried to call him but you would always hear that he was either unavailable or worse, just a dead line- no one would even pick up. Overthinking with such a guy like him was inevitable. You didn't know what he was doing because you couldn't even get a hold of him. You tried your best to let him be an adult and let him just comeback on his own; but that never worked out in the end.

So you decided to take matters into your own hands. Jaehyun contacted you that they would be during their last show of their tour in downtown L.A. at the metal club. You we're excited but very disappointed in how Jungkook didn't tell you but someone else did. You shrugged it off and made your way towards the club.

The show went on as planned and they performed- in a sense good. The other members were flawless with their instruments but you noticed that Kook wasn't doing so well. It was unusual for him to even slip up a riff. You sighed already could tell he had some alcohol in his system. It was even obvious in his singing. You looked over at the bassist and the other guitar player-Yugyeom and Eunwoo. The two seemed to take notice of Jungkooks performance and how it can affect the rest of the members and song all together.

Luckily, the show went on and managed to have the crowd cheering and screaming. You went backstage and waited for them to come out. Each member greeted you with a warm smile and Jaehyun stopped for a moment.

"You noticed?"

"Yeah...he's drunk. He was already in a shit mood ever since this morning. When he sees you, hopefully that sour attitude changes."

Jaehyun said before shaking his head. "If he does anything to you..let me know. Ok?" You nodded at his request and that nearly had your hair on your arms sticking up. At last Jungkook came off stage already having a beer bottle in his hand. He saw you and just rolled his eyes which you was taken aback by that action of his. "What are you doing here (name)?" He said nonchalantly, as if he didn't wanted you there in the first place.

"Jaehyun was nice enough to tell me you were doing your last tour stop here. Ughh Kook, you fucking reek of alcohol-"

Jungkook just chuckled and took a swig of his beer. "And this? can we talk about how you just relapsed out of nowhere and how you never return my calls? You've been so distant with me lately." You snapped at him as you watched him, carelessly drink his drink. "I've been busy-"

"Drinking and doing coke isn't being 'busy' you need serious help Jungkook and your band mates is slowly getting sick and tired of your behavior and so am I!"

"I don't fucking care what they think. I'm living my best fucking life as much as possible trying to keep myself fucking happy in this world!"

"So doing this is your solution?!"

"Yeah. Drugs, beer, a good fuck with a girl who isn't bugging me 24/7 trying to get in contact with me"

That was it. You froze for a moment and all the color on your face has drained as your heart sunk. Jungkook still didn't realize what he said. You watched him throw away the bottle, taking out a cigarette and lighting it with his lighter afterwards. You didn't have the energy to even comment on it but you were more worried about his wellbeing.

"Why? just....just why are you trying to kill yourself like this?" You said trying to not choke up on your words.

"Im tired. I kinda do wanna sleep." Kook replied, exhaling the nicotine. "also I wanna get away from you. i'm sick of you..."

im sick of you

im sick of you

You couldn't help but repeat those harsh words over and over. You couldn't tell if the alcohol or drugs were talking or Jungkook himself. He still had no reaction to what he said but you was already too weak to even argue with him. You felt tears roll down your cheeks and heard a sigh coming from him. "Look, I gotta go. I can't be here while you're crying like this-"

He walked passed you so carefree. He didn't even bother to look back as he walked down the hallway. After that, you knew it'll be the last time you talked with him. You felt like he didn't need you so why should you continue to care.

You left the club alone without your boyfriend that you once cherished and cared about.

Extra: 6 months later. Jungkook was in rehab in a therapy session. Told in Kooks pov.

I was in my therapy session and I told my therapist about my problems I had with the things I do. I've been told things that I regret saying to my girlfriend. I was just too upset with everyone and high off my fucking mind to the point she stopped all contact.

I wanted to go back to my habits again but that would only cause me more unwanted trauma. I was still in denial after what Jaehyun told me. I seriously don't remember anything from that night...and it pisses me off.

After receiving the news I've gotten from my brother, my whole world crashed and I wanted a way to get out of here. I couldn't bare just being here I was mentally and physically exhausted with my life. Nothing was making me happy and touring definitely didn't help. I grew an unhealthy addiction with sex. I had sex with many woman not caring in the slightest I was taken. Not caring I had someone worried about me back at home.

I really loved (name)...I really did. In the beginning; I tried my absolute hardest to stay away from the dark. She was my light.

"It seems you wasn't ready..."

"I wasn't. I wish I could go back in time and changed everything."

a/n : Yay or nah? Lowkey was in my feelings but i wanted to write angst.

dividers: cr to owners

[thatanimewriter]

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.

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❝ 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. ❞ ── 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘯. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

you used to be a bodyguard for sunday and robin, but after a certain accident involving robin, you've been stripped of your job to work for siobhan. you've never seen sunday or robin since until this year's charmony festival.

── 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 + 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

the clink of ice against glass disturbed the silence that would've rested in the air. your eyes glanced at the clock as you poured drinks into the glass for yourself. 1:23 am. a sigh left your lips as you put your utensils in the sink for you to clean later. condensation gathered on the outside of the glass and slipped down the stem of the glass to soak into the coaster beneath.

everyone had long gone to bed, even in the dreamscape where escapism was a drug and the serotonin took the guests 10 years into their past. even the oldest of guests seemed suspiciously youthful when you left your den that you call a workplace. you envied their freedom, but you'd been shackled to an underground bar where your interaction with humans was minimal.

slipping a sprig of mint into your drink, you pulled a couple crates out from underneath the bar to create a makeshift stool. you looked at the clock again and yawned. 1:25. your shoulders slumped as you rested your elbows on the countertop to take a sip of your drink.

the soft patter of footsteps on carpet brought a wave of dread that crashed against your bones that quickly turned into rage. your eyes narrowed at the halovian man walking towards you with an irritated expression not unlike your own.

"5 minutes until close," you muttered, rolling your eyes and taking another swig of your drink.

sunday took a seat in front of you, frowning at you with overwhelming disdain. "slacking off, i see. typical."

you slid your drink to the side and stood to gain some height on him. "i would turn you away, but you'd get me fired and boot me off to some other job, hm?" your fingers drummed against the surface of the bar when sunday scoffed at your remark.

"if you'd done your job correctly, i wouldn't have fired you," he defends.

"need a drink for that filthy mouth of yours?" you grumbled, turning to prepare something that you would begrudgingly give to one of the most important members of the family.

"it's far too late for me to be indulging." you took slight pride in offending sunday, but kept the smile to yourself as you polished a glass.

"oh, but it's the height of the night if you're here right on close," you taunted. "didn't even let me finish my drink before you came barging in."

"oh, i'm sorry, i thought it was work policy not to drink on the job," sunday snapped, crossing his arms. "i'm not here for a drink."

"i know, i'm not mentally deficient," you responded, turning around to glare at him. "it's too late to rekindle things if that's what you're after, it's been years."

sunday rolled his eyes and you swore his little wings twitched at your comment. "i wouldn't be here if i didn't need something from you," he grumbled, running a gloves hand through his hair.

"interesting..." you pursed your lips at his words and took your seat once more, tracing a finger around the rim of your glass. "shame that i'm 'no longer proficient' at my initial job. can't help you, sir."

the man sighed at your attitude before giving in and exposing his intentions. "robin's dead." you paused and looked him in the eyes, looking for a sign of a lie, but you found nothing.

"i hate to say it, but maybe she wouldn't be if i was still her bodyguard," you mumbled in a sing-song manner.

"you-"

"i've not seen her since i was fired, i hope you haven't come here to accuse me of murdering her." you scowled at sunday when he hesitated to deny your claim. "that's low, even for you."

"i have nothing to go off," he said, wings drooping at his lack of information. "i need information to find the culprit and make them pay."

you shrugged and skulled the rest of your drink. "not my problem, but i am gonna have to ask you to bump it. we're closed and i'm off the clock."

as you turned away to clean your glass and pack up, sunday's eyes remained on you. he traced your figure with his eyes and he found himself at a loss for how different you both had become. ambient silence replaced the venomous conversation you had shared and he eventually stood from his seat and left the bar. as he reached the stairs, he looked back at your spot at the counter only to find you gone, and the lights off.

"damn it..." he hissed, continuing on his way home.

you rubbed your eyes as you woke up the next day, tucked under the fluffy comforter and hair a mess. you reached for your phone to check the time and sighed when you saw you had a text from siobhan.

SIOBHAN 10:26 am hey [name], do you mind covering my shift this afternoon? i have some business with gallagher and the astral express crew to attend to. YOU 10:32 am alright, but you owe me dinner now. SIOBHAN 10:32 am deal, thanks!

you pulled the comforter up to your chin and put your phone down, closing your eyes again to kill time until your impromptu shift. you weren't granted sleep as you pondered your conversation with sunday last night. another flare of rage sparked in your chest as you remembered his silent and reluctant call for help, despite casting you out and never speaking to you again in years.

"what a stuck up asshole," you grunted, throwing the comforter off of you and heading to your bathroom to prepare for the day.

by the time you'd made it to work, there was a short line of your regulars along the bar seats. you smiled as they conversed and slipped behind the bar to begin your shift. the hum of discussion reverberated through the room and last night's frustrations melted from your bones as you catered to your clients.

as if your limbs were being moved by puppet strings, you served the monsters their drinks and indulged in the occasional gossip. muscle memory overtook the shell of your body and you allowed your soul to shine through with your conversations.

as you worked, sunday ascended the stairs again in hopes of finding siobhan. his pristine white coat absorbed the light as he walked to the bar, adding to his angelic aura. as he stood in the doorway, he paused. you weren't siobhan.

his feet turned to take him away, but his eyes remained on the scene in front of him, burning the vignette into his mind. the easy smile that graced your features and the joy that decorated your face pulled at his heart in a way he was unfamiliar with. perhaps it was rage. you got to live carefree without the grief that your sister was now dead. maybe it was admiration. he hasn't properly looked at you since he effectively ruined your career.

his wings flapped lightly and he forced himself inside the bar. the monsters' discussion died down, as did your smile. this expression was far more comfortable for sunday. he knew how to handle your anger.

"these guys didn't do it either if that's what you're here for," you comment, finishing another drink.

"where's siobhan?" sunday demanded, not daring to come right up to the counter. you seemed to have more energy than last night and he didn't want to risk stains on his clothes.

"out."

"out where?"

you pouted as you pretended to think about your answer. "ask gallagher." a grin spread across your lips at sunday's exasperated sigh.

"i should've known you would be useless," he groaned, spinning on his heel to hunt down the security officer.

"leaving so soon?" you teased, beginning to grab him a glass. "haven't even had a drink."

sunday glared at you over his shoulder. "why would i need a drink? i should be finding gallagher."

you sighed, throwing your head back and gesturing to the monsters sat at your bar. "you haven't made very good use of the resources available to you."

"you don't know anything that can help me," sunday retorted. the last thing he wanted right now was to spend even more time around you.

"nope- actually... maybe i do," you said, tapping a finger to your chin obnoxiously. "talk to these guys first and maybe i'll think about telling you."

sunday remained silent for a moment, for he couldn't deny you were right. that, and also you drove a hard bargain if you did have information for him.

"fine," he relented, taking a seat in front of you. you opened your mouth to ask him for his order, but he raised his hand to silence you. "make me what you want. i just want to see if you're better at this than being a bodyguard." he smirked at you and the monsters gasped to themselves at his unexpected sass.

"i'm better than you, that's for sure," you huffed, scanning over the ingredients you had left.

as he conversed with the current guests at the bar, he watched you work with unwavering focus. he'd never seen you work, only drink and bicker with him; and he wanted to make sure you didn't poison him for revenge.

"cosmic turbidity for a mr. sunday," you announced, sliding his drink to him. "because you're blue."

as he looked at his drink in the glass, he prayed that it might be according to his tastes and not just blue because of his colour scheme. "thanks."

the light bitterness danced along his tastebuds and tickled his throat as he swallowed the liquid, but he found his previous stress alleviated by the refreshing drink. the tension left his shoulders temporarily and the drink served as a nice distraction from his current predicament.

as he hinted to "death" in the dreamscape, the monsters gossiped among themselves as they tried to solve this hypothetical-not-so-hypothetical situation. he chuckled awkwardly at their gusto and energy, glancing to you for assistance. instead, he found you smiling gently at their conversations as you polished glasses. when you caught him staring, your lips fell back into a straight line, if not a little bit grumpy.

by the time your shift was over, your guests had left and sunday was the only one remaining. you waved hello to the next worker who would be taking your place for the night shift and grabbed your bag to go home.

as you made your way down the stairs, sunday grasped your shoulder, causing you to turn your head with an unimpressed gaze.

"you have to uphold your end of the bargain," he reminded.

"i do believe i said i'll think about telling you," you countered, patting his hand condescendingly.

he opened his mouth to speak, but released a sharp sigh. "you are successful as a bartender, is that what you want?"

your lips pulled upwards and you shrugged his hand off of your shoulder as you continued down the stairs. "'death' doesn't exist in the dreamscape," you said, not caring to look behind you to see if sunday was following you.

"i know," he answered, quickly catching up with you as you headed out of the building. "that doesn't explain what happened to robin."

you gave him a quick side glance and hummed to yourself. "you're looking for the wrong thing. 'death' doesn't exist in the dreamscape, something else does."

sunday stopped in his tracks at your words, but your pace never faltered. you gave him a half-assed wave without looking at him, and he watched your body get smaller and smaller the further you walked until the door eventually closed behind you.

he let out a frustrated groan, running a hand down his face. "this sucks..."

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@galagarts @junyueyin @i-am-tiredd @caeruslumiere @abyssmal-skies @jellofishuu @axerrri

[robinsno1lesbian]

your rockstar!robin concept was so hot :o i’d love to see more of her! maybe a drabble about helping her unwind on the tour bus after a show hehe

𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⋆୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ｡⋆

-r.b. x reader

summary: hooking up with rockstar!robin in the back of her tour bus…(1.8k)

warnings: SMUT!! rough sex, fingering, oral (r receiving), semi-public sex, drug use -don’t do drugs folks, this is just fiction about an 80s rockstar-, shot-gunning, spanking if you squint?, dirty talk, pet names (princess, baby, good girl), strap-ons, hair pulling, mention of exhibitionisms + degradation, i did not beta read this, as always let me know if i missed anything!!

a/n: i love how i said i would post the “scotty doesn’t know” fic next and then i proceeded to post anything but that. i swear it’s still happening, i just can’t seem to find the motivation for that specific fic right now! so here’s some rockstar robin instead! also shoutout to @aylasology who helped with the creation of the whole rockstar robin au! <3

mere minutes ago, you had been watching your girlfriend perform. she’d been mesmerizing an entire stadium of people; the masses going wild for her.

robin had this way about her -the ability to wrap even the largest crowd around her finger with such ease: one strum of her guitar would be enough to have the fans cheering for her. you got it, you really did, considering you’d been one of them yourself not too long ago. just a fan among hundreds, trying to catch a glimpse of the rising rockstar dressed in leather and lace.

even now that you do know her, and her touch is no longer just something straight out of your wildest dreams, you couldn’t help yourself but watch the woman perform as if in trance whilst her long, calloused fingers wrapped around the neck of her guitar.

you would never get tired of the sight: robin buckley, entirely devoted to her music. seeing her like this made you realize, once more, that she’d been made to be up there on stage, singing songs only you knew the true meaning to.

most of them about were you, about the taste of you on her lips and tongue. although no one was supposed to know -officially- you would’ve sworn she was looking at you through the entire set, hungry eyes taking in your body as you watched her from backstage.

you could only imagine the things she’d do to you once she got off stage and had you all to herself to relieve the pent up tension…

-

now your girlfriend has you on all fours in the back of her tour bus, bend over for her. her fingers are scissoring inside your body, working your cunt open for her, your fishnet tights ripped apart at your crotch so she can pound into you.

she loves you like this, messy and exposed. you learned this about robin fairly early: that sex with her is a mess. that it’s spit and sweat and you at her feet. that she loves to snap pictures of you; tits out or popping in an expensive set of lingerie she got you. that she loves to use your body, sniffing cocaine off of your belly before licking along the line and letting you taste it on her tongue afterwards.

robin lingers above you, her lips by your ear to talk you through the relentless fucking.

she’s got a joint between her lips, occasionally tapping it against the ashtray nearby with her free hand, while the other is buried deep between your folds.

“god, pretty girl, do you hear that?” she rasps, her voice -still hoarse from the concert- quieting down so you can hear the filthy noises of your slick squelching around her fingers. “is all that for me?”

all you can really do is nod, unable to answer properly, as her fingers hit your sweet spot again and again.

“yeah?” she mocks, pumping two digits deep into your wetness.

“fuck robin” you gasp, fingers curling in the fabric of the mattress you’re currently getting fucked on.

the smokey air around you smells of arousal and sweat, your slick dripping from your thighs onto the fabric, whilst her praise and dirty talk rings in your ears.

“you’re so good for me” robin grunts over your shoulder, setting the joint down to grab your ass -harsh enough for her rings to leave marks on your skin. she slaps it once, making you gasp out pout, before going back to kneading the flesh while she speaks “so fucking pretty like this”

“mhm” you nod, grinding your hips backwards to meet her fingers halfway.

“there she is” robin hums, a third finger toying around your entrance. “that’s my eager girl. you want more?”

she doesn’t have to push it forward, instead you’re taking it on your on accord, greedily grinding backward to take it all.

“that’s it” she says breathlessly. “that’s it, take it”

the hand that’s been kneading your ass sneaks around your front, rubbing almost painfully harsh circles around your clit. you would wince away from the brutal treatment if it didn’t feel so good.

that, on the other hand, is something she learned about you: that you might not seem to be the type, but that you like it rough. the first time robin got out the strap and fucked you from behind, you found yourself squirting for the very first time. she got bolder, then, pulled your hair harsher, called you her slut. and, the thing is, you loved it all. you loved the roughness, the way she only ever got with you. you loved being her “fuck toy”, her “whore”, even, after long nights on stage when she needed a stress relief.

now, robin rubs you raw with calculation, every move perfectly timed with her deep thrusts.

“my god” she mutters breathlessly “you know i wanted to fuck you the minute i saw you backstage? fuck, baby, you make it so hard for me not to get you out on stage and take you in front of all of these people”

it’s embarrassing how much wetter her voice (and the mere thought of her actually doing that) makes you.

“i want them all to see” she kisses your pulse point from behind, gently pulling your earlobe between her teeth before whispering: “how pretty you are when you’re getting fucked”

suddenly, her lips are on your spine, kissing and licking down your back. you try to catch a glimpse of her over your shoulder but robin grabs your hair and turns your face back into the mattress.

“ass up, baby” she instructs, grabbing your hips to arch your back. you whimper as the woman behind you manhandles you, rutting into the ground beneath you in anticipation that comes with the thought of having her mouth on you like this.

it’s filthy, when robin shoves a pillow under your body for easier access and spreads you open with her thumb. you can hear her moaning softly as your pussy opens up for her with a wet squelching sound. for a moment, you feel oddly self conscious: you can smell the scent of your arousal from where your head is pressed onto the pillows and it’s only growing with each passing moment that robin spends between your legs.

but then she puts her mouth on you.

her tongue feels warm and wet as she drags it through your folds from behind, lapping you up like a woman starved. she is relentless, dipping into your hole and moving in circles around your swollen clit.

and she doesn’t let up, not when you grind back against her nor when you whimper into the pillows.

you’re drooling for her, dripping and sweating and making a mess, and yet she’s drowning in you. robin’s head is moving from left to right, determined to make you cum on her tongue. it won’t take long at all, with the previous fingering that already had you painfully close to the edge.

“i’m close” you tell her with a weak lift of your head. “i’m so close robin i’m gonna- i-“

robin moans into your cunt in response, one hand moving from your ass to press her fingers against your clit while simultaneously fucking her tongue into you.

it’s all it takes.

with a desperate cry of “oh my god robin!” your orgasm rolls over you. your hips are rolling back into her mouth, making it easier for the woman behind you to lick up your cum and working you through your height with both her mouth and her hands.

you’re pretty sure you’re screaming, though you wouldn’t know for sure with the pleasure rushing through your body. it doesn’t even occur to you to think about the fact that you’re in a tour bus after all. that there could be people around, walking in on the two of you like this. you kind of hate that the thought of it makes you clench around robin’s tongue. your legs are shaking beneath you as you ride it out on the rockstar’s tongue.

eventually, she stills her movements and leans back, her hands rubbing against the back of your thighs. you do look up this time, and robin lets you, allowing you to see her disheveled hair and smeared lipstick, mixing with your arousal on her face.

“everything okay?” she asks with a nod in your direction, reaching for the halfway finished joint she’s left in the ashtray.

with a weak “fuck yeah” you drop your weight down onto the sweat stained mattress beneath you, taking a moment to gather yourself while the woman behind you lights her joint and takes a drag, inhaling the thick smoke into her lungs before blowing it out through crimson red lips.

“want some?” robin offers.

you crane your neck upwards in response, so the woman grabs your chin and pulls your lip down with her thumb to exhale the smoke into your mouth right from her own.

“so pretty” she murmurs, still holding your face absentmindedly while you exhale. “so so fucking pretty, fuck”

you’re just vaguely aware of your exposed state: ripped fishnets, mascara stains on your cheeks and on her expensive sheets. but it doesn’t really matter when robin sits back and spreads her legs. she grins, the mischievous look flashing over her features the moment your eyes fall to the bulge in her jeans.

“come here?” robin asks.

you don’t have to be told twice, immediately scrambling to your feet and crawling between the taller woman’s legs, instinctively reaching for her belt.

robin hums in satisfaction, her fingers combing through your hair. “that’s my eager girl”

you fingers undo her belt and make quick work of the zipper until you can pull down the denim along the thin fabric of her boxers, revealing the leather harness she’s wearing.

robin has been wearing your favorite silicone cock strapped to her body for the entire concert, you realize, as you wet your lips under the woman’s watchful gaze.

“come on” she whispers, grabbing the base of the toy to bring it up against your mouth, tapping it against your lips. “open up”

your mouth is on her strap in an instant, sucking it into your hollow cheeks, your head bobbing along the entire length of it.

“oh fuck. princess” robin groans, the joint lazily hanging from her lips. she grabs you by the back of your hair, pulling you down and forcing her cock down your throat until you’re gagging on it.

“yeah” she hums, taking another drag. “yeah, that’s good. gonna choke on it for me baby?”

her head falls back when you force yourself to take it, drool dripping down your chin as robin reaches out to hold back your hair. she’s grunting, hips snapping forward to fuck your mouth as though she could actually feel your lips around the silicone.

“alright baby” she decides after her cock is glittering from the wetness of your spit. “that’s enough. just- come here and ride me, yeah?”

and you know, even though your legs still feel weak from your first orgasm, you could never deny her that…

[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • II

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 3.8K

General Fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares.

Authors note: Chapter Two: Something of the past- (EDITED: 09-03-24) songs are One of Us by the world alive and Broken glass by unprocessed ;)

new? start from chapter one here

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

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I smiled at the brunette, feeling grateful for his willingness to listen. He returned the smile and gave me a knowing look, almost as if he understood.

Noah's attention turned toward the houses we passed. His gaze was intense as he scanned each one carefully.

"Sorry for dumping all that on you," I said with an uncomfortable laugh. "I don't know why I just told all that to a stranger."

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "We're not strangers anymore," he said. "More like acquaintances."

I felt reassured by his words and couldn't help but ask about him. "So what about you? You seem pretty mysterious."

Noah fell into silence, his brows furrowed in thought once again. His gaze scanned the grass intently as if searching through memories. Eventually, he turned back to me with a small grin.

“I’m…just Noah,” He said; but as I stared into his eyes, devouring his soul, I saw that he was much more than that. His eyes held a depth of emotion that hinted at hidden truths and untold tales. But I didn't push. After all, we had only just met.

"Well, 'just Noah,'" I said with a playful smile, "I'm glad our paths crossed today."

He returned my smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Me too. More than you know."

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NOAH

Jolly's angry voice cut through the air as he yelled, "Where the fuck were you? We've been waiting for hours!"

I slammed the door of our dingy motel room, shooting him a sharp look. "Nowhere, mom. Not like you need to know," I retorted.

He stepped forward, getting close enough that our chests almost touched. "You’re right. I don't care what you were doing or who you were doing. But you know what time you need to be back and you're late," he scolded, pressing his finger into my chest.

I pushed against him, creating space between us as I furrowed my brow. "Fine, sorry. I lost track of time," I muttered, throwing myself onto the cot that served as my bed. I let out a heavy sigh and buried my cheek into the musty pillow. As I stared at the retro 80s carpet on the floor, I traced the faint outline of a bloodstain left by Ruffilo last week when he cut his knee open during a job.

"It's your turn, Noah," Nick Folio announced, plopping a backpack onto the table as he reclined in his chair with his legs crossed on top of it. He had a joint dangling from his lips, the smoke billowing out between his teeth.

"I hate doing this shit," I grumbled in protest, shaking my head as I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes for a moment.

"Too bad," Jolly snapped, his voice still laced with anger. "We all have our parts to play. Now get your ass up and do your job."

I groaned, forcing myself to sit up on the cot. The springs creaked beneath me, a sound that had become all too familiar in our weeks of hopping from one seedy motel to another. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the exhaustion that clung to me like a second skin.

Nick tossed the backpack towards me, and I caught it reflexively. The weight of it made my stomach churn. I knew what was inside without having to look.

"Remember," Folio said, taking a long drag from his joint, "in and out. Quick and clean. No fuck-ups this time."

I nodded in annoyance, my throat tight. The last job had gone sideways, and we'd barely made it out. All thanks to me. Again.

“Just this one for the week brother. Then you don’t need to worry about it till next week.” Nicholas Ruffilo said, smiling at me gently. He knew I hated this. He knew I wanted it to stop.

He tossed me my gloves and mask, the fabric hitting my chest eliciting another annoyed groan from me. Grudgingly, I pulled on the black leather gloves to cover up my tattoos and shoved the mask into my pocket.

I couldn't contain my frustration any longer as I stood up. "How many more weeks do we have to put up with this shit?" I snapped, looking at Nicholas for support. He placed his hands on my shoulders, trying to calm me down.

"I know," Ruffilo said cautiously, knowing how on edge I was.

Jolly let out a bitter laugh. "What else can we do, Noah? Pull a million bucks out of our asses?"

I loved Jolly, I really did. He was my oldest brother for as long as I can remember- but fuck, did I ever want to punch his face into the wall sometimes.

The Swede sat back in his chair next to Folio and continued, "You know the deal. We do what we have to do to survive. How else are we going to pay back D?"

I shrugged off Nicholas' hand and muttered under my breath as I grabbed my combat boots and kicked my old black vans under the cot. As I leaned down and tied up the laces, memories of past jobs flooded my mind and regret weighed heavily on me, knotting together past mistakes.

Cracking open a beer, Jolly took a swig before saying, "Don't forget that you're the reason we're stuck in this mess."

My head shot up, eyes meeting his intense gaze. A red hue adorned my skin as my ears burned with embarrassment and anger, "What's that supposed to mean, you fucking prick?"

Jolly raised his voice, leaning forward in his chair with his elbows on his knees. "I'm tired of hearing your complaints, Noah. Do you think any of us enjoy this? Do you think we want to keep living this way? Don’t blame us for the work when you fucked us over first.”

My chest heaved with irritation as his words cut deep. "I was fourteen!" I shouted, spittle flying from my mouth. "I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't told me to in the first place!"

Nicholas reached for me, holding out an arm across my chest to force me back. I aggressively swatted his hand away and grabbed the backpack, tossing it over my shoulder.

"I never told you to do anything," Jolly growled, watching as my fists clenched and muscles tightened.

"You're the one I was supposed to look up to!" I yelled.

Jolly scowled, muttering between his teeth, “It's not my fault your parents died.”

Both Nick’s turned to look at him with furrowed brows of disappointment as my heart raced, my palms sweating.

"Don't you dare bring them into this!" I screamed, seething with anger and ready to pounce on the long-chestnut-haired man in front of me. Nicholas wrapped his arms around my chest, pulling me away. I struggled against him, closing my eyes in fury as I fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

Just an hour ago, I had been sitting with one of the most beautiful humans I had ever laid my eyes on. It was risky spending time with someone I had just met, especially someone like Y/N. She seemed so brave, so gentle...so worthy.

How could someone captivate me so quickly? It left me baffled. I knew I was completely infatuated with her, and I already found myself craving to see her again. I've gotten coffee from that same cafe almost every day for a year; it's the only stable part of my routine. Everything was always the same - the coffee, the customers, the servers...except for Y/N. Seeing her there threw off my rhythm. It almost felt like she was purposely placed there just for me- like a breath of fresh air in my dull, grey, lifeless world. There was something about her - the way she spoke, her mysterious aura, her quick wit, and those beautiful fucking eyes.

But here I was, my unworthiness weighing heavily on me, reminding me that I didn't deserve anyone's love or attention.

Nick snapped me out of my thoughts by offering me a hit of his joint, trying to ease the tension between us. I took a puff and handed it back to him, nodding when Nicholas asked if I knew where we were headed next.

"I've been looking at this neighbourhood near the coffee shop," I told them, trying to act nonchalant. "I scoped out some places earlier. Lots of elderly folks, so they probably have some valuable stuff."

“Don’t you think that area is a little risky?” Nicholas said, raising a brow, “We spend enough time around there...as us.”

I shrugged, “Close together and tight nit. Enough places to hide.”

Nick suggested bringing a gun for intimidation, and I agreed. It was all part of the plan, even though a small voice in my head questioned what I was doing.

My finger grazed across the metal. Even through the glove, I felt its cool, metallic texture, my mind jumping back to the woman held before it earlier.

What am I even doing?

Shoving the gun into my waistband I opened the motel door, “See you guys later.” I nodded to each of them, eyes lingering on Jolly for a moment longer.

“Text if you need anything,” Jolly said through gritted teeth, taking another sip of his beer, and avoiding my gaze.

I left the motel room and walked down the wooden stairs, passing the rundown vinyl wall that lined the entire building.

As I passed the paint-peeled doors listening to various arguments, and the sounds of sex. The familiar scent of weed and stale alcohol lingered on the cement, decades of grime living within the premises, never fully washing away. As pathetic as it was, it smelled and sounded like home. It was all I had.

I pulled my hood over my head, letting my hair cascade as a shield around my face, my legs carrying me through the neighbourhood. It was 12:3am on a Wednesday, the nightlife bare as only a few cars passed by me, unaware of my felonies. I wasn’t sure which house would be my victim tonight, but I prayed, to whoever God was, that it would be quick. Get in get out.

Placing an earpod in my ear, I scrolled through songs, before choosing The Apparition. Perhaps, if this is all a dream, I can go back to the time I met her.

But truthfully, ignorance is bliss; and I was tired of consciousness.

And yet, here I am, still haunted by everything that has happened.

And it remains With me to this day

No matter what I do This scar will never fade

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Y/N

I signed off at my job, releasing a heavy sigh after a gruelling 12-hour day. The four-hour shift at the bar was a relief, but I still felt drained, knowing that I only had 8 hours until I had to be back at the cafe for another round.

As I walked out into the chilly 1 am air, I reapplied my red lipstick to soothe my dry lips. Thankfully, home was just a short ten-minute walk away, and the thought of my warm bed and my cat waiting for me kept me going.

But even in my exhaustion, I couldn't shake off the excitement of meeting Noah earlier that day. His charming smile and mysterious demeanour lingered in my mind, making my heart flutter with butterflies. Was this just a one-time thing? It was hard to believe that I went on a 'date' with someone I had just met, but then again, work was pretty much all I did. My life needed a little bit of thrill and adventure.

As I hummed to myself, hoping for a text from Noah in the morning, I pushed aside the dread of working again tomorrow. Lost in fanciful daydreams, I reached my townhouse and inserted the key into the lock; only to realize that I may have left it unlocked in the morning when I was exhausted.

Shit, did I really forget to lock it? That's not like me...

With furrowed brows, I opened the door and double-checked that it was locked before stepping inside. But something felt off - there was no sign of my orange cat Juice by the door as usual. And none of the lights were on, even though I always left the living room lamp on so it's not completely dark by the time I got home.

"Juice?" I called out nervously as an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. Something was not right. The house was quiet and still as I made my way cautiously towards the kitchen.

"Juju baby? Where are you?" I called out, flicking on the bright kitchen light. What was once the comforting warmth of home, now turned into a thick sense of dread as I placed my bag on the counter, eagerly awaiting my cat's response. But instead of a familiar meow, I heard the floor above me creak in a rhythmic pattern that was definitely not feline in nature.

My heart pounded and my breath caught in my throat as I froze in place. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as goosebumps prickled along my skin.

I strained to listen for any other sounds, but all was quiet except for the occasional rustle coming from upstairs. Adrenaline surged through me as I reached for the largest kitchen knife from the block, gripping it tightly as I crept towards the stairs.

My pulse thundered in my ears as I cautiously ascended the stairs from the kitchen. With each step, I couldn't help but think, this is how people get murdered in horror movies, you dumb bitch, but it was too late to turn back now.

Finally reaching the top, I turned on the hallway light and scanned the darkened doors illuminated by moonlight streaming through the windows. My bedroom door slowly creaked open and a figure emerged.

My heart stopped and panic seized me until I realized it was just my cat; wide-eyed and meowing. "Jesus Christ, cat!" I scolded, overcome with both fear and relief as I fell to my knees and scooped him into my arms. His soft orange fur was a welcome comfort as I ran my fingers through it, rubbing my face along his head. He didn’t pur like usual though.

"You scared the absolute shit out of me," I laughed shakily, kissing his head before setting him down. Juice wriggled free from my grasp and darted into my room. Shaking my head with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, I placed the knife on the banister and followed him, grateful for his presence in the otherwise empty house.

Perched on my bed, Juice hopped to attention as soon as I entered the room. His tail flicked back and forth eagerly as he stared at my mirrored closet, emitting a series of demanding meows. I flipped on the lamp next to my bed and approached him, reaching out to pet him. "What's wrong, buddy? Are you hungry?" I asked, even though I knew his bowl was full downstairs.

He continued to meow and I shook my head, pulling off my sweater and tossing it into the hamper.

"What is up with you-" I started to say before a gloved hand covered my mouth, muffling my words.

Panic flooded through me as another arm encircled my waist, holding me tightly against the stranger's chest, and my eyes widened with fear as I looked up at them, unable to scream for help.

I could feel their heart pounding against my back, their harsh breaths mixing with mine as they turned our bodies towards the mirror. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw the reflection of the menacing figure behind me. Their entire body was covered except for their eyes and mouth, peering out from behind a black ski mask.

I whimpered helplessly against their hand as my stomach dropped at the sight of the gun poking out from their black cargo pants.

The most terrifying thing of all was the distinct scent of Dior cologne that filled my nostrils, making my heart race even faster with fear.

His voice, with its distinct accent, burned into my memory as he spoke the words that filled me with dread. In the mirror, I saw him - Noah. The cologne, the voice, it had to be him. I knew I should have never gone out with a stranger. How could I have been so foolish?

“I’m not going to hurt you,” He said slowly, words filled with worry and caution.

Tears streamed down my face as I shook and cried, his hand still covering my mouth. He followed me home, and now I was paying for my stupidity. But I wasn't going down without a fight.

"I'm going to leave," he said calmly, "and you're going to let me. Understood?"

I nodded against his grasp, my eyes glued to his every move through the tears. He closed his eyes briefly before taking a deep breath, his body moulding into my back.

Did he know that I knew who he was?

There was no way I was going to let this asshole get away with whatever he had planned for me.

"Please don't scream," he said, loosening his grip slightly. As soon as he let go, I spun around and kicked him with all my might in the groin area.

He fell to his knees, letting out an agonizing groan as he held himself in pain. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I ran into the hallway and grabbed the knife from the bannister.

"You fucking creep! You followed me!" I screamed, brandishing the knife at him. "You're a lowlife piece of shit! Get out of my house or I'll call the cops on your sorry ass…Noah." His name tasted like bile in my mouth as it escaped from between my lips.

While shaking with anger and fear, I pulled out my phone and dialled 911. Noah crouched in front of my bedroom door, pain etched on his face.

"I swear to god, Y/N, I didn't know this was your house," he said, desperation in his voice. "Please, don't call the cops."

"Why shouldn't I?" I yelled back at him, my thumb hovering over the green call button.

"Just...just please don't," he pleaded, pressing himself against the door. But it was too late for him to try and play innocent. I pressed the button and held the phone up to my ear as it rang, arm still holding the knife toward him.

Noah's eyes widened with panic before his hand reached for the gun tucked into his waistband. Time slowed as he pulled it out and pointed it at me, causing me to freeze in fear. The 911 operator's voice was muffled by the sound of my racing heart.

"Hang up," Noah whispered, his hands shaking with the weight of the gun. "Y/N, please hang up."

"Hello? Are you still there?" The voice on the other end of the line asked, repeating the question over and over.

"Y/N, please hang up," Noah repeated, his voice urgent.

“Hello?”

Noah held out his other hand, palm up as if inviting me to take it. It was a stark contrast to the gun he held in his other hand.

The phone fell from my grasp, landing on the carpeted floor with a dampened thud. He quickly reached for it and ended the call.

As he let out a relieved sigh, guilt washed over him. He hung his head and tossed the gun toward the bathroom before removing his mask, revealing the face I had been longing for just hours earlier.

The brunette looked shattered and torn as he watched me crumple before him, my panic attack consuming me.

“I-I didn't mean to scare you. I-I” Noah stammered frantically as he moved closer to me, “I can’t have the police involved- I can’t leave my brothers.”

I collapsed to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest while staring at the gun near the bathroom. Fear overtook me and I began to hyperventilate.

“I swear, I won’t hurt you,” Noah said as he leaned down in front of me and took hold of my wrists.

I struggled to breathe, trying to pull away from him but felt paralyzed, and my breathing became erratic as I felt like I couldn't exhale.

“Breathe,” Noah's hands were now on either side of my face, “please Y/N, just breathe!”

His eyes scanned my face with concern as he held onto me tightly. “Count backwards from 100 by threes with me, okay?”

“100, 97, 94, 91, 88…” Noah started and I followed his lead.

“85, 82, 79…” I managed to choke out and Noah loosened his grip on my face. He placed his hands on top of mine instead.

I wanted to run away in fear but at the same time, I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to breathe again.

Noah continued counting with me, showing me a steady breathing pattern and I followed suit. “58, 55, 52, 49…”

We finally reached zero and my breathing remained in sync with his. I pulled my hands away from him abruptly and hugged myself tightly as I scooted away from him, as if he were the most disgusting thing in the world.

“I don't know whether to tell you to get lost,” I said, glaring at him, “or thank you.”

Noah looked at me with concern before running his gloved hand over his face. Realizing he still had them on, he groaned in frustration and angrily ripped them off, revealing his tattooed hands.

I couldn't help but follow the outlines of the flower with my eyes once again.

“I know you probably won't believe me but I swear I didn't know this was your house,” he began, holding his hands up in surrender, his pleading eyes met mine.

He seemed so genuine and sincere that part of me wanted to believe him, but screw that.

“You’re right, I don’t,” I snapped back, “But why were you even in someone else’s house?” I wiped my mouth, realizing the smudged lipstick from earlier. I must've looked like a total mess.

Noah watched me intently, his gaze studying my lips.

“I- I swear if I could explain, I would,” he rambled again, avoiding eye contact and looking at the carpeted floor, “but-”

Three loud knocks at the door interrupted his sentence, and Noah's eyes widened as he stared at me, the colour draining from his face.

“This is LAPD!” A booming voice called out from the other side of the door. The doorknob jiggled, trying to open.

“Shit,” Noah muttered, frantically scanning the hallway for something. He stood up and looked around before turning to me, a realization dawning on him. Without hesitation, Noah ripped off his sweater and black tank top, leaving him shirtless in front of me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered-yelled, furrowing my brows at him in distaste.

“Kiss me,” he pleaded, kneeling in front of me again with an expression filled with fear and distress.

“Excuse me?” I now yelled a bit too loudly as the door below us rattled once more.

“LAPD! Open up!”

“I need you to kiss me, please,” Noah's intense gaze locked onto mine as he begged, “Just this once Y/N.”

I hesitated for a moment but ultimately gave in to Noah's desperate request. His hands gripped the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me towards him. With complete desperation, Noah kissed me intensely.

Chapter three

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[spiegelgestalt]

Timebomb feelings because of the Arcane trailer for season 2

So I just saw the arcane trailer for season 2. It's great. I'm so excited. (so sad that Victor and Jayce died in the explosion quite an apprupt ending for them i guess... /s)

but what i really want to talk about is these two pictures:

Because it got me thinking. One of the interesting aspects of the Jinx/Ekko relationship is that they are able to communicate through other means than direct words. And that they are able to create a different image for each other.

Long and rambly explanation under the cut, which got away from me and can be summarized with: Jinx makes Ekko more violent and Ekko makes Jinx more heroic and they love each other your honor and i want to see a team up in season 2:

Song:

Jinx has a few songs (Guns for hire, goodbye, What could have been) but they are usually solos. They are usually melodic rock. And they usually concentrate on how much Jinx was wronged.

And than there is Dynasties and Dystopia. On first watch i thought it was an Ekko song. It's after all in his style (both in animation as in genre) but some words don't quite fit:

"I might just might kick your butt Go run amok then paint my nails Never learned to raise my hand Was too busy raising hell Everything I know I am You should go and save yourself Thought you had my number, huh Congratulations, you played yourself"

this just screams jinx to me. Ekko has yet to run amok. Jinx does it all the time. I don't even know what Ekko's nails look like, but we have several distinct shots of Jinxs' blue and pink nails; Ekko doesn't raise hell, if he's raising something it's paradise. And the line "you should go and save yourself" is a good continuation/rejection of the one thing Jinx says in this fight: Look who it is - the boy savior -> go save yourself! And it forshadows the way jinx will be able to get just a loss instead of a total defeat (look she was defeated- in the aftermath Ekko had a hurt leg, while Jinx needed to be revived with terrible magic drugs there is a clear winner here). Ekko thinks he has jinx figured out but he hasn't and thats why he will hesitate in the end.

But i would also argue that not all of the song is jinx:

Ooh, yeah, he mad I'm racking up white diamonds Throw me in the sky You would swear the sun shining Ooh, yeah, he mad I'm racking up white diamonds Throw me in the sky You would swear the sun shining

this verse is both of them: Basically they are saying: Look how great i'm doing (lie) Aren't you mad about it? (They will never beat the allegation that they are bitter exes.)

And I'd argue that this is Ekkos verse:

In this gothic underground city We all sin If I bring a couple rounds with me Then we all win I came back and brought the crown with me The king's den Break your nexus and your neck 'cause Everybody's on your head

and interestingly enough it's an offer. This makes sense with the visual. Encouraged through Vi who insists that Powder is still in there somewhere Ekko conjures a situation wich is similar to their old games. And it works: It's the only time Powder appears as her young self on screen. And so Ekko makes an offer he probably made before: Trust me, back down, i can help:

He starts with: We all make mistakes - one of the things that bind Powder to the Jinx personality is her guilt over having killed her entire family. But Ekko doesn't blame Jinx he blames their circumstances (something he also does in his Zaun-duet misfit toys)

If i bring a couple rounds with me, then we all win -> this foreshadows his timetravel ability. And even if he doesn't has it at this point this whole scene breaks down time itself so it still works in my head. Ekko brings the crown with him (the hextech-crystal) and he warns Jinx that everyone is going after her.

And the second refrain which I'd argue both sing once again:

Hold still while I bag that, uh Talk bad 'til I snap back, uh This ain't brown, this that dark black This that pitch black, jet black Snap yo' ex watch me give him flashbacks

Meaning: keep still, i've got this, just trust me dude!

This song shows that Ekkos and Jinx's disagreement is far more similar to the disagreement between Vander and Silco than to the disagreement between Vi and Jinx. Vi and Jinx' disagreement is personal. Vi rejects everything jinx has become and just wants her "sweet" little sister back - Ekkos and Jinx's disagreement is political. They disagree about the question what is best for Zaun. AND I'd also argue the Ekko is far less surprised by the jinx personality. He knew Powder was a bit of a shithead. He's just pissed that she's working for Silco.

Well let's finally get to these two pictures:

We see Ekko and we see Jinx drawn as hero of the resistance in Ekkos style* (compare the mural to the video of misfit toys) We know that Jinx gave Ekko a definition that didn't suit him by creating the firefly bombs and recasting him as a terrorist. And know we see Ekko who maybe drew this picture of jinx recreating her from a terrorist into a hero of Zaun.

(see me get proven wrong in the first episode of arcane season 2...)

[your-divine-ribs]

Showtime

Words: 5k

This one has been sat unfinished in my drafts since the summer - I’m sorry! // Van’s feeling nervous before his big comeback show so you take matters into your own hands to help him relax // smut 🤭

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Three years. Three long years... well two years, 9 months and 5 weeks to be precise. 1040 days. Not that you've been counting. You didn't need to. The fan blogs online had taken care of that for you. A smile stretches wide on your lips as you tilt your phone towards your boyfriend to show him the Instagram story that you've just clicked on.

"Look at this... they've even got a little countdown clock on this one! They can't wait to see you, I'm telling you. The atmosphere's going to be incredible, it'll be the best show yet, you'll see."

It was the moment that you'd both been waiting for, but you'd be lying if you told your boyfriend that you'd always known it would finally come. There were days where you didn't think he'd even pick up his guitar again, let alone stand in front of a crowd of 32,000 adoring fans all chanting his name. Those were dark days full of pain and grief and regret. You'd had to watch your usually exuberant boyfriend get eaten away slowly by a crippling self-doubt that had plagued him every time he'd attempted to put pen to paper, the lyrics that usually flowed so easily drying up like a shallow well on a scorching hot summer's day. It was hard to think about now and to be honest you tried not to, the memories of spilt tears and sleepless nights and heated exchanges fuelled by both your frustrations starting to fade as hope had finally emerged like the dawn of a new day.

But now the insecurities were back. You can see the tightness in his jaw, his lips red and sore where he's been gnawing at them, the tension in his frame as he shifts where he sits.

"Had the dream again last night." His voice is all pinched and tight with anxiety. He barely looks at the phone screen in your outstretched hand, eyes darting away quickly as he fumbles in his jacket pocket for his cigarettes. "It's the same every time. I open my mouth to sing and nothing comes out. Nothing at all. Nada. Not even a squeak."

He sighs, slipping a cigarette between his lips and sparking up his lighter, but you don't give the flame a chance to ignite. You reach forward, snatching the cigarette clean away.

"You might well lose your voice if you carry on chain-smoking like that. You've only just put one out!"

You tut playfully at him, ignoring his obvious dismay as you reach over to also take the half empty cigarette packet from him.

"But babe... it's good for the nerves," he protests, holding out a hand palm down, fingers spread. "Look at me, I'm fucking shaking!"

It's hard seeing him like this, riddled with obvious nerves and apprehension, his normally confident demeanour decimated by the long absence from performing. With only half an hour to go until showtime you know Van has to snap out of it and fast. You're terrified of him stepping out on to the stage and freezing up. The cutting comments and cruel observations about him being 'past it', 'off his head on drugs' or just plain incapable of carrying out his usual brand of lively performance had cut deep after the band's headline Reading set just under three years prior. You know he has to get out of his own head and into his usual energetic stage mode. Rehearsals had gone perfectly but it's different when you're up there under the stage lights and the scrutinising eyes of the fans, some who you know from bitter experience will pick apart a performance just as well as praise it.

"I keep telling you, there's no need to be nervous. Rehearsals have been great, Kai and James have got it all down perfectly." You rise up on to your feet, stepping over to look down on him. "Soundcheck was fine. You just need to go out there and let it flow, don't overthink it. How many times have you played these songs before? It must come as naturally to you as breathing by now."

"I know what you're saying love and I wish it was that simple." He lets out another sigh, frustrated with himself, his head falling back on to the sofa where he sits, his eyes screwing shut. "I don't know what it is, I never used to care about the critics, but now it's all I can think of. There's so much riding on this gig. If I go and fuck it up..."

"You are not going to fuck it up," you cut him off sternly, reaching for his hands and entwining your fingers with his. Your legs are pressed into the edge of the sofa in the space between his spread thighs and you have the sudden urge to be even closer to him, clambering up until you're straddling him, a knee on either side of his hips. His eyes flick open in an instant as he feels the pressure of you sitting in his lap, but he doesn't react, little creases of worry still crinkling his forehead. You decide to carry on with your pep-talk, on a mission to soothe away his concerns.

"What could possibly go wrong? You've sold out practically every show on this comeback tour so you know the fans are excited to have you back. You've been rehearsing like crazy and you know the setlist inside out. The fans are gonna go wild when they see you. You look amazing tonight..."

"Oh I dunno about that," he huffs quietly, face scrunching in disagreement. "It's not like I'm in my twenties anymore. I wish I still was, I didn't give a fuck back then. Not sure if I've still got it. Don't know if I look the part anymore."

"What are you talking about?" You laugh, pulling his hands into your lap, squeezing them in encouragement. "You're turning 32 in a few weeks, not 62! You're not exactly past it yet. You're still as gorgeous as the day I first laid eyes on you... even better in fact."

Sometimes it exasperates you how the niggling little insecurities about his appearance that manifested in his awkward teenage years still afflict him. Not even hordes of adoring fans spouting their devotion all over social media are enough to chase away the self-doubts. And no one else gets to sees this vulnerability except you, his confident on-stage presence often viewed as some kind of cocky arrogance that he doesn't care what people think of him.

"You would say that," he finally cracks a grin. "You're biased. You're my girlfriend after all, you gotta be nice to me."

"But I'm not just saying it, I mean it." You smile down on him and he looks right back, stunning blue-green eyes over-flowing with love and affection as he hangs on your every word. "You're gonna wow 'em like you always do. You look every inch the cool rockstar... especially now with this..."

You raise up a hand to brush his hair back off his face, letting your fingers rake through his long locks, your fingernails gently scratching at his scalp. He lets his head lol back against the sofa, lips quirking into a satisfied smile as he basks in your adoring attention. If it wasn't for the loud thud of the bass from the support act on stage filtering through the thin walls of the trailer you swear you'd be able to hear him purring.

"Mmm... I don't know... maybe I should have had it cut short after all," he muses, smirking at your overdramatic look of faux horror at the suggestion.

"Nuh-uh," you shake your head emphatically. "You're never cutting it, not now. I absolutely love it long like this, I really do... and besides..." now it's your turn to smirk, your voice taking on a playful tone "... if you do cut it short again I wouldn't be able to do this then, would I?"

As you speak you bury your hand deep into the roots of his hair, twisting it through your fingers as you wind it tightly into a fist, a firm tug to tip his head even further back, elongating his neck.

A soft growl emanates from the back of his throat, an involuntary reaction to your playful teasing. You'd never realised you were such a fan of long hair on guys before your boyfriend decided to grow his out, and that revelation had come hand in hand with another more surprising one... an accidental but very welcome discovery of one of Van's hidden kinks. He got off on having his hair pulled.

You catch your bottom lip in your teeth to stifle a giggle at his reaction, loving the dusting of colour that springs to his cheeks and the glaze of lust that clouds his eyes. You just tug even harder, exposing more of his throat which you waste no time in pressing your lips up against.

"Babe..." he whines in a strangled tone, his hips pressing upwards as you gently grind down on his lap simultaneously. "What d'ya think ya doing? You can't get me all fired up right now before I go out on stage. I can't perform with a massive boner, can I?"

You chuckle against the skin of his neck, not letting up the subtle but insistent rock of your hips, relishing the way you can reduce him to malleable putty in your hands within minutes.

"Definitely not... not with these skin-tight jeans on anyway."

You slip your free hand down between your bodies as if to demonstrate, cupping his crotch through the denim and rubbing firmly until he releases a throaty groan full of need.

"I'm serious love, I've got enough to worry about remembering the words and timings without trying to conceal a raging hard-on. Much as I'd love to fuck you before I go on we haven't got time for this."

He doesn't stop you though, addicted to your tempting caresses, eyes fluttering shut in bliss as he succumbs to your wilful seduction. The cool scent of his cologne fills your nostrils as you take the sensitive skin of his neck between your teeth and suck a small bruise, all the time kneading his ever-growing bulge.

"Who said anything about fucking?" You whisper into the shell of his ear, nipping his ear lobe as you pull back to press hot, wet kisses down the line of his lightly stubbled jaw.

"Then what are ya... oh... oh shit... you really wanna do this... now?"

His voice takes on an intonation of understanding as you shift your position, your movements slow and measured as you push yourself off his lap to rise up temporarily, only to sink down on to the floor at the foot of the sofa. You maintain eye contact with him the whole time, letting your tongue run over your bottom lip as your hands work on the zipper of his jeans.

"Just wanna get my man feeling all confident and hyped up ready for his big show, that's all," you tell him, sultry sweet combined with a wide-eyed coyness that he won't be able to resist. You know that the best cure for his untimely stage fright is a big distraction, and you just happen to know the most effective way to deliver it, a sordid method that will transform him from a shaky bundle of nerves into the relaxed and confident, charismatic frontman that the fans know and love so well.

"Shit... this is much better prep than vocal warm-ups," he grins mischievously, fully on board with the idea as he lifts his hips up off the seat to assist you with tugging his jeans down. "But what if someone comes in?"

"Don't worry I'll be quick," you smirk up at him devilishly, fingers already hooking under the waistband of his boxers to ease them down. "I'm very... efficient."

"You bloody are love," he chuckles in agreement, sighing in appreciation as his thick cock springs free and your fingers immediately wrap around it. "You know exactly what I like... fuck... how can you be so goddamn hot?"

You smile at his praise, leaning in but not taking him into your mouth just yet, brazenly meeting his hungry gaze as you extend your tongue to slowly kitten lick the tip of his cock. He watches your every move like a hawk, entranced by your sensual display.

"You're a fucking dream," he murmurs, swallowing thickly. "Can't believe I'm just about to walk out on stage in front of all those people and you're in here right now doing this to me."

"If only they knew," you grin, pursing your lips to let a gob of saliva dribble down over your bottom lip and drip on to the head of his cock, spreading it around with your thumb. You know you need to be quick but you don't want to be too hasty. You can't bear to rush things with Van, he just looks too good when you're pleasing him, he sounds too good, the way the pleasure creases his gorgeous face and his delectable little sighs and needy moans, it sets your blood alight.

He squirms where he sits, the fingers of one hand gripping on to the arm of the chair as if to ground himself, the other finding its way to the back of your head where it tangles in your hair.

"If only they knew what a dirty girl yer were eh?" He mutters, teeth digging into his plump lower lip as your tongue laps at his slit, fingers slowly and deliberately pumping his spit-slicked length. "Christ you're amazing... but you're too good at this... fuck..."

"Too good?" You pull away temporarily to look up at him with wide innocent eyes, playing dumb even though the sultry curve of your lips tells a different story. "You complaining about my technique huh? Maybe you want me to stop? Give you a breather?"

"No way," he's quick to reply, long fingers flexing in your hair as he attempts to guide your head back down. "Please don't stop... not now... you got me so fucking hard... I need ya... you know how much I do."

His need for you is intoxicating, the way his hips twitch upwards and his grip tightens in your hair as you gently suckle on his tip. You're holding back from giving him exactly what he wants though, knowing your calculated hesitance will ramp up his desperation and in turn light the fire that's needed to stoke his confidence.

"Babe..." he pleads, low and drawn out, his jaw clenching tight as he struggles to maintain his composure. You reward his need with a swirl of your tongue, your free hand reaching up to cup his balls whilst you steadily caress his length with the other. The strangled sounds drifting down from above tell you he's almost forgotten how to breathe.

"Love... please," he murmurs, his voice thick and strained with want, his eyes hooded and dark.

He's so expressive when you tease him it's hard not to lose control yourself, your thighs clenching together as he lets out another stifled moan. If both your hands weren't occupied right now you'd be slipping one inside your panties to quell the ache that's pulsing there. There's plenty of time for that later though. You know all too well the adrenaline will still be thrumming  through his veins when he comes off stage and you've been on the receiving end of his post-gig passion enough times to know that he'll certainly be more than happy to return the favour then.

"What's up?" You say sweetly, looking up at him with an impish smile, fingers never stopping their slow, teasing dance up and down his length. A little firmer but not quite firm enough. Not giving him that delicious friction that he's craving so badly.

"You know damn well what's up," He groans, cheeks flushed and rosy as he gazes down on you. "Quit teasing me would ya? I'm on in just over twenty minutes! You said you were gonna be quick!"

And this is the plan. Despite his obvious enjoyment at your attentions you can clearly see the tension still lingering in his frame. The air of the trailer is thick with it, that pre-performance anticipation that frazzles nerves and shakes up confidence still drenching him in self-doubt. You need him to forget all about it, you need him clear his head and lose himself in the moment. You want him to feel that heady power that comes from being thoroughly desired.

"Well you'd better tell me exactly what you want then," you say, nuzzling into the soft flesh as you press a lingering kiss to the underside of his cock, scattering wet kisses all over his length.

"Shit," he hisses, his shaky voice almost a whine. "I want... I want... uhhhhh fuck..."

He's struggling to get his words out, choked with need, shuddering as you tighten your grip on him, pumping him a little faster.

"What was that, I didn't quite catch it?" You tease, relishing the warm, solid feel of him in your palm, the way his cock swells even more in anticipation.

He's looking down on you, heavily-lidded eyes clouded with desire. His bottom lip's pulled in between his teeth, bitten in frustration, his cock rock hard, the pretty flushed pink tip glistening with his arousal.

"Hmm?" You prompt, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

"Fuck," he groans, drawn out and needy. "Want you... want your lips around my cock. Want you to suck me dry... please... your mouth's like heaven. Need it so bad."

His needy pleas of desperation are like music to your ears and you know you can't hold back any longer. You fix him with a steady gaze, keeping your eyes firmly on his as you dip your head, humming an appreciation as you lap again at the head of his cock. You taste the sweet tang of the pre-cum that's already beaded there, swirling your tongue around and around, savouring his taste. You give him a few purposeful tugs as you suck teasingly on his tip, then you widen your mouth to slide your lips downwards. He immediately melts into the couch, babbling mindlessly.

"That's it love... that's it... fuck... you look so good with your mouth full of me... oh god... you're amazing... just look at you..."

If your lips weren't wrapped around his cock you'd be grinning smugly from ear to ear, satisfied to see his eyes roll back in his head as he lets out the most sinful of moans. You flatten your tongue on the underside of his length as you pull back, pursing your lips and hollowing out your cheeks before you slide back down again. You take him even deeper this time, testing your limits, not stopping until your nose brushes the thatch of dark curls at the base of his dick and you feel him nudge the back of your throat. Your eyes immediately start to blur with tears but you don't stop, loving the effect you have on him too much to worry about ruining your carefully applied eyeliner.

"Holy fucking shit," he whimpers out, his thighs already starting to tremble. "Feels so fucking good... christ babe... am gonna blow my load if ya keep doing that."

You keep your eyes trained on him as you begin to bob your head even faster, watching his jaw fall slack, his chest rising and falling quickly with huge gasping breaths. He's fucking irresistible like this, soft and compliant in your hands, the fact that you're the one making him fall apart so utterly consuming it makes you breathless with your own need. You're just glad you're down on your knees for him because the sight of him completely unravelling before your eyes like this is enough to knock the wind right out of you.

"Fuck... I'm close already... like that, just like that... please don't stop... ughhh... you've got no idea how good that feels."

He shudders in ecstasy, his hips rising up in little waves to meet the rhythm you've set with your lips. The hand in your hair suddenly tightens its grip, hard, making you hiss around his length. Your discomfort's the last thing on your mind though, in fact it spurs you on, turning you on beyond belief that you've got him losing his goddamn mind like this, any semblance of self-control completely obliterated as he starts to writhe in the seat, the sluttiest, filthiest groans spilling from his lips.

There's tiny beads of sweat glistening on his collar bones where his shirt's unbuttoned, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he sucks in shallow breaths. His long neck's littered with a few tiny purple bruises, your earlier handiwork. You know you probably shouldn't have marked him up like that right before a show but there's a mischievous side of you that loves the idea of showing the world that he's yours and yours alone.

You're on a mission to make him come now, aware that time is getting tight and the risk of getting caught like this will only increase as the minutes tick by. Luckily for you you're so familiar with what he likes, you know all the little tricks that will reduce him to a moaning, whimpering mess under your touch. You moan around his shaft, the vibrations inching him even closer to the edge, his balls drawing up tight in your palm as you massage them gently, your other hand pumping his length fast and slick. His hips have taken on mind of their own, shamelessly bucking upwards as he fucks himself into your eager mouth.

"Fucking... love you... Y/N," he gasps out in between his gorgeous sounds, head thrown back as he lets the ecstasy take over, drowning in it, finally letting himself go.

You keep your eyes on him as you double your efforts, not wanting to miss a second of him falling apart. This is what you wanted, to see him totally unwind, his head clear of all thoughts apart from you and your lips and your tongue. He's totally wrecked, his handsome face contorted in pleasure and his jaw fallen completely slack. He's all breathy sighs and raw groans, praises and curses rolling off his tongue as he pushes your head firmly down, finally taking control so he can feel the blissful sensation of your throat constricting around him.

"That's it baby... that's it... take all of me... good girl... ughhh..."

You swallow down a gag, fighting the urge to splutter as you feel his cock pulsing hot and heavy on your tongue, his release spurting into your mouth and coating the back of your throat. His grip on your hair immediately loosens as his body falls slack and you pull back, gasping for breath, giving him a few more deliberate tugs just to hear him whimper from the sensitivity.

"Feeling all better now?" You smirk up at him, mightily pleased with yourself as you watch him fighting to control his breathing, his eyes glazed over and his expression dazed.

"Oh my god yes, you're unreal... that was amazing," he mutters, chuckling quietly to himself as he tucks his softening cock back inside his underwear, shunting his hips up off the chair so he can tug up his jeans. "And exactly what I needed... feel like I could take on the world after that!"

"How about playing a headline show?" You grin up at him, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand, savouring the sweet-salty taste of him that still lingers on your tongue.

"I reckon," he smiles back, eyes twinkling with that same old magical spark of excitement he always used to get before performing that's been absent these past few years. God how you've missed it. "You always know what I need love... every single time. How do you do that? C'mon, come up here, come and sit with me for a while. Reckon we've still got a few minutes before I need to get my shit together."

He reaches down for your hand which you take and he pulls you up on to your feet, and then he's pulling you gently down, urging you to take a seat on his lap. You scramble up, curling your body around him and resting your head on his shoulder, pressing your lips gently to his neck as you mumble against the warmth of his skin.

"I knew I needed you to get out of your head for a little while to get you to stop overthinking everything and clear your mind. Knew I had to find a way to distract you."

"You certainly did that," he huffs out a warm breathy laugh, shaking his head. "Reckon I need you on hand before every show from now on. Might even add you to my rider."

You giggle, sitting up a little straighter so you're both on eye level, your lips curving into a suggestive smirk. "Well, that's a service I can certainly provide... maybe I'll throw in a few extras back at the hotel too later if you play your cards right."

"Babe, if ya keep looking at me like that we're not even gonna make it back to the hotel after," he grins. "You know how I get when I come off stage. Fuck... I can feel it now, all that adrenaline.  Can't believe I'm just about to go back out there."

"You're gonna kill it, just like you do every single time. The fans adore you, why else would you sell out all these gigs, huh?" You raise up a hand to brush back a few sweat-dampened strands of hair from his forehead, letting your fingers run through his long locks. "They're here to see you doing what you do best, what you love, what they've been missing all these years... and you're gonna go out there and give them one of the best nights out that they're still gonna be talking about weeks and months from now... hell, maybe even years!"

"A little piece of Catfish history, huh?" He nods, eyes bright and eager, nerves melting away by the second as excitement starts to take over.

"A big piece, I'd say," you reply. A shiver of excitement courses through you as you hear the pre-show music suddenly fall quiet, a short pause before the opening bars of Dean Martin's Ain't That a Kick in the Head blare out of the onstage speakers. All at once the crowd noise which had been simmering at a low murmur swells into a cacophony of screams and whoops and whistles. The noise is muted back here in the trailer but you swear you can even pick out some individual cheers of devotion as the diehard fans who've been counting down this moment for years get caught up in the exhilarating anticipation of seeing their favourite band once again.

"Shit love, this is it. This is really happening," he breathes, blowing out a shaky exhale through his pursed lips. You can feel the tension in his limbs but it's not just nerves now, every muscle and tendon in his body reacting to the adrenaline rush pulsing through his veins, the excitement mounting.

"C'mon then, you'd better go... Helter Skelter's gonna start up any second now."

You slip down off his lap just as the trailer door swings inwards and you both turn to see Benji standing there, nervous excitement clear on his face. "You all ready mate? Stage manager's been pacing like crazy for the past half an hour. Reckon he thought you'd lost your nerve shutting yourself away in here like this..." his eyes flit to you and a cheeky smirk breaks out. "Of course I told him not to worry, I knew Y/N would be in here with you giving you one of her... ahem... infamous pep talks..."

He chuckles, his attention darting back to Van who's just realised as he rises up on to his feet that his flies are still undone, his face flushing beetroot red as he fumbles with his zipper. "Ahh crap! Works a treat though Blakes, I'm telling ya... you should definitely try it!"

"Oh my god, shut up you two," you giggle shyly, your own cheeks warming to the same hue. "Now go on... get on out there... don't keep the fans waiting!"

Benji turns to walk away and Van goes to follow him, but he comes to a stop, turning to you and cupping your face in his hands, pressing his lips hard against yours in a passionate kiss which leaves you breathless as he pulls back.

“Love you so much Y/N… and thank you…”

“You don’t have to thank me silly,” you smile, hands curled around his waist, your hips knocking together. “Like I say, it’s all part of the service!”

“I don’t mean just for that!” He laughs, his thumbs tenderly stroking your cheeks, his eyes pooling with tenderness and affection. “I mean for putting up with me these past few years. I know it’s been a tough ride and I’ve not always been easy to be around… but having you there by my side’s the only thing that’s got me through. You believed in me when no one else did.”

“I’m not the only one who believed in you,” you nod your head in the direction of the roaring crowd, watch Van’s smile grow, warm and genuine in a way that makes your heart swell. “They never stopped believing in you either.”

And there he is, the man you fell in love with all those years ago. Full to the brim with confidence, buzzing with the infectious energy that’s radiating off him, back to doing what he loves… what he was always meant to do. It’s Showtime.

[abbys-wifey]

drunk words. sober thoughts.

request linked here :)

pairings: max fox x female reader

warnings: intoxication, some fluff

A bowl of spaghetti and my favourite movie was the perfect way to spend my saturday night. No schoolwork to deal with and no chores to do. Pure bliss.

“Please Mr Ghostface don’t kill me I wanna be in the sequel.” I mumble along with the tv and a mouth full of spaghetti. Leaning further into the couch cushions I pout watching the next scene before a rather staggered knock at my door draws my attention.

I groan slightly before pausing my movie and gently placing my food on the table. “Hello?” I ask a little hesitant to open the door considering I’m home alone and happen to be watching a horror movie. “Y/N open the door.” A melodic voice sing songs from the opposite side of the door. Blood rushes to my cheeks as I recognise the voice. Max Fox.

I’ve been head over heels for her since I met her at her little sisters batcenera (my sister is best friends with hers). We’ve hung out multiple times since that day and every time I can’t help but find myself longing for more.

“Maxie? What are you doing here?” I open the door and Max crashes into my arms, her balance being thrown off as she had been leaning on the door I just opened. “I missed you.” She slurs, hands reaching up to tug on the collar of my shirt causing my neck to snap down towards her face. “Missed you so much.” She mumbles struggling to stand up straight, her feet stumbling around as if out of her control. I find myself blushing as I wrap an arm around her waist and help her inside.

“So your drunk.” I chuckle letting her collapse onto the couch. “What no. I’m not drunk.” Max drags out her words as she shakes her head frantically, her curls whipping the sides of her face. “Whatever you say.” I roll my eyes and head to the kitchen for a cup of water to give to the girl.

“Come back don’t leave me. Stop.” Max whines clambering over the back of the couch as I disappear, the slight lisp in her voice causing my heart to skip a beat. “Your shit faced.” I return with the water gently coaxing her off the back of the couch and handing her the cup allowing her to drink it and of course casually spill it down the front of her shirt.

“Does your mum know your here?” I ask as Max whines at the water on her shirt before glancing up at me with a smile. “I don’t care. I came here and I like it here. With you.” Max flirts bashfully, her eyelashes rapidly fluttering. I scrunch my nose at her antics. “So whose party was it this time?” I raise an eyebrow and sit beside the brown haired girl who’s head sways from side to side as if listening to imaginary music.

“Paisleys friends friend. Or something like that.” Max slurs waving her hand around as if dismissing the question. “Right. Paisley.” I can’t help the sneer in my voice at the sound of her name. I never liked Maxs best friend as much as I tried. She didn’t seem to care about Max, instead using her for drinks and drugs and the fact her mother was an absolute gem. “Are you angry?” Maxs eyes go wide and puppy like as she peers at my face. “No not angry, just-“ I cut myself off not wanting to get into it with Max in this state.

“Just what?” Max leans into my body, her hand resting on my stomach for balance sending cascades of butterflies through me. “Nothing Max don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” I sigh gazing at the girl before me who seems to stare straight into my soul with her pretty brown eyes.

“Your face is so pretty.” She whispers, her mouth so close to my face I can smell the fruity cocktails she had obviously been drinking. “Max, your drunk.” I chuckle wishing with my entire heart that she wasn’t.

“But that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” She pouts and backs off slightly, her hands leaving my stomach and sitting on her lap. My frown deepens as she mutters to herself. “I promise you I feel the same way.” I regret it the second it comes out my mouth as the fear of being rejected washes over me.

But that fear is shoved away as Max’s hand reaches for my cheek. “I want you to be mine. I’ve always wanted you to be mine.” Max smiles causing my heart to flutter with a million butterflies. My hand gently reaches up and finds comfort holding her wrist.

Our eyes lock and I watch as she licks her lips slowly. Her head moves closer to mine as she leans in so our lips are inches apart.

With every atom in my body I want to kiss her. To feel her lips connect with mine. But I can’t.

“Maxie, no.” I hate myself but I gently push her shoulder so she falls backwards against the couch.

Her eyes begin to brim with tears. “You don’t wanna kiss me?” She almost whimpers looking up at me as her lower lip quivers.

My heart shatters.

“You do not understand how badly I want to kiss you Max. But I’m not going to do that while your intoxicated baby.” I smile sadly and reach out a hand to tuck her curls behind her ear.

Max bites her lip and frowns, her head tilted as if thinking hard. “Can you kiss me later?” She asks as seriously as she possibly can.

“Tell me how you feel tomorrow. Tell me and I promise you can kiss me then ok?” I whisper gently gripping her hand.

“Pinky promise?” She asks holding out her free hand, pinky up. I nod with a smile finding my eyes locking on her lips once again. “Pinky promise.” I intertwine our fingers and squeeze gently before pressing a kiss to our pinkies.

“Let’s get you to bed now. Big day for you tomorrow.” I chuckle as Max stands up and groans. “Come on,” I place my hand on her lower back and gently push her down the hallway and into my bedroom letting her collapse onto the mattress with a thud.

Letting her rest for the minute I ravage through my wardrobe for some comfier clothes for Max and settle on a hoodie and pants.

I allow her privacy to change before helping her into my bed. “Smells like you.” She smiles, her eyes glassy as she buries her face in my pillow. I chuckle and gently run my hand through her hair as I sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, I hope you remember tonight.” I sigh. Max smiles half heartedly. “Me too.”

I lean forward to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight Maxie.” I whisper. “Goodnight Y/N.” Max mumbles as she closes her eyes.

……

Waking up I didn’t know whether to feel ecstatic or dejected. Max was drunk, it was doubtful she would remember the events of last evening.

Sighing I head to the kitchen and place a pan on the stove. “Cooking breakfast for the ill?” Maxs voice gathers my attention and I turn around with a smile.

“You don’t look that ill anymore.” I tease. Max did in fact look less drunk, while her hair was slightly ruffled and her cheeks a little swollen, her eyes were no longer glassy and the sway in her step had gone away.

“Yeah well last night was a lot, I can barely remember coming over here.” She laughs but I can’t. It breaks my heart slightly to hear her admit to not being able to remember last night.

“Yeah.” I mumble and turn back to the stove to hide the tears that prick my eyes.

“But...”

Maxs voice becomes soft, her tone wobbling as she continues to speak.

“I do remember one thing.”

Her hands land on my waist spinning me around to face her.

“I remember how in love with you I am.” She smiles and leans her forehead against my own.

I breathe out a sigh of relief, closing my eyes and letting the tears fade away. Lifting my hands up to hold her cheeks I can’t help but smile. “And you remember what I promised you?” I whisper.

Max nods, her eyes flickering down to my lips.

I lean in and Max meets me halfway. Our lips connect exactly like they do in my dreams. Perfectly fitting like two puzzle pieces. Max’s hands connect behind my neck, as she sighs into the kiss whilst my hands run through her matted curls.

As breathing becomes an issue I pull back not being able to contain the huge grin on my face. “Finally.” I whisper nudging my nose against hers and earning a chuckle. “Please tell me this isn’t a one time thing.” Max breathes, tightening her hold around my neck.

I shake my head frantically. “I want you to be mine Max. I need you to be.” Our eyes lock as she nods. “I was yours from the moment we met.” She replies.

My stomach flips at her sentiment, the butterflies in my gut tripling in size. Closing my eyes once again I lean in and kiss her savouring the moment as long as I possibly can.

Max’s lips are the perfect way to start a sunday morning.

[shinestarhwaa]

RUBY || CHOI SAN

Read part 2 here

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Rockstar!San x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3K

Tags/warnings: MDNI!, Rockstar!AU, Dirty language, alcohol use, drug use, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex, mouthfucking, fingering, namecalling (slut, whore), mild spitting situation, breeding kink, possessive Sanie, degrading, overstimulation

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @babesindestroyland

ENJOY!

"Give it up for King Ruby!"

The crowd around you went wild as the four familiar men entered the stage; Drummer Song Mingi, Frontman Kim Hongjoong, Vocalists and guitarists Park Seonghwa and Choi San. Oh that Choi San.

He would be described as completely feral, deranged, wild, helpless. Known for agression, roughness and narcissism. But oh he was the hottest person in the universe.

The way he'd start the concert off with his clothes on and guitar in hand, and the way he ended it with his chest bare and his guitar in pieces.

He could snap your neck with his bare hands and you'd thank him. That's his level of hotness. The man was sex on legs, no one could deny it.

They wouldn't have to deny it anyway, King Ruby was well known for several sex scandals, parties and relationships here and there. You knew they were all about the Sex, drugs and Rock&Roll life, but God did you want to be a part of it.

You screamed at the top of your lungs as your hands gripped onto the barricade in front of you. Choi San positioned himself right in front of you, pounding on his chest and hyping up the crowd.

"GOOD EVENING, AMSTERDAM!"

You screamed again, wondering if you could keep this up all night. But you travelled all the way here to see them, they were worth it.

"HOW'S EVERYONE FEELING TONIGHT?!"

Choi San's raspy voice shouted into the microphone. Your legs went weak at the sight of him smirking, already covered in sweat because of the July heat and the bright hot lights shining onto his skin.

"LET'S GET THIS PARTY FUCKIN' STARTEEEDD! YOU KNOW THE DRILL, THIS IS 'YOUNG LOLA', SING IT WITH ME!"

They always started off with one of their classics, getting everyone in the right mood. The arena was willed with fans from all over the world, anticipation rising as the members started to play their music.

The night went on as they played all their hits, drinking shots on stage, running around and eventually during your favourite song off all, Choi San's striptease.

You nearly died seeing his toned body, muscly arms and large chest covered in sweat, glistening in the yellow lights. You seriously wished that tonight you would be the girl they'd invite up on stage to lick his sweat off his chest, a wild and controversial tradition of theirs.

Their eyes were scanning the crowd, the tension in the air was nearly making you pass out as you jumped and screamed. Then you saw their eyes land on you, picking you out.

"You! Starry girl, come on here! Yes, you, with the starry thingies on your legs!"

Your breath hitched in your throat and you swore you could barely think. Everything happened in a rush. The handsome, tall bodyguard named Yunho, according to his tag, helped you up to the stage to meet the guys.

Wild electric guitar musics filled your ears as you stood in front of the Choi San. You couldn't help but smirk along with him as he stepped closer to you.

"What's your name, beautiful?" Choi asked, lifting your chin slightly with his fingers, inbetween him playing the guitar. "I'm Y/N," you breathed out.

"You're a lucky gal, give it up for Y/N!" Hongjoong yelled out, the immense crowd cheering for you, jealous but full of nerves and anticipation for what they knew was coming soon.

Hongjoong kicked off with the song 'Lick', your forever favourite. As Choi San eye-flirted with you, you couldn't help but join in with him, moving your hips and running your hand over his chest, feeling his sweat touch your skin.

The killing part was about to come up, the part where Hongjoong sung with all the passion he had in the world, sung the horniest lyrics in existance and that goddamn look in San's eyes, that was your cue to bring out your tongue.

You started off below his adams apple, peppering kisses down to his abs, where you started to lick a stripe back up to San's throat. You heard him groan by your ear, dampening your panties.

It wasn't long before you were back in the crowd, everyone around you cheering loudly as you tried to process what just had happened. You just licked Choi San's sweat.

-

The concert was amazing, and you nearly lost all the air in your lungs. It was so worth it. More than 50K people saw you lick Choi San's sweaty chest and you immediately tweeted you could die peacefully now, liking and watching all the fanvideos posted on the socials.

You had taken an Uber and then walked into the city centre, strolling there for hours while your head was on cloud 9. You nearly stumbled over your own feet kn your way to the hotel as you couldn't put your phone away. You couldn't stop watching all the videos people took of your moment tonight.

You walked down the red light district, noticing a handsome figure standing outside the coffee shop. You couldn't see his face completely, due to his large cap, but the way he was built reminded you of-

"Hey, starry girl, be careful, you'll trip if you don't stop watching videos while walking, you know?"

Your breath hitched in your throat, just like it had before when they called you out in the crowd. This was Choi San. You'd recognize his voice anywhere. You looked up as he lifted his cap a little, revealing his smug smirk.

The smell of the joint in his hand and his tongue poking into his cheek made you feel drawn to him more than ever. You got closer and licked your bottom lip.

"What's a rockstar like you doing here alone at 2am?" "Well, Y/N, I just got the most wonderful Amsterdam joints from that coffee shop over there and a few packs of weed for the guys for tomorrow, and I'm smoking this one in peace right now," he smirked.

"You're not really allowed to blow on the street here, but-" "I don't see any cops, babygirl. So tell me, why are you walking here alone at night?" "Just on my way to my hotel, actually, thinking about your sweat on me. Or your body."

San laughed and took another puff, offering you too. You agreed and not much later the two of you had started talking as you smoked the joint, walking through the streets as San decided to drop you off at your hotel.

Something deep inside you made you think he was going to offer helping you to your room too, but you did not want to get your hopes up too badly. Did you want to be one of the million girls they slept with? Yes. Actually. Yes.

''This is where I'm staying,'' you said, nudging your head to the right, pointing at the hotel. You looked at the stately hotel with the beautiful white facades. At the same time, Choi San took your hand in his as he walked you inside. You decided not to say a word, not wanting to ruin the moment.

You stepped into the classy-looking elevator, and San got in with you. ''You're coming up?'' you asked, smiling softly, trying to sound innocent. ''I'd rather go down,'' he smirked. Right when the doors of the elevator started to close, San attacked your mouth with his own.

Your lips brushed together, and when you felt a familiar spark in your body you deepened the kiss. It got rougher, messier, sloppier once San stuck his tongue inside your mouth. The rocker sucked on your tongue as he grabbed your hips tightly, pulling you closer.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened on the third floor and an elderly couple stepped into the elevator, greeting you before turning their backs to you. You closed your eyes, trying to gain your breath again. You could feel San's eyes glare at you and you noticed the smirk on his lips in the corner of your eye.

The elevator stopped again at the fourth and you took San's hand, exiting the elevator and walked to your hotelroom. ''You're coming in?'' you asked as you opened the door with the tiny silver key. ''Coming inside?'' he said smirking. Your eyes rolled at the dirty pun, but you pulled him in anyway.

In no time the two of you had gotten half-naked. Your underwear was the only barrier between you and him. You gasped at the sight of his body. It was so much better up close and it was so much better with his pants off too. The print of his dick in his underwear was really driving you insane.

''My eyes are up here, Y/N,'' he smirked. You smiled, ''You remember my name?'' ''Well, first of all I'm not dumb and second of all have you seen your tits? Your ass? Those slutty thigh starry things and those glitter boots? The leather skirt and top? I ain't forgetting you princess.''

''Fuck babe,'' he breathed out, ''Not even wearing any panties under that, babygirl? What a naughty slut.'' San's tongue lapped at your neck and you moaned, melting into his touch. You managed to lock the door before San pulled you to the bed, pushing you on it.

Unexpectedly, San got off you and walked to the mini fridge and pulled a bottle of champagne out of there. ''San, those bottles are like 15 euro's each, you can't d-''

San opened the bottle with a pop, smirking. ''Don't worry about the money, little one.'' He got closer and chugged the champagne from the bottle. He lifted up your chin with his fingers, pouring some champagne into your open mouth, as well as spitting in it. You swallowed and moaned as he attacked your neck again, leaving lovebites all over it.

The man ran his hands over your thighs and ripped the starry thights apart by the crotch, revealing your glistening wet pussy. ''Cannot wait to fucking rip this pussy apart,'' he grunted as he dove between your legs.

''God, yes,'' you moaned when he sucked lightly on your clit. San smirked and looked up at you. ''You like having a pretty face between your legs, don't ya?''

You moaned and nodded eagerly, gripping the sheets tightly when you felt his silky tongue slip between your folds. ''O-Oh that's so good, San!'' He slipped two fingers inside your cunt, pumping them quickly in and out of you.

You could feel the arousal gush out of you with every thrust of his fingers. Melodic moans and whines filled the room, sexual tension thickening the air. San didn't stop until you were shaking on his fingers, orgasm hitting you like a truck.

''Please, San, please, use me like your fucking life depends on it,'' you begged, taking off your bralette. San smirked and took his own underwear off, cock springing free against his stomach.

''Such a naughty little cum dump aren't you?'' he smirked, lifting you up and pushing you down on your knees. Instinctively you opened your mouth for him, inviting his hard dick. ''Are you my cum dump, Ruby?'' he smirked as he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, smudging your red lipstick.

''Y-Yes, I'll be your cum dump, please give it to me, use me,'' you whined out softly. San took his cock in his hand and slapped it on your tongue a few times. ''All my thoughts about you are so improper babygirl,'' he smirked as he pushed his cock down your throat. You nearly gagged when he started to fuck your mouth, but you closed your eyes and let him go on, letting him use you the way he wants to.

He took another sip from the champagne bottle as he thrusted his hips into your face. Even when you thought he couldn't reach further, he did, fucking into your throat as he held onto your head, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling it slightly as he moved your head on his length.

''Look at you being all fucking cockdrunk, huh? You like having your mouth full of cock? Such a whore. Want it in your pussy don't you?''

He took his cock from your mouth and slapped it against your cheek. ''Y-Yes, I love your cock, I want your cock so bad, again and again, please, take me!'' you begged as you licked and sucked on his balls needily.

San pulled you up and bended you over the little table, pushing into your cunt from behind. ''Fuck, baby you're so wet,'' he smirked as he pounded into you deeply. You cried out his name and gripped onto the edge of the table, trying to stay steady.

His balls slapped against your ass with every thrust of his hips. ''Want it harder, princess? Deeper?'' he asked. ''Y-Yes, all, give it all to me, give it all!''

''Such a greedy little pussy, hm?'' he smirked. San truly gave his all when it came to fucking, he thrusted with an intense force and held your hips tightly. ''I fucking own you now, babygirl, I fucking own this pussy. Gonna fuck you so well no cock will ever be better than mine, you'll only crave mine.''

Your pussy walls clenched around him and you felt your second orgasm approaching. ''You're gonna cum for me huh? Gonna cum for me?'' ''Yes! Yes I'm gonna- gonna-''

You came with a loud moan, shuddering and shaking on the table as San emptied his balls inside you too, coming with a long, animalistic growl. He stilled for a minute and then pulled out, laying you on the table. The polished wood was cold against your back, giving you goosebumps all over.

San poured the champagne over your tits and stomach, making you hiss at the icy cold liquid. The rocker sucked and licked on your nipples, savouring the taste of your skin combined with the alcohol. ''Fuck, I love your tits baby, they're so fucking great,'' he said as he peppered kisses over his stomach, licking up the champagne.

Your pussy clenched around nothing as San dragged his tongue over your body. ''P-Please, San!'' you begged as you propped your legs up on the edge of the table, showing off your messy pussy.

''Beg for it, princess,'' he growled as he sucked on your nipples. ''O-Oh God, San, please, fuck me, fuck me good, make me forget my name, please, I want you so, so bad!'' you cried out, eyes tearing up as he rubbed your clit. ''Are you gonna cry? Princess is gonna cry on my cock?''

He slipped his length back inside you and pounded into you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, sneaking his hand between your pelvises. Tears flowed from your eyes as the pleasure of his cock on your g-spot and his fingers playing with your clit became too much. You shivered and shuddered and you came again, mix of cum and arousal slipping out of you and dripping down your legs onto the table.

''Such a fucking whore, cumming from that? You're gonna get more baby, you better take it, huh, take it. Want me to breed your little pussy?''

''Oh, San, please, please breed me, fuck me full, fuck me full of your fucking cum, own me, own me! Please, give it all to me!'' you moaned loudly. ''F-Fuck yes baby, you got it, I own your pussy. I'm gonna fuck you so full of my cum, breed you so fucking well!''

''P-Please don't stop! Don't stop!'' you cried, black tears rolling from your eyes as San kept thrusting into you. He picked you up and held you with his hands on his ass, fucking up into you against the wall. You tried to hold onto something, nails sliding over the wallpaper, leaving permanent scratches.

''You fucking love the stretch, huh don't you?'' San panted as he fucked you deeper. You could feel him twitch inside you, noticing he was close to coming again. ''P-Please keep filling me up, keep filling me up, own me, own me!''

San put you on the ground, legs wobbling as he pushed you onto the bed. You fell on the bed with your face in the sheets, staining them with your smudged makeup. You instinctively lifted up your ass and spread your legs to give him access. He pushed into you again and fucked you harder than ever. His cock felt so good inside you, you swore you'd lose your mind.

Your voice was strained from all the loud moans, whines and cries you couldn't help but let out as he plunged into you mercilessly. ''Gonna fill you up so fucking full baby, gonna make sure you're mine forever, my fucking pussy forever, no cock is ever gonna be better for your pussy,'' he grunted.

''Y-yes, I love your cock, please fill me, fill me!'''San thrusted and thrusted until he got sloppy, stilling as he filled you with his cum, making your body twitch again and unravel slowly. He slowed down, rocking into you slowly as he peppered kisses over your back. 'San thrusted and thrusted until he got sloppy, stilling as he filled you with his cum, making your body twitch again and unravel slowly. He slowed down, rocking into you slowly as he peppered kisses over your back as you cried and drooled.

''That's a good fucking girl...''

You couldn't remember anything else from the previous night. You're sure you fucked like four more times before San left the hotel room. This morning you woke up with an incredible headache, realizing how much alcohol you must've had last night.

You made your way into the bathroom, looking at the mess San had made of you. Your hair was a mess, makeup was everywhere and all his cum had dried up inside you. You grinned as you saw a message written in lipstick on the mirror.

''Thank you, my sweet Ruby, come to Paris and let's do this over again.''

[shares-a-vest]

@steddie-week Day Six: True

Call him a snap. A lovesick loser. A nerd. A guy who likes fantasy stories and make-believe a little too much. An idiot who is setting himself up for disappointment and heartbreak.

But Eddie Munson believes in True Love.

He has read the stories and been swept up in the romantic plotlines of his favourites. He creates NPCs for his campaigns with unnecessarily detailed backstories with whole lives set out for them. Then he uses them to write poems and short stories he keeps safe in his notebooks for no one to see, where everyone gets a sweeping grand love story and a 'happily ever after' waiting for them by the end.

He's well aware others catch on, especially after he starts dating Steve. Yeah, an actual real-life love story sweeps him off his feet and he lets his guard down. Dustin and Lucas call him, "a pathetic lameoid". Mike and Will descend into a chorus of gagging noises. Even the guys tease him for writing song lyrics featuring admittedly, very obvious saccharine declarations. George will give a "Yuck", Gareth practically sings out his disgusted "Ew" and Jeff gives perhaps the worst reaction of all...

"Eddie... just. No."

Steve might as well be a Prince. Or a Knight in shining armour. A combination of both, maybe? Mixed in with the weapons and demon-slaying expertise of a high-stats Barbarian who runs around shirtless.

When Steve visited him in the hospital, drugged-up delirium had Eddie's mind drifting to fairytales where he lay in a nightmare-riddled slumber as a blood-stained and beat-up version of Snow White or Sleeping Beauty. Just laying in wait to be fixed by true love's kiss.

Steve calls Eddie his Prince sometimes when he's being all sappy and cute. It makes them both blush and giggle because, while it's romantic, it is also Steve trying desperately to sound impressive.

But Steve really is the Prince. Eddie insists on the matter. Even when he arrives at the trailer from a closing shift at Family Video, visibly tired with dark eyes, hair now flat and unstyled with a pained expression on his face as he blinks at a snail's pace.

"Thank god, I'm home" he sighs, voice cracking a little as he sets his keys down on the shelf near the front light switch.

Eddie snaps his book shut (A collection of Grimm Fairytales, no less), feeling all giddy at the thought Steve considers the place 'home'. But his glee doesn't last long as his homebound Prince barely toes off one of his sneakers before he clambers forward, arms unstretched in the direction of the couch.

Eddie catches him - or more, Steve collapses onto the couch and rolls into him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he panics, brushing back the mop of hair that has flopped in his face.

"I have a headache," Steve groans, talking into his makeshift pyjama top - an old Hawkins Tigers t-shirt, "Started as I was closing up."

Steve heaves his body against the couch, resting his head on the cushion back and screws his eyes shut. He fumbles with the buttons on his polo, failing to get anywhere near unbuttoning them. So, Eddie does it for him, barely finishing on the last one before Steve pops his shirt off and flings it halfway across the room.

Then Steve starts doing the same with his belt and fly as a wash of sickly paleness drains down his pretty face.

"I'll do it," he grumbles, pushing Steve's mighty paws away.

He helps there too, willing away a blush and a dirty joke as he loosens Steve's obscenely tight jeans. He isn't exactly sure how it works anatomically, but he is growing more certain with every headache that these damn jeans aren't doing him any favours (other than giving him a tight little, very squeezable, butt).

Steve puffs out what is vaguely a laugh before he slurs, "Think this is as far as you gonna get tonight, Eds."

He gestures at his underwear peaking out from his undone jeans.

"You want me to run you a bath? Squish you into the teeny-tiny combo?"

Steve sniffs under his arm and grimaces at himself.

"'Kay," he lolls his head back on the couch.

"Anything else?"

"Can you make me some tea?"

"Tea?" he questions.

He can't help it. Usually, he keeps his queries to a minimum when Steve is like this (which has been all too frequent lately) but this is a new request.

"Wayne made me some last week when I had a migraine."

"This is the first I'm hearing of it," he says, and in lieu of a physical presence, he glares at his uncle's recliner chair.

Steve smiles at the ceiling, his eyelids softening with a light flutter as he hums, presumably thinking about this magic tea Wayne is most definitely being interrogated about first thing in the morning.

"'S'nice," Steve shrugs.

"That old man with his tea collection like he's some old English Granny."

"Stops me from feeling sick."

Eddie leans over and pecks his deceptively-hot cheek. Stinky and on the precipice of a migraine or not, Steve is still his Prince Charming. He pauses there. Steve must feel his breath lingering because his lip quirks, threatening a smile and he opens his eyes.

"What?" he asks, a teasing tone dancing in there somewhere as he blinks slowly.

Eddie takes his hand and squeezes it.

"Let me kiss you."

"Okay," Steve replies and puckers his lips without moving an inch.

"True love's kiss will make you feel better, promise," he whispers as he closes the distance between them and presses a soft kiss to Steve's lips.

Steve squeaks out a noise and Eddie can feel his frown as he murmurs, "You're so silly."

[cuupidsss]

Can you write another part for Euphoricly Gone? :3 I love it a whole whole lot

-Just for you ig, I’ll try 😝

(I found this random gif, idk where it’s from but oh well✌️)

Euphorically Gone 2

Ding, ding, ding.

It’s Saturday, you love saturdays. You head hurts though, maybe this Saturday was one of those Saturday’s where you aren’t happy.

You turn in your bed and try to sleep a little more but the constant singing from your phone isn’t helping at all.

You turn over and yank your phone off the desk next to your bed, groaning loudly. You open up the group chat, figuring that’s where all the notifications are from.

There just saying good morning, which is weird cause they usually don’t do that but your polite so you type a reply back quickly.

Another message pops up, it’s a photo. A photo of a bag. Your bag. Your small plastic baggy. A question pops up but by then you’ve closed the chat.

Why now? The bag was on a desk too.. do you say you don’t know who’s it is? You open back up the chat, everyone’s conversing. It’s not mine, you convince yourself before typing that in and throwing your phone to the end of your bed.

You get up and think.. are you gonna get ready for today? You could just sit around, but you need something to take what just happened off your mind.

As you get ready you ask yourself some dumb questions, how would they know it’s yours? Do they know? How? How? How? Did they look inside. Your notifications go off again and you are already done getting ready. You fix your hair in your mirror before rushing over to your phone.

You look at the message, a message from Tyler. Why was that asshole messaging you? Especially right now.

You looked at the contact for a moment, should you answer? You don’t want to but you might as well. Also.. whats with him just saying your name? No hi or hello?

The attitude you have right now is unwarranted but you could care a lot less. What the hell is wrong with him? Why can’t he just mind his businesses? This was more than irritating. Your phone goes off again but this time you ignore it. You put your phone on do not disturb and put it on the charger, it was at 17% since it didn’t charge last night.

You need a new charger. This one can last a little longer though, and you don’t feel like shopping.. so it’s decided, you’ll get one tomorrow.

A knock on your door suddenly startles you, “come in?” You say, it must be your sister since you and her are the only two people home at the moment. Your parents are still on the trip.

“Wanna go get McDonald’s with me?” She asks once she walks in. You look at her and think.. McDonald’s?

“Ew, McDonald’s right now? Let’s get like..” you think for a moment.

“McDonald’s or nothing.” She immediately shuts down your hopes of getting Culver’s. You nod and she quickly tells you to be out at the car in 5 minutes or she’s leaving without you.

You grab your phone that’s only charges to 27% and walk downstairs and out to the driveway. You jump into the vechile as your sister immediately starts driving.

You pull your hair back into a ponytail, holy shit it’s hot as hell put today. You take off the sweater you put on.

“Why are you taking your sweater off?” You sister asks, suddenly interested in what your doing. “It’s not even that hot.”

“I don’t know, I’m just sweaty all of a sudden.” You try to be nonchalant about it. The car goes silent, the only sound is the dumb song your sister is playing and the bumping of the road.

“(Name).” Your sister suddenly speaks up, “are you..” she’s silent, taking a breathe in before exhaling, “are you doing that stuff again? I’m just sayi-“

“No. Why does everyone think I’m on drugs!? I’m literally not!” Liar. “I’m not a druggie! Oh my fucking god!” Your sister snaps her head at you for a moment, a sudden reaction of anger at your language.

“First of all, you shouldn’t be talking like that. Second of all, when people do drugs it fucks up their body temperatures! Look at me.. am I sweating? Am i overwhelmed by the heat? No I’m not.” Valid points, but you know if you’d admit to getting back into that stuff again you’ll be in trouble. “Listen, I’m just trying to look out for you.” She stops at a red light.

“Okay, sorry. I’m just tired of everyone thinking I’m crazy.” You mutter, loud enough for her to hear.

“Yeah well what can you expect? You used to rage out on mom whenever she tried to help you, we had to send you to rehab.” You bite your lip at the memory. “What do you want from McDonald’s anyway?” The sudden question catches you off guard.

“Fries and some sprite.” You look out the window, not wanting to face her, not wanting to face anybody. Your sister orders and in no time your both driving back home with the junk food.

Once your home you sprint to your room, closing the door behind you and leaning on it.

“Shit.” You immediately take your drawer out of its place in your dresser. You had hid some of your stuff here, you look at it. It’s still there, you take it off and shove it in the bottom of your school bag.

You look at your phone, it’s dead. You had been on it most of the ride so it’s expected, you throw it on the charger and sit on your bed lazily. You look out the window in your room. Today had already been exhausting and it was barely even 2:00. What time had you woken up?

You’ve been up for like.. an hour so.. holy shit. You woke up at like 1:00? New record you suppose. A small nap wouldn’t hurt? Even if you had slept in obnoxiously late it would be fine.

Yeah it wasn’t fine, you woke up at 6:00 at night to knocking on your fucking window. You shoot up, what the freak?

You run to your window, knowing this is how all horror movies start and peek outside. What is Aiden doing outside your window? How did he even.. whatever it doesn’t matter now. You open your window.

“What the hell, Aiden?” You whisper yell, the sun is setting and he should be at home.

“Hi! What are you doing, (name)?” How is he being so nonchalant about this?

“Oh.. um.. I was just napping but-“ you stop, was he trying to confuse you, “what are you doing here?” He laughs at your question.

“Ashlyn want to go to the graveyard!” He smiles at you, “wanna come?” You think for a moment. With what Tyler said in the messages earlier it seems like everyone knows but you doubt that’s the case, especially with Aiden acting normal.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll walk down there in a minute.” You agree.

“I can walk with you. If you want?” You nod at his suggestion, telling him to go to your front door and you’ll be outside in a jiffy. You walk out your room but grab your phone, as your walking down the hallway you hear someone call for you.

“Where are you going?” It’s your sister, great.

“I’m just going to hangout with Aiden and Ashlyn.” You say, “the others might be there, I don’t know.” Your being honest and truthful but her face doesn’t seem to trust you very much.

“Okay.. you can go I guess.” You frown, you weren’t asking for permission but a win is a win. You wave her off and walk out the front door and see Aiden, he’s standing there awkwardly, atleast to you. He seems to be enjoying himself.

you’d talk but you weren’t in the mood, instead you walk past him, expecting him to follow. half way through the walk you want to go back, maybe this was a bad idea. was it a bad idea? God, no, you need to go back.

“Aiden.. man.. um, i don’t feel so good.” you stop, suddenly, the night air making you shiver. it’s silent for a moment, before you can feel him look at you.

“how come?” he asks, tilting his head, his hand on your shoulder.. suddenly it doesn’t feel inviting, just pitiful.

“my stomach hurts. i think it was the mcdonald’s i ate earlier.” he hums at your shitty excuse. he then laughs a little, and keeps walking, ignoring you? you blink. “i think i might have to-“

“no, come on.” she says, urging you to follow him. you stop everything for a moment, suddenly irritated. who was he to tell YOU what to do? huh? HUH? he didn’t even see concerned, what the hell.

but you don’t say that, you don’t speak. you just breathe in and keep walking, behind him now, but still following, like a lost puppy. it’s humiliating.. almost.

your at the graveyard and then your not, your suddenly sitting down with Aiden in the bus.. the empty bus. a bus that is empty, am i specifying that the bus is empty

“are they not here yet?” you sit down, getting comfortable, Aiden sits in the seat next to you. all these seats and he sits in the same one as you? okay.

“there not coming.” you turn to him, he turns to you, you turn to eachother.

“what.” it wasn’t even a question, just a word to explain your exasperation at what he said.

“your such a bad liar, you know that? your kind of funny.. in your own way.” he leans closer to you, you lean back, mad, mad at him.

“Aiden, i- what? what is wrong with you?” you spit at him, grumbling, standing up and walking around him, suddenly upset, what is this?

a ruffle, a crumpling sound, a dreaded sound, a odd sound but undoubtedly familiar. you gulp, feeling your throat clog up. suddenly you actually feel sick, like it isn’t a joke anymore.. or a lie.

“you don’t have to act like that,” he says, smiling a little less. it felt like you were being mocked. like a rat caught in an cage, a fox looming over and covering it with its paw.

suddenly your so angry, so hateful, so disgusted, you can’t even talk, can’t even scream. so you do what you can, you drop dramatically, your head practically attached to your knees, and you babble, about something, about nothing, about something.. you don’t know.

“i hate you, i hate you so much.” you scream, throwing a tantrum. but Aiden doesn’t speak, you think he just looks at you, and maybe sighs.. maybe he grabs you by your arm, sitting next to you and just pats you awkwardly. or maybe it’s not Aiden, maybe it’s Ben, and maybe the other person standing over you isn’t Aiden, it’s Ashlyn and god, is she awkward. and maybe, just maybe the person on the other side of you is Taylor, looking confused and the person standing next to Ashlyn infront of you is sighing and standing as if HE told you so, maybe it is Tyler, the asshole.

all of them, here, you want to throw up all over them and run. which would be insanely gross. you can’t help but rip your hair out, stop looking at me, is all you can think.

“(name).” a voice says, which one of them is it? it’s like.. it’s like a female voice but like not high pitched. “stop.” you hear more of it. you feel someone flick your hand. “stop acting like this.”

“leave me alone!” you can’t help but scream, pushing away anyone trying to touch you, “i can’t believe this! i hate you!” you try to get up but all of this is to much and you can’t bring yourself to do anything. choking on your own tears.

“(name), it’s okay, we’re not mad.” this time you know who it is, it’s Taylor, she’s so amazing, is what you would think if you weren’t so out of it.

“this is humiliating..” you mutter, loudly. how can you mutter loudly? you don’t know. you just needed to breathe. You hear someone take a step infront of you, before the sit down, and Ashlyn follows and so does Aiden. someone walks onto the bus, logan, before sitting down.

now your all in a circle, no one says anything before another person speaks up.

“so, how is everyone’s day?” what? huh? what the fuck is Tyler talking about.

“good, a little stressful. i’ve been really worried about a friend of mine.” Taylor quickly says, sighing dramatically.

“me too, what a coincidence.” Ashlyn speaks up, almost rushed. this makes you feel annoyed but in seconds their all talking about YOU, infront of you.

suddenly another person speaks, “mhm, she’s just been really distant and i can’t help but think she’s not okay.” Tyler, tyler, tyler Hernandez. wow. oh, wow.

“how could we help this friend, what do you think, (name)?” you don’t know how to feel. should you be shocked that Logan is talking so confidently and out of character or proud of him?

“i..” you bite your lip, peeking out from your knees, looking at all of the questioning glances. “i don’t know.” you feel bad for being so mean earlier, a rush of unhappiness and guilt washing over you.

“just be nice.” you finally spit out. it’s silent for a moment before Aiden laughs, the tension is sub-sides. Taylor laughs and then Tyler is rolling his eyes, Logan is smiling and so is Ben.

Ashlyn just sits there before letting out a chuckle of her own.

“okay.”

“okay?”

“okay.” you smile at this, okay? such a simple word but yet it was so comforting, it felt so comforting. you repeat it in your head. everything is going to be okay.

[letsgetrowdy43]

Adam,

"Living with you drama queens is like having my own personal reality tv show."

It wasn't a morning with the Umich Hockey freshmen if you weren't being woken up by some sort of argument and or a loud string of nonsense from the boys.

Today was no different

Your face was shoved into Adam's chest as you tried to fight off consciousness, but the noise of Johnny and Rutger arguing just outside the door of the Fantilli's dorm was enough to wake the entire floor.

A loud knock on the door startled Luca awake, a sleepy pout on his face as he opened the door, "what?" he groaned as he looked confused, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"We need an argument settled for us" Rutger pushed past the boy standing in the doorframe "Really? That's all?" the older brother said as both Johnny and Rutger stared at him with a look of obviousness on their faces.

Rutger stood looking over the sleeping couple before poking you awake, "up," he said as he watched Adam furrow his brows and pull you further into his chest. "We're not doing this right now" Adam mumbled, still half-asleep as his chin rested upon the top of your head.

"Like fuck you aren't, get up," Johnny said yanking the blankets off of the two of you, a gasp leaving Rut's mouth as he covered his eyes dramatically. "I'm wearing shorts you idiot," you groaned and ran a hand over your face, "now give me the blanket back before I make the decision to accidentally make you bald the next time you ask me to help cut your hair" you look at the two boys who kindly gave you the comforter back to coverup both yourself and a still partially asleep Adam.

"Please just tell us the argument so we can go back to bed," Luca mumbled laying back down in his bed, "what time is it anyways?". "seven-thirty?" Rutger grinned before being smacked up side the head by a pillow Luca had thrown at his head.

"Who do you think is hotter, the girl Johnny got with last week from Alpha Phi or Margo Robbie? cause I was in favour-" "You've got to be fucking kidding me" Adam groaned as Rutger continued the premise of their argument.

You motioned for Johnny to come closer to your face before you extended your hand and smacked him in the arm, "you're both so unbelievably stupid" you mumbled before burying yourself in the crook of Adam's neck.

"You didn't answer the question" Rut reminded you before you turned back over to glare at him. Anger was now fueling your words as you snapped, "Because this is probably the stupidest reason you've ever woken me up for," feigning sleep as you fought back the urge to slap the fuck out of him.

Luca cleared his throat as he stared at the roof, "If it means anything to you Margo Robbie is hotter." A scoff left your mouth as you turned to face your boyfriend's brother, "Luca, don't objectify women this early in the morning," he let out a laugh as your glare harshened.

Rut spoke in a sing-song voice, trying to diffuse your anger, "Adam your opinions?" "I do not have any opinions," he said tiredly, putting his hands up in surrender "He knows what's good for him," You smiled before placing a short kiss on his cheek, then to the tip of his nose, and finally landing on his lips.

"Ew" Johnny drug out the 'w' as he turned his head in horror.

You batted your lashes at the two boys, feigning innocence as you turned back to your boyfriend and placed kisses all over his face, "yucky, stop that!" "Get out if you don't want to see it then" you egged them on as they groaned and left the room.

"Living with you drama queens is like having my own personal reality tv show," Luca mumbled as he pulled his blanket up to his chin. "We keep it real" you shrugged before turning around to press your face comfortably back into Adam's chest, a hum of approval leaving his lips as he let you get comfortable.

[xylianasblog]

Frequency

Pairings: Agedup Human! Neteyam (26) X Fem!Human reader (22)

Summary: an emotional roller coaster but it’s all so raw and new, very healthy too. Something you are very happy to accept wholeheartedly.

Warnings: MDNI, fluff, smut, p in v penetration, fingering, slight soft dom Neteyam.

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It was now Friday and you sat on the stage, having a gig in ten minutes. While waiting you watched everyone mingle, watching the way they swarmed around each other chatting happily, you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips as you watched.

These moments where you watched people were always very soothing, it was like watching those connect by the frequencies of their bodies in ways that were sexual, pure, and some even a mix of the two.

Looking down at the white flower pattern on your black dress you couldn’t help that your mind wonder about the last few days with Neteyam.

They felt wonderful, you couldn’t deny that the more you spoke to him and spent time with him that your feelings were growing like crazy. He was addicting in the best of ways, like a drug.

He was very sweet, caring, yet he had such a dominate side to him. You loved it, loved the way he made your body feel so safe yet needy at the same time.

“Pretty girl..” he called for you. “I crave you in the deepest of ways.”

Those words left you puzzled as you looked up at him, you said nothing as your eyebrow raised. You simply observed him, letting his words sink in as you stared into those gorgeous eyes of his.

Tilting your head to the side, you pulled your gaze away from his letting your eye roam over his face before looking down at his appearance. Black sweats and a T-shirt, you huffed quietly before looking down at yourself dressed in just a long T-shirt and panties.

Your gaze traveled back up to his face. “I crave you in ways that my soul has never known.. in ways it’s only craved to know.” You said.

Neteyam laughed at this, his smile was bright, his laugh full of joy. “My mind, body, and soul have already surrendered themselves over to you.” He confessed as he pushed you back against your bed, laying his head on your bare thigh as his arms wrapped lazily around your waist.

Blinking away the memory you looked up just in time to notice you had to perform. Giving the crowd a smile and a wave to greet everyone, you sat up straighter.

The band began to play the song you let the melody flow before humming softly, harmonizing with the sound of the music gently playing.

“Oooh.. No.. no.. oooh”

The song played a little more, and you closed your eyes as you let the music take you.

“Even if my heart stops beating, you’re the only thing I need.. oooh with me. Even if the earth starts shaking, you’re the only thing worth taking.. oooh with me.. even if the sky’s on fire, got you here, it’s alright.. oooh with me.”

You opened your eyes to see the people now dancing with partners, and your eyes immediately locked onto those of your love. You gave him a soft smile. The music kept a steady tempo as you continued to sing.

“Pretty boy, you did this with me, boy. Now it's all about to end... Baby girl, look where we made it, girl. Hmm, now we're falling. As long as I got you, I'm gonna be alright. As long as I got you, yeah. I'm not afraid to die. I'm alright.”

The song held such deep emotion as you sang.

“Even if my heart stops beating, you’re the only thing I need... oooh with me. Even if the earth starts shaking, you’re the only thing worth taking... oooh with me.. even if the sky’s on fire, got you here, it’s alright.. oooh with me.”

Your eyes never left his as you sang, as if you were pouring your heart out to him into this song. Your frequencies once again call to one another despite the distance. Once they meet they begin entangling and becoming one, locking together, that unbreakable bond snapping into place.

“And if it's all over. I'm taking this moment, ooh, with me, nah. Wherever I'm going. I'm happy you're coming, ooh, with me. With me, yeah.”

You and Neteyam arrived at your house around midnight, having been out to dinner. It was a nice way to end the night. You couldn’t have felt happier, more relaxed, and more comfortable in your life.

After changing and finally getting into your bed you watched as Neteyam changed into a pair of sweats. Your eyes looked over his entire body, taking in all the marks and blemishes, admiring how they made him look even more attractive.

“Nete... I want you.”

Your statement caused his movements to falter for a moment, he slowly lifted his head, his braids moving around wildly, as he look up at you. His eyes traced over your features before locking onto your eyes to see if there was anything other than what he was searching for. His eyes found nothing but truth, love, and need. A deep searing need.

Once he found what he was searching for he let his sweats fall completely leaving him in only his boxers. His eyes racked over your entire form, taking every bit of you in. He was like a predator eyeing his food. You shivered at his stare loving the way his amber eyes grew dark with lust.

“You want me?” He questioned. “You need me?”

You let out a small little hum as you eyed him, watching the way he moved over to you slowly. You felt your womanhood ache with a need so fierce it had you scared, shocked at such a new needy feeling. A deep ache that you knew only he could fix.

“You want me to make love to you.? To fill you up?” His questions had you pressing your thighs together. “Mhm..” was all you could offer him.

“Use your words, pretty girl... I need to know how to make you feel.” He murmured, his eyes locked onto yours as he grabbed ahold of your ankle, pulling you roughly to the end of the bed and at the same time pulling a squeak from you. His hands rubbed down your legs and over your smooth thighs, grabbing and squeezing your supple skin.

“Yes.” You breathed out, “Yes to it all, so please..” you begged softly.

Your eyes closed as he began kissing down your leg, down your thigh. His kisses were slow and loving, they made your body tingle in the most pleasant ways. You let out soft moans as you relaxed back into your bed, loving the way his hands and kisses made you feel.

Finally making his way to your aching center he eyed the evident wet patch, loving the way you were already dripping for him. He grabbed hold of your panties and slowly slide them off, enjoying the way they cling lung to your slick cunt. “Fuck.. so pretty.. so wet for me already baby..” he said in a soft tone.

Once your panties were off he moved his right hand up to spread your lips, giving him the perfect view of your slick pussy. You covered your face as you felt his heated stare on you, it took everything in you to not close your legs. A small cry of surprise and pleasure left your lips as you felt his tongue licking along your womanhood, slowly dragging itself against your aching clit. Your hand immediately tangled into his hair, gripping onto those pretty braids tightly drawing a soft groan from the male perched between your legs. “Taste so good..” he whispered.

“Gonna stretch you..” he explained. His eyes quickly looked up to take in your form, loving the way you let him have control. Slowly he rubbed his long thick finger around your clit before sliding it down to tease the entrance of your awaiting cunt. He pushed his finger in slowly letting you adjust before pushing in deeper.

Neteyam worked his finger slowly in and out of you letting you warm up to the feeling before adding another finger. Thrusting his fingers a little faster drawing soft moans from you as he watched your chest heave up and down as you grew slicker, your walls squeezing his fingers greedily.

“Look at you... squeezing my fingers.. your pussy is begging for me, baby.” He praised quietly.

You whimpered quietly gripping onto the sheets. “Feels good.. need more.” You whined out, your hips moving against his fingers adding to the pleasure. Neteyam watched you as you rode his fingers, the sight of your face screwed up in pleasure made his cock twitch, he groaned a little before pulling his fingers free from your warmth.

He pushed his boxers down, freeing his hard cock from its restraints. Leaning down once more he slid your shirt up so he could place soft kissing along your stomach. Kissing his way up to your breast, up to your neck, your moans were soft and breathless like music to his ears. “Sound so pretty when you moan for me.” His mumbled against the skin of your neck, his length rubbing against your entrance coating itself in your slick.

You hummed softly eyes closed as you moved your hands up against his arms slowly gliding them up to wrap around his neck. Pulling his body flush against you as he continued to rock his hips before finally pushing his full length inside of you. The feeling of him filling you was unlike anything you’d felt before, and for a moment you forgot how to breathe.

Your nails dug into his back as he began moving in and out of your slowly, soft kissing pressed against your neck only adding to the pleasure you felt.

Neteyams thrusts were hard but soft, each one hitting you in all the right places. You felt every inch of him going deeper hitting the entrance of your cervix, but all you could do was moan from the please. He wasn’t rough he took his time kissing and touching your body, loving your body in a way you desperately needed and deserved.

“Such a good girl.. taking me.. letting me treat you like a princess..” his hand slipped between your body, thumb pressing down on your clit, drawing a loud sob from you. Your legs were trembling as they wrapped around his waist, entrapping him. He whimpered as he went deeper feeling your walls squeeze him. “Fuck.. you’ll make me cum inside you..”

Your arms only tighten around his neck as your moans grow louder, Neteyam pulled away to look over your face. His eyes showed brightly with love as he watched you, her moved his free hand to your face, rubbing your cheek gently before gripping your chin.

“Look at me pretty girl.. wanna fill you up while I.. stare into your eyes... I want you to see how much I crave you... how much I need you.” His voice was deep and full of raw emotion as he spoke to you. His words had you losing air, opening your eyes to look at his. You went to speak but you couldn’t, your voice got caught in your throat as the pleasure consumed you. “That’s it.. let go with me..” he praised his thrust keeping their steady pace as he brought you both to your orgasms.

He thrust slowly working you both through riding out the highs of pleasure, you both never looked away from one another. Letting the moment sink in, surrounding you both in a blanket of love. You were his and he was yours, just as it was meant to be.

Tags: @cinetrix @otasia @blueslxt-primary @tiredmamaissy @oceanstar19 @pandoraslxna @kxamtxomawteyam @avatar4life @iwanttogohomeandtakeanap @ghostreadersthings @lauratstrange @manumanulau @shit-i-say-shit-i-think @leelumenaura

[seriesxwriting]

Will you be my girlfriend

W Rafe Cameron 💗

Series- outer banks

Warnings- kissing, swearing, mentions of drugs. (Weed)

Summary- rafe finds out you have a secret talent. He helps you build up your confidence so you can sing on stage. And he helps you realise your feelings for him too.

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The school corridors where empty, id forgotten my books and returned to school after hours but no one was there. enjoyed it like this, the busy halls and the endless noise was so distracting it made my head spin.

My eyes side glanced to the school talent show poster on the wall. I loved to sing it was my only talent, it was a hidden one because I was so shy but a talent it was. My fingers uncontrollably dragged from the poster to the theatre room door pushing it roughly open. The lights where already on so I swiftly made my way towards the stage.

All the black theatre seats where empty that's the only way I had confidence. I put my books Id picked up on the side of the stage and pulled my self up instead of using the stairs two steps away. It was my dream to be up here, to sing for people instead of just when the house was empty or when the beach was deserted. There was a piano on the side of the stage. I side eyed it determining if I should play or not. So I sat down examining it.

Shyly I pressed down on one key of the piano and the sound travelled to even the remote corners of the massive room. All the lessons came back to me and I started to play.

And sang.

At the top of my lungs I started to sing the first song that came to my head that I knew i could play. 'Perfect duet' by Beyoncé and Ed Sheeran. Beyoncé's voice was angelic and she was my idol, to one day meet her, sing with her.

"Bare foot on the grass, listening to our favourite song.. when you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath... but you heard it.. darling you look perfect tonight!"

I ran all the way through the song singing of my own accord, enjoying every second of being up here facing the fake people out there. My eyes had been closed or looking down at the piano the whole song but they snapped open when applause rose from the seats.

Was I going crazy?

No. There really was an audience. My eyes grew wide in alarm as I saw Rafe sitting in the back row nodding his head as if he was impressed with me. I felt myself go red and ducked behind the piano in a panic. "What are you doing" he projected his laugh. "What am I doing? What are you doing- in here no in school" i corrected peeping from the side.

He was walking down the aisle now towards the stage. Towards me. "I was coming from the toilets when I heard the piano intro" Rafe told me not taking away his eye contact. "And" "and I had a look, I saw you and couldn't stop listening"

I gulped with worry as rafe leaned over on the stage smiling at me. "Why where you in the toilets" | questioned, it was late why would rafe Cameron stay at school to this hour. "Detention and the toilets is the only place I can vape" he shrugged with a grin. Of course he was vaping instead of doing his detention.

But here he stood, smiling at me and applauding me.

"Was it- flat? off key?" I stuttered still embarrassed he'd heard it. "No- y/n no, it was fucking angelic" he shook his head firmly. 'Angelic' that's how I described Beyonce, he didn't know what that complement meant to me. But I didn't know what to say or how to show appreciation to Rafe Cameron.

He could tell too, but just smiled "you know I remember when you had to ditch me at 6:00 every Friday for your piano lessons" he giggled to himself. His shiny brown hair flopped over his eyes as he did and Rafe brushed it away "yeah well I remember when my parents grounded me because you stayed for one of my piano lessons and kept making me laugh" my face smiled at him, at the memories of him and our old friendship.

We used to be really close rafe and I. And then one day a couple months ago one of rafes friends told me that he was chatting shit about me. A girl called Lana. From then on I ignored him. It took a few weeks but then rafe started understanding that I wasn’t interested in being friends with him anymore. He stopped saying hi to me in the corridors. He stopped sitting next to me, waving at me across campus. He stopped snapping me and sending me TikTok‘s. He stopped FaceTiming me at three am. we haven’t spoken in months.

"Yeah I remember that too" he nodded but his eyes slimmed "tell me something" he patted the stage and dipped his head in that direction. Shit he wanted me to go over. Pros and cons I thought to myself but his eyes burned into me. Slowly I got up closing the piano and clutching the sleeves of the jumper.

"What do you want to know Cameron" | tilted my head taking a seat and dangling my legs off the stage. "How it's possible l've known you for twelve years and I never knew you could sing like that” "like what" I answered fast, he looked up at me his ocean eyes like the sea it's self. Beautiful, yet dangerous. They where so sublime. He was so sublime.

"Anyone teach you that?" He wondered shuffling closer. "No" "your talented y/n why don't you do something with it- um.." Rafe though deeply before he had an epiphany "the school talent show huh, start off small win it and get big" "Rafe stop" | laughed at him shaking my head vigorously.

"No" I told him straight up with one shrug of my shoulders. "Why" rafe answered quickly following my negative response. "I can't sing in front of anyone so be obscured" "wasting your beautiful voice, beautiful" it took me a second to understand he'd just called me beautiful as well as my voice. "I can't just magically whip up confidence" i stated brushed past the compliment.

Rafe looked up while his brows slammed in the opposite direction. “No but I can teach you” “your going to- teach me how to be confident” I giggled behind my hand. “Ah! Don’t laugh until you’ve tried it come on” he nodded his head. “Where are we going?” I asked not moving a muscle. “Back to mine so we can practice” “I’m not going back to your house rafe” “why not? We haven’t hung out in ages”

“Yeah, there’s a reason for that” I bit my lip looking anywhere but at him. “well- what is it” Rafe asked me with an eyebrow raised. “Just leave it alone Rafe” I got up off the stage and picked up my books. When I turned around I almost knocked into rafe he was so close to me. “You can keep ignoring me if you want but at least tell me why your doing it” “you don’t really deserve that much rafe” “that much?” He laughed out loud. “You told me nothing I don’t even know why you don’t like me”

“Fine Rafe I’ll come back to yours if you drop this” I raised my eyebrows firmly. He sighed at my ultimatum “I’ll get what I’m given i guess” he reached out to take some books off me and he carried them to his car. We both got in and Rafe drove us to his house. Ward opened the door and when seeing me his eyes widened, he looked at rafe and then back at me before inviting me in and welcoming me.

Me and Rafe went up to his room and he got out a note pad with a smug smile. “What on earth is that for” “I’m going to write down some tasks to build your confidence and you have to do them” he told me jumping onto the bed and propping himself up on his elbows. “Depends what they are” I squinted my eyes at him. Rafe spent a good ten minutes thinking and scribbling down his thoughts before passing me the note pad.

Task one: go to the shop and ask for a pregnancy test

Task two: ask Sarah for a tampon

Task three: tell someone you don’t like their outfit

Task four: spill water over someone

Task five: accept a complement of someone

Task six: sing in front of two people

Task seven: finally correct mrs kinda on how to say your name correctly

Task eight: go to a restaurant high

Task nine: go to the till and tell them you don’t have enough money

“Rafe these are just embarrassing things you want to see me do” I rolled my eyes throwing the pad back at him. “Trust me it will build up your confidence- once you’ve felt embarrassed about something you will get over it” Rafe smirked at my immediate reaction.

Sarah knocked on the door and rafe called her in. “Rafe have you seen my AirPods?” She asked walking in. “Nope, sorry” he shrugged and then widened his eyes at me to complete the task. I looked at Sarah and she looked at me. “Y/n? How have you been Rafe told me you weren’t talking anymore” “I’ve been good- what about you” I stalled until I built up my confidence. “Yeah not bad just busy with school really” she twinkled at me and Rafe sitting on the bed.

“Sarah- before you go um” I called out stuttering “do you uh- have a- tampon i could borrow- not borrow but like- have” I asked really quietly and awkwardly. “Yeah of course girl, I’ll bring you one” she nodded bolting off. Rafe put his face into the covers to laugh at how red I’d gone. “It’s not that funny” I folded my arms. “Do you feel better now you’ve done it?” He asked ticking off task two. “Not really” “Then I guess we have to carry on” Rafe grinned.

So me and Rafe left the house so we could continue doing the list. We went to a shop so I could complete task nine, I braught a chocolate bar and the line behind me was so long which made it even more embarrassing when I paid in the 1ps rafe gave me. And I was 3 pence short. The shop keeper let me off probably because I looked like I wanted to melt into the floor. There were some tasks we couldn’t do now but by the time we got back to his house I’d done four tasks.

Rafe drove me home and parked up in my driveway. “Thanks for today” I said Quietly just slightly looking at him. He was so handsome. “It’s been fun, I’ve missed you y/n” “I’m sure” I laughed collecting my stuff up. “I have, why do you paint me out to be the bad guy?” “Because i didn’t do anything wrong” I told him sitting back in the chair. Rafe rolled his eyes now looking at me too. “Neither did I, you were the one who started ignoring me” “like I said, I have my reasons” I opened the door to get out.

“So I’ll pick you up tomorrow? So we can continue the list” “no not in school- we can’t be seen together” I shook my head. “Why not?” Rafe laughed siting back defeated. “I just don’t want your friends to see us together” “my friends? Why” Rafe questioned. “Did they do something to you? Say something?” He reached out to grasp my hand. “It’s what you said Rafe” I pulled away and got out the car. He called my name a few times but I ignored him and went into my house.

It’s sad because I did miss rafe and we did have a good time out today. But I couldn’t bate out Lana especially when she has been kind enough to be honest with me about what Rafe said. He didn’t pick me up in the morning, or speak to me in school. He didn’t even look at me in school. But I carried on with the tasks and I signed myself up for the talent show. Even though I wasn’t sure if I’d show yet, rafes plan was slightly working.

When I got out of school and started my walk home a big black jeep pulled up beside me. “Get in then- no one can see us” Rafe smirked shrugging. “You just won’t give up Cameron” I turned to him with a little smile. “I heard you correcting miss kinder- sounded like you were keeping up with my tasks” Rafe leaned over to the window. “Please get in y/n we really need to talk”

“No we don’t Rafe, I’ve told you I don’t want to talk about it” “but I’m so confused- what did I say that was so bad” he looked upset with me and it was killing me. “I’ll get in but you have to drop it, i don’t want to talk about it” I warned him with my hand on the Handel. “Can I just say…” he stopped me before I got in. “That what ever you’ve heard you can talk to me about it- I’ve never said a bad word about you or- I don’t know your friends or family” rafe explained to me.

“What ever was said- how do you know its true did you hear me say it”. I was about to let it all out, I was about to tell him what happened. His face was so close to mine now, I imagined things that I probably shouldn’t of have in that moment. Rafe made me weak. but then I saw Lana’s name flash up on the screen in his car. I blinked and looked down. Rafe rolled his eyes and declined the call. “Just please get in- I’ll drop it” he sighed pulling away from the door and sitting back in his chair.

“Do you know what” I said turning to him after sitting in silence for a couple minutes. Rafe hummed in response. “It’s time for task eight- but your doing it with me” I inhaled a deep breath of air. “I like that plan” Rafes hand brushed along my thigh as he rested it on there for the rest of the journey home.

Few days later- day of the talent show

Me and Rafe had spent every day together after school rebuilding the friendship up and my confidence too. He ended up adding a few more tasks onto this list to help me out and I really appreciated his help the whole time. He told me he’d be here to watch me and support me the whole night.

I stood backstage listening to the people on stage doing their jokes to the audience. As I did I began to get really nervous. Really really nervous. And scared. My confidence shattered when they called out my name. My palms were sweaty, my eyes were filling up.

“I can’t” I whispered walking backwards shaking my head. “What? Why can’t you go on” “i um…” I put my hand on my chest, it felt tight like I couldn’t get the air to my lungs. “Y/n? Are you okay!” The music teacher ran over to me with her hand on my back. “I’ve got this miss Samson” a familiar voice filled the room and his signature aftershave filled my nose. He stood behind me and I automatically turned around to hug Rafe. “Y/n you have practiced this a million and one times”

“There’s sp many people- Rafe I can’t do this I don’t know what I was thinking you wasted your time” I blurted out as a tear fell down my cheek. I was so disappointed in myself. “Y/n. I am not going to stand here and watch you give up on something you want- you can do this, your beautiful your talented and you are confident” Rafe told me holding my face. I tried focusing on my breathing but i couldn’t when he was so close to me. “Okay” I eventually said.

“Just remember what Shawn Mendes said- just picture everybody naked” Rafe nodded with a little chuckle. “Can’t help yourself can you” I laughed taking a deep breath in and out, picking up the microphone. “Better get back to your seat- thank you rafe” I kissed his cheek. Rafe held his stare at me for a little bit too long to make sense before shaking his head and wishing me luck. I took another deep breath and then walked onto the stage. My whole family were there and so was rafes.

I sat down at the piano. Me and Rafe had planned that I was going to sing the same song that had drawn him in. My fingers pressed down on the piano and I closed my eyes pretending it was just me and Rafe. Pretending I was singing to him.

“We are still kids but we’re so in love, fighting against all odds I know we be alright this time, darling just hold my hand be your girl you’ll be my man and I see my future in your eyes”

As I finished up the last few lines I looked to Rafe in his seat. He had a massive smirk on his face. Almost as if he was proud of me. I was proud of my self actually, but it wouldn’t be possible without Rafe Cameron.

I stopped and listened to the applause after I had finished. I was panting after my performance. But when I finally turned to watch the sea of the crown standing up smiling and congratulating me the only person who stood out was Rafe. He stood up too but he wasn’t clapping, instead he Held up a sign and in big letters he had written.

“Will you be my girlfriend”

I was extremely taken back- it was all too much the noise, everyone watching me, Rafe expecting an answer to a question that i couldn’t. I liked him. I did I really did too much for my own good but after what he said to me I didn’t completely trust him. And I was petrified. I jumped up off the piano and holding my dress I ran off the stage with tears pooling in my eyes yet again. “Y/n!” Rafe called out running after me backstage. “Please wait” he shouted following me.

“Rafe- I don’t know what to say to you right now” I sniffed wiping my eye with my finger. “I- wouldn’t have done it here if I knew this would have been your reaction” he told me sadly “I don’t want to ruin your day but- I feel for you I’ve never felt this before- for anyone” he began telling me. “I thought that maybe- you felt it back too even a tiny bit” he softly asked reaching for my hand. “Rafe my feeling aren’t the problem here- I like you, more than I’ve ever liked anyone” I half laughed.

“But I can’t trust You” “is this about the thing I said?”. I swayed sideways slowly, not knowing what to say. “Why can’t you tell me! What if I can explain it?” “You can’t” i bluntly replied going to turn alway. “Y/n I’m not the giving up type- if I have to hire a PI I will! I will solve this” “You wanna know Rafe” I shook my head chewing on my cheek and pulling my hand away from him. “You we’re chatting shit about me to your friends- you said that I was boring and like talking to a brick wall”

“You said that I was annoying and clingy and that you couldn’t help being fake” I repeated what Lana said to me. Rafes jaw clenched as I kept fireing the truth bombs at him. “Y/n! Stop it” he ordered seriously now. His whole attitude had changed. “What- why are you looking at me like that” “because I never said any of that!” “How do I know your not being fake now” I laughed folding my arms protectively around me. “Because I bet I can guess who fed you then lies” Rafe rolled his eyes clearly ticked off.

I raised my eyebrow smally. “Lana” he put forward. “…maybe she was just being a loyal girl” I told him. “No she was being anything but loyal, she told you that because she is in love with me and I told the group that I had been planning to ask you out!” Rafe blurted out. He said it so fast there wasn’t even enough time to think about lies. “Really?” I whispered with a little bit of a smile. “Before this all happened I liked you! I’ve been head over heals for you for fucking years and-

I pressed my lips against his to stop his rant. Frankly I’d wanted to do this for quite some time now. Even though I had to stand on my tip toes it was still everything I had imagined it would have been. Rafe bent his neck down when he realise what I was going. His hands came to my waist and he pulled out body’s together. When pulling away from the kiss our forehead met. “So? Does that mean you will be my girlfriend” Rafe whispered in the most vulnerable voice I’d ever heard.

“Yes rafe- I’ll be your girlfriend” I giggled kissing his hand and holding it against my face. “I’m sorry for not talking to you- for ignoring you, for acting immature for…” “y/n your forgiven” Rafe laughed shaking his head. “Lana is going to have to be spoken to” Rafe admitted dead seriously. When he pulled away from me I noticed my microphone still strapped to me. I pulled it off and threw it on the floor folding my head in my hands.

“That wasn’t…” “…it was on- they heard everything” my cheeks burnt up red but we both just burst out laughing. Falling into each others embrace.

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