#like literally on a dark road or highway at night it can take ur eyes a few moments to readjust

[tchaikovskaya]

im being extremely serious, something needs to be done about the brightness of car headlights, its an active public safety hazard. and as far as regulatory measures go, this seems like something with a (comparatively) very easy fix....? yeah conservatives will be all "come and take it" about it but they do that with literally fucking everything bc petulant commitment to making a culture war out of any regulation or mandated changes.

its insane that we've all just collectively accepted that its normal and fine that someone driving a standard sized 4 door sedan will be momentarily blinded by the EYE-LEVEL blue-white LED headlights on the latest model of the suburbitank Pedestrian Pulverizer 3000 or whatever the fuck

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Captivity [Teaser!]

Word Count;; 1.5k [Teaser], 10k+ [Full Fic]

Genre;; Yandere, (eventual) Smut

Pairing;; San x Reader

Summary;; Teaser for a much larger work in progress called Captivity that was a Valentine's Day request (College stalker/kidnapper Yandere!! San for ur Valentine’s Day requests?? (Smutty pls) tyty💜💜) and was the basis for San's yandere profile.

Warnings;; Yandere! Right off the bat!

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Notes;; Day Four of the Halloween 2k20 Prompts!

My Masterlist

   "We could run away together."

   What had started out as a college prank had become your worst nightmare. How it had escalated from a joke to an all-out kidnapping with a side of aggravated assault baffled you. You suspected, however, that it was never just a simple prank. In fact, you suspected the "masterminds" behind it had every intention of kidnapping you from the get-go.

   While they had tried to keep their identities hidden, you had a strong feeling you knew your assailants. There were only so many idiots that would try something like this. To your surprise, they were pulling it off rather well. They must have studied for once in their pitiful lives… or they had help, which was much more likely.

   Some were weaker in personality than the others and just went along with it because they didn't know what else to do. Then there were the leaders, the ones that had planned this from the beginning. There were three that you knew of that had taken charge, with six scared pathetic losers that did their dirty work, bringing it to a total of nine idiots holding you hostage God knows where.

   And then there was him.

   He had avoided you at first, uncomfortable with the prank but going along with his fraternity brothers all the same. Once it became clear that this wasn't a simple joke, he started visiting you with extra food and clean water. Once the demand for money was declared and their ransom demands sent to your parents, he lingered outside the miniature holding cell that you had now occupied for an extended period of time, keeping you company with his silent presence. He guarded you every night and limited the need for the others to come around by handling every aspect of your care.

   The others… they all underestimated you. It had taken just three days to identify each and every last one of the fuckers, but you humoured them and pretended to be clueless, pretended to be helpless and vulnerable and stupid because you knew it would lower their defenses. You knew they would fuck up and when they did, you'd escape this shithole once and for all. Within the first few days of your imprisonment you had come up with a plan - you just had to wait for the opportune moment to strike.

   He, however, was being careful. He wouldn't talk, not willing to risk you recognising him. He wouldn't even look you in the eye when you rambled at him for hours. Loneliness had hit within the first week. Any form of socialisation had to be enough so you latched onto him. It didn't take much for you to delude yourself into believing this captor wasn't as bad as the rest, that this one was on your side. The more you found comfort in his looming silence, the closer you felt isolation's teeth nipping on your heel.

   It was never enough. You needed more. You needed words and expressions and warmth but he refused to provide them. Cautious of your ever churning brain and wary of your vigilant gaze, he kept himself hidden behind a mask both literal and figurative.

   But even with all his precautions, there was a strong sense of familiarity to him. You knew this man, this much you were certain of. Considering the amount of effort he put into remaining anonymous, he had to be someone you knew well, perhaps even someone you cared about. This simple fact alone wounded you graver than any of the physical assaults from the others ever could.

   Even with all his secrecy, you felt close to him. You felt safe with him. Everyday he provided for you and every night he stood guard over you. The others dwindled away and soon all that was left was him. There was some comfort, though small, that you could squeeze out of that first visit of the day, the one he made every morning when he brought in your scraps for the day. Dim light engulfed him from behind and, in those bleary seconds as you first awoke, you imagined him to be your saviour.

   Then one day he walked into your cell and you felt your world shatter in front of your eyes.

   It had been eight days.

   Eight endless days and seven restless nights.

   Eight days spent in this small room that reeked of stagnant water, rusted metal, and rotting wood.

   Eight days of brainstorming and scheming, of creating elaborate and fantastical plans for every type of situation and possibility.

   Eight days of threats, degradation, and abuse.

   Eight days of torture.

   Eight fucking days of surviving and now you were slated to die in this pisshole.

   No longer did he try to hide his identity - there was no longer any reason to. It didn't matter if you saw their faces, if you saw his face. You had reached the zenith of your hopes and it was time to come back down to reality. Plummeting from the safety of your imagination, you fell through dark clouds filled with all the ominous signs and obvious warnings. Further and further you fell until you could see the cold, hard earth and all its truths.

   There would be no ransom from your parents, not when they were facing bankruptcy. There would be no stealthy escape on your part, not if you hadn't managed it thus far. There would be no tearful confessions from your classmates where they begged for forgiveness and leniency, claiming it was all just a game gone wrong. There would only be more and more darkness and despair until it consumed you whole and there was nothing left at all, not even your thoughts.

   It was the end of the line on this highway straight into the bowels of hell and you had arrived at your stop. It was the end of the road and all you had was your broken spirit, exhausted mind, and bruised body. Your room was no longer a prison but a death chamber. They were going to kill you in this shithole of a room with no windows and no light and no fucking fresh air and the bearer of your fate was none other than San.

   Game over.

   "So it was you. This whole fucking time it was you."

   "It's not what you think."

   "What else can it fucking be, San?"

   You spat the words out like venom. He winced at your outburst, going so far as to take a step back. The surprised hurt that graced his features sickened you. If anyone should be upset here, it was you. San had been your friend for the past two years of your university life, acting as both a study buddy and a confidante, and yet here he stood before you as your tenth kidnapper.

   "We'll talk more once you've calmed down."

   "Fuck you, San! Once I've calmed d-? Where are you going, you fucking cunt! Don't you dare fucking walk out on me, you piece of shit! You owe me more than this!"

   His expression soured as he turned on his heels, fingers interlocking around the door's handle. If there was ever a chance to escape it was now but all you had on your mind was unloading your frustrations and fears and anger onto him with both your words and your fists.

   You tried to stand but your legs buckled under you. You'd gone too long without the proper necessities. You needed more food, you needed space to move, you needed medical treatment for the wounds inflicted upon you during those first few rough days. Pain jolted through your body every time you moved, every time you breathed.

   Collapsing to the floor, your tears moistened the gritty tiles as you reached for him. He stopped but didn't face you, his back to you serving as a barrier. Light from the hall illuminated his figure, creating a halo around his smooth edges. Like a statue he didn't move a single inch, not even when your fingers brushed against the fabric of his pant leg. From your position on the cold ground, he seemed to tower over you. He felt unreachable, so far above it made you dizzy just to look up at him.

   "I'm not getting out of here, am I?" You cried, forcing the words out around your broken sobs. Your exertions were catching up to you and you were starting to feel heavy. It was only a matter of time before your body gave up.

   "No."

   "I hate you, Choi San."

   The last thing you heard before your unconscious won the one-sided battle for control was the lock of the door.

[dulcetminds]

some (concept) playlists

find my spotify here ✨ & my fandom character/ship playlists

this page is updated monthly!!!!

💫 monthly, yearly & get to know me playlists:

 monthly mixtape: updated daily and refreshed every month with no correlation to anything what so ever.

twentytwenty: a song for each day of the year

the soundtrack to my life

my favourites

pass the aux cord, fool: car vibes

🍾🌉 playlists based off cliché concepts:

coming of age indie romcom soundtrack: cigeratte burns on film, a first kiss that tastes like beer and chapstick, and laughter falling on train tracks

not another coming of age soundtrack: red party cups and the never-ending feeling of nostalgia

Mother Nature reclaims: a soft apocalypse mix

tragedy in the dark: set in the 90's, you're driving at night on the highway, passing under street signs and street lights that illuminate your lovers tired face as they trace circles on your thigh

rise up!: (a futuristic teenage rebellion playlist) you live in a world full of holograms and plastic food, the government is corrupt and somewhere out there is a bunch of rebels that are fighting back

an angels kiss in spring: it’s the roaring 40′s and you hit the town in bold red lipstick, curled hair, flared dresses & traditional swing

a wispy field of sunshine: there's something alluring about falling in love under the sun, sipping on raspberry lemonade & kissing someone who tastes like chapstick

the air is fresh out here: i am lost beneath the earth; dirt and moss fill my lungs and i cough up ivy and rose petals as the trees whisper my name so soft, it gets caught in the wing of a butterfly floating by

3am dancing with my lover: fairylights are hung low around the kitchen, my lover has tired eyes full of wonder and we trip over our own two feet, laughter pumping our hearts alive

the last dancers at midnight: my prom could have been better so we're gonna visualise it like a teen romance movie; tired feet, starry eyes & a tender kiss under the disco ball in your high-schools' hall

even my phone misses your call: 'hey, this is [redacted] please leave your message after the beep!' 

you’re so nice to come home to: finally moving into a small apartment with your lover; succulents adorn the windowsills and you both have a love for vintage polaroids and dream catchers — a dreamers dream

I've been in love with you forever: best friends that live next door to each other & know one another like the back of their hand, connected windows, rooftop talks, sleepovers, & everything that comes along with we're best friends & i don't want that to change but i am definitely in love with you

found you in this life: my mother once told me that some of the people we meet in this life, we knew in a past life and it’s up to us to decide where it goes from here

raspberry stains: spring flings includes squashing raspberries between finger & thumb, and dancing under the sun

rollerskating disco rink fever: we're twelve years young & there's a disco ball highlighting our hair as we dance the night away & i'm pretty sure we've happened to scuff the linoleum floor

endless summer afternoon: hopping from shadow to shadow, blisters on our feet; summer, summer, summer!

summer ate me alive: and I want nothing more than to sleep through the next three seasons

ragtag band of misfits from the year ‘87: group of four trying to solve the murder mystery of their late best friend / everyone’s hiding something / he might be in love with the boy he’s known since childhood

[our hands are brushing against each other as we walk]: i want to slow dance with you in the middle of the street

hey, new kid!: its highschool and life is full of rumours and giggling girls & boys with sharp teeth and then english class rolls around ━━ and did the principal just introduce a new student?

🧚🏻‍♀️ specific concept playlists (mostly based on moments and emotions that I've experienced & can’t get over):

head’s a buzz!: stoned out of my mind, I'm pretty sure I met the girl of my dreams last night

 I should be sleeping: but i am walking aimlessly under street lights trying to forget your face, your taste, your voice; with vodka stained cheeks and chipped nail polish

pity party for two: the sudden realisation that the future is scary and we're two lost souls stuck in love with people who helped us grow

we’re under the same stars: It’s talking under the stars till the sun breaks through the trees with him, who makes your stomach ache full of laughter and although the wind is cold against your skin and the sleeping bag is thin, he burns just as brightly as the stars in the night sky, and you want to exist between 3 and 4am forever.

I fell in love for one night: he kissed my shoulder & held me tight

moments left unsaid: I love every part of you when it’s loud, when it’s silent, when you don’t know it at all (basically falling in love with your friends in the moment over the smallest of things like the way they dip their head back to laugh or hide their smile behind their hand or when they slow down waiting for you to catch up or pull you aside to ask if you’re doing okay, etc)

angel in disguise: can angels fall in love?

skate park shenanigans: I spent a the hours 8-11pm at a skatepark with my friends and we don’t even skate but this is the specific energy those hours gave off

you’re dreaming beside me: & I’m dreaming of you

how to be soft, sad & content at 4pm

I wish we could live forever: knowing someone you love is gonna die is the one of the hardest things you’re ever gonna witness

remember when we were in love?: 2015: yellow. open roads. a boy. a girl. my house. high school musical. clouds. stars. a pillow. sunflowers. beauty and the beast. skype calls. a bear. / 2017: a girl. blue, blue, blue. / 2019: a girl. a boy. picnics. skateboards. burgers. your house. an empty promise.

the pretty reckless: my friends fall in love too easily

the ceiling is staring back at me: it’s 1am and I'm thinking about everything and anything

me against the world, vol. 1

me & my apathetic brain: basically Russian roulette with I’ll die anyway by girl in red & just a girl by no doubt

🏳️‍🌈🌈 lgbt+ playlists:

this is for the gays!: for pride month 2019, gay bops to rock your socks to

all I see is her: girls r great!

we should fall in love or something: just kidding... haha... unless?

I don’t wanna b ur friend, I wanna kiss ur neck: yeah, it’s based off I wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red & also my ex but we’re gonna take the former

please look at me the same!: my bisexual teen angst

🦋🏹 ‘old groovy, 70′s, 80′s, 90′s etc music’ playlists:

butterfly dust: old time music that goes together

groovy, groovy: 70′s, 80′s, 90′s

lovestrucklovestruck: nothing goes wrong when you live in your head

she’s gold dipped & cherry wine kisses

funky glow

🥁🍒 genre specific playlists:

metamorphic: rock n roll

devils advocate: it’s like white noise before you enter hell (mostly ghostemane)

you’re not indie till: you skate, own a pair of hot converses, have good fashion taste, drink ice coffee and and and

monsters live amongst us: hiding in plain sight, the people we call our friends / a horror pop playlist

hazy affection: anxiety reducing songs and study beats

softly, sweetly: relax your eyes & dream of simpler times

bubblegum pop: the radio is overrated but here we are

glazed eyes, cherry skies

darkness looms overhead

magic under fingernails / under veins

state of mind: kinda like rap but not, definitely an easy listen to while stoned

moon rockets: fly me to outer space where we’ll become another star in the night sky.

dream & folk pop

my dreams reach the stars: my mind is far away from here / starry-eyed and captivated

local neighbourhood party: songs I'd bang my head to at a party

heavenly hymns

fluorescent heartbeats

take me away, into the night

if you see me listening to this, look away: literally Disney musicals mainly Disney’s descendants & zombies

autumnal breeze: a mix of bedroom pop & 80′s tunes

blueberry feelings: is this soundlcoud or tiktok?

untamed glory: the songs dont vibe together as well as they should but i guess thats ironic given the name of this mixtape

all strung up: my favourite female pop songs & then there's sunflower, vol. 6 by harry styles

candyfloss kisses: baby pop

and that’s on tiktok luv: literally what it says

candle lit afternoons: candles + rain = a gentle quiet in it’s purest form

tenderness: soft, quiet, yielding; murmurs at dusk & the playing of hair

my bed is the warmest place: for rainy days & the chill in your nose

🚀🍁🍓 playlists to listen to when your doing this specific thing:

classic picnic bitch: (cute songs that give me picnic vibes) and we bond over a pack of UNO cards and strawberry-filled desserts

beach bums, baby!: a beach-y playlist

hotboxing ur friends car: get high w/ me!

🥺💫🌞🌻🤩🐝 playlists to grow & fall in love with yourself to:

falling in love w/ myself !!!!!: I'm still learning how I work

then I defy you, stars!

seventeen: I made this when I was seventeen and getting over my first heartbreak and realising that I should never wait for people who can only give half back

no negative vibes here!

💌💖 my romance / love centred playlists:

dancing in my room to the sound of you, you, you (middle school crush vibes)

love cluster: and i guess there are lot of love songs out there but there are also a lot of songs that aren't about love that got me feeling like i'm in love so which is it

lovelorn: (a unrequited love playlist) and we yearn for the hearts we cannot hold; lovelorn, lovelorn, lovelorn

our love has gone cold: I love & I loved

whimsical lovers falling out of love

baby boy blues: fell in love for a day with a boy whose smile is contagious and ever-lasting

you gave me panic attacks & I called it love: unsure if you’re in an unhealthy relationship? leave them.

regret in the simplest of forms: I could have loved you / I think a small part of me did

my favourite ‘what if’: soulmates who weren’t meant to be

seeking love among cruel hearts: perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. but then perhaps this is what lovers are.

it’s a long way down from your window: everyone’s favourite secret relationship trope

heartbreak hotel

i’m yearning for his heart while he gives me his body: I love you, don’t you love me too?

make out w/ me?: songs I'd kill to make out with someone too

miss you forever: sad pop love letter

I liked you better in my dreams: the idea of them has taken root in your mind and it’s much different to how they really are

little bit in love with u: alterous attraction? we KNOW her

drowsy cacophony of love

tracing you back to the roots of my house: I'm sifting through the memories of us, where did we go wrong?

love; a choice or a feeling?: and it is both I suppose, it is a feeling, it’s happiness and soft giggles, faint blush. and then it is a choice, a choice to stay with them or leave. it is a choice to not only love them, but yourself too.

tenderly, tragically: this used to be a collab playlist with someone who loved me fully and unconditionally, things have changed since, but this is whats left; it's our story compiled into a playlist

second chance at love: you make me hard, but she makes me weak

lonely in love: (it was supposed to be just casual sex but fuck, I think I'm in love with you)

silent lovers: skinny love (n.) a type of love where two people are in love with each other but are too shy to admit it

my first love: they say your first love never dies, and love, they’re right

my lover is a liar: victim to broken promises and false truths by a boy who died when he gave me his heart

love locket type of love: I loved you in secret !!

the charms of love: don’t fall in love with the moment & think your in love with the girl! (yes, she’s american by the 1975 lyrics)

almost lovers

💸💄💅🏻⛓ playlists that give off bad bitch energy:

rich girl$: my cash flow will never ever end

kiss the boys n make em die!: femme fatale, girl revolution, girl power

GIRLS. FOOD. GEAR: loosely inspired by people by the 1975

girl, interrupted

you’re like a rhinestone pick-up line: picture this — a girl with a hard attitude that you can’t just seem to get off your mind

back on my bullshit: just got my heartbroken; revamped!

👻👽 my halloween inspired playlists:

hallohalloween: basic halloween playlist

 the fae know my name: humans beware the manic pixies & lip curling fae for although they don't lie they are cunning creatures with kind eyes!

frothy vampire chick meets soft green witch: red fanged lover & a green house full of potions, spells & succulents

sirens lament: sharp teeth hidden under a pretty face

murder at the casino: (in breaking news: monster hunters just cant seem to catch a break!)

the howling

witchy renaissance

fuckin vampires, man!

🥀 if I were series (playlists that only feature one artist based off something specific):

if I were to dance in a faerie ring to hozier songs: maybe I want to fall in love with a faerie and be under Hozier’s rule

if I were to live my teenage years to Lorde songs

if I were to get high by the beach to skeggs songs: BIG greening out energy

 if I were to fall in love to tom rosenthal songs: tom rosenthal songs that make me feel like I'm in love!!

if I were to reminisce about heartbreak to LANY songs:

Hogwarts Houses:

🌻 Hufflepuff

🥊 Gryffindor

🐍 Slytherin

📘 Ravenclaw

[ohfrickfanfic]

Alone Time

Anon request: Hey girl<3 love ur fics, I was wondering if you could do one where female reader is on the road with Tyler and josh as a photographer and they are in a van because haven't really taken off yet and someway or another they get some time alone for the first time in forever and do it in the van. Please no daddy kinks or blood play thank you so much xxx

Warnings/Tags: None fairly fluffy and vanilla

"I'm gonna miss you so much, but I'm so proud of you and Josh." You say siting on the edge of the open trailer attached to the van; swinging your legs as the boys pack; about to embark on their first series of shows and music festivals since the departure of Nick and Chris, and the addition of Josh to the now two-piece band. You and Tyler have been dating for about a year and things have started to get pretty serious lately; even loosing your virginity to each other. You really hope the two of you can  keep your relationship alive despite the distance.

"I have a feeling you're not gonna miss me all that much." Tyler says with a curious looking smile.

"Are you crazy? Of course I'm gonna miss you Tyler I love you!"  You respond puzzled as to why he thinks you wouldn't miss him.

"Well it's just that me and Josh were talking and we know you love photography and we really need a photographer for the road so we were hoping you would come on this journey with us and be our photographer, that way you'd never have to miss me." He smiles.

"Tyler, I would love to ,really I would but I don't think my little crop sensor DSLR camera that I just use just as a  hobby is going to be able to do any justice. I don't even own a wide enough lens and I don't think my cameras ISO capabilities are high enough for how dark some of the venues might be."

"I was afraid you would say that which is why..." He trails off reaching into the the trailer and pulling out a brown box and handing it to you. "I know you're Birthday isn't until next month but..go ahead, open it."  He says excitedly.

You open the box to find a full frame sensor camera, and a wide angle lens. "Tyler!" You gasp. "Thank you so much, but really you shouldn't have, you and Josh are barely making money from this yet, you  should have saved your money and put it towards new equipment or something.

"No baby I wanted you to have it.  It's not brand new or anything but the guy at the used camera shop said this is perfect to get you started photographing shows and what not. Josh chipped in too; we really want you to come with us but it's yours to keep regardless of your decision." Tyler says just as Josh returns from the house with another box of equipment.

"Oh you gave it to her? What'd she say?" Josh asks sweaty and out of breath as he loads the box into the trailer.

"So what do you say? We can't pay you or anything yet, but I know we'll be able to one day, but for now I  can pay for your food and stuff on the road." Tyler looks to you for an answer.

"Yes of course! Thank you! You guys don't have to pay me the camera is more than enough." You place the camera box down to your left and hop down from the trailers edge pulling both boys in for a hug. "Eww Josh you're all sweaty." You tease.

"Yeah, well why don't you guys quit the cute stuff and get back to helping. He jokingly pushes you both towards the house.  

"I'm so happy your coming with us. We're gonna spend so much time together. Tyler slips his hand in yours as you make your way back to the house for more equipment.

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Tyler's words were  naive a best; sure you spend a lot of time together; a lot of time between shooting pictures helping to lug  Tyler's heavy ass piano up and down venue stairs, a lot of time sleeping in a cramped van next to each other but never with each other and only for a span of four hours here and there if you're  lucky, and more notably a lot of time with Josh. It's not that you have anything against Josh; you love Josh, he's such a good friend to Tyler and to you as well and he makes for great company but any rare alone time you and Tyler would be able to have is instantly deterred by Josh's presence, and the lack of intimacy is taking a toll on both of you.  Having recently lost your virginity to each other, your want for each other is almost constant, no matter how busy or tired you both are but all you can manage is a few sporadic heavy make-out sessions whenever Josh is out of eye shot for more than a few minutes, whether it's when he stops to use the bathroom, or decides the taco bell drive through line is too long and goes inside to order.

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Tonight's a successful night;  the boys are finally starting to have more and more people attending shows and tonight has been by far the most yet.  It's not a ton, but it's definitely a lot  more than the twelve people that attended the first show outside their hometown,  at the Park Ridge VFW in Illinois. You snap picture after picture of the performance; you've never seen the boys, especially Tyler, look so proud. After the show it's back to lugging equipment into the trailer and time to head back on the road to the next show. It's Josh's turn to drive; you and Tyler laying in the back with nothing more than a quick kiss goodnight before falling asleep.

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A few hours later you're woken up by the sudden sputtering of the van, and look out the window to see you've come to a stop in a rest area off the side of the highway.

"Please don't tell me the van just broke down." Tyler says sleepily, rubbing at his eyes.

"No, sorry man, ran out of gas." Josh says. " I thought we had enough to make it to the next gas station, it's only a half mile away, the exit is literally right there." He huffs, clearly frustrated and slightly embarrassed by his miscalculation. "You guys stay here and rest I'm just gonna walk to the gas station and fill up a gas can I'll be right back."  He says as he exits the van.

"I've never been more happy to run out of gas in my life." Tyler says as soon as the van door closes.

"Tyler why would you be happy to run out of gas." You ask completely puzzled by his words.

"Because now I get to do this.."  He says moving to straddle you, placing soft wet kisses along your neck.

"Mmmm Tyler!"  You moan, knowing your desperate need for intimacy is finally about to be fulfilled. Tyler helps you rid yourself of your shirt tugging it over your head and begins kissing down your bare chest; stopping only to tongue at each nipple before moving lower, fumbling with  the button of your black skinny jeans as his lips ghost over the  flesh below your navel.

"Tyler...Tyler..Stop!" You whine as you squirm under his touch.

"What's wrong baby?" He asks barely lifting his mouth away from the surface of your skin.

"Nothing, it's just that we don't have much time, and as much as I miss feeling that tongue of yours..." You pause to drag a finger lightly over his lips. "I miss something else much more." You tease brushing your leg up against his denim covered bulge.  He groans in agreement and you quickly undress each other; completely unfazed by the light sheen of sweat beginning to pool on your bodies without the air conditioner running in the late summer heat.

"God I've missed this so much." He breathes into your neck as he pushes into you. "Mmmmmm feels like you have too; so wet for me baby."   He mutters against your flesh, kissing up your neck and connecting your lips.

"You have no idea how m-much." You moan into the kiss, running your fingers through his fluffy brown hair, tugging lightly; some pieces stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat, as he slowly  thrusts.

"Uhhh you feel so good." He pants, arching his head back slightly; you seize the opportunity you kiss him gently right below his ear where you know he likes, he closes his eyes humming lowly in response and driving his hips harder into you.

"Fuck, Ty...Yes...so good."  You whine wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper. He grunts loudly, hooking one hand around your leg, pulling it from around himself and placing it over his shoulder, hitting your spot from a whole new angle.  "Oh shit Ty, right there, don't stop."

"Mmmmm you like that baby?" He grinds into you holding your leg

"God yes....Oh shit I'm gonna cum." You cry out as the pleasure building in your core comes to a peak, Moans of his name falling from your lips as you ride it out. Tyler's thrusts speed up chasing after his own orgasm, finishing just moments after you.  The two of you collapse into  into a sweaty pile, your leg sliding from his shoulder down to his  side.

"I love you so much." He breathes heavily, pushing sweaty locks of hair from your face. "We need to find a way to do this more often, even if it means I gotta kick Josh out of the band." He jokes.

"I love you so much too and I agree" You smile. Just then you hear the gas cap being unscrewed, followed by the glugging noise of gas filling up the tank, and scramble to get dressed. Josh screws the gas cap back on and opens the driver side door just as you both finish slipping  on your shirts; Tyler's pants up but still unbuckled.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here." Josh teases.

"Hey Josh, you wanna sleep now, I'll drive." Tyler tries to change to subject. "I'm kind of awake now."

"I'll bet you are." He laughs. "Sure I'll sleep on the sheets you two just fricked on, no problem." He chuckles as the two boys lazily switch spots, climbing over the seats in the van. "I swear there better not be a wet spot." He jokes, settling in to the makeshift bed.

"No promises." Tyler laughs throwing his arm around the seat preparing to reverse out of the spot in the rest area.

"You know if you guys ever want  ummm.. alone time, you can just tell me to get lost or something, well not lost-lost but you know what I mean." Josh says mildly embarrassed.

"Yeah we already decided, we're just gonna kick you out of the band." Tyler's perfect laughter fills the van.

"Not cool." Josh playfully pouts.

"Hey Babe, you still wanna sleep some, or you wanna come up here and keep me company." Tyler asks. As tired as you are his warm smile lures you to the the passenger seat and you climb over in the same manor the boys did. Tyler rests his hand on your leg as he drives.

About twenty minutes out, you hit heavy traffic from what appears to be an accident up ahead.

"Any ideas on what we could do to kill time while we're stuck in traffic." Tyler jokes, loud enough for Josh to hear. Josh groans half asleep in protest to Tyler's innuendo.

"Hey you wanna see some of the shots I've gotten so far." You ask Tyler, pulling out your camera bag from under the passenger seat.

"I'd love to babe, I bet they’re as amazing as you."