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bitehq · 8 months ago

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✕ ⸻ 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄, JONESY DELMONT & REGINA DEWITT...

...but just in case, cait, you have 24 hours to tell us your preferred resting place. nice to see you around, rudy pankow & dewanda wise look-alikes !

⸻ OOC INFO:

cait, 32, she / her, est , none [+ jonesy filling in one of the adopted winchester spots ! ]

⸻ BASIC

rudy pankow. 25. cis man. he / him. ― i see you met JONESY DELMONT, huh? they have been around for… well, it will be 10 YEARS, now. time flies when you are busy and as part of THE HUNTERS, they are. if you want to meet them, they live in B1A2D, i think. people say they are GALLANT + DEXTEROUS, but don’t piss them off, okay? because they can be also RECKLESS + QUIXOTIC, so be safe.

⸻ BACKGROUND

boone delmont was a name well known to the authorities and, if anything, that only further coaxed the chief's rebellious daughter into the dirtbag's bed. was still just a kid himself at 15 years when jonesy was brought into the world.

unfortunately for the junior delmont, his mom passed due to unforeseen complications after giving birth, and so he was left with only his dad and paternal grandmother. considering boone was a deadbeat, on top of being in and out of jail, grandma delmont was the one to raise jonesy through his childhood.

he was a wee bit of a hellraiser, inherited through the delmont bloodline, but was always a gem when it came to his grandmother. life wasn't perfect, but it was good enough for him. until his dad rolled up on his 10th birthday and decided to try to be a parent, dragging jonesy into his chaotic means of living.

a year later, the apocalypse hit and the delmont boys were on the run. jonesy was taught to trick unsuspecting strangers and steal from them. he also witnessed some awful actions from his dad, things he'd rather forget than ever talk about with anyone.

in another scheme cooked up by boone, they wound up in a small group with elizabeth winchester. his plan was to eventually rob them and run, but jonesy grew a liking to the atmosphere and community. it was comforting, secure; something he'd never truly experienced.

so, without a second thought, his dad dipped out in the dead of night after ransacking what he could of some supplies, never to be seen or heard of again. fortunately, elizabeth was kind enough to take jonesy under her wing and look out for him as if he was one of her own.

⸻ HEADCANONS

spitting image of his dad, much to his dismay.

while he can still be a troublemaker and smartass at times, jonesy has very high golden retriever energy. always looking for the silver lining in everything and acting a fool to entertain his fellow survivors (whether they're actually entertained or not).

often daydreams of what it'd be like if the world hadn't gone to shit. he's been fascinated with baseball, ever since he was a little fella, and likes to think he would have gone pro, after college.

thus his preferred choice of weapon is a baseball bat that he used to practice playing ball, wrapped in barbed wire. he tried using an axe before the bat, but after it got stuck in an infected's head, he opted to carry something that wouldn't get him into a similar sticky situation.

for some reason, holds onto his dad's old butane lighter. it ran out of fluid years ago, but jonesy has never been able to bring himself to toss it.

⸻ WANTED CONNECTION

1 ) another young survivor he grew up with closely, did almost everything together as teens, got into harmless trouble more often than not. everyone thought the two were crushing on each other, like puppy love, but they honestly just enjoyed each others' company - no strings attached, no feelings other than platonic. could either have grown apart since then, or still be thick as thieves. 2 ) someone that knew his dad or mom (or both) before he was born/before the apocalypse. if it was his mom they knew, jonesy would be eager to learn all about her, since his dad and grandma never spoke of her to him. if it was his dad they knew, depending on the relationship, he'd be wary/avoidant of them.

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⸻ BASIC

dewanda wise. 40. cis woman. she / her. ― i see you met REGINA DEWITT, huh? they have been around for… well, it will be 3 YEARS, now. time flies when you are busy and as part of THE MILITIA, they are. if you want to meet them, they live in H3B, i think. people say they are INCISIVE + NURTURING, but don’t piss them off, okay? because they can be also SPLENETIC + UNINHIBITED, so be safe.

⸻ BACKGROUND

born an army brat, regina grew up travelling the world. her dad was in the air force, moving their family around from one base to another dependent on where he would be stationed next. while the idea of being able to live in different countries would sound luxurious, it was hard to adjust to at such a young age. by the time she'd develop close bonds with some kids at her school, the dewitts would be moving again, far away.

eventually, she formed an unbreakable bond with a few kids whose parents were also in the force. as teens, they would constantly sneak out to party, dabbling in liquor and weed, and somehow make it back into their beds before the sun broke over the horizon.

she went through all the trials and tribulations of shifting from a teen to a full-fledged adult. through all the experimenting, trying and failing then trying again, learning hard lessons and appreciating the little things, regina found herself.

oddly enough, she partially followed in her dad's footsteps; she got her pilot's license but, rather than join the air force, she opted to giving tours via seaplane. the last tour she did indefinitely sent regina into an early retirement and almost an early death, as one of the tourists took a turn for the worst while they were up in the air and started attacking.

as the apocalypse tore up the world, regina found herself banding together with complete strangers in order to survive. she's seen so much death and loss over the last 12 years, and trust has been given and broken, time and time again -- it's hardened her more than her strict military father ever did.

by the time she made it in with the domus spei, she had very little faith in humanity. it took a while for her to fully open up to the group, but within the last couple years, regina has comfortably embraced the people of their community.

⸻ HEADCANONS

music is her heart and soul. an old crank record player was gifted to her by another survivor, and she's gathered quite the collection of records over the last year, either scavenged by herself or through trading. it's rare for her to not be humming or singing a tune, even on patrol.

as a memento to her late father, regina has a couple of his older patches stitched onto her own aviator jacket. somewhat out of guilt, she thinks it's her duty to carry on his legacy, despite not feeling like she ever has or will live up to it. this is probably the main reason why she trained to join the militia.

tends to be a bit of a pessimist whenever anyone new joins the domus spei, as she still holds a strong distrust for any straggler outside of their community.

would kill or be killed for her closest allies. would not think twice about putting herself in danger to protect those she holds dear. loyalty knows no bounds.

⸻ WANTED CONNECTION

1 ) pseudo nephew/niece ; not really someone she sees as her own kid (she NEVER planned on or even imagined herself having kids), but definitely someone with whom she shares a familia connection and protects without question. bonus points if they call her auntie, which she pretended to hate at first but deep down actually loves. 2 ) regina needs someone she can unwind with, someone she can crack open a super old bottle of whatever alcohol they can get their hands on with, someone to share all the hot community goss with. she needs her person in this cruel, cruel world. 3 ) chip away at her cold, almost dead heart and give my girly some love. something completely unexpected that would catch her off guard, leave her feeling scared/out of her comfort zone. after developing a crush, she'd be doing her darndest to stay away from this person in order to avoid any deeper feelings from developing because how the hell you gonna fall for someone during an apocalypse? she's mad, mostly at herself for letting her guard down, but also a little at this person for somehow managing to break down her walls.

#bite.accepted

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the-cannibal · 2 years ago

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hi!! vincent sinclair, brahms heelshire, and jason voorhees head canons with a gender neutral s/o who likes to wear corsets please? :)

Ooh interesting! I’ve never worn a corset before but they always look so cool!

Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, and Jason Vorhees head canons for a s/o that likes to wear corsets

Gender neutral reader - they/them and you is used

Vincent Sinclair

He loves to help you pick out which corset you wear! He’s practically a pro at matching them with any outfit you have, and he’s very proud of it.

He most definitely would make so much art of you in your corsets. Wax figures, drawings, paintings, everything! One day he found an old Polaroid camera from a victims car and that started him getting into photography! He only ever takes pictures of you, and maybe Jonesy. He likes to hang up the art of you all around the house, but he keeps more… personal ones at his desk ;)

If you needed help lacing and/or tightening your corset he is happy to help!

He would love to rest his hands on your waist as you did whatever you were doing (like cooking for example)

Corsets can be kind of pricy depending on which one you want, so he totally would take any money from victims to help you save up for new corsets. This can kind of irritate Bo… “Goddammit, Vincent! I need that cash to buy some parts!” ‘But they saw a corset they really liked the other day. I’m gonna surprise them with it!’

Overall Vincent is very supportive of you wearing corsets and absolutely loves it!

Brahms Heelshire

He finds you very elegant! I think his mom probably has some stashed away in a closet from when she was younger, and if you’d like to wear them he would gladly let you!

This man is a pro at lacing and tightening corsets. Like he can do it in 60 seconds. How? You have no idea, but please call him a good boy and give him lots of praises afterwards.

He would also make sure you aren’t tightening them too tight. “It’s very important that you feel comfortable while wearing them, Y/n. They aren’t supposed to cause back pain.” “I know, Brahms. I’ve been wearing them for a while now, but thank you.” “…Kiss?” Please kiss him.

Brahms would love to put his hands around your waist as you sit in front of him and play the piano with him.

Your making him his sandwich? Hands around your waist. Your reading him his bedtime story? He is in your side hugging your waist. You are literally just standing still in the middle of a room. Guess what! He’s hugging your waist!

This man also somehow knows how to make corsets. You have no idea who taught him or where he learned it but hey you aren’t complaining!

So Brahms adores your corsets!

Jason Vorhees

This man some how saw that one picture where it’s saying wearing corsets will crush your organs and ribs and blah blah blah… yeah he freaked out.

So for a while you had Jason rapidly signing at you to please throw all of your corsets away.

And when you refused you just all of a sudden felt someone loosening your corset… and you turned around to see big Jason trying to untie it and take it off from you.

Alright time to sit down with the big hunk and explain to him that wearing corsets are totally fine. He’s still very concerned, it’s going to take some time to warming up to them.

But once he does, gosh he notices just how nice his partner looks in them. And oh my gosh they have different colored ones?! AND IN HIS FAVORITE COLOR?!

He makes sure you aren’t tying them too tight, and also that you aren’t wearing them for too long. And he won’t let you sleep in them.

He won’t say, but he would really like to pick them out with you. So the day you come up to him and ask for his opinion he is so supportive and signing off all the things that he likes about them! ‘I really love the blue, it compliments your eyes and hair very nicely! Oh but I also love the red one on you too, red is most definitely your color!’ “Jay it’s been twenty minutes.” ‘And I wanna make sure I make the right choice! Now hold the blue one up again please…’

So yeah he was a bit concerned at first but he warmed up to them and became very supportive!

#slasher x reader #house of wax 2005 #house of wax x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #the boy 2016 #request #cannibals writing requests

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cherry-cola-on-ice · 2 years ago

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They're idiots, your honor

In cosmic sort of way, Lester and you were meant for each other.

@brandnewhuman

Out of all three of the Sinclair brothers, it was shocking how much Lester and you didn't get along.

Bo attempted to be courteous. After all, you've seen the dark side of Ambrose and still choose to stay. You could tell that he didn't quite trust you. But despite that, he treated you moderately decently.

Vincent and you had a symbiotic relationship. You thrived on his quiet nature and he used your loud and boisterous attitude. You'd help him clean up after his... sculpting?

( You honestly tried not to think about what was under the wax)

And in return, Vincent helped you with your chores. Together, Vincent and you were more like siblings than Bo and you.

Definitely, more that Lester and you.

You tried to be civil with him and when that didn't work, you tried to ignore his snarky quips. But one person could only take so much, and soon you were throwing insults back.

But you never really meant them.

If you were totally honest, you kind of had a crush on him.

Maybe a little bit more than a crush.

You weren't in love with him, but everytime you saw him there was a unmistakable pang of something in your heart. Something that you guess a normal person would consider love.

But how could you possibly love someone who treated you like that?

Sitting down on the couch, Jonesy jumping up and settling down next to you, a sigh left your lips.

There was always a limit to the malice. A line both of you refused to cross. You thought you'd be the first to break, the struggle of not letting Lester know how much you loved cared for him finally getting to you.

But he fucked up.

He brought up a "no-no" subject as you do childishly called it.

(Maybe he was right?)

Your 'friends' abandonment. The fact that they judge left you there to die, only for you to be the last one standing.

"Ever think there's a reason they left ya?"

"Maybe they couldn't stand your naggin' anymore? "

"Or maybe they didn't want to be 'round a little crybaby? "

You whimpered, placing your hands over your ears. Like that was going to keep his voice away. No, you refused to cry. He wasn't going to be right.

But the tears came anyway. He was right. You were a childish crybaby, giving everyone else around you a headache with your tears and whining .

Jonsey huffed next to you, but your eyes where too screwed shut to see that man walking in. Lester felt horrible. He knew that he had messed up.

He was being the child here. Pulling the hypothetical pigtails of the girl on the playground. Calling them names and hiding their books. All because he had a crush.

He was a dick. A toxic asshole that treated someone who he cared about like garbage.

His heart broke hearing the whimper escape from your mouth. Slowly, Lester walked up to you, kneeling down "Y/n? Aww, shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn-"

"You were right. I'm nothing but a big, blubbering-"

"No! You ain't like that!"

"No, you were right. There's a reason why my friends tried to leave me to die."

"They didn't deserve you. "

You looked up at him through teary eyes. Lester gave you a smile "I had never been so happy to see someone die."

You rolled your eyes, scooting away from him "P-Please, people don't say things they don't mean. "

Lester grabbed your hands, pulling them off your ears 'No, no. Baby. I was wrong."

Your tears stopped, eyebrows knitting together "Did you just call me...baby?"

Lester eyes widened, his voice stuttering "I...uh- Maybe? "

You giggled, pulling your hands away from his. You wiped away the tear tracks off your cheek "You called me baby~"

It was Lester's turn to blush, nervously scratching the back of his head "Don't make a big deal outta it. Just slipped out. "

"Do you... have feelings for me? "

If he had been taking a drink, Lester was sure he would have spit it out. Maybe ever choked a little. At this point, that seemed less embarrassing. He nervously picked invisible threads of his thread bare flannel "Ya make it sound so... just like whatever. "

"Whatever? "

"Whatever..."

A moment of quietness passed between, the only sound was Jonsey snores. You finally broke the silence "Hey Lester, I think we've been idiots."

"Idiots? "

You smiled at the man "Yeah, absolutely fucking idiots. I think everyone knew but us."

Lester smiled back, his fingers brushing against your cheek "Oh, yeah. Everyone knew, baby. "

Lester leaned foreword, placing his lips on your forehead. You smiled at him, pushing yourself up. You gently placed your lips against his, just the lightest of touch. Lester knew this was heaven.

The giggle you let out out after the kiss was finished made his heart skip a beat. He knew for sure at that moment what he always suspected.

You were his soulmate.

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 3 years ago

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Aaaaa can i get some general fluffy Vincent headcanons for a fem!reader

Omg ofc- most of this is gender neutral actually, but I hope you still enjoy :)

Vincent Sinclair x Fem!Reader Fluff HC's

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

He likes to make you little gifts - it's a good way to take a break from the more "serious" projects and work on something that's just him expressing his creativity. He always gives them to you when you come down to visit them, and, even if he knows you're just happy to get a gift, he still loves to hear you gush over his work (he'll never admit it though)

Likes to see you in his clothes or clothes that he gave you. Will probably purposely buy an oversized sweatshirt just for him to wear for a few days and then give to you to wear around the house

While he spends most of his time in his studio, he loves to cook with you. It doesn't matter who's doing most of the work to him - he'd probably be fine with you just sitting on the counter while he makes breakfast for the both of you or he'd sit back and just watch you busy yourself with this small, content smile hidden by his mask - will definitely lie and say he likes whatever you made even if he doesn't (probably even eat it if he knows he's allergic to it too)

He's such a sucker and everyone knows it - his brothers make fun of him for it sometimes but he literally doesn't care. All you gotta do is come up and kiss his fucking mask (not even him!) and Vincent will just be putty in your hands

Has definitely drawn you a million times. Has an entire notebook (if not notebooks) of sketches of you - all of which he treasures very deeply and refuses to show you sorry it's gonna take a lot of convincing to even get a peek inside

If you make him a playlist, Vincent will listen to it everyday. He'll listen to it while he sculpts, while he drives the tow-truck, basically every second he would normally be listening to music he will listen to it - and it's not really even about if he likes the songs or not but more about the fact that he wants to have more in common with you/more of an insight to how you see him. Will probably take the opportunity to try to return the favor but ends up just lending you his favorite CDs

A big fan of just laying in bed all day - he'll pile on the blankets, turn up the fire to give off some heat, and even bring Jonesy into the bed for some mid-day naps. He figured you get cold, so he tries to make it as toasty as possible. He likes to feel you play with his hair as the pair of you drift off, but even more he likes it when you trace the (left) side of his face. He hardly lets anyone see him without his mask on, but having you be willing to even reach out to absently touch it really clicks something in him

He talks about you all the time - literally can just sign for hours about all the things you did that day/how pretty you are to his brothers, even if they do not try to hide their annoyance after a certain period of time. Honestly, when he first started crushing on you that was probably the most he ever carried a conversation with them - it got to a point where if Vincent didn't ask you out Bo was gonna ask you out for him

You catch him just staring at you fondly like ALL the time- he definitely gets embarrassed if you tease him about it but he just can't help it! He'll definitely end up doing it again like less than five minutes later

Touch is a big thing for him because he uses his hands all the time for his work, so he likes to just run his hands down your arm or over your shoulder sometimes. Always goes to hold your hand and feel it in his- might even trace the lines of your face to memorize them for later

#vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #the sinclair twins

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sunnypogue · 4 years ago

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coho!rafe + the video (blurb)

big thanks to scout for helping me map this out!!

warning: NSFW. 18+, some dubious consent issues with the video. (it’s necessary to note that rafe sending this video to himself without consent is NOT okay. like a very big violation of privacy. however, this is fiction, so...just know I don’t condone that shit in real life!) also, please use protection. xx.

“Bro, watch your fucking elbows!”

“You watch your elbows, fucker!”

Your head darted back and forth as the teammates shot insults at each other from their respective sides of the beer pong table. You were supposed to play the winner, but at the rate this game was going, you wouldn’t be playing anytime soon.

“Hey,” A hand rested on your shoulder, voice grabbing your attention, “we up soon?”

You shook your head, “Dumb and dumber over here have been arguing about the rules for the past 10 minutes. I don’t think they’ve sunk a cup yet.”

Your pong partner laughed, “Well, just yell when someone loses. I’ll be over -”

“Cameron! Get your ass in here, Matty just said we couldn’t shotgun these claws in one go!”

Rafe’s head turned towards the kitchen, where his defense partner (and resident dumbass), Luke, was holding two jumbo mango White Claws next to his head.

“Oh, fuck you Matty - shit, Y/N, come film this.” Rafe grabbed your arm, dragging you behind him. “I need proof so I don’t have to keep chugging shit at parties to prove my idiot teammates wrong.”

You watched with a wry smile, your phone camera capturing as Rafe stabbed the cans with his house key, before shotgunning the seltzer, Luke finishing immediately after him, letting out a huge burp.

“Oh, fucking gross, Luke.” You yelled, ending the recording.

“Alright - fuck this! Someone come play Jonesy in pong with his fucking weird ass rules.” A voice boomed from the other room, where the now defunct BP game was happening. “I’ve never had someone talk about elbows so much, you fucking boner.”

You made eye contact with Rafe, grinning as he wiped the remnants of white claw off his lips.

“Pong?” You mouthed, pocketing your phone, before making your way into the living room, Rafe close behind.

A few hours later, you were posted up on the couch, one of the stragglers at the hockey kickback, listening to Matty and Jonesy debating the merits of wearing a cage versus a bubble. Bored, and a little drunk, you pulled your phone out, intending to thumb through your instagram stories to drown out the sound of Matty yelling about how a bubble made you look like a “fucking bitch boy,” when your phone was snatched clean out of your hand.

“Hey!” You yelped, swinging an arm out to grab your phone, which now sat comfortably in the palm of Rafe’s hand.

“Hey!” He mimicked. “Gimme your password, I need to airdrop that video to myself.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, turn it around.”

Rafe pointed your front camera at you, letting FaceID flick your phone open. “Thanks.”

You waved a hand dismissively, standing up from the sunken-in couch. “I’m gonna pee, just don’t go anywhere with it. Stay here.” You gave him a pointed look before wobbling your way to the upstairs bathroom (the only one that was bound to have toilet paper at this rate.)

Rafe took your spot on the couch, fumbling through your phone with drunken accuracy (or at least, that’s what he’d say when you found out he posted a selfie to your insta story), trying to locate the video you had taken earlier. He maneuvered his way to your “Videos” tab, eyeing the most recent one. However, the finger holding the phone accidentally touched the top of the app, sending the screen to the very top of your extensive video collection. Rafe groaned, going to thumb his way back down, when he noticed the screencap of a particular video, nestled at the top corner of your phone.

If anyone asked, he clicked on it to confirm that his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, that he wasn’t seeing things - because there was no fucking way this was on your phone.

When the video loaded to full screen, Rafe almost dropped the phone. Apparently, his eyes weren’t deceiving him. You had a video, a full, one minute, twenty three second video, of (whom he was assuming was) yourself, bent over someone’s bed, getting fucked by someone with a massive fucking cock.

Rafe’s thumb hit play before his brain could stop him. He watched, wide eyed, as this random dude fucking railed you, cock practically splitting you in half. Watched as he held your hands to the base of your back, watched as you took it so fucking good.

And then a voice broke his reverie.

“Cameron, dude - you good?” Jonsey leaned over, apparently finished with his bubble v. cage argument. “You’ve been staring at that phone for like, a while.”

Rafe jumped, turning the phone over on his knee. “Yeah, just airdropping something. Service sucks in here man.”

He waited until Jonesy’s redirected his attention elsewhere, before he turned the phone back over, airdropping himself the video of you getting railed.

You returned to the couch minutes later, a sleepy smile on your face. “You get it?” You asked, extending your hand for the phone.

Rafe slid it back to you, “Yup - thanks.”

A couple nights later, Rafe was on his bed, head propped up by a couple of pillows, the video of you pulled up on his phone. He had watched it so many times, it was practically burned into his memory - the sounds of you taking it, the way you tilted your cunt to get it deeper, the way you would respond when he’d smack your ass, or pull your hair - it was addicting, seeing you like this. Rafe had never thought he’d see you, his sweet, little friend, getting fucked within an inch of your life.

It made him think about all the ways he’d fuck you - better than whoever the fuck took the video than you. Rafe thought about it constantly - fucking you in the shower, hiking your leg up to spread that sweet little cunt, fucking you in the car, pulled over on the side of an abandoned road, bent over the side of the passenger seat, hands holding on to the center console as Rafe fucked into you, door open. Rafe thought about fucking you the same way you were fucked in the video, relentlessly pounding his cock into your cunt, pulling you back onto his cock when you were close to finishing, spanking you when you begged to come - just filthy.

Rafe was so lost in thought, he didn’t hear the knock on his door, or the small creak as his door opened, or the little voice going, “Rafe?”

Rafe didn’t notice anything until you were standing at the foot of his bed, looking at him quizzically. “What are you doing?”

Rafe jumped, phone flying out of his hands. “Nothing - nothing. What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rolled your eyes. “I texted you that I was coming to grab my accounting book. I still haven’t read for class tomorrow.” You looked around the room, trying to eye the massive red textbook. “Why are you so sweaty? It’s like, 50 degrees out.”

Rafe shrugged. “It’s hot in here.”

You gave him a look. “No, it’s not, but okay weirdo.” You moved to grab his phone, now laying face up at the foot of his bed, screen dim. “Sorry for scaring you. Here’s your - ” You stopped, registering what was paused on his screen.

Rafe grabbed the phone from your grasp, realizing you may have seen a bit too much. “The book is over there.” He pointed at his desk, attempting to deflect.

You just gaped at him. “Is that - fuck, was that - ”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“Was that me?” You finally finished your sentence, arms crossing in front of you. “Was that - where did you get that?”

Rafe slowly stood, holding his hands in front of him as if to not startle you. “Look, I’m not proud of this but - ”

“How did you get that?” You whispered, still in shock. “I thought I deleted all of those.”

Rafe looked down at his feet, sheepish. “I accidentally saw it on your phone when I was airdropping shit at Matty’s last weekend. I - I don’t know why I airdropped it to myself, but fuck. I’m fucking glad I did.”

You looked at him. “Rafe, what the fuck! That’s so fucking embarassing for me - delete that!”

Rafe grabbed your wrist that was reaching for the phone. “Why the hell is that embarrassing for you? Y/N, that is literally the hottest fucking shit I’ve ever seen. You - you’re fucking gorgeous, you know?”

You matched Rafe’s heated gaze, staring at him as he kept his grip on your wrist. “I’m literally getting fucked by my ex in that video, Rafe.” You bit your lip, cheeks flushing from remembering the contents of that particular video. “How the hell is that hot for you?”

Rafe pulled you closer. “Because I’ve never seen you like that - you’re always so reserved around me. To see you unedited, raw - just fucking taking it like that. How would that not be hot for anyone?”

You blushed, looking away. “I - I don’t - ”

“I’d like to see you like that, in person, if that’s alright with you.”

You gaped up at him. “What?”

Rafe grinned, teeth nearly glittering in the dim light of the bedroom. “I’d like to fuck you. Better than your ex. Is that alright with you?”

You found yourself nodding - you weren’t sure what world you were currently existing in, but if it was a world where Rafe Cameron (aka the boy you had been harboring a crush on since you met him freshman year) wanted to fuck your brains out after watching a video of your ex-boyfriend fucking your brains out - well, you weren’t complaining.

You let Rafe pull you in for a kiss, let Rafe slide your sweatpants off, let Rafe slip his cold hands under your sweatshirt (causing you to squeal, not expecting the temperature change). Rafe let you tug his shirt off, let you run your hands over his defined shoulders and arms, let you palm his cock through his boxers. It was soft, sweet and exploratory.

Until it wasn’t.

When Rafe tweaked your nipple, you responded by sinking your teeth into his bottom lip - just enough to bruise. He pulled away, a glint in his eye, hands going to slide your sweatshirt off, leaving you completely naked.

“You wanna play that game?”

You slipped your thumb between your teeth, biting down softly as you walked to the edge of his bed. You went to bend yourself over the mattress, forearms propping your chest up, hair swept over your shoulder. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

Rafe growled, taking two steps over to where you were positioned, before sliding his cock out of his boxers. He grabbed his length, jacking it a couple times as he rubbed the head against your clit, leaving a trail of precome in its wake.

“You want it, baby?”

You nodded, leaning back into his cock. Rafe tutted, pulling away completely, smiling when you let out a soft whine. “Words, honey. You gotta tell me.”

You turned your head, looking Rafe dead in the eye. “For fuck’s sake Cameron, get in me.”

Rafe laughed, tapping his cock on your cunt a couple of times, before slowly sliding in, letting you get used to the stretch. You groaned, walls clenching around his length, hands gripping the bedspread as you let your body adjust. Rafe kept his long, slow slide going, until he was balls deep, pelvis snug up against your ass. He was still, just for a moment, before rolling his hips, letting his cock nudge up against your g-spot. You moaned, head dropping to the comforter. You hadn’t felt this full - well, since your ex.

“You good, babe?” Rafe asked, chuckling a bit at your reaction.

“God, Rafe - fuck me.”

Rafe leaned forward, prying your hands from the comforter, tugging them gently behind your back. He swatted at your ass twice, loving the way you tilted into the sensation, before grabbing your hair, pulling you up just enough to get your chest off the bed.

“This okay?”

You nodded as best you could with his hand in your hair. “I swear to God, Rafe, if you don’t move right now I’ll - ”

“What? What are you gonna do?” He taunted.

You whined, rolling your hips against his cock, which was still stuffed deep in your cunt. “Rafe, please.”

Rafe chuckled under his breath. “Fuck, I could get used to hearing that - hold on, pretty girl. I’ve got ya.”

#smut #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron #coho!rafe #outer banks smut #outer banks #rafe cameron imagine #she writes

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keepcalmandcarryfire · 4 years ago

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PART SEVENNNN WOOOOOOO

Robert: Why is Bonzo crying on the floor? Jonesy: He took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes. Robert: And? Jonesy: He got Jimmy.

Jimmy: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Robert: You are my reward. *meanwhile* Bonzo: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Jonesy: True, you can be really difficult at times.

Bonzo: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Jimmy’* Jonesy: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

Bonzo: And now for a gay update with Robert and Jimmy. Robert: Getting gayer. Bonzo: Thank you, Robert.

Bonzo: I dare you- Robert: Jimmy is not allowed to accept dares anymore. Bonzo: Why not? Jimmy: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Jonesy: I just had a long talk with Bonzo and Robert about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

Robert: Why doesn’t Jimmy find me sexy when I bite my lip? Jonesy: What do you look like when you bite your lip? Robert: *bites lip* Jonesy: ...Have you considered biting your bottom lip instead?

Jonesy: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. Jimmy: Jimmy: I'm gonna tell him. Robert: Don't you dare.

Jimmy: I'm not doing to well. Jonesy: What's wrong? Jimmy: I have this headache that comes and goes. *Robert enters the room* Jimmy: There it is again.

Bonzo: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car? Robert: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Jimmy, deer!" Jimmy: ...And what did Jimmy do? Robert: ...He said "Yes, Honey?"

Jimmy: Did Robert just tell me he loved me for the first time? Jonesy: Yeah, he did. Jimmy: And did I just do finger guns back? Jonesy: Yeah, you did.

Bonzo: Who do we know that has handcuffs? Robert: Well Jimmy and I- Jimmy: *elbows Robert* Robert: ...wouldn't know.

Jimmy: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Robert: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Jimmy: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. Bonzo, on a walkie talkie: This is Bonzo, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

Jonesy: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. Jimmy: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. *Robert walks in* Jimmy: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

*Jimmy is telling a story* Robert: Wow, Jimmy, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance! Jonesy: Romance? Robert: I have a crush on him.

Jimmy, smugly, after security arrives to escort Robert and Jonesy out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out? Jonesy, in defeat: Let’s go. Robert: Wait. Jonesy: What? Robert: I’d kinda like to be carried out…

Jonesy: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Bonzo? Bonzo: No. Robert: I do! Jonesy: I know, Robert. Robert: I’m sad. Jonesy: I know, Robert.

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reincarnated70sbaby · 3 years ago

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star crossed

-chapter three-

word count : 2k

warnings : drinking, nsfw 😏 lil teeny tiny angst 😎

<<previous chapter

next chapter>>

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“Cheers lads, sorry Alice, and lady, here’s to another fucking legendary album, even bigger than the first!” Peter announced, holding his beer goblet into the air.

“Santé!” Robert chimed first, with an abominable French accent and lopsided grin, earning disgusted looks from the rest of the party.

“Anyway, cheers guys, congrats on all the hard work” Tom cheered, happy to be apart of the process.

They all clinked their classes, and then drank their various types and measures of alcohol.

Feeling the cool amber liquid slide down her throat, Alice would’ve gagged, but being in the presence of four rockstars, she felt it would’ve been just a tad bit embarrassing.

“Never would’ve guessed you were a whisky woman Alice” Robert chuckled to Alice

“Oh believe me, I’m much more of a gin lady but I decided to follow the crowd tonight”

“Following the crowd, or following the guitarist huh?” Robert leaned into Alice, “I know he has a thing for you and you have a thing for him, know that we’re done officially being colleagues, you two are free to go at it like rabbits, I can only assume” Robert finished with a wink, before returning to his mischievous looking conversation with Bonzo.

Alice sat there with her mouth parted slightly. Did everyone notice her little crush on Jimmy? If they did, he must’ve only caught on too. Even though they both felt this strange connection, did he actually like her back, or was he just appeasing her for the sake of it? She was really in her head now, not even noticing Jimmy returning form the bar with a glass of whisky on the rocks, or Jonesy initiating a conversation with her.

“Sorry Jonesy, what was that?”

“I was saying, it’s not really that obvious to everyone else. I overheard Robert a minute ago. Honestly, you’d only notice if you’d been watching, and that was only me or Robert. Tom and Peter have no idea, no need to worry.”

“Why were you keeping an eye out Hmm?”

“Look Alice, you are quite young and Jimmy is a bit older than you, I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting into? Jimmy isn’t the most uh, loyal, should I say with his relationships. What I mean to say is, his relationships are all quite short lasting”

“Uh, yeah I was worried about something like that. I think I’m just going to play it by ear, I can’t really do anything else but that”

“I always knew you were far wiser than the rest of us” Jonesy guffawed, then chatting to Tom about something.

Alice decided she had enough of her thoughts, and decided to order a cocktail form the bar. Looking down the slightly yellow cocktail menu card, she decided on a Pornstar Martini. Sure, every time she had one the night always ended badly, but what could go wrong this time?

After a couple hours, the bar had quietened down, and so did the entourage. Robert and Bonzo left to find girls, and obviously found some, as they hadn’t returned since they left an hour ago. Tom left even before them, deciding he didn’t want anymore water thrown at him from Cheryl. Peter and Jonesy were just beginning to exit the building, leaving Jimmy and Alice.

“Ah, the terrible two left”

“Of course, even after Bonzo and Robert poured ice down Peters back earlier, they haven’t gotten anything on us two who are trying to drown ourselves in water in an attempt to sober up huh?”

“It’s not even working for me, I’m still seeing double”

Alice just laughed in response, enjoying their banter

“Can I ask you something Alice?”

“Sure, go ahead”

A beat of silence passed, Jimmy thinking on how to phrase his words. He didn’t know why he was nervous, he was pretty sure Alice would say yes anyway.

“Jimmy? What’s up?” Alice asked gently, setting her hand on the couch behind his head, stroking his neck affectionately.

Taking this as a sign, Jimmy pulled Alice in by her waist, kissing her gently.

Once she realised it was all finally happening, Alice kissed Jimmy back. Jimmy feeling this kiss, quickly pressing his tongue into her mouth. Alice never had a kiss this passionate before, she could only carry on.

“Let’s get out of here. Right now. I can’t wait any longer” Jimmy said between kisses

They quickly packed up their gear, not before Jimmy paid for their final drinks.

Practically running out to the street, Jimmy hollered for a taxi while holding Alice tightly by her waist, as if she might run away.

“Your place or mine” Alice asked, kissing his neck

“Yours, my hotel room doesn’t even constitute as a place”

Alice was practically straddling Jimmy at this point. His hands were everywhere, groping her ass, her waist, her neck and thighs. Boy did this man had magical hands.

Noticing that the cab had stopped only when the driver not so discreetly coughed their attention back to the taxi, they paid the bill and got out. Only once they ran up they three flights go stairs - the elevator just had to be broken this specific day, did Alice panic that Maria would be home, or that the apartment would be dirty. Reaching the door, she remembered that Maria was visiting her boyfriend in Nevada, and Alice had the premonition to deep clean her apartment the day before.

Unlocking the door, she and Jimmy practically slammed it open, before immediately shutting it back into the frame. Jimmy pressed her against the door, Alice could feel his bulge on her thigh. He gripped her by her waist, she was completely supported by him now, her feet not even touching the ground anymore.

“Which way is the bedroom” Jimmy asked, his voice barely audible beneath Alice's moans, him kissing all over her collarbones and neck.

“Uh, this was come on” Alice pulled him off her with a giggle, holding his hand and running to her bedroom around the corner from the front door.

Reaching her room, they practically dived for the bed. Alice landed on top and began to kiss Jimmy like he was her oxygen. Jimmy was snaking his hands under her skirt, squeezing and smoothing his hands all over her ass cheeks.

Alice raked her hands through Jimmy’s raven locks, loving the softness of them, when she arched her back at a new sensation. Jimmy had pushed her thin thong to the side and dipped one finger into her. Alice stoped her attack on his now bare chest, moaned his name loudly.

“Oh Jimmy, keep going, don’t stop”

Jimmy removed his finger, only then adding another one into her wet pussy. Alice began to rock her hips to his fingers pumping in and out of her. Jimmy removed his fingers and flipped her over. She was now under him, completely at his mercy.

He brought his fingers to her mouth, before pushing them through her plump lips. She swirled her tongue around his fingers, Jimmy groaning in answer.

“You taste divine, just like a honey drip”

They began to properly take each others clothes off, first with their shirts and blouses, then onto trousers and skirts. Finally only in their underwear, Alice sneaked her hand underneath his briefs and palmed him. His dick was fully hard at this point, her cool hand only making it even harder than before. He began to kiss behind her ear to hide his moans. She softly pumped his dick, after every couple of pump, swiping her thumb over his sensitive tip. A little precum had leaked out, Jimmy decided to save the rest for a better location.

Licking a stripe down her sternum, stopping to remove her bra when he reached the middle part on her chest. Marvelling at her body, he took one nipple into his warm mouth, while rolling her other nipple through his calloused fingers. All of this felt like electricity to Alice, moaning and mewling loudly, making her throw her head back in pleasure. Thank god Maria was out of town, or she wouldn’t have been getting any sleep, along with Alice and Jimmy.

Continuing to kiss hungrily down Alice’s body, he paused to check with Alice before removing her underwear, after making eye contact with her for consent.

Kissing her bikini line, teasing her just a little bit. He finally started to suck at her clit, Alice’s almost pornographic moans only encouraging him even more. He continued to kiss and suck on her clit, at the same time, pushing two fingers into her. Alice was in ecstasy, having never felt this good before with her previous few partners.

“Oh Jimmy-“

“Say my proper name love”

“James, oh lord, I’m going to cum”

“Cum for me then, darling”

Those words threw her over the edge, her vision almost going fuzzy.

Being brought back to reality by Jimmy placing a hand beside her head, stroking himself before pushing himself fully into her. She thought he was big, but not that big and thick.

She didn’t even have time to readjust before he started to pound into her, at a relentless pace. He even had to use the bedframe behind her head for support.

To add icing to the cake, he started to circle her clit with his thumb. He stretched the rest of his hand onto her hip, pushing himself into her even more than she thought was possible. His finger on her clit, as well as his dick pounding her g-spot with each thrust, Alice could feel herself unraveling

“James, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last-“

“Me too love, where can I-”

“In me, cum in me James” Alice practically insisted, locking eyes with him, both having borderline feral looks in their eyes. It was only a couple most thrusts until Alice came, Jimmy coming almost immediately after.

Pulling out slowly, Alice felt empty. Lying down beside Alice, Jimmy pulled her into him, her lying on top of him now. After a couple minutes, Alice readjusted herself on top of him.

“Reading for round two?”

“God help me I have found Aphrodite in human form”

“Well I am a Taurus” Alice chuckled

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Waking up to the morning light streaming though her thin line curtains, Alice was surprised to see that her bed was empty. Suddenly thinking it was a dream, that theory was soon debunked when she saw red marks on her chest, trailing all the way down her stomach.

Assuming Jimmy had gone into the studio to start mixing the recordings, Alice decided to take a shower, her body sticky with sweat and sex. Her shower had obviously been used recently, the tiles still had some condensation on them, as well as faint footprints on the tiles.

Picking up a coffee for her and Tom on her way in, she decided to get him a bagel for old times sake. It had only been a couple weeks since everything changed, but it had all changed for the best.

“Morning Tom, lovely day today, I present you with a cream cheese bagel fresh from Antonio’s.” Alice gave him the bagel, only after curtsying mockingly deep before him.

“God, what put you in such a good mood, I’m usually scared to even look at you in the eyes this early in the morning”

“I’m just satisfied with everything, I guess. Where are the boys. I thought Jimmy was coming round to mix the recordings? Or did they sleep in again? I swear they always-”

“Uhm, what do you mean come round to mix the tapes?

“Well I just thought since they’re recording an album, they would want us to, you know, produce it?” Alice replied with a light chuckle, not registering Toms guilty expression.

“Alice honey, the boys aren’t mixing here, last night was the farewell party or fiesta, whatever you wanna call it”

“What?”

“Yeah they’re mixing it up in Atlanta, they had some press up there and-”

Tom’s words were drowned out as Alice sat in shock. Her heart almost broke at the revelation. Was she really just a simple fling to Jimmy? She should’ve listened to Jonesy, he obviously was trying to warn her. Heck, even Robert was trying to warm her, was he? She should’ve realised this would’ve never worked, an average girl like her could’ve never made a whirlwind romance with a rockstar work out.

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chapter three 😌

hope yall liked it, chapter four will be a time skip! might take a while as I want to map the rest of the story out properly y’know, be ANGSTY as possible 😏

my scared of intimacy ass writing this chapter lmao

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trashy-slashy · 4 years ago

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Saving Face

Bo SinclairxReader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Injury

Your feet pushed off the ground beneath you, giving chase to the retreating figure. You knew Ambrose like the back of your hand by this point, darting past one of the houses to cut off the victim, catching them by surprise.

“You’re all a bunch of sick freaks!” He snarled, throwing a fist in your direction. You side-stepped it, retaliating with your own to their stomach, sending them crashing to the floor with a yelp. You huffed, regarding his comment with contempt as you crushed the heel of your boot into his chest. The clouds parted, moonlight illuminating the scene. Bo leant against a nearby wall, a smirk plastered on his face, watching you toy with the tourist. You scowled in his direction. Why couldn’t he just let you be? He knew you were capable on your own, yet here he stood in the shadows, waiting for you to fuck up. It irritated you to no avail.

“Asshole.” The man spat at you, but you weren’t addressing him. You reached into your back pocket, retrieving the knife Lester had gifted you, your other hand latching in the mans shirt to tug him to your level. It was a struggle; you lacked the brute strength the Sinclairs seemed to harbour. A fist connected with your cheek, the impact resonating in your skull, sending you stumbling backwards. Darkness shrouded you as the moon vanished. You could taste iron. Discombobulated, you faintly heard something clatter to the floor; it took you a moment to realise you’d dropped the blade. Metal parted flesh as the knife sunk into your belly, the pain searing through your body. Everything was warm, wet, unpleasant. A second punch to your chin sent you spiralling to the floor. Your scream cut through the night, silence resuming as your head hit solid floor.

Bo paced relentlessly. Vincent was sure he was going to end up pulling out clumps of his hair. He sat quietly in the corner, hyper aware that even his presence was agitating the other twin. After you’d gone down Bo had stepped in, descending on the man like the angel of death. He almost wished he could’ve painstakingly tortured him for what he did, but he didn’t have time. The tourist was left gasping for air in his own blood whilst Bo scooped you up, sprinting up to the house. Jonesy whined softly under the bed you were laid on, nuzzling his nose against the arm that had lolled off the edge. “This was all your idea, if it wasn’t for you and this fuckin’ freak show...” Bo rambled. Vincent mostly ignored him, well used to his siblings temper. It was his default setting whenever something got under his skin, when Bo felt anything he deemed weak he drowned it in anger, taking out his frustration on anything or anyone unfortunate enough to be in his sights. It tended to be hurling abuse when Vincent was nearby, though they’d had a few scraps over the years. Bo quickly learnt his brother was a fair amount stronger than him. He only lashed out when he was beyond reason nowadays.

You whimpered softly, drawing the brothers’ attention back to you. A quick glare from Bo gave Vincent all the information he needed, snapping his book shut and vacating the room, clicking his tongue for Jonesy to follow. The room swam. It hurt to move. You’d been stripped down to your underwear, settled onto the cot in Vincent’s workshop. Your head throbbed as you peeked around the room, sighing when you met Bo’s cold stare. His hair was slick with sweat, either stuck to his forehead or poking out in every direction, hands balled into fists so tight he could draw his own blood with his nails. “Bo, I-“

“You fuckin’ worthless idiot! You have any idea what could’ve happened if I hadn’t been there!? He coulda got away and called the fuckin’ cops!” His fingers dragged through his scalp, pacing anxiously around the room. You saw Vincent’s preparation table on it’s side in one corner of the room. His breathing was ragged, filling the silence between his outbursts.

“Bo-“

“Don’t you fuckin’ Bo me, I shoulda left you to die out there, I can’t be fuckin’ dealin’ with this shit.” His sleeve dipped past his wrist but Bo quickly corrected it, pressing his fist against his mouth. He stared blankly at the wall, refusing to look at you, tension saturating the air between you.

“Bo-“

“What do you fuckin’ want!?” He snapped, turning to glower at you. Every emotion he felt flashed across his face in a split second, easily missed by someone who didn’t know him, but you did. Despite your woozy head you propped yourself up against the wall, holding out your arms for him. Bo stilled for a second, exhaling slowly as he stepped over to you. He didn’t look at you as he sat down, back turned to you, seemingly indifferent to your arms wrapping around his chest. You squeezed as much as you dared, the pain in your stomach rearing its head. His head was swimming. He felt sick, the stress of internalising everything he felt clawing its way through his stomach. Bo feared opening his mouth. I don’t need you, he repeated to himself, over and over, waging a war on the pit in his stomach. He’d said that multiple times since he’d met you. And yet here you were. Holding him whilst you were the one in need. Bo grit his teeth, chastising himself. He wanted to throw his arms around you and let you know how much you meant. But he couldn’t, held back by hidden demons that feasted on his despair.

“I’m okay, I’m not going anywhere.” Bo’s chin fell against his chest and you heard him gulp. Solid fingers laced in yours, squeezing urgently, trying to convey their message. “Vincent did a good job.” You eyed the stitching on your stomach, deflecting the conversation before Bo could get overwhelmed again.

“Yeah, he’s something.” He murmured, more interested in rubbing his thumb in circles over the back of your hand. “You know I wouldn’t actually leave you out there, right?” It was barely a whisper, Bo unsure of whether or not he wanted you to hear his confession. From previous experience you knew it was easier not to reply, instead tugging his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. He shifted on the edge of the bed to face you, his features soft, exhaustion pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“Go to bed, how long have you been up?” He shrugged, letting go of your hand. “I’ll still be here.” His eyes wandered down you before nodding, scarpering out of the room. You didn’t expect him to go so easily. When he returned not even 5 minutes later with blankets and pillows you rolled your eyes. “You’re gonna get a bad back.” The bedding was unceremoniously chucked on the floor besides you. Externalising feelings wasn’t easy for Bo, but he had all the time in the world to spend with you.

“Stop complainin’, Vincent says I can’t move you so deal with it. Be grateful I got this shit at all.” He scowled, distinct grumpy old man facade slipping back into place, stacking the pillows by your waist. You couldn’t help but smile at him. He leant over you, taking care not to jostle your injuries, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead that said everything he couldn’t. “Night darlin’” He settled against the cot, and only a few moments passed before he was out like a light. You traced your fingers through his curls, relishing the way his head unconsciously dipped against your hand, a happy hum leaving his lips.

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deadlynightshade-and-hyacinth · 4 years ago

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Fruit, Seppuku and the Flying Bugsy

Late September 1971, the Tokyo Hilton in Japan. A trip to remember. **this is the short story of how and why Led Zeppelin was banned from the Tokyo Hilton for life** I hope you all enjoy the ride.

Jimmy’s P.O.V.

Speeding down the corridor, the service cart in hand was the beast, a rampant, intoxicated Percy atop it. I took another swig of my beer, watching them in amusement from the end of the hall.

“Woohoo!” Robert screamed, flailing his arms in the air. “You better move Pageykins!” He slurred.

I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed, the cart heading straight for me. Behind the handles; Bonzo - face red with delirium - roared car sounds as if he were in a drag race.

“VROOM, VROOM.“

Under John’s thunderous voice, a loud muffled sound vibrated with the buggy. Just as they almost reached me, Bonzo flicked his wrists, turning the cart to the left, making a loud sharp noise at it skidded to a stop.

“AGGHH!” Robert yelled, his face covered in a sloppy, Cheshire grin.

Through the rush of the adrenaline I caught the glimpse of a flash from the corner of my eye. Out from the bottom compartment of the service cart rolled Jonesy, taking the curtain that wrapped around the buggy with him.

“Ow.” Jones rubbed his head.

“Man up!” Bonzo laughed, beating his chest like an ape.

“So, what do’ya say, Page? Wanna go for a ride?” Percy’s bright, hopeful smile shone brilliantly considering the terrible yellow light of the corridor.

I shook my head laughing. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” I raised my eyebrows. “You piss pots are gonna get us kicked out of here if you don’t stop muckin’ about.”

"Spoil sport.” Jonesy scoffed. “You know and we know that you have done worse!”

I shrugged carelessly. “I have someone waiting for me.” I chugged the rest of my beer and lifted the glass to cheers them goodnight.

“Who the hell are you shagging?” Robert piped up, stumbling off the cart.

“Some bird I found parading in the lobby. You know she asked for you too” I slyly invited him hoping the others wouldn’t notice.

He gave me a shy smile.

“Ay where's Phil? The ol’ bugger owes me a beer!” Bonzo jumped in between Robert and I. Phil Carson who ran Atlantic Records in England was on the tour with us.

“Went into the shower about 10 minutes ago. I guess he figured since you three were out of sight he could have a peaceful 20 minutes in the wash.” I informed them wryly. “Don’t disturb us.” I waved them good night, heading for my room.

Bonzo’s P.O.V.

“What do’ya say we pay an ol’ visit to Philly with our new pal Bugsy?” I pointed my thumb toward the torn apart buggy.

“Ah man I think I’m gonna uh... hit the sheets. Pagey kinda crushed the mood.” Percy murmured suspiciously keyed up.

“I’m up for it!” Jones bounced up from the floor, the buggy curtain floating delicately with him.

Percy, the little twit ran off in a hurry while Jones and I found good ol’ Philly’s room.

“So, what are we gonna do?” Jones excitedly twiddled his fingers.

“Well mate, you are gonna open the doors and I am gonna… improvise… But Bugsy over ‘ere is gonna… well we’re gonna improvise that too!"

Jones nodded and opened the door to Philly’s suite. He entered first, confirming that the coast was clear so I pushed ol’ Bugsy in. We listened intently and heard the shower running. So far, the mission of Bugsy was a success. I nodded to the bathroom door and Jones happily opened it quietly.

After taking a quick deep breath, inspiration flooded me. At full force I ran for the bathroom, pushing Bugsy in front of me, screaming the opening wail of Immigrant Song. "AhhhAhhhAHHHHHHHHHHahhhhhhh AhhhAhhhAHHHHHHHHHHHahhhhhh.”

At the threshold of the door I let go of the cart and watched it ram into the shower occupied by Philly. He jumped to the side dodging the death cab.

“Bleedin’ hell!” He yelled clutching onto the shower curtain for coverage.

“Aye Philly, I jusssth wanted to stop by fer that beer!” I smiled widely.

The next day I woke up, not able to remember if I got that beer or not. And Bugsy was nowhere to be found… come to think of it, I never did see another service cart on our floor the rest of our stay.

I met Richard down in the car as he had promised to take me out. On the town! Just us pals! It would be bloody grand!

After a day filled with random stores, supper, a little nose candy and a pub stop, we were on our way back to the hotel when we saw the light! It was a street lamp that shone its brilliant luminescence on a store with a big sign in beautiful Japanese lettering. Of course, we had no fuckin’ idea what it said but in the window of this little blessing of a store was just what we needed to have a good time. Quickly we crossed the street and entered the store only leaving once we had purchased two beautiful samurai swords.

Heading back to the hotel we took another snort of coke and found our way up to our rooms. Screaming random words that sounded like they could be in a Bruce Lee movie, Richard and I tore both our rooms to splinters. Smashing the tellys, cutting the bunks up, tearing down the curtains, slashing the carpet to pieces and slicing the walls with our majestic swords.

“Korosu!” Richard yelled at the telly as he smashed the screen into pieces. “Daijoubu!”

When our rooms were no longer recognizable, we left for the corridor, sword in hand.

“… I wonder what Jonesy’s up to…” I smiled slyly at Richard who returned the devious grin.

We ran to his room and tried the knob but it was locked.

“Who needs doorknobs… when we have these!?” I held up the sword like king Arthur.

Richard caught on and stepped away from the door.

I swung the weapon back and like a baseball bat, swung it forward again. It hit the door with a loud crack. We both looked at each other and broke out into laughter before we both started whacking the door until the shards of wood lay in a big pile at our feet, the door barely standing on its hinges.

We entered the room to find Jones drunk and unconscious in his bed.

“Grab his leg!” I smacked Richards arm and grabbed Jonesy’s other leg. We dragged him out of the room and left him passed out in the corridor then repeated seppuku on his room. When we finished, we backed away to the door and gazed at the disaster we had created with our newly found toys.

“Kachi! Katsu!” I yelled raising my sword in the air to clank with Richards. Proud of our success we had a beer and celebrated then headed off to new, fresh rooms to sleep.

Jonesy’s P.O.V.

“Mr. Jones…” An annoying voice kept repeating my name over and over.

I could feel the haze of the inevitable awakening fog my brain. My head pounded and my stomach felt queasy. I just wanted to sleep.

“Mr. Jones…” The voice continued.

In a huff I opened my eyes and found a maid standing above me, poking at my shoulder.

“What in fuckin’ hell do ya bloody want?” I yelled. “Can’t you see I’m trying to fuckin’ sleep!" I was madly irritated, my tone and words too rash and harsh but a hangover was ensuing and if this woman didn’t leave me alone to continue my slumber I was going to hurl.

"But Mr. Jones.” Her face looked terrified. She took a step back and tried to speak again but I cut her off.

“Why the hell are you in my room anyway?” I asked outraged, rubbing my eyes as I sat up. When my eyes focused, I realized I was not in my bed. “Why in the bloody hell am I on the floor?” I asked mostly myself. I looked around and realized I wasn’t even in my room. “Where am I?"

The maid crossed her arms, her expression not happy. "You are in the corridor sir. I believe that is your room.” She pointed to a chopped-up door.

“What the fuck happened?"

"I don’t know.” Her tone was livid. “But I’m not cleaning it!” She turned on her heels and walked away.

Percy’s P.O.V.

The next night, after the concert, ran pretty much the same way the previous nights had. But instead of dangerous weaponry or flying carts from hell, us mates and the roadies gathered in the dining hall for a little snack after a hard-working evening. Some idiot, probably Richard, decided to take all the food up the corridor on the floor we inhabited and once we were up there, with belly’s full of booze we started throwing food at each other.

Watermelons denting walls, apples smacking people in the head. Poor Page got a banana smashed into his precious hair.

“God dammit!” He cried trying to pull the chunks out. “Who did thi–” He started but one of the roadies threw a grape in his gaping gob.

He eyed the roadie suspiciously then grabbed a handful of tangerines and started whipping them at him. The roadie, hit a couple times by the tiny oranges, started ducking and dodging. Sticky orange splatters covered the walls behind him.

Bonzo off to the side was smashing grapefruits and kiwis into the carpet. Jonesy was in a banana battle with Cole and I was throwing more mushed up food into Jimmy’s hair while he was still pinning the same poor roadie with pears now.

When none of us could take anymore we took hideout in Pagey’s room. Page spent the rest of the night fixing his hair while the rest of us, sopping wet and sticky with fruit, continued drinking until we passed out.

The next morning, we were all awakened covered in dried fruit juice and lint, our hair matted and sticky. Early in the morning we were all summoned to the lobby where we found all of our equipment and luggage sitting at the door.

“You have made a disaster of my hotel, giving it a bad reputation. I am now to ask you all to leave and never return!” The manager of the hotel who once welcomed us with smiles and open arms now sneered at us. “Led Zeppelin is banished from The Tokyo Hilton for life!"

Peter paid the original bill with a few extra thousand for the damages caused by all of us all while attempting not to laugh at the ridiculousness we had created and the fact that us rambunctious group of lads and imbeciles were now banned for life from a prestigious hotel and good ol’ Tokyo, Japan.

We left groggy and sore, not bothering to argue. It was an adventure we would remember forever. Once we made our way to the airport and sat ourselves in our seats we broke into an uncontrollable laughter. It was one hell of a trip.

#Led Zeppelin #Jimmy Page #John Bonham #John Paul Jones #Robert Plant #led zeppelin fanfic #led zeppelin fanfiction #jimmy page fanfic #jimmy page fanfiction #jimmy page fan fic #Robert Plant fanfiction #John Paul Jones Fanfiction #John Bonham Fanfiction #Short Story

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slashermom · 5 years ago

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Hey not sure how full your requests are so feel free to ignore or take your time, but I wondering if we could maybe get HCs on Vincent reuniting w/ someone from his childhood, like one of the only kids who was actually ever nice to him. And maybe now that they’re all grown up he has a crush uwu??? Thank you!!!

Ah childhood friends... my weakness (Nothing scary under the cut just didn’t wanna clog up your dash! Merry Christmas Eve!)

You lived in one of the apartments near the main stretch and would always go to the Sinclair’s to play.

Let’s make this clear, Vincent definitely had the biggest crush on you and would get teased by Bo about it all the time.

You were the balance between the twins before Lester came around.

Your ability to keep up with Bo’s rough and tough nature but tone it back when it came to hanging out with Vincent was key on making the most of your adventures with them.

From the beginning, you and Vince always seemed to flow well together. You kept him on his toes and he kept you anchored.

Besides his mother, Vincent only showed his drawings to you. You were the only one who seemed to appreciate them. Plus he wanted to impress you.

Pinky promises were a big thing between you guys.

That’s how you got him to take off his mask in the first place. You had seen glances of his face when he’s getting ready to go out the door. (His mom liked to see his face when he was home.) But never truly seen what all the fuss was about.

You pinky promised that you wouldn’t laugh or get scared if he took his mask off and you always made good on your pinky promises so he felt confident enough to show you.

“It’s not even that bad, you really don’t even need a mask. You can take it off whenever you want around me, I won’t judge you. Pinky promise!”

So from that moment on, he would take off his mask when it was just you two. He didn’t think his face was something to be happy about but it made you happy when he took it off and he so desperately wanted to make you happy.

You two used to talk about how when you were old enough you were gonna help him run the House of Wax.

Him the great artist and you the lovely manager and tour guide.

But these dreams were left to rot after Trudy and Victor died.

The last time Vincent saw you was when he caught a glimpse of you running up the hill to his house right before he was shoved into the back of a car headed to the orphanage.

Looking out the back window he saw you yelling at someone to tell you what happened. Trying to push past two men and get to Lester who was trying to reach out to Bo who was putting up a hell of a fight.

He never got to see if you managed to reach one of his brothers before the car pulled away and left his home town.

Vincent thought about you a lot when he was in the system. About how when he finally left this place and went home how happy he would be to see you and vice versa.

You were one of the things that got him through those dark times.

So you can only imagine the sadness and heartbreak when he came back to Ambrose and ran up the steps of your apartment to find it had been abandon for years.

As the years dragged on Vincent had questions.

Where had you gone? Who was with you? Were you happy? Did you miss him? Did you even think about him?

All questions he thought that would never be answered untill a new visitor pulled into town.

Bo had yelled at him from the top of the basement steps to ‘haul ass’ and Vincent flew up the steps fully expecting another group of rowdy tourists.

But instead was surprised to see an unfamiliar figure looking at old pictures. Well, unfamiliar until you turned around at the sound of creaking floorboards.

You two recognized each other almost instantly. He knew those eyes like the back of his hand.

It was like seeing a ghost. Your breath caught in your throat and heart stuttering in your chest as your face broke out into a ginormous smile. It wasn’t long before you broke the distance.

You used to be about the same height as him when you were kids but even with the very apparent height difference now you still gave the same protective and loving hugs.

Vincent was quick to squeeze back. Afraid if he let go too soon you would vanish into thin air and he would be stuck wondering what happened to you again. He won’t go through that again.

After the very long overdue hug that Vincent is pretty sure restored his life source, Bo had chimed in that you should stay for a drink.

So there the three of you were, sitting in the kitchen reminiscing about your childhood days. You had your legs stretched out under the table across Vincent’s lap as you laughed at something Bo said.

Vincent couldn’t say he was really listening. His focus was still caught on the fact that you’re really here. The more and more he looked at you he could tell you hadn’t changed a single bit.

The same kind ways, the vivacious laugh, your quirks, all the things that made up you when you were a kid still shone through.

Vincent brought his hands off the table where he had them placed nervously to rest them on the legs spread across his lap. Rubbing up and down the expanse with his thumb.

You didn’t seem to mind so he continued. You were always leaning on him back then so his actions were practically muscle memory.

The air was light-hearted and familiar until the sound of a truck pulling up sent Bo into a frenzy to get to the window.

Wondering what his problem was, you looked at Vincent with raised eyebrows. He only shrugged and continued to stare at you from behind his mask.

You began wondering how much he looked like Bo. Wondering if he’d be willing to leave the mask behind as he did back then.

Your thoughts were cut short by the sound of the front door opening and a scruffy looking young man walking in; which you recognized as Lester immediately.

Scrambling to get up and hug the dirty rascal you removed yourself from Vincent’s space and rushed up to Lester. Almost instantly, Vincent missed your warmth and weight.

After that little reunion, you all sat back down and began talking again. Only this time you didn’t have your legs on Vincent and he was stuck wondering how to get close to you once again without looking desperate.

You had explained to the boys that you moved shortly after they had left. Many people left Ambrose after Trudy and Victor died. The town really wasn’t much without the wax museum running. Which explains why when the Sinclairs returned it was slim pickings for new wax figures.

You also explained that you were only stopping into town as a goodbye. You were getting ready for a big move to a new job and wanted to get one last look at the place. The boys were the last people you were expecting to see.

The brothers all shared a look as you talked about leaving Ambrose. You had only just got here, you weren’t about to leave so soon.

Bo began breaking out the hard stuff in hopes you wouldn’t pass him up. Knowing it he got you drunk enough you at least wouldn’t make the drive tonight.

He was right, and a few hours later you were crashed on the couch with an old blanket.

Bo left the house and went down to your car to make sure it wasn’t going to be going anywhere anytime soon and Lester went home for some much-needed rest. Leaving Vincent to observe you all over again.

He couldn’t describe the feeling he got when he looked at you. Nostalgia? Safety? Love? Maybe it was all of them but what he did know is that he hadn’t felt these things in a very long time.

The three of them had come up the astonishing lie that they were turning Ambrose into a complete tourist attraction; that they were taking Trudy’s dream one step further.

Which it wasn’t a total lie... But it wasn’t the total truth either. It was just something to keep you unsuspecting of all the wax figures scattered around town.

You would stay with the Sinclairs for the next few days while your car was being ‘repaired’. Within those few days, Vincent felt himself grow attached to you all over again.

Everything he did he thought of you. Maybe you would like to join him and Jonesy for a walk or check out some of his smaller pieces of art? Truth be told, he just wanted to make up for lost time but didn’t want to annoy you.

Vincent was actually surprised when you came into the House of Wax looking for him. You began reminiscing about how you used to play in here even though you were chastised not to every time. You even brought up how you two used to think you were gonna run this place together.

We could, Vincent thought to himself. You’re here now, what’s stopping us?

“You know you don’t have the wear that thing around me. You never had to... Will you take it off for me? I won’t look at you any different just because you grew up. Pinky promise.”

His mind was no longer sending out actions. He just stood there looking at your outstretched pinky astonished. After a couple of deep breaths and some nervous shuffling of feet, he reached up and removed the mask.

You sighed happily at see how he grew into a handsome young man. You wondered if he knew that he was beautiful.

“There’s my Vincent.”

Yours he truly was because in the few days since you had returned his childhood crush on you had returned in full force.

Anything you wanted, he’ll give to you. Just please, stay here with him. Don’t leave again. He’s had enough of loosing people and things being out of his control. He has an opportunity to make you stay and he’ll do what he must to keep you in Ambrose.

#I told you it was a chonker #this was a full length story but it made me 🤢 so I broke it down #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax

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repurposedmeatlocker · 4 years ago

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Thanks @lovely-menza for the tag! I don’t remember if I’ve done this one before, but hey. Why not?

1. Why did you choose your url?

I like mothman/cryptids and ghost felt like a nice thematic combo. Originally the whole name was mothmanghostboy, but I cut out the “boy” part to make it a little less gender-specific.

2. Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

Yes! wanttostartover is my aesthetic/vaporwave blog. I don’t really mind mixing stuff in my main blog, but a vaporwave themed blog is just super appealing to me. (I also have another blog in the works, but I’ll announce that when it is ready ;3)

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I’ve been lurking since 2016. Actually started being an active user I believe two years ago now.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Nah. I just use it whenever I feel like I’ve been posting too much.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I decided I lurked on here enough that I should just make an account.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

EVER since I got into Led Zeppelin back in middle school, I KNEW that my pfp for any social media site had to be Jonesy from TSRTS. Six years later and I’m still standing by it.

7. Why did you choose your header?

I just love its energy. Stephen Stills, clearly baked af, pointing to a wall with “High” written on it. What is not to like?

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

I THOUGHT it would be that Yes meme with the crying anime girl that I posted recently, but no. Of course it would be my post of Led Zeppelin wearing drag 😬

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I’d say a healthy amount. Missing a few of you a lot <3

10. How many followers do you have?

191. Kind of wacky it’s almost 1k and I literally do nothing on here XD

11. How many people do you follow?

1,083. About half of them aren’t even active anymore, and the other third, for some reason, rarely appear on my dash because tungle.com likes to make things difficult.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Yes. I need to make M o r e.

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

Regularly, but sporadically. I might pop in once a day just to check if there is any new likes/reblogs. If I am bored I will probably scroll the dash mindlessly for a good few minutes, and close the site, open it again some minutes later until I remember what I am supposed to do. The usual.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

No, thank God. I don’t think I would have the energy for that.

15. How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

I don’t really care for them. Probably would fall for the trap a bunch if I was younger on this site, especially since I was so superstitious and anxious.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yea :)

17. Do you like ask games?

Yes. Although, I think the simple act of actually getting asks would be the highlight for me lol.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

All of my mutuals SHOULD be tumblr famous, cause y’all are so great, funny, and enjoyable :D

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

No 😔

20. Tags

I am too lazy to look for specific people, so anyone out there that wants to, feel free to give it a go!

#tag game #squack

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mrsalwayswritex · 5 years ago

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Premiere Night

A/N- This is my first non prompted fic, but be brutal and tell me what you think!

Word count- almost 6k (what a way to start off)

Pairing- Ben Hardy/Jones x Fem!Reader

Warnings- light angst (little sad), fluffy friendship untiiiiiiiil, gwil softness

Two weeks ago, your best friend asked you a huge question, and it took you days to answer him, despite the constant texting.

Jonesy- please please please please

You- I told you I needed time to think

Jonesy- think faster would you

You- don't you pressure me jonesy, i will fight you

Jonesy- please please please please

You- I'm done having this conversation, bud. xx

Jonesy- fine xx

He wanted you to go to the premiere of 6 Underground with him, and as excited as you were for him, that really wasn't your scene and it honestly scared the crap out of you. There would be way to many people for your liking and the fact that all eyes would be on you pushed you closer to an anxiety attack, but then you though back to his face when he asked you.

“Hey, y/n, would you mind stopping over later?” He spoke into the phone before you could even say ‘Hello’, but you smiled anyways. “I mean if you like have other plans, that uh- that's alright too, but uh-”

“Hello to you too! Don't worry Jonesy, I'll be over at yours in maybe a half hour? I need coffee or I could possibly die.” You chuckled into your phone and though you couldn't see him, you knew he was smiling too. “What do you want?” You asked, swinging your legs out of the blanket and off the bed with a soft grunt.

“You’re the best, y/n.” Ben chuckled into the phone before basically rattling off his usual order, which made you roll your eyes. “Just because I'm not there doesn't mean i can't see you rolling your eyes at me. I know you, y/n/n. How long have we been friends?”

“Since before sliced bread, Jonesy.” You smiled into the phone again pulling on a pair of black denim shorts, while trying to balance the phone on your shoulder. “See you in a bit.” You huffed out and closed the phone before he responded. Changing your sleep shirt for a tank top and grabbing a flannel shirt you were out the door in less than ten minutes.

There was a small coffee shop almost directly between your apartment and Ben’s and the two of you often met up there so when you walked in and they saw you, they repeated your everyday order with a smirk and you shot them the finger guns you usually did and stood off to the side while other people came in. Once your order was up, you blew a kiss to the barista and you walked the next block and pushed the button for Ben’s apartment with your nose until the door buzzed open.

“I don't know why you won't let me help you.” Ben said when you kicked at his door with full hands and a paper bag in your teeth. He took the coffee you handed him and he grabbed the bag from your mouth.

“Strong and independent.” You gave him a wink while you kicked off your old converse walking straight to his couch. “Ok so I'm here, what did you need from me?”

“Oh! I wanted to ask you if you would mind being my plus one!” He seemed excited but also, in normal Ben fashion, shy as hell. “Like for the 6 Underground premiere?” He said slower when he saw your jaw drop.

“I know what premiere, Benjamin. You really think that I'll fit in there huh?” You scoffed, taking a large sip of your coffee, burning your tongue. “I don't know, this is kind of a huge thing isn't it?” Ben rubbed his hand through his hair and sighed, giving you a weak smile.

“I really want you to go though, you haven't been out with me like that since EastEnders and I miss it!” He gave you his best pouty face and you rolled your eyes and sighed at him. “Pleaseeeeee, y/n!” He ran over to the couch and jumped beside you, puffy out his lip and shaking his hands at you. “Pretty pleaseeeeee.” He begged.

“Let me think about it, when is it?”

“Three weeks from tomorrow.”

“Ugh, Jonesy you're killing me.”

The image of your best friend pouting beside you had stuck, which is what brought you here, dress shopping with Ben. You were more of a converse and jeans kind of girl so this was not even close to your scene, but then again neither would a premiere be your scene. He is so lucky that he’s my best friend. You thought to yourself as Ben was flicking his way through rack after rack of fabulous dresses that you never thought you would ever be thinking of wearing. “What are you wearing, Jonesy?” You asked, flipping through a rack of so many colors and sparkles it almost was too bright to look at, you shook your head lightly and moved down the line.

“All black, my stylist says it makes my hair pop?” He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Black would look good on you too! Let’s look for those!” He exclaimed happily grabbing your hand and dragging you through the rows. You tried not to think of the warmth of his hand as you followed him with a giggle. “Oh look at this one!” He asked pulling a long black gown with small flowers on it and a split almost the whole way up the side.

“I don't know about that one, look at this slit!” You whisper-yelled, “You’ll practically be able to see mine!” You whispered the last part, looking around you and Ben let out a laugh so loud that people started looking at the two of you. “I swear to god, Jonesy, stop making people look.” You tried to hide your face but he wrapped his arms around you, chest still rumbling from laughter and he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“You had better get used to it if you're going to this thing with me, y/n/n.”

“Fuck off.” You grumbled but hugged him back none-the-less.

You and Ben had been friends for almost your whole life, and you had tried years and years ago to deny that there was anything more than friendship you were feeling, but Ben had never showed any extra interest in you so you just pushed those aside and basked in the friendship of this sweet boy you grew up with. It had been only a few months ago that he had broken up with his long time girlfriend, and you noticed him being more touchy with you. You had brushed that off as him needing some sort of contact and pushed the feelings away again. This is your best friend, y/n. Get over yourself. You admonished yourself often when Ben would lay his head on your lap during a movie, or like now when he gave you a big hug and a kiss to the forehead, which you used to do a lot when you were younger but that fad had disappeared as you grew up. You and Ben had been through so many things in life together that you would never risk this friendship for some silly crush.

When the two of you broke apart moments later, your face bright red, you dove right back into flipping through the hangers. Finding a simple black lace dress that had next to no poof - the way you like them- your jaw dropped. Seeing your reaction Ben poked his head over your shoulder and gave a small whistle. “If you don't go and try that on right now, I will leave you here.” His breath on the side of your face made you shiver and he chuckled in your ear. “Go try it on, but don't let me see it.” Gently grabbing the hanger, you walked over to the lady behind the desk, and asked for help getting it on. She smiled brightly at you and took you back to the fitting rooms.

“Oh honey, this is your dress.” The saleswoman clapped her hands happily as she zipped you into the gorgeous black dress. “It's like it was made for you! Do you want to show your boyfriend?” She asked with her hands interlaced by her face. You shook your head, unable to speak as you looked into the mirror. This dress was made for me. You ran your hands softly down the fabric as it hugged every curve perfectly, and the plunging neckline made you feel glamorous.

“Oh!” As if just realizing what she said and you turned red again, “He is just my best friend!” The saleswoman gave you a sly smile that said she didn't fully believe you but shrugged and apologized anyways. “He doesn't want to see it yet, he wants both outfits to be a surprise.” You explained as you spun around, looking at your reflection in the mirror with a huge smile. “But this is the one.” She clapped again and began helping you out of it as you nearly vibrated with excitement.

When you walked out holding the dress with great care, Ben saw your smile and pumped his fist lightly. “This is the one.” You beamed at him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you handed over your card to the saleswoman who gave you a small smile.

“She looks beautiful in it.” The woman mock whispered to Ben, shooting you a wink.

“She always does.” Ben smiled down at you and you blushed, quickly pulling your gaze from his face as the woman put your dress in a garment bag and zipped it closed. “Now the fun part, shoes!” He laughed fully again as you rolled your eyes again for the millionth time that day.

Shoe shopping wasn't as bad as you thought it would have been and soon you were back in Ben’s car on the way back to your apartment. “See? Shopping wasn't that bad.” He elbowed you in the side lightly as his eyes flicked back and forth between you and the road. “Now I'm thinking some take out and a movie?”

“Sounds alright to me, bud.” You gave him a small smile and leaned your head against the window, trying to contain your excitement. “Pizza or Chinese?”

“Horror or RomCom?” He questioned back.

“Either pizza and romcom or chinese and horror?”

“How about chinese and romcom so when you laugh there is a chance for a noodle out of the nose again.” He cackled and you smacked him in the chest, laughing with him.

“That was ONE time, can we please move on!” Both of you laughing felt right and you felt more and more the need to keep him as your best friend, butterfly feeling or not. “Pizza and romcom it is!” you brought your fist down on your knee like a gavel, decision made.

“Why can't all women be like you, y/n? In five minutes you decided on not one, but two things.” He shot you a wink, “One of those actually being the answer to the question ‘What do you want for dinner’ I am so proud of you.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he returned the gesture.

Once you were back at the door to your apartment, Ben was on the phone in an instant ordering your pizza with his phone on his shoulder as he leaned down to untie his shoes. Once in the kitchen you pulled the ashtray out from the shelf and set it on the island, knowing that Ben chain smokes when you are together. This was a normal thing, so you went about the usual routine while he thanked the person on the phone, dropping it to the table before pulling out a barstool to sit across from you as you slid him a beer.

“So tell me a little more about what I'm going to have to do next week, Jonesy.” Taking a sip of your beer, you pulled out your pack of marlboros, took one out and slid them across the counter to him, he accepted with a smile. “What is my job?”

“Honestly I just want you there because I miss going to these things with you,” He lit his own cigarette and blew it out of the corner of his mouth. “You don't have to do anything but stand there and look pretty. Take a few pictures with me, and then watch the movie while looking fabulous. That’s really it!” He explained, taking a sip of his beer too.

“What am I supposed to do when they want pictures of you alone? Just stand there awkwardly?” You tried to not seem too worried about it but you knew that he knew you were terrified. Crowds were not really your thing and especially when there will be constant pictures being taken of you, it was nerve wracking and he knew it. When he reached his hand over to yours and touched it gently you automatically looked right to his face.

“Joe and Gwil will be there too, so when I'm needed alone you can just stick around them, you know they love you.” He nodded his head, the gentle look on his face making you feel only slightly better. “Besides, I don't plan on leaving you alone if I can help it. What’s the point in you going with me if I leave you behind somewhere?” He chuckled a little, pulling his hand back and you hated that you instantly missed the warmth and softness of his hands. Pull yourself together.

“Well I guess that doesn't sound all that bad.” You sighed giving him a weak smile. The two of you sat there and polished off your beers and laughing with each other until there was a knock at your door, your pizza was finally here! After all these years it began to be a game between the two of you, who could reach their wallet and the door first, and this time was no different. You both grinned at each other as you both took off towards the door, Ben sticking his leg out to the side as you tumbled onto the couch with a shriek, he cackled loudly as he reached the door. Huffing you got off the couch and stomped your way to the kitchen for another round of beers and napkins, no plates, knowing you will both just eat straight from the box.

The two of you met back in the middle on the couch and ben handed you a box and kept one for himself. “Oh we should have gotten cheese sticks!” smacking yourself in the forehead lightly, Ben smiled at you and handed you a smaller box. “You are seriously the best, Jonesy” You blew him a kiss as you both settled in side by side on the couch and you turned on the movie. You munched happily on your bacon, onion and extra cheese pizza while ben enjoyed his pepperoni and cheese one, both of you offering the other a piece at the same time.

Once you had your fill of the pizza, you carried the boxes to the refrigerator and grabbed the ashtray on the way back through, setting it between you on the cushion. Ben moved it over and once you were settled, he laid down and settled his head in your lap, your hand instinctively going to his hair and he let out a happy sigh. The movie kept playing and you both stayed there, happily enjoying the night.

Before you knew it, it was premiere day and when you rolled over to look at the time, you groaned when you saw that it read 6:25 am, you didn't have to be awake for another three hours. Tossing and turning for a bit longer before you sat up with a huff. Coffee! Coffee! Was the only thing your mind could think of, as you kicked off the blankets and shuffled into the kitchen. Cup of coffee in hand, and a cigarette in the other, you yawned as you kicked on the bathroom light.

Hearing your phone going off and groaning loudly, you set the cup on the bathroom counter and turned on the hot water before you ran to the bedside table where the device sat. Jonesy. “Morning, Jonesy.” You yawned into the phone, getting a grunt in return. “Couldn’t sleep either, bud?” You smiled as you walked back into the bathroom. Ben grunted again and you understood it as an agreement.

“y/n. Are you in the shower?” He suddenly sounded wide awake and you huffed out a laugh.

“Not at the moment, but I was about to get in when you called. Can I call you back in like 20 minutes or did you need to talk?”

“Talk. I may have gone to a few of these but my nerves always get to me beforehand. Wanna go get coffee soon?” You heard him shuffling around on his end and you pictured his morning zombie walk to the kitchen. “What time do your appointments start?” He mumbled through a yawn.

Pulling your hair up into a high bun so it didn't get wet, and switching to speakerphone and setting it on the counter next to your shower. Pulling back the curtain and stepping into the hot water, you let out a soft sound of happiness. You swore you heard Ben choke on whatever he was drinking, but he cleared his throat to cover it. “Back to back hair and nails starting at 10, and yes to the coffee. What about your appointment?”

“Claire is coming over to mine around 12, we need to head out about 3, will you be ready by then?” You could tell he was trying to talk louder so you could hear him over the sound of the water.

“Can I just come to yours to get ready? I'm gonna need help with this dress. I'll try and make it before Claire leaves, I'm sure she would help me.”

“You got it, babe.”

You and Ben met up at the coffee shop about a half hour later, not hanging up until you could see each other down the street, and you both nervously drank multiple cups of coffee, then he offered to drive you to your appointments, to which you happily agreed. Soon your hair was perfect and your nails were a glittery black color to which Ben happily approved of.

“11:15, let’s go grab your things and head back to mine?” He held open the door for you before rushing forward to get the car door as well, “Don't want your nails to get ruined!” He beamed at you sweetly.

Luckily you were super anxious about today, you had already gathered up everything you would need from shoes to earrings stacked neatly in front of the garment bag holding your dress. Squealing softly and gathering your things, you were back in Ben’s car in minutes and on the way back to his apartment. Neither of you spoke on the way back, nerves speaking loud enough for the both of you. When you pulled up to the front of the building a familiar car was parked in front. Joe and Gwil were both bobbing their heads in the front seat, Ben threw himself into the side of the car dramatically and after hugs and hellos, the four of you made your way up the stairs, each of the boys carrying something of yours so your hands were free. (“Gotta protect the nails, y/n.” Ben winked at you.)

Claire had finished putting the final touches on Ben and the boys before coming back the spare bedroom you had taken over. Patting the wall like a drum roll and you opening the bag, she clapped her hands loudly. “Oh y/n! It's beautiful!” She cooed and you grinned happily. Claire was an expert at this, literally her job, so within minutes you were securely in your dress and had just slipped your shoes on while she clasped your necklace. It was a small silver chain that clasped around your neck but fell into your cleavage, shown off by the low cut dress, it was the perfect accessory. “Oh my love, you look so beautiful!” She out both hands on your either of your cheeks and kissed your forehead before touching her forehead to yours. “Let’s go out there and make Benjamin’s jaw drop!” You rolled your eyes, waving your hands at the door, letting the woman go first. She scooted down the hall clapping her hands for the attention of the small group. “Premiere ready for the first time in years, Y/n is back to grace us with her beauty! Ben, keep your eyes closed, Y/n, darling, you too!”

“How am I supposed to walk in these heels with my eyes closed, Claire?” You laughed back and the older woman tossed her hands in the air. With another warning to Ben, Claire walked around the corner where you were patiently waiting and linked your arms with hers. Stepping around the corner with your eyes closed lightly and your steps even lighter, Claire whispered that the boys were blocking ben so you could open your eyes, you were glad you did because you never would have imagined the jaw dropping looks on Joe and Gwil’s faces.

“You look incredible, y/n!” Joe rushed forward and wrapped you in a tight hug, squeezing your eyes closed, before Joe turned you around so you couldn’t see..

“Even more than usual!” Gwil concurred as he came for a hug next.

Then with both boys and Claire standing beside you, Claire cleared her throat. “Benny, you can stop bouncing over there.” She snickered, making you and Ben both chuckle. “You two can turn around now.”

“1. 2. 3.” You and Ben counted out loud together before you both turned around, finally facing each other.

“Holy shit.” You both said in unison, making everyone else make various ‘aww’ sounds.

“Daaaaamn, Jonesy.” You slowly clapped your hands as he gave you a small bow, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You look absolutely beautiful, y/n/n.” He breathed out softly and he swept forward, pulling you in a crushing hug as he lifted you up and spin you around before setting you back down softly. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He whispered so softly you barely heard him, as he held your hand above your head and you giggled and spun around, his eyes trained to the small silver chain on your chest.

“Alright love birds, since Joe and I obviously don't need to be validated ‘cause we know that we look good, it's nearly three, can we get on the road?” Gwil sighed, gesturing towards the door. Neither you or Ben dared to move, neither of you wanting to break whatever spell was cast over this moment. Gwil clapped loudly and your eye contact broke, both of you turned to look at him a little dazed. “You two are going to be insufferable tonight.” He rolled his eyes, making the same gestures much harsher this time. “May we leave now?”

Ben pulled out his pack of marlboros and shoved one in his mouth, your eyes following the movement a little too closely, before his piercing green eyes snapped to yours and he gave you one too. Muttering out a thanks, you blushed when he lifted his arm to you ad you wrapped yours around his, walking out the door before Gwil could snap again.

The four of you had a better conversation once in the car, and it was a lively drive to the event. The boys gave you a beautiful and horrendously dramatic Queen concert on the way. By the time you arrived on location, your eyes were watering from laughter and all of your fear had gone away, but that could have something to do with the fact that Ben hadn’t stopped touching you since you left his place. Knees resting against each other, arms brushing, it sets your skin on fire but you wouldn't change it for the world.

All of your anxiety came back though when you started to hear the shouting of the people on the carpet line. Ben heard it too and he reached for your hand quickly, and you held on tightly. Joe was quick to put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze for comfort. You smiled weakly at him and Gwil smiled at you happily. “Let’s do this folks.” Joe put on a huge grin and hopped towards the line coming out of the door.

Joe and Gwil went ahead of you and Ben but walked slower so they could be close to you, for the exact situation you worried about last week. As soon as your silver strappy shoe hit the carpet, the cameras turned towards you and the flashes began, Ben leaned in and whispered something funny in your ear, making you laugh loudly, and when he pulled away, he just stared at you while the flashing lights went off. People were calling Ben’s name left and right and he smiled wildly in all directions. He was so in his element and he didn't even realize it.

People were shouting questions at you and Ben and Ben smiled and answered as many as he could, including the questions about who you were, but it was like he was purposely avoiding the questions about if you were his girlfriend. You stayed silent, smiling as genuinely as you could when you had a sinking feeling in your heart. Ben wanted you here to dispel the rumors that he was single. Luckily for you, Gwil was at the end of the line and he was beckoning for you and you were just about to shuffle towards him, when you heard the one thing that you had been dreading since the realization hit you.

“Ben, give her a kiss!”

Your eyes shot towards your best friend, knowing the look in his eye. He was so wrapped up in all of this, he was going to do it. You shot Gwil a frantic look and he looked like he was about to step forward and save you but within seconds, Ben’s face was at your ear and he was whispering into your ear, “Trust me.” Suddenly his hand was on the small of your back and he had you in a low dip, shooting the cameras a smirk and he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours gently while the cameras flashed and the crowd cheered. Your heart was somehow in the middle of glowing and breaking and you could feel the brokenness creeping up your throat and when Bens lips left yours, you hated that you missed it. You hated that you came. But most of all, you hated Ben for putting you into this situation blind. Had he just told me I could maybe have played along, but this is just too cruel.

Slowly Ben pulled you back up and you gave him a weak smile, glancing at Gwil and Joe who stood out of the view of the cameras, jaws wide open before Gwil recovered and made an exaggerated smile, pointing to him cheeks. You had to keep the smile up you thought he was trying to convey so you tried your best to give a dazzling smile as you leaned into Ben’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. “That was a dirty trick, Jonesy.” You gave him another smile for the camera and then when as if on cue, they started asking for pictures of just Ben and you quickly took his arm from around your waist and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before waving and giving another huge smile and walked towards Gwil and Joe, the latter still standing with his mouth wide open.

“Close your goddamn mouth Joseph.” You gritted out with a smile still plastered on your face. “I need to go outside.” You directed the second part to Gwil and he nodded his head quickly, putting his hand on your lower back and leading you to the side door.

“Just hold it until we get out there.” Gwil whispered softly in your ear and you nodded furiously, smile still on your face, but as soon as you feet touched the concrete, a sob ripped itself from your chest. You were lucky that Gwilym was there because he was the only one who knew about your girlhood crush on your best friend, and before this moment you regretted telling him, but now you were glad you had someone here who understood how what had just happened affected you. He was quick to wrap you in a tight hug and started shushing in your ear softly.

“This is why he wanted me to come.” You sobbed into his chest, “Why would he do this to me. He has to know by now, Gwil, it's been almost 15 years!” You shouted, pounding your fists against his chest but he tightened his grip and held you closer, rubbing your back. “I'm going to have to see those pictures every time I go online and they will haunt me forever. It’s not like it was our first kiss but it was the first one since we were 14 and I figured out I had a crush.” When you stopped pounding on his chest, Gwil pulled away from you and used his jacket sleeve to dab at your face, still saying silent as he reached for your purse, pulling out your pack of marbs and tapped one out for you. With a shaky hand you took the offered cigarette with a small laugh. “You are a man of few words, Gwilym, and I love that about you.” He smiled back at you brightly but his smile faded quickly when he saw your sour face. “Oh no, now that I've said I love you, now you must go kiss me in front of the entire world.” You sighed, taking a ragged puff of you cigarette and blew it out slowly.

“Oh, y/n, you know he doesn't think about what he does. Ben’s an idiot, and I know this isn't news to you, but you have to understand the headspace he’s into out there, I'm sure this wasn't his plan from the beginning.” Gwil reasoned, but then he closed his eyes tightly like he was remembering something.

“What do you remember?”

“When he and his girlfriend broke up, he told Joe and I that he was gonna ask you to go with him.”

“He asked me three weeks ago, but your telling me that he’s had this planned for months.” Nodding your head and turning your back on Gwil you paced around, shakily smoking through the cigarette.

“Hey, that doesn't mean he had that whole show out there planned this whole time, I'm sure That was spur of the moment.”

“He whispered ‘Trust me’ in my ear right before he did it.” You scoffed, a fresh stream of tears making their way down your face. Gwil reached out and dabbed away the tears before they could make your makeup run down your face. The moment the door opened you turned your back to it and quickly wiping at your face.

“Y/n?” Ben and Joe had walked out at the perfect moment for you to now be embarrassed and angry at the same time. “Are you crying? What happened?” Ben’s voice was full of concern and before you know it you were flipping through emotions like a flip book, sad-angry-embarrassed-furious-heartbroken. When a laugh escaped your lips, Gwil sucked in a breath.

“That was messed up, Benjamin, and you know it.” You turned to face him with anger in your eyes, “You had no right to take advantage of my feelings, and you're a goddamn asshole.” You light another cigarette off the first one and turned your back on him.

“What did I do wrong, y/n? Tell me, you know I hate it when you're upset with me.” Ben took a step towards you, but you moved away quickly, as if his touch would burn you. “Y/n/n, talk to me.” He grabbed your shoulders quickly but gently as he turned you to face him. When a mutinous tear slipped down your face, his hands went from your shoulders to your cupping your face, wiping the tear with him thumb. “The kiss was too much wasn't it?” His eyes got wide and you scoffed at him.

“I know that you know, Jonesy, you may be an idiot but you still know.” Your eyes bore into him and he dropped his head. “See? You know. You knew and you still did that to me in front of everyone.” You gritted out, trying to not let anymore tears slip from your eyes. “You had no right to fuck with me like that.” Your bottom lip was trembling and your voice was hoarse with the effort. “No fucking right.” You stuck your finger in his face.

“You're right, y/n, I did know.” He whispered, looking down at his feet. “I did know, and I did plan it.” He added softly, still not meeting your gaze. You let out a manic laugh and it kept going until you were full out laughing.

“Of course you did.” You patted him on the shoulder and started walking over to a table that was a short distance away. When you heard footsteps following you, you stuck your hand out behind you, then the only sounds you heard were your heels clicking on the pavement.

One Week Later

You sat alone on your couch for the fourth night in a row, you had turned something on but you couldn’t focus enough to remember what it was. Crushing out another cigarette in your already over full ashtray and you curled into the cushions and just stared at the fabric, only breaking your trance when you heard a soft knock at your door. Contemplating ignoring it, you sniffled a bit and walked towards the door. When it opened you saw him. The person you had been avoiding since the premiere. You had stayed there for the rest of the night but you didn't speak to him again, and you hadn’t since.

“Jesus, y/n.” He breathed out and you just shook your head, as if it were as easy to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. “I- uh- Listen-” He stuttered out and you scoffed at him, preparing to close the door in his face but he grabbed the door first and pushed his way into your apartment. He walked close enough to you that as you back up, you slowly backed against the wall, his arms trapping you in. “I had a whole speech planned but I just-”

“Stop, Ben, I can't do this.” Your lip trembled and his eyes softened.

“Fuck the speech.” He whispered out before he crashed his lips into yours harshly, he pulled away for only a second to look straight into your eyes. “I planned it because I love you, y/n.” He kissed you again, softer this time and your eyes shot open wide at his words. “And I,” kiss, “ am so,” kiss, “so fucking sorry.” He let his forehead rest on yours and he stared into your eyes, waiting for a response.

“You are such an asshole, Jonesy.” You chuckled lightly, grabbing his face and peppering it with kisses, he let out the breath he was holding and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Will you let me be your asshole?” He asked gently, you answered only with a nod and pulled him close.

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