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Our newest chapter in Morning Light!! This one's entirely Scar's baby and I'm still amazed at how beautiful she can write so effortlessly

Morning Light

Chapter 3

Remington Leith x female reader

Warnings: vampire stuff? Not heavy gore or anything, just mentions of vampires feeding

Summary: Remington and Y/N meet again

A/N: sorry it took so so long for the next chapter!! Mental health has been failing and both of us have been very busy. This chapter is by me but the fic is a co-written series (check out @cursivetalk!!). this is kind of a filler, but hopefully I'll be writing more often <3 also the image is by the amazing @fedorable-killjoys, thank you!!

“This needs to be fast, I have to meet our fans after the show, thank them for coming,” Remington said, as he guided Y/N backstage to a cement brick corridor. “But I need to talk to you. I need answers.” Remington let go of Y/N’s arm and gently turned her to face him.

“Well, so do I.” Y/N said, in a harsh way, surprising herself and Remington by the bitterness in her voice. 

Remington furrowed his brows, facial expression asking the question without using his voice.

“I don’t-,” she paused for a moment, and huffed. “I don’t remember anything.” She looked away from Remington’s bright eyes, in an attempt to hide what could be seen in her own. “All I know is I was at a ball. And then some time had passed, I don’t know how much, but I woke up in the bed of a kind family who took me in. That’s all I remember. Before all this went down, you were the last thing I remember.” The way Y/N said this was more accusing than statement, causing Remington to raise his eyebrows and defend himself. 

“I’m sorry, are you blaming me? Because all I ever did was try to protect you.” The venom in his voice and protective glare in his eyes proved he was telling the truth. 

A moment of silence. The passion in his voice caused Y/N to wonder if something had happened between them in the time she had lost. 

Remington let out a sharp breath. “And what exactly ‘went down’?” Remington prompted.

“I don’t know. But now I feed. I’m assuming, just like you. Unless there is another way to live centuries without dying that I’m unaware of.”

Remington looked down, and nodded ever so slightly. Ashamed, somehow, despite it not being something he could help. 

“May I ask you something?” Y/N said, quickly before she could lose her nerve.

“Anything,” Remington said, quickly before he could stop himself. 

“I-Do you know anything about what happened to me? It had been… a while, that I don’t remember.”

“Unfortunately I was hoping to ask you where you had been for the last century and a half. I-” I missed you, he thought to himself. But how could he tell a woman he had but one evening with how she stayed in his heart for 166 years? He couldn’t. 

The backstage door flung open and Sebastian strode in. 

“Rem, we have to-” Sebastian stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Y/N. He had spent days looking for the mysterious woman his brother had fallen for, spent years singing songs his brother had written about her. Spent decades trying to block out the memories of that night. 

His face lost all expression as he gazed into Y/N’s eyes. For a second, a memory flashed through her head. A voice. ‘It was you?’. 

Remington looked back and forth. 

“Sebastian, this is Y/N, you might remember her from one of our affairs.” 

“I remember her. And don’t talk 1800s to me, we have well and truly aged past it. Come on, Emerson is facing the fans alone.” 

“OK, gimme a sec,” Remington told his brother, turning around to face Y/N. “Meet me back at this pub, tomorrow night?”

“Ah, yeah, sure! Around 7?” Y/N asked, as Remington got pulled out by Sebastian. 

He was already through the door when Y/N heard him shout “I’ll be here!”

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Y/N had spent the day on autopilot, mind racing. She didn’t eat. She didn’t sleep. But she didn’t need to, she had enough yesterday to get by (the complications of being undead: you need things to live, food and water and sleep, but nowhere near as much as the living). By the time it was 6 o’clock, Y/N was pacing around her bedroom trying to figure out what to wear. 

It was times like this that she really wished she knew another vampire besides the one she was about to see. You can’t easily ask your best friend “what should I wear to see the guy that I met in the 1800s at a ball and I fell in love with then I became a vampire and didn’t see him in over a century?”. Alas, after enough pacing, she found the perfect outfit. All she needed was a little lipgloss and a lot of courage. 

When she got to the bar it was ten to seven. Enough time to panic, but not enough for a full blown panic attack. Her anxiety would just have to wait. She walked into the burgundy room, warm lights providing enough light to see but not much more, though this meant little to a creature of the night. She spotted Remington’s blonde hair immediately, despite the crowd. He was sitting down, knee-bouncing in the corner booth of the bar, obviously trying to calm himself down. Hey, maybe my anxiety and his will get along, Y/N thought with a wry smile. Remington noticed he was caught, and with a small laugh, he walked over to greet Y/N. 

“Hey,” He said. Y/N temporarily forgot words, instead just blinking at him as he went in for a hug. It was somehow cool and warm all at once, a soothing thrill being in his arms. 

“Uh, hi,” she said with a smile. Wow, nice recovery, Y/n. 

“So,” he said, walking back to where he was seated, “what do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t really know where to start. It’s not every day you meet a vampire that you hadn’t seen in over 150 years,” Y/N murmured, careful with her words. 

“166,” Remington blurted, as Y/N used all the care and there was none left for him. “Uh, it’s been 166 years. Since we met. I, um, did the math.” 

“Well, you already know more than me. Everything before… well, I don’t know. But the years after I was turned, and before, are all a blur.” Y/N replied after a moment, trying to remain cool. “Do you, uh, do you have any idea what happened. Did we meet again or something? Because I feel a very strong connection to you but I’m not sure why.”

“No, unfortunately not, though I would have loved to get to know you more back then.”

Do vampires blush? It was a question Y/N had never pondered, nor needed to until that very moment, when she got her answer. Even the undead can turn red with the right situation and person. 

There was a moment of silence full of discomfort, not because of the company but because of the emotion. Y/N put an end to it. 

“I think I’m ready to order. Are you?” 

“Yes, but only if you’ll let me pay.”

A smirk tugged at the corners of Y/N’s lips. How many times Remington replayed that imagine in his mind. 

“Ever the gentleman, my lord,” Y/N teased, returning to the lively person she used to be, and as Remington placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her through to the bar, time seemed to slip. 

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I love love love it!! It's so soft and exactly what I wanted🥺

Well done, you're the best for writing this

Also where can I get a Remington for me? I need that now

Hiiiii!

Are you open for a tiny request, Love? It's cool if you're not but in case you are (and that's entirely too many words there lol), could you do something fluffy with Remington? Like a movie night with lots of cuddles and fun and comfort? I need a hug lol

I also wouldn't say no to some smut but that's your decision

Anyway, you're amazing <3

Love you

OK I'm sorry it took so long!!! Anyway there might be a fluffy smutty part 2 idk :)

Movie Night

Remington Leith x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Summary: Remington and Y/N have a fun movie night

It had been a week. A long week. The kind of long, endless week that had you lying face down on the couch groaning the moment you got home. You wanted your snuggliest PJs, your best friends, boyfriend, movies and some pizza. But people were busy. And there was work to do. And cleaning. And a tonne of other responsibilities falling down onto your shoulders, and you were exhausted.

When your cat came up to give you an affectionate headbutt, you couldn't help but think why couldn't life for humans be as simple as a house cat? You get fed, loved, you play all day and night and do what you want? It was while you were pondering philosophies and cats that you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You frowned. Please don't be anyone important, please don't be stressful, please don't...

Oh. It was your boyfriend, Remington. You shuffled yourself around on the couch, rolling over and barely avoiding tumbling off as you answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N, how are you doing?” Remington's voice was a comforting sound on the other end of the phone.

“I'm good, you??” You shot back immediately, so quick that Remington got suspicious.

“..Riiight, I don't believe that but I'm not gonna push you right now. I'm actually not doing so good,” he said, slowly, “Today has just been shitty, and anyway I was wondering if you're free?”

“Ah, yeah, when?”

“Um, now? It's OK if not, I get that there's a lot going on it's just that, I dunno, I miss you.” His voice was so soft and sweet and you could almost picture him scrunching up his face a little and rubbing the back of his neck. The image melted your heart. How was he so impossibly cute all the time?

“I'm free, and I miss you too, trust me.”

It had been a few weeks since the two of you had seen each other, Remington was busy writing and recording his and his brother's new album, and you were busy with work and family responsibilities. There wasn't much time to see each other, and it was breaking both of your hearts. But you tried not to think about it, you talked every day anyway. But seeing him tonight would definitely revive you.

“So, got any ideas?” you asked, changing the mood to something lighter.

“Would it be OK if I come over? I just feel like staying in, but I also can't stand being away from you any longer, and I really can't handle another hour alone with my brothers.” Remington laughed a little and you smiled without meaning to, only able to imagine the nonsense the boys had gotten up to that day, let alone week.

“'Course! Just, um, give me a few, OK? I'm a bit of a mess at the moment.” You thought of the pile of clothes all around your room and the stack of dishes.

“Aw baby, you know I don't care about any of that, but if it makes you feel better would half an hour be good?”

“Yeah, it should be.” There was silence as the conversation started to end, then you spoke. “Oh! Wait, would it be annoying if I ask you to bring some dinner? I don't have it in me to cook.”

“Sure! What do you feel like?”

“Ah, surprise me, I trust you.” You smiled into the phone and could just about feel him smiling back. He let out a slight laugh of delight and you both said your good byes and got ready.

You had just managed to change into something comfier than your work clothes (after the quick semi-cleaning) when you heard a knock on the door. You smiled, and practically ran to get the door.

“Hey!” A grinning Remington greeted you, with a plastic bag of take-away in one hand, and some flowers in the other. He held out the flowers with a cute little blush.

“Hi- aw! Baby, you didn't have to,” you said, cooing and taking the flowers, a little flustered by how considerate your boyfriend was.

“I don't have to, but I love to,” he said, stepping in the door and towards you with arms open for a hug. “Plus,” he said, arms around your waist “you deserve all the flowers in the world.” There was no time for you to swoon as his lips were already on your for a brief, honey-sweet kiss. When the kiss was over, Remington didn't move, he merely held his forehead against yours, eyes closed, and sighed, drinking in the moment that he had missed for so long. You couldn't help but watch him in awe, biting your lip, then rubbing your nose against his til he opened his eyes to see his favourite smile.

“Come on,” he said, brushing a hand against your cheek but pulling away, “or we'll never make it inside.”

After a few minutes, you both had a plate, stacked high with a few different types of Thai food. You were sitting on the floor in front of the couch, using the coffee table like a dinner table, purely because you could. You were adults, who was gonna say you couldn't? You snuggled up tight next to each other, as you both ate quickly, hungry from a hard week.

When Remington finished his plate he looked over at you. You looked at him. He looked at your plate, then back up to your eyes. And before you could say 'Rem, no' he had already taken the biggest piece of chicken from your plate. You playful whacked his arm and he laughed so hard he nearly choked. The smiles radiated from both of you, even though neither of you were talking.

Eventually, when the silence got too much for you, you turned the TV on and tried to pick a movie. You were browsing Netflix and Remington was browsing your DVD collection when his eyes fell upon “Mamma Mia”. Without saying a word, he started to quietly hum the tune. Then he opened his mouth to keep singing the tune.

“neh neh neh nEEEEH, NE NE NE NE NE,” he sang, now he was facing away from you, one hand holding the DVD as his hands rose to the sides, shaking his hips and doing jazz hands. By the time he finished the intro, he turned around and started full on performing.

“I'VE been cheated by YOU since I don't know when, de de de de da da, de de de de da,” he sang the lyrics as he walked towards you, one leg crossing in front of the other, pointing when he said 'you' and waving his hand. He then gestured to you to sing the next part. You shook your head, so he continued himself. But it was too much for you and you joined him, and in a matter of seconds, the two of you were jumping around the living room, singing to the song that was playing in both your heads, and above all, being absolute idiots. Your cat watched you both, unamused, but you and Remington were having the time of your lives. When you both finished singing you collapsed laughed so hard even though you were trying to catch your breaths.

“So,” Remington said, after calming down a little, “I think I know what we're watching tonight.”

“I think so too,” you said with a cheeking grin, before giving you boyfriend a peck and putting the DVD in the player.

By the time the movie was done, you were curled up into Remington's chest, his arms around you, both of you smiling with slightly sore throats from singing so much. As the credits rolled, he gave you a little peck on the top of your head.

“Thanks for letting me come over, Y/N.” Remington said, grateful for even a moment with you. The comment worried you though, did he want to leave so soon? It's only... Oh. Eleven thirty.

“Do you think you can stay the night?” you asked.

“For you? I'd do pretty much anything.” the smile he gave you warmed your heart, and you lent in for a soft kiss. But the kiss only proved how much you had missed each other, and the soft love turned into a passionate gesture.

The kiss was broken for only a few breaths and the two of you shuffled closer together, entangling your arms around each other as your lips met once more. Remington gently bit your lower lip, causing you to moan and he took this opportunity to explore your mouth while his hands ran through your hair. The heated kiss stopped after a minute to slow gentle kisses while the two of you got your breaths back again. When you opened your eyes Remington had his forehead pressed against yours, looking into your eyes with such adoration and a passionate fire that would never go out. Wordlessly, you stood up, took his hand and walked to your bedroom.

Taglist: @sab-falco @fedorable-killjoys @levyasakura @smiling-girl (again thanks for the request!)

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I LOVE it, someone get me an Andy too please

Love isn't always fair

Andy Biersack x f!reader

Warnings: smut.

Summary: Andy is in love with his best friend and thinks she doesn't feel the same, until a certain concert.

Word Count: 2.1k

The lights flared the Black Veil Brides army jumped and danced like their lives depended on it as CC smashed the drums, Jinxx, Jake and Lonnie going crazy on their guitars and bass. Andy stood centre stage, screaming the lyrics to “Fallen Angels” as the song came to an end, the crowd roaring. The next song that started was one that Andy had been feeling for a long time now. “Love Isn't Always Fair.”

The woman he was in love with was Y/N, not only his close friend, but CC's younger sister. It could never be, and he sang the song with bitter anger. Putting on one hell of a show, Andy belted the lyrics, jumped and strutted around the stage. And as he did so you caught his eye. You stood there, beautiful as always, but instead of dancing around like you did in rehearsals you stood biting your lip, eyes wide as Andy sang the second verse.

You were visibly swooning without meaning to.

Andy decided to make his move, just a little. If need be he could say he was just performing. He just happened to look at you when he smirked, dropped to his knees, lent back a little, hips forward and sang the line that always made you weak at the knees (not that you'd let him know): “you pray for closure baby”. When he lent forward, looked you in the eyes and winked when he said baby. It was all just a coincidence. Yes. Maybe then CC wouldn't be mad and you wouldn't feel uncomfortable if you didn't return his affections. But maybe, just maybe, you liked the way it felt when he looked you in the eyes and sang “baby”.

**Y/N's perspective**

When Andy winked at me during my favourite part of the song I could have passed out. I would've if the moshing crowd wasn't there to keep me upright, the group beside me going particularly crazy when Andy thrust his hips forward and winked.

No. No, he's a friend. He's just a good friend, that's all—who am I kidding I'm in love with the man. He's just... so perfect, with those eyes, that voice, that cute laugh when he did something dumb...

As the concert ended I watched Andy's face falter a little. Something was off. As he left the stage I could practically feel the dark energy rolling off him. What was it? Not anger. There was no reason for jealousy. Guilt? He seemed.. resigned maybe?

I needed to check on him.

**Andy's perspective again**

Andy stormed off stage, hating himself, full of regret. He can't go after you, he'd lose two friends at once, who knows what would happen to the band, and what if he upset you... he couldn't handle the thought. Suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to meet your eyes.

“You OK, Andy?” you asked softly.

Andy wanted to yell. He dreamed of what he would say to you, if he could: “No, Y/N, I'm not okay, because I love you, your beauty, your intelligence, your sense of humour, you. But you'll never be mine. So no. I am not OK.” His mind started to wander into a speech. “And no, don't start singing My Chem, I'm serious. I am not fine because I love you. I need you, so much it hurts every damn day, I'm just a-”

Andy's mental senario got cut off when you cleared your throat and asked him again.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking.” Just a smile, she'll believe me and I'm outta here to calm down. He turned to walk away but your voice stopped him mid-step.

“Yeah, no. I call bullshit. Andy, what's up? You know you can talk to me, always.” you said.

Andy faltered. Maybe now was his chance. He remembered the face he saw in the crowd earlier, you biting your lip, eyes wide and brows furrowed a little. Just maybe he had a chance.

He lifted his hand to brush stray hairs from your face, but clenched his fist and let his arm drop.

“I. I can't, Y/N. Not this time, I- I can't tell you.”

The singer tried once more to walk away but you grabbed his arm and turned him to face you.

“Please. You look like you're hurting. Just talk to me, OK? Maybe I can help, just tell me what's wrong I promise I won't leave, just tel-”

“I'm in love with you!” Andy all but yelled, the words stumbling out of his lips faster than he could stop them. In that moment, you both looked equally shocked to hear Andy say that.

A second of silence was all Andy could bare.

“I should go,” he whispered, and started to walk away. And still in absolute shock you watched him go, begging your legs to run after him but too stunned to move.

Andy walked into his hotel room and unceremoniously dumped himself face down on the bed. He groaned, not at the thump he made when he landed, rebounded and landed again, but at himself. His mind kept replaying the words, the memory, the absolute lack of an response he got. The silence. He groaned again into the hotel pillow.

Meanwhile in a room just down the hall you did the same thing, going splat on the hotel mattress and groaning at yourself. Those words. You couldn't believe it, and with each passing moment you convinced yourself further that it was just a daydream. But what about that wink, the way he sang looking at you...

You had to do something.

You got off the bed, stood up and were about to walk out the door full force when you stopped. You needed to do something first.

With a fresh coat of mascara and lipstick you walked out the door with full force, taking powerful strides up the hall until you got to Andy's door. You were just about to knock when your anxiety got to you again. What were you going to say? You didn't think this far ahead. What if it wasn't his room?

You started pacing the hallway, biting your lip and fidgeting as your worries got the best of you.

For fucks sakes get it together Y/N. If it's not his room just turn and go back to yours. And if it is... Well you'll know what to do once you've knocked.

After slapping some sense into yourself you knocked on Andy's door.

There was no answer.

You knocked again.

You got anxious. Then you realised you could see the light under the door.

You knocked again, angry this time. And when Andy unlocked the door, he looked at you with sad red eyes, sure this was to be the moment where things take a turn for the worse.

“I'm sorry. Please, Y/N, I shouldn't've-”

“I love you too.” You blurted out, before you lost the courage.

Only a second had passed when suddenly Andy's hands were on the small of your back, pulling you inside, shutting the door, hands in your hair and lips on your mouth. He kissed you with the intensity of a man drinking water after days in the desert. His passion was returned and you felt yourself pushed back against the door. You stopped for a moment to take a breath, smiling wide. He smiled back at you for a brief second before kissing you even harder. After a moment Andy wasn't smiling anymore, he was looking at you with a desperate desire he had been hiding for so long.

Kissing him fiercely you both began to lose yourselves against each others lips as the kisses deepened. His hand slid up your chest to hold onto your head, as your own hands tried to take his shirt off. Both of yours were gone in seconds. Andy's lips left a trail of kisses down your neck and you felt yourself breathing heavy. After only a second you pulled Andy's lips back to yours, impatient and needing more of him. His hands trailed down to your butt, and you held tight to him and walked him against a wall, starting to grind your hips against his. Andy groaned and pulled away from the kiss.

“Are you sure you want this, Y/N?” Andy asked, even a gentleman when he was going crazy from the feel of your body against his.

“Yes, I've wanted you for so long.”

Andy only groaned in response, picking you up and pining you against the wall, your legs around his waist. You continued kissing and let out a gasp when Andy's hand began to kneed at your boobs. Of course Andy only used this to deepen the kiss, continuing to explore you by tongue. You grinded yourself against Andy's hand, causing the man to get impossibly harder.

You jumped down and took off Andy's jeans, as he undressed you. But it wasn't long before you were back against the wall, both only wearing your underwear, Andy holding you up again. Andy unclasped your bra and gave a kiss to each breast, causing you to arch your back and moan, all the while grinding against your core. You felt yourself getting closer and wetter, but you needed more. Just then, Andy reached his hand into your panties and began to rub slow, lazy circles around your clit. You whimpered and moaned into his touch.

Andy brought his hand up to your face and pushed to fingers into your mouth, getting your fingers nice and wet. You eagerly sucked, releasing his fingers with a pop. Only a second later Andy pushed those two fingers into your dripping pussy, and you let out the sexiest moan Andy had heard in his life. As he pumped his fingers in and out of you, hearing your whimpers and watching the face you make when you get close, it was all he could do to not explode then and there. Andy started circling you clit faster, while pumping his fingers into you, and combined with the passionate kisses you found yourself cumming quickly, and hard. Andy paused to let you catch your breath, but you just jumped down, giving him a smirk, and fell to your knees, only furthering Andy's excitement. You tugged down his boxers and watched his chest rise and fall as he was breathing harder, desperate for your hands, lips, anything.

You kissed his tip and his head fell back against the wall. You gave little licks around his shaft, enjoying taking your time to taste him, before taking him as far as you could. You swirled your tongue and sucked, pumping what you couldn't take. Within a minute Andy went from biting his lips to breathing heavily, groaning and bucking his hips without meaning to, despite his best efforts.

“I'm... gunna lose control,” he said, hips bucking again. You stopped sucking and both felt and heard him whine, frustrated at the loss of his high.

“Not yet,” you mumbled.

You stood up, and pulled down your panties. Andy watched you in awe, brows raised, trying to calm down his painfully hard cock.

“You really are everything I dreamed and more,” Andy said in a low voice, into your ears.

You positioned yourself to take Andy's cock, and with a look to double check consent, Andy thrust into you all at once. You cried out in pleasure as Andy pounded into you mercilessly, balls deep with every thrust. His heavy breathing and groaning along with your recent orgasm was enough to send you over the edge again. Andy didn't stop, but continued his brutal pace through your orgasm. In only a few minutes Andy was bucking his hips wildly, as he guided you along his dick, groaning and mumbling praises until he came hard, shooting his rope into you. You both rode out the high, giving each other sloppy kisses when your breathing steadied.

Too exhausted for words, you both just laughed a little as you picked up your clothing, looking at the mess you'd made. Andy held your hand and led you to the bathroom, where he cleaned you up with a wash cloth, and you cleaned him. This was different from a moment again. This wasn't desire and passionate instinct, this was soft, caring; Love.

After you were cleaned up, Andy turned off the lights, and the pair of you crawled into his bed. You fell asleep spooning, with Andy kissing your neck softly as you told him you love him.

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Comfort

Kellin Quinn X F!Reader

Word Count: 865

Summary: your day wasn't exactly the best. Kellin comes to the rescue with a Disney marathon

A/N: for my lovely friend @immrbrightsideeee ! Can be read as both platonic and romantic

By the time she got home, Y/N was ready to fall asleep and never wake up again. Everything was better than the thoughts in her mind she desperately wanted to silence.

The door fell shut behind her and her shoes dropped to the ground audibly. She was so damn tired so she ignored the dirty dishes and loaf of bread and fell face first into the sofa. Unfortunately, the thoughts weren't so easily ignored as a few bottles. Voices kept insulting her, pushing her into every direction possible, counting down the mistakes of the day.

The vibrations indicating a call snapped Y/N out of it. For half a breath she was ridiculously happy about the interruption. Until she saw the caller ID. Kellin.

Fuck, they were supposed to go out for their semi monthly dinner today.

Dread climbed her spine as she pressed the green button. "Listen, I'm so sorry-"

"None of that, silly. I cancelled the reservation already. Just lemme in." Kellin's voice was as cheery as ever even through the horrible signal.

As always with him, it took Y/N a moment to catch up with Kellin's words. And even then, they didn't make much sense. "Let you in? What?"

Just then, her doorbell rang.

"You're in for a Disney movie night, whether you like it or not," Kellin stated, the words doubling as Y/N approached the door to open it.

Behind it was Kellin, one arm open for a hug, the other clutching a bag while his phone was tucked between his ear and shoulder. He graced her with the sweetest of his smiles that Y/N never had been able to resist.

Her mood lightened by a few degree already. Kellin's presence was almost always enough to get a smile on her face.

"Hiya, shortcakes," he was speaking softly but with no lack of enthusiasm and pulled her in for a hug.

"You're barely taller than me," she complained into his shoulder, glad to have something to hide the rising tears behind.

It was ridiculous and oversensitive but the unexpected kindness had her close to breaking down completely.

Luckily, Kellin was just awesome enough to feel the emotional disaster coming and herded her into her own apartment with tiny steps backwards while always keeping his arm around her and the bag securely in the other.

Before she knew it, Y/N found herself back on the sofa, this time sitting upright. Kellin was working the DVD player and her tiny TV while she was just watching on. "Kellin, you don't need to-"

"Shut it, and let me take care of you," he told her, the reassuring smile he threw over his shoulder taking out the bite from his words.

Y/N wanted to protest more. She really did. But it felt far too good to be cared for. "...fine."

"Cool, cool." Kellin nodded self satisfied and took a seat next to her, "I ordered take out, it's supposed to be here in about ten minutes. That alright with you?"

Of course it was. Y/N nodded, lulled in by his body warmth that was seeping through her freezing skin. Kellin noticed the oncoming shivers and immediately grabbed for a blanket to drape around her shoulders. Then, he tugged himself underneath it as well and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

Y/N let herself slowly relax into his body, the familiar tunes of Tangled washing like a balmy wave over the raw edges the day had left behind.

Her head tucked itself in the space between his shoulder and neck, legs pulled up underneath herself while they both watched Rapunzel discover her new freedom. The familiarity of all of this had put her mind so much at ease that it took Y/N quite a while to make out what exactly was out of place.

It dawned on her when Kellin came back from the kitchen, the plates stacked neatly in the dishwasher.

"Wait, how did you know that I wouldn't make it?" She wanted to know. That was what was wrong. She hadn't cancelled their plans or even so much as said anything regarding her mental state.

Kellin shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes glued to the TV. "You didn't text me once today, not even a reminder for the time to meet up. I figured you'd wanted to have a night in today then. Was I wrong?"

"No," Y/N amended, not sure whether she should be irritated by his assumptions or touched that he could read her so well. Maybe a bit of both, "thank you."

"It's what I'm here for, huh?" He said and leaned over to nuzzle his face into her cheek playfully.

Y/N laughed softly and nuzzled him back. "You're one of a kind."

"And you love it, Baby!"

That got him a little shove. Kellin kept grinning through it though he went with the movement and gave her some room. Y/N was quick to close it again, her arms thrown over his stomach and her head resting on his shoulder once again. She needed the physical contact.

"Maybe I do," she nodded solemnly, "dork."

"Shut up now, Mother Gothel is being an abusive shit again."

Y/N complied with a smile.

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I'm- I'm literally in tears over here??

I'm so happy for you that you could see them live!! As Scar said, tell us EVERYTHING

Seriously, thank you so much for enjoying this fic, it gives both of us so much energy to keep it going (shout out to Scar at this point for keeping it alive with all her gorgeous words, the last chapter was almost exclusively her baby).

Yay, a new fan we could rope in!

Sorry for jumping on that answer if that was too much, lol

Hi,

Just wanted to thank you and @cursivetalk

Seriously thank you.

Because of the amazing ongoing series that you are both writing - Morning Light. I finally started to listen to Palaye Royale. I mean I've heard of them before and heard snippets of some of there songs. But I kept putting off listening to them, it was 'I'll start listening to them tomorrow' and it never happened. So after I read the first chapter I decided to listen to a few songs of there's and I was hooked. I then watched 'tonight is the night I die' music video and I loved it. One of my favourite songs and music videos of theres at the moment.

Anyway a few days later after all this had happened. I found out they were currently touring and I found out there were going to be touring in the UK. That immediately grabbed my attention so I looked and found that one of locations wasn't a million miles away from me. I did get excited, but I quickly stopped myself getting to excited, just in case the tickets were all sold out. But luckily they weren't and I was able to see them live. Holy shit there were really good. I really can't put into words how much I enjoyed them. As soon as I saw them I wanted to see them again.

So thank you both of you. If it wasn't for your series, I probably wouldn't have started to listen to this amazing band called Palaye Royale until.........much later on.

YOU GOT TO SEE THEM LIVE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!!!! THAT'S AMAZING!!!!!! I'M SO EXCITED AND HAPPY FOR YOU HAHA :DDD

Really though, if anything, thank YOU, for liking our writing so much, for being so supportive and for that mood board (it inspires me to write more). It really makes me so so happy that we've recruited another soldier of the royal council haha, and that someone likes our fic (I don't know about Kat, but I'm very insecure about my writing). Please tell me all about the concert! :D

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I LOVE THIS

Like Vic is there at the perfect time and she's so protective and considering and fierce and owns my whole heart

Knight in Shining Armour

Victoria De Angelis x female reader

Word Count: 2,260

Warnings: sexual assault and harassment, panic attack

Summary: Y/N is harassed at a pub, and Vic steps in to save her. Ending with lots of fluff. Possible part 2

Author's Note: Again, TRIGGER WARNING for anyone out there who this sort of thing concerns, sometimes things get rough and the world is hard, and we only wish that this was how things went instead, but I promise you, you will be OK. I'm here if anyone needs to talk, I'm here.

The pub was warm and comforting as Y/N cradled a cocktail and a broken heart. On nights like this it was better to be surrounded by strangers than alone with your mind. So she grabbed a coat and her purse and left for the pub.

An hour later she was tipsy, and enjoying watching the terrible karaoke. They seemed like they were having fun. Maybe I should give it a go, she thought, before her common sense came back. She was a terrible singer and was there alone, with no friends to share the moment with. It wasn't worth it. The thought stung and she gulped down the rest of her drink. Y/N was asking the bartender for another when a man came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hey, beautiful.” he said. Y/N could smell the beer on his breath and even in her slightly drunk state alarm bells were blaring in her mind.

“uh, hey.” she said with an awkward smile, before looking away and continuing to ask the bartender for a drink.

“What's a woman like you doing here all alone?” he slurred.

Oh hell, are you serious? Does that ever even work, that's like, the stereotypical creep's move.

“I'm waiting for someone.”

“Then please, allow me to wait with you. You know someone as stunning as you should never be left alone. There are all types of people out there.”

People like you?

“uh, thank you?” she said the words slowly as a question.

“Ah, you're welcome sweetheart. Here, your drink's on me.” She gave him a genuine smile at that, as she needed a lot more alcohol and didn't have the money to ignore the offer.

By then Y/N was sitting on a stool with the stranger sitting uncomfortably close. She was trying to think of a way to say 'fuck off' without angering him, scared at what he might do, when he spoke up first.

“You know,” he said, leaning in like he was telling a secret, “I think I've been waiting for someone like you to show up all night.” his smile was that of a cat who just got the cream, as though he had already won, and he wobbled slightly. “And I think that we could be something,” at that point he started to slide his hand up Y/N's knee, to her thigh “you know, for the right price. I have already bought you a drink, so don't play too hard for me.”

Y/N was so scared, disturbed and shocked that she couldn't move. She wanted to punch him, cry, scream and throw up all at the same time, but she sat there, frozen with his hand on her thigh and his breath in her face for a moment until another stranger came to join the conversation.

“Ah, I'm sorry I'm so late baby, I was stuck in traffic and th--” a beautiful blonde girl with an Italian accent said, giving Y/N a hug and stopping mid sentence when she saw the man's hand up Y/N's dress. “Excuse me but what the fuck do you think you're doing??” She asked in a raised voice, gathering the attention of many people in the pub.

“I, uh, I was just,” the Creep stumbled.

“Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend before I call the cops and put your creepy, perverted ass in jail for assault,” she all but yelled, full of fury. The man was too shocked to move. So the blonde grabbed his arm and ripped it away. “I said now. Get out.” No movement. “I said, get the fuck out.” At that the man finally moved, both embarrassed at getting caught and yelled at by a woman, also too drunk to pick a target so hard to get.

“I'm so so sorry about that, are you OK??” the woman was now standing in front of the stool the creep was on, one hand gently on Y/N's shoulder, and looking her in the eyes with deep concern.

No response.

The woman moved her hand.

Y/N had no idea how to respond. What the fuck just happened? Who was this beautiful angel? Definitely the most attractive woman Y/N had ever seen, with a small frame, short blonde hair and a mischievous smile that suited her fiery rage.

“I'm sorry, you probably need a minute,” she said, and sat down.

“I, um, well, uh,” y/n laughed a little bit at herself for how tongue tied she were. This absolute goddess of a woman was sitting in front of her, after just saving her from—she shivered at the thought of what might have been and went back to reality. “I'm sorry I'm just a little spacey. Thank you, for what you did just then. I don't know what would've happened but I'm glad it didn't. Yeah, thank you, really.” Y/N babbled.

“Hey, it's totally fine, I'm sorry I didn't stop him sooner. That looked,” the woman looked away in thought then back at Y/N's eyes, “awful.” Y/N's only response was to nod.

“I'm Vic,” the blonde said, and held out her hand.

“Y/N,” y/n said, gently taking her hand.

It wasn't until Y/N went to smooth out her skirt that the reality set in. Tears sprang to her eyes and she tried to excuse herself without her voice shaking to go and cry in the bathroom. Though she was unsuccessful, her voice shaking and betraying her as she grabbed her purse and stumbled over to the woman's bathroom. Surprisingly empty, Y/N let herself fall against the wall and shake, crying and hyperventilating.

The panic attack was building fast and Y/N sank to the floor of the bathroom as Vic opened the door, coming in and locking it behind them. She walked over to y/n and went to hug her before realising this was a bad idea. Instead, without a word, she grabbed a toilet roll, and sat down next to Y/N, close enough for comfort but far enough for it as well.

“I, I can't breathe,” y/n gasped for air as the panic attack took hold. Sirens in her head, voices yelling horrible things, mind replaying what happened, and the feeling of absolute disgust as she began to rub her leg, shaking on the floor of the bathroom.

“Hey, hey, it's OK, listen to me, OK? Breath. Just breath Y/N.” Vic said in a slow and calm voice before taking deep breaths herself, loudly, and encouraging y/n to follow. “In and out, okay? In and out.”

A few minutes and an eternity later, the panic attack had subsided. All that remained were the endless tears and y/n felt disgusting, rubbing at her leg with her dress as if that would make it all go away.

“Hey, don't do that, okay?” Vic said when she noticed how hard she was rubbing. “Do you want a hug, or would that make it worse?” Vic asked. It was the first time someone had ever asked y/n something so considerate, and she only cried harder, and nodded as she sobbed.

Vic kept her arms high around y/n's back and gave gentle strokes along her hair. “Shh, shh,” was all she said. The pair stayed there, an uncomfortable pile of tears on the cold tiles of the woman's bathroom until Y/N stopped crying, and was breathing normally. With all the strength she had left, Y/N untangled herself from Vic, put on a brave face and stood up.

“I'm sorry,” she said, wiping away the remaining tears, “You shouldn't have to deal with that. I'm such a mess.”

“Look at me, you did nothing wrong. I've been there before, and I am not going to leave anyone to suffer alone. No one should go through that. I'm sorry.”

Y/N was dumbfounded, and laughed a little, unsure what to say or do.

“I, uh, I should probably go home now, huh?” She asked.

“Yeah, probably,” Vic said with a laugh and a not unkind smile. “How did you get here?”

“I wa-” Y/N stopped mid sentence. No way in hell was she walking home alone. “I walked.” She looked up into Vic's eyes for a brief second before looking away again. “It's fine I can just get a taxi or something, I'm a bit drunk anyway.”

“No, no, let me take you home,” Vic said, before realising she should take it down a notch given the situation. “If you would like.”

“That'd be nice, please. If you don't mind.”

By the time they got to Y/N's place she was feeling a lot better, though still on edge and a bit drunk. There was just something about Vic's presence that was so comforting Y/N never wanted her to leave, and familiar too. I probably recognise her from one of Tina's parties, she thought.

The two women stood at Y/N's doorstep awkwardly for a minute.

“Well, ah, I guess I should let you go,” Vic said. “Do you think I could maybe get your number? You're a really interesting person and I'd love to get to know you more.” The smile on her face made Y/N weak at the knees.

“Yeah, yeah of course!” wow, way to play it cool, Y/N, she thought. They switched phones and put their numbers in each others phones. It was only as she read 'Vic de Angelis :)' on her contacts that she realised where she knew the blonde from.

“Holy shit!” she said, eyes wide, before looking up at Vic “You're part of my favourite band how the fuck did I not recognise you?” The second the words left her mouth Y/N died of embarrassment, cringing so hard she couldn't even apologise.

“Haha, well thank you so much for liking our music.” Vic's beautiful voice replied.

“I'm sorry I'm being weird.”

“No no, you are perfetta.” she replied.

Silence took over once more before a thought jumped out at Vic.“Y/N?” she asked.

“Yes?” Y/N replied, trying not to think of how beautiful her name sounded from Vic's lips.

“Do you have any friends in the area that can stay the night with you? Being alone doesn't seem like a great idea.”

“No, most of my friends live a while away, and it's late, I don't want to bug them. I'll be fine.” She said, telling herself as much as she was telling Vic.

“Are you sure?”

“No.” Y/N said, without missing a beat (or thinking, for that matter), earning a laugh from the bassist, resulting in y/n smiling herself.

A moment went by and the wind blew, sending a shiver down Y/N.

“I know this may sound weird and you are more than welcome to tell me to get lost, but would you like me to stay over? I know how bad it can get when you are left alone with your thoughts after,” she paused for a moment, considering her words, “a panic attack like that.”

“I would like that but I don't want to be a burden or anything, you're probably really busy.”

“I'm not busy, and there is no burden. Would you like me to stay over?”

There was no way in hell Y/N would say no to that.

Y/N felt better after a shower; less filthy, though what happened was nothing she could wash off, the hot soapy water soothed her. She sat down with Vic and the two of them ate chocolates. The minutes turned to hours and laughter turned to abs of steel as the pair talked until 4 am, sharing stories of all kinds that slowly became deeper until their eyelids were so heavy they had to think to keep them open.

Only when the Sun began to rise Vic and Y/N stopped talking and singing to the songs playing from her phone that they decided to go to bed. Drawing the curtains and stumbling around, Y/N found a baggy shirt and some shorts for the bassist to sleep in—far more comfortable than her current outfit—and searched for spare blankets, but couldn't find any in her sleep deprived state.

“Um,” Y/N squeaked, voice high pitched with anxiety.

“What?” Vic said, entirely blunt.

“I can't find any blankets and it's cold and I'm not gonna leave you on the couch without a blanket.”

“Oookay?” Vic responded, feeling she knew what Y/N was going to say.

“Do you want to, um, share a bed with me?”

“Sure! I can sleep entirely across the bed or upside down if it makes you more comfortable.” Vic said, voice mumbling as she fought a valiant battle against sleepiness.

The two girls climbed into the bed and tried to sleep, but as Y/N was drifting off the memory came back to her mind and she tensed her whole body, jolting.

“Hey, are you OK?” Vic asked, full of concern.

“Yeah, I just. I don't know. I just feel like.. I don't know. I'm just feeling like I'm drifting away or something. I'm scared to sleep.” Y/N admitted.

“Here,” Vic said as she shuffled over to hold Y/N in her arms. “Is this OK?”

Y/N nearly started to cry at the kindness this stranger had shown her. She's not a stranger though, not now. Y/N nodded in response and turned out so they were spooning. And the girls fell softly asleep like that.

Taglist: @smiling-girl @sab-falco @levyasakura please let me know if I forgot someone or you don't want to be on the taglist or I made a mistake!

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Pay Attention To Me

Remington Leith X Fem!Reader

Requested by: @immrbrightsideeee

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (be safe!)

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You're bored and a little horny. Really, you just want Remington's attention

A/N: hope that's what you wanted, Love<3 I must admit, I had quite some fun with this one. Also unedited because I'm writing and posting right before I'm going to bed, sorry if the ending is a bit abrupt, I got impatient lol

"Hello there hot stuff," Y/N slithered around the corner, caught herself on the door frame to the living room with the piano and waggled her eyebrows, "come here often?"

Remington snorted and turned around on the stool. "I might with such a gorgeous- holy fuck."

The last part of the sentence was due to her attire. Or well, the fact that it was missing completely. Y/N was leaning against the frame now, arms crossed under her exposed boobs, pushing them upwards.

To be frank, she had been quite horny for a while now. At first, she had just waited for Remington to take a break and come looking for his girlfriend and maybe get a little fuck in between.

When that didn't happen, she had resorted to doomscrolling and somehow landed on the prank of filming your partner while surprising them naked. It seemed to work for the couples in the clips so Y/N figured that she could give it a try (minus the filming of course).

It seemed that it worked quite well. Judging on the size of Remington's eyes at least. He was taking his sweet time, just staring at her naked form, eyes travelling up legs, over her stomach, lingered on her boobs and then up to her face. She could almost feel it like he was running his hands over her skin, his gaze so intense.

"You're just gonna sit and stare?" Y/N prompted, her skin prickly and aching to be touched.

That finally shook the singer out of his stupor and spurred him into action.

Faster than she could follow with her eyes, Remington had her pressed against the cold wooden frame, the rough fabric of his jeans pushing at the sensitive skin of her thighs. His eyebrows were knitted together but a smile danced around the corners of his mouth. "You tease."

"Just the way you like-" it was her time to be interrupted now, though Remington had even more convincing ways to do so.

His lips were pushing against hers demandingly, open mouthed from the very start. Not that his hands were patient either. They roamed over her sides, around her back, pushing her closer, ghosting over her skin and never quite touching.

Y/N groaned into the kiss, half desire, half impatience. She darted out her tongue, meeting Remington's in a wet slide and arched into every caress.

For a while, Remington allowed for her to push and move closer into every touch that coaxed him for more. He even followed her obvious demand and took her breasts into his hands, massaged them and pinched first one then both of her nipples.

The rough treatment made her moan once more and Y/N could feel the wetness gathering between her legs already. Remington did as well as he pushed his right knee in between her thighs, pinning her in place. She knew she was dripping on his jeans and there was no way to stop it. The thought alone made her even hotter.

"So fucking wet already, Sugar," Remington mumbled in between two kisses.

Barely a heartbeat later, a long finger had found her clit. Y/N's knees almost gave out from the unexpected jolt of pleasure that his action sent through her core.

Her head lolled to the side while Remington started to draw tantalisingly slow circles on her clit, occasionally dipping down to run across her slit but never resting in one place. His lips nibbed at her jaw, trailed lower to her exposed throat and breathed against her neck. She shivered.

"You're so beautiful like this, writhing under me, already so desperate," he whispered, lowly; Remington's voice had pitched down into that rough grumble she knew he only for when turned on immensely.

The more surprising it came when all movements stopped at once.

For a few beats, the only sound was Y/N's laboured breaths and Remington's smirk as he looked down at her, still fully clothed, his hair a mess.

And then, just as fast as he had stopped, Remington dived back in. The kiss was almost bruising with how much lust, how much desire he put into it.

It was also distracting enough, that Y/N only realised that she was being picked up when her legs were already locked firmly around Remington's waist, her pussy making a mess against the front of his jeans. She couldn't help but thrust her hips into him, seeking the friction.

An ice cold surface under her ass jolted her out of her pleasure infused brain long enough to take a gasping breath.

Remington had sat her down on top of the piano. His shirt had gone lost on the way somewhere and he was in the process of opening his jeans when Y/N closed the gap between them again, attempting to catch him by surprise.

It didn't work quite like that but it certainly caught his attention. While Remington was reclaiming the dominance in their kiss with little bites at her lower lip and one hand coming up to twist her right nipple. She gasped into the kiss which gave him time to lower his head and start sucking on the very same nipple.

By the time Remington had gotten rid of his jeans and underwear, Y/N was practically trembling. His hands and mouth had never once stopped kneading her breasts and teasing her pussy even while undressing.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk," he promised hotly, mouth just inches from hers, "feel you cum for me over and over as long as you can take."

The mere thought made her shiver. Remington fucking her to the brink of overstimulation, feeling him unbearably deep inside of her, exposed under his intense gaze, knowing that he would take care of her.

Remington followed his promises with actions immediately, the blunt tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. Y/N raised her hips in invitation and grabbed his hair at the same time.

With one long thrust, he pushed inside of her, her legs coming up to wrap around his hips to push him deeper, go faster. She needed him to go faster or she might just die.

Luckily, Remington picked up on it and didn't waist time with waiting. He knew that she would be able to take him so he started to build a rhythm immediately.

The first few strokes were controlled and slow, driving her mad with desire. Y/N dug her fingers into his scalp, panting. "Come on."

"As you wish," Remington was breathing faster too which made her ridiculously proud and turned her on to no end.

And then he started really fucking her. Quick, forceful strokes that sent sparks of pleasure down her spine to her core and made her toes curl.

After a while, kissing became too messy so Remington started mouthing at her throat again while Y/N was determined to suck at least one hickey into his shoulder. While she wasn't moaning of course.

Suddenly, his mouth closed around one of her nipples again, sucking, biting, and two strong fingers were drawing circles on her clit.

"C'mon, Sugar, cum for me," Remington moaned, the rasp in his voice making her impossibly wetter.

The combined forces of his hands, his mouth and his cock pushed her faster to an orgasm than she had thought possible. Every thrust, every push on the bundle of nerves was almost too much.

Remington's angle changed just a little bit and Y/N came screaming. For a few blinks, she could have sworn that the world had narrow down on just the two of us, just his cock buried so deeply inside of her, pushing right against that one spot until she couldn't breathe anymore. Her pussy was convulsing violently around his cock and she could feel him cumming as well after a handful of more strokes, her own orgasm forcing him into his.

"That enough attention for you?" Remington asked, panting.

They had been all but lying on top of the piano, trying to regain their breath when he had decided that he had to be the one on top in their conversation as well. For now, Y/N didn't really care. She was feeling far too good right now.

She also knew that they weren't done yet.

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Morning Light

Chapter 2

Remington Leith x female reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of people as food (not cannibalism, just vampires)

Summary: After a century and a half Y/N stumbles across a band called Palaye Royale and recognises the singer

A/N: this is made with the lovely @cursivetalk (please check out her fics they're amazing!!). Multi chapter vampire fic that we are currently working on. The next chapter will be posted by @cursivetalk. Hope you enjoy!!

Cobblestone path. Small green bushes. Fog. A sharp pain. Blood. A voice echoing “How could you?”...

Gasping for breath she opened her eyes and sat up. Calm down, Y/N, she told herself. It was only a dream… Right?

Her breathing slowed but she was too alert to go back to sleep. Padding her way to the kitchen, she left the lights off as she turned the kettle on, watching the first streaks of the sun’s trail through the sky, casting a dim light before the dawn. As she watched the steam floating high she subconsciously repressed memories from several lifetimes ago.

Y/N was a vampire. She had been for roughly two centuries. She just didn’t know how or why. One does not simply wake up a vampire, after all. Yet her memories betrayed her. The last thing she remembered was a ball. A beautiful ball at a sandstone manor, with warm lights, and a man; next she was drinking soup with a lady with a bright smile and her husband and daughter, wearing borrowed clothes and thanking them for their hospitality. She got the feeling that a long time had passed between the memories.

She sighed and poured herself a morning cup of *drink you like* and took a few sips with her eyes closed, drinking in the warmth of the liquid and the peace of the sunrise. It would be a long day, maybe, but she had lived a long time. What was one more day?

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She arrived at school early, and huffed as she plonked herself down at her desk, preparing papers for the student’s history lesson. Learning about the first world war. It turns out it was much easier to teach history when you lived through it. And what better job option was there for a vampire?

The bell rang and the students filed in, asking questions, joking, eating, and struggling to stay conscious at the obscene hours they’re expected to learn. Y/N’s class was famous in the school for being relaxed and yet difficult. She knew each of her students and about their lives, how to help them best, and because of this her class was always getting high grades with minimum effort, while pushing for the students to know the right facts (even when there was no documentation to prove her arguments, just memories of another time). The hours passed, students slipped in and out and a million trees were slaughtered by hand-outs. But at the end of the day, she was once again exhausted.

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After a boring yet somewhat stressful day of work,Y/N felt the need to go out. To not go back to her empty home again, to have someone more to talk to than her cat, Mr Fizzles. At least feel a bit less alone in this eternity. But it was hard to make friends with creatures you consume, that are so fragile and may perish after mere decades...

So she walked along the brick path, smelling the autumn air and feeling the cool breeze tickle her skin. She pulled her jacket tighter around her as she walked, but stopped as she smelt the faint smell of garlic bread. Against the fictional rules, garlic did absolutely nothing to vampires, it just made this particular vampire hungry (being undead was complicated, needing a diet of food and blood to stay alive. And vampire lore was often wrong. Sunlight only made them sick, the intensity of which depended on the brightness, the vampire and the amount of time they were in the sunlight. It was all something Y/N could never understand). She followed the scent for a while, but stopped short of the pub. There, taped to a streetlamp was a sign for a concert. Palaye Royale. Interesting name for a band, she thought. There was something familiar about the singer, but she couldn’t put her finger on it in the dim lighting and black and white print out.

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166.

That was the number of years it had been since Remington met Y/N. He knew her for all of a night, but thought of her everyday for one hundred and sixty six years. Those y/c eyes. That cheeky smirk. That voice, like an angel singing.

Every damn day he tried not to think of her. Every day he failed. It had been over 150 years, there was no way she could be alive… Well. There was one way. But he would never want that for her. Either fate would be horrid and it became too painful to think of her any more. Remington knew that she was gone. He’d never see her again. Yet his love did not die with her.

The stage lights were bright, beaming down on him and his brothers, and Remington sang his heart out, performing for the audience, healing his soul as he sang “Stay” from their latest album. How he felt towards Y/N.

He was screaming the lyrics out, moving wildly, the crowd singing along with him. Up there on the stage, the agony lessened, and he could smile with his brothers, with his unknown family in the crowd. Maybe he didn’t have the woman he loved. But he had the soldiers of the royal council. That could be enough.

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Following a gut feeling, Y/N had bought tickets for the band that had caught her eye. Picked up her favourite clothes from the floor, made sure to be entirely sated and went into the crowd of people.

It turned out to be a good decision, she decided by the third song. The melody of the current one was hauntingly beautiful, slower than the first few ones but still uniquely theirs. The singer was pronouncing every word like they came from the very depths of his heart, carrying a weight that was too old for that young body. He sang about the fear of losing somebody, the desperate need for someone to stay, the very fear that had lived with Y/N ever since she woke up scared and alone.

And right then, in the middle of the crowd of dancing people, Y/N had a flash of an entirely different evening and at the same time the splitting image of this one.

A young man's smile, playfully directed at her while he swirled her around. Her own laughter rang in her ears as she felt the pull of gravity on her dress. The pull of mortality on her human body, the pull towards her dance partner.

Y/N shook her head to get back to the present. These flashes had become less and less over time. Why now?

"This song was about someone I knew a long time ago," the singer announced into the short pause of the show. His voice was unexpectedly soft, vulnerable even, so unfitting for the situation.

The following words didn't even reach Y/N. This voice. Now that he had started talking, she recognised it. A half forgotten joke, a flirtatious smile and a warm coat drifted up from the fog that was her brain.

There was no mistaking in it. Y/N knew the singer from another life.

At the same time that she realised that, she could feel eyes on her. The singer stopped short in his words, of his gaze locked onto her. He must have recognised her, Y/N knew that with the same certainty that she knew him as a handsome lord.

It took a few starts but then, the band was performing again and Y/N could do nothing but wait out until it was finished. Her world had just shifted to a new axis and she wasn't sure if she liked it.

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“Wait.” A voice called from inside the hall. Remington. “Please.” he said, softly. Without calling her name, she knew he was talking to her. Y/N turned and looked into a pair of eyes she hadn’t seen in two centuries.

He walked up to her quickly, merging through the crowd and saying hello to a few fans on his way. But when he got within a few meters of her he stopped. What was he supposed to say to the woman that has lingered in his every dream since they met? Perhaps she didn’t remember him. But

if so, why did she wait?

“I know you.” Y/N said, head cocked to the side slightly.

“Is that really you?” His voice was barely above a whisper, talking more to himself, frightened and lost in thought.

His hopeful eyes turned dark.

“How--no. No. Who did this to you?” His demanded, voice like steel, yet full of concern and warmth.

Remington’s hands were on her arms, gently squeezing. Her breath caught and he followed her eyes down, removing his hands.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Forgive me.” He said, slipping back to his old manners and words, bowing his head slightly without a second thought.

“It’s fine.” Y/N replied, stopping herself from slipping back in time as well. “I-”

The crowd was starting to pay more and more attention to the pair, wondering who the mystery girl was with their favourite singer.

“Backstage, now.” Remington spoke the words as a command, but his eyes asked the gentle question. Y/N gave a slight nod, and suddenly Remington’s hand was on the small of her back, escorting her backstage as he had once escorted her to the dance floor of a ball.

Taglist: @fandomfoodiedancer @fedorable-killjoys @sab-falco

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GORGEOUS!!

this was technically supposed to be remington leith, but i’ll admit it doenst look like him anymore

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So beautiful! You caught exactly the vibe we were going for, thank you for this mood board!!

Your fic 'Morning Light' inspired me to make this aesthetic.

I will be honest I had trouble finding pics of just Remington on his own, with hair like the pic in your fic.

But I did enjoy reading this and may have listened to there song 'Tonight is the night I die' while making it.

@remingtonisleithal and @cursivetalk

Masterlist

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can you do a ray toro smut?? like hes rlly rough, and has a thing for thighs. his thighs or the readers either or :) (fem reader if possible ty)

Of course! I'm so sorry that this took so long and I hope you don't mind that I chose a different format than usually. I really hope that I could incorporate the prompt in the right way; that was my first smut request

Here ya go:

Bed Activities

Ray Toro X F!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: smut, a bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex (be smart kids), a little on the rougher side I guess

Summary: you spend a lovely morning with your boyfriend

A/N: as always unedited because I'm me and please ignore the title I can't think of anything better

when Ray wants to have some fun with you, he likes to take his time

but sometimes he just can't refuse the tease of a good morning fuck

especially when he knows you have a hard day ahead of you

you're just waking up when you feel his hands on your thighs

they're not moving too much, just kneading the skin and opening your legs

neither of you is wearing more than underpants, the only piece of clothing you bothered to pull on after last night

"so soft baby" he whispers into your ear

his voice is so rough and deep from sleep

shudders run down your back and you roll on your back, stretching like a cat

Ray is right on top of you, his weight pressing you in the sheets

you feel a little weak between the mattress and his body, held in place and waiting for the things to come but it's okay because you trust him

your only warning is the almost predator like grin on Ray's face before he leans down for a bruising kiss

there is love in it but also a dominance that would have made your knees buckle if you weren't lying down already

while his left hand is pinning your hands over your body, his right hand is kneading your thigh

tweaking and twisting the sensitive flesh just shy of where you really want him to touch you

but God does this feel good too

Ray's knees are right between your legs, keeping them open and leaving you feel exposed and eager for his next actions

you attempt to reach up for him to thread your fingers through his hair, pull his head a little lower, to deepen the kiss a little more

Ray won't have it and keeps you right there

so you arch your body up, desperate for more skin on skin

when you get it, it's like lightning in your bloodstream

even after so many nights with him

his naked chest pressing down on your boobs, pressing down on the sensitive skin

you gasp into the kiss which allows Ray to push his tongue even deeper into your mouth, licking and nibbling on everything he can sink his teeth into

just for a teasingly slow moment though

then Ray is pulling away, moving up on his knees and staring down at you

your hair is a mess and you're panting already from his kisses

and Ray is grinning, his cheeks flushed and his eyes darker than usually

"I'm gonna fuck you good, baby"

all you can do is moan incoherently

the hand that has been teasing you finally moves the two inches where you want it to be

your panties are soaked and Ray can feel it

you see the exact moment he realises

his pupils dilute and his mouth comes back down on yours

now the kiss feels almost like a claiming, breath hot and lips rough

you are far from complaining

the fingers inside your panties are pushing with intent along your hole, dipping inside once and spreading your wetness all over

he lets go of your lips and kisses his way over your jaw to your ear

"so wet for me Y/N" he mumbles against it and takes your earlobe between his teeth

at the same time that he bites down on it, he presses two fingers inside of you

the sound that leaves you makes you feel grateful that you don't have neighbors behind the next wall

he's keeping up a quick pace right from the beginning, long fingers reaching deep inside of you and fucking you open

"so tight around my fingers, you're gonna feel so good on my cock"

every word sends another wave of pleasure into your core and you push back into the strokes

when he feels your pussy clenching down on his fingers, Ray pulls them out abruptly, taking your panties on the way

you whine in protest and free your hands to pull him back

Ray is faster

before you can do anything about it, he is back between your legs, the blunt tip of his cock resting on your entrance

naturally, you try to persuade him to use it accordingly but he moves away from your hips

"desperate, are we?"

the smirk is both in his voice and on his face while a sheen of sweat is making a few loose locks stick to his head

finally, you can push your fingers into them and tug all you want

"just fuck me already"

"if that's what you want Darling"

and with one long stroke he pushes inside

this time, he gives you a moment to adjust to his size

when he's sure you okay, he starts moving again

at first, Ray holds himself back just a little, his strokes controlled but forceful

until you dig your nails into his back and your lips locked on his neck

then, he starts fucking you in earnest, his hips snapping into yours in an erratic rhythm

you can only gasp at the sudden change

without another warning, Ray breaks the kiss, leans up and wraps both of his hands under your thighs, lifting you up from the bed just a little bit

his fingernails, scrape over your skin, just under where he is fucking you

the different angle means also that with the next thrust, Ray hits directly against your g-spot

next thing you know is white hot pleasure making you impossibly more wet and clench down hard

you know that you won't last long if he keeps this rhythm up and you want to tell him so

but then, Ray suddenly presses down on your clit as well

you haven't even noticed his hand moving until he's drawing urgent circles over the bundle of nerves

it kicks you right over the edge into a forceful orgasm

your whole body tenses while your pussy is clenching and unclenching rhythmically around Ray's cock that is still keeping up his relentless pace

he fucks you straight through your orgasm and the aftershocks and doesn't give you anytime to recover

you whine, temporarily overtaken by overstimulation

"can you give me one more? Can you come again for me baby?"

Ray is whispering into your ear again while his hips are moving steadily and his hands are holding your legs wrapped around him

you know you can, you can feel it building up again already

so you nod and push back again

his fingers come back to your clit, pressing and coaxing while his cock pushes impossibly deeper

now the strokes come more erratically, telling you that he is close as well

he's panting now, mouth trailing wet open mouthed kisses all along your neck and jaw

a handful of thrusts later, you can feel him swell inside of you, pulsing and filling you up

the feeling of Ray coming inside of you, his mouth on your skin and his hands roaming all over you make you lose it again

you ride out your orgasms, strokes slow and lazy now until Ray all but collapses on top of you

you don't mind much, too exhausted to protest

you're panting and you can feel Ray's galloping heartbeat against your own so you push until he rolls off of you to give you room to breathe

"fucking hell"

"you're welcome"

opposing to his cocky voice, there is a soft smile on Ray's face as he turns and pulls you right back against him

So you bite back the snarky retort and give in to the satisfied sleepiness

a few more minutes probably won't hurt

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Taglist: @immrbrightsideeee

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This nearly made me cry, I'm so honoured that our fic inspired you!

I'm with Scar on this, do what is easiest for you<3

Hi,

After reading the your and @cursivetalk fic morning light. I re-read it a few times and couldn't get it out of my head. So I thought about doing making something inspired by the fic. So if I may, could I share it with both of you?

If ok do you wish me to send via ask or do you wish me to just tag you both in it?

Bye

Wow I'm truly honoured that our fic inspired you!! Thank you!! I personally don't mind how you send it, but I think tagging us could be easier on you, but I honestly don't know or mind. :D

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Ajdkxkskamxkx, I love this!! The dialogue is so sweet and funny and all the descriptions- (no not just the smut though that was awesome too) I really really liked the campfire atmosphere too<3

I just need some air

Remington x female reader

Warnings: smut, I guess it's semi public?, handjob, morally iffy (both parties a bit tipsy and Remington is young here)

Word Count: 2.7k oof

Summary: At an outdoor party celebrating the birth of Palaye Royale, Remington gets turned on and runs into the bushes to cool down, but Y/N follows him. (Apologies for the bad description)

A/N: I'm actually pretty proud of this one, I edited it and everything XD also this is the best pic I've got even though it's not right for the time period

Sparks flew high into the fading sky from the fire you and your friends had going in the middle of the forest. You were celebrating Palaye Royale, the new and improved Kropp Circle, and this was the perfect way to do it. Friends told dumb stories as they drank beer and whisky in the safety of the trees, away from the prying eyes of adults and the law. A game was being played, a mix between spin the bottle, truth or dare and never have I ever was being played and everyone was a little drunk. The evening was cold but everyone was warm from the fire, alcohol and laughter.

Sebastian had just finished his dare (singing “We are the Champions' as loudly and terribly as possible into an empty bottle) and flopped down next to his brother Remington, leaning on him a little, resulting in Remington shoving him.

“All right, all right,” Sebastian took a moment to gather the attention of everyone before spinning the bottle. It landed right on you. “Ooooo, looks like it's Y/N's turn!! Truth or dare?”

“Truth?” You answered, not wanting to do a rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody.

“Will you just get the balls to tell him to his face?”

Half the people there were confused as to what the hell Seb was on about, but the other half gave smug smiles and cheers of encouragement. He was clearly talking of your massive crush on his brother next to him, Remington.

“Well, yes, maybe one day I will have the courage. Thanks for asking.” You respond, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“That's not what I meant and you know it. I mean,” He stood up on a tree stump for dramatic effect, voice booming in a silly manner, “Dearest Y/N, would you please announce the name of the man which has the honour of your affection.” He gestured and wobbled a bit, causing everyone to laugh including him.

“OK, well the answer is... No. I'll drink instead.” You replied, regretting it already as the drink of choice was a weird mix of alcohol and fizzy drinks in the form of a shot.

“You're drinking anyway that's no fun!” Your best friend Katy yelled at you. You gave her a face that made her laugh, both of you knowing full well that devil's piss drink and your Midori are entirely different flavours.

“Yeah and the rules are you drink if you don't do the dare either,” Remington said, compelling you to ask the nerve-racking question.

“OK. What's my dare?”

Sebastian looked at you with a cheshire cat smile, then looked at Remington and winked. Confused, you turned to face him and saw his face turn red.

“WELL,” he said, fully enjoying being the entertainer of the night, “I dare YOU... to... take off your shirt.”

“What?!” You object.

“What?” He returned. “I was gonna say show us your tits but I thought that would be rude.”

Any other time you would have been a little insulted, maybe blush at his brash attitude but instead you laughed. The drinks in your system made you happily tipsy, but still able to think clearly. You knew this was risky but you also trusted everyone there. They were all your friends, all nice, and you'd gotten changed in front of more than half of them anyway. And it's not like you were gonna be naked.

“You know what? Fine. I'll do it. But my top is going back on in a bit.” You said with a stern look that went against the mischief in your eyes.

You looked at Remington briefly as you sat up straighter. His eyes were wide and face red, like he was trying to contain himself. No, that's just the alcohol messing with your brain, he's just your friend. No matter how much you want more.

You pulled your top off to loud cheering and whistles from your mates, girls and boys both alike in dickery. You felt a little insecure about how you looked, but also knew that slouching over would just push your boobs over your bra further and you could not take that risk. So you sat with your arms around your stomach, shoulders back and t-shirt on the ground.

You couldn't hear it past everyone else but Remington was breathing heavily.

Daylight savings meant it was 9 o'clock as silhouettes replaced the sun, the dull glow against black trees seeming all the more beautiful with your friends next to you. By this point your t-shirt was still off and others were missing theirs, chips were getting eaten and people were talking with filthy minds and mouths.

“Gah, you're making me horny you bartards,” Katy slurred, and you giggled as she swayed to the music someone was playing.

“You don't get to complain little miss 'I have a boyfriend and we fuck all day and night',” you said back, brutally burning your friend. She erupted in giggles and just nodded.

“As apposed to you, the desperate and the lonely,” this caused multiple people to start going 'ooo', but you knew it was just in good fun, but the lonely comment did hurt more than you'd like to admit. So you focused on the desperate part instead

“Well yeah! I mean we've literally just been talking about sex and kinks for hours and you expect me to not wanna jump the guy behind a tree right now?” you returned.

“'The guy'?” She asked. “C'mon ya wuss, just admit it, he's literally sitting here right now.” All those with the sobriety to look around and start to think either agreed with Katy or looked confused.

“Katy, don't.”

“Just say it! He likes you back, OK?” She jumped up to her feet, wobbled a little and shouted “Y/N LOVES YOU, R- AH!!” Her sentence was never finished as you tackled her to the ground. Instead of either of you apologising, she giggled and you grabbed the nearest bottle and chugged, wishing you hadn't sobered up a while ago. Then you realised someone was missing.

“Hey where did Rem go?” You asked no one in particular.

“Ah I think 'e went that way,” Seb said, “just rushed off now.”

You got worried. What moron runs off into the forest alone at this hour? The darkness was quickly enveloping the grounds and it was getting hard to see. You started to jog a little, being careful and fast, trying to find Remington, until you tripped over a tree root.

“Y/N!” Remington yelled, and suddenly he was at your side. “You OK, what are you doing out here?”

“I'm fine,” you said, taking his outstretched hand and trying not to melt under the light touch. “I was worried about you, you disappeared.” You wrapped your arms around him to give him a hug and felt something hard. You let go.

He looked around awkwardly, rubbing his arm.

“Uh, yeah, I just uh, needed some air.”

You looked at him.

He looked at you.

You blinked.

He cringed.

“Please, please just forget I said that. Just things were getting pretty intense back there and I didn't wanna, you know, get a boner, in front of everyone.” he admitted, looking at you with pleading eyes that you could only see in the dark due to his proximity. “Guess I thought I'd just come here and uh...chill.”

“Well I'm not gonna leave you in the middle of the woods at near dark alone.” You said and lent against the tree beside you, entirely missing the point. You stood there for a minute, sipping from the bottle you didn't realise you were still holding. You gestured to Remington. He took a sharp breath that sent you heart racing as he took the bottle, gently brushing your fingertips and putting his lips where yours once were. You looked up at him, watching as he swallowed the drink, trying not to let your mind wander. His eyes glittered in the moonlight as he passed the bottle back to you. Without thinking you ignored the bottle, just reached up to brush some hair out of his face, playing with it a little. You blamed the drinks but it wasn't alcohol which had you intoxicated at that point. His eyes fluttered shut as your hand brushed his cheek, eyes opening immediately when your hand was gone. He subconsciously bit his lip.

You were both too scared to say anything, and although the yearning was written across your faces, the moment died as you looked away.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't've done that, didn't mean to make it weird.” you mumbled.

“Y/N, I'm the one who ran out to the woods cause he got a hard on, you're not the one making it weird.” Remington said with a laugh and a blush, not entirely meaning to say that out loud, liquid courage taking control.

The comment sent shivers down your spine and more than butterflies to your stomach. Remington mistook the shiver for the cold and immediately shimmied out of his leather jacket.

“Here,” he said in the softest voice. “Lemme just...” He put the jacket around your shoulders, ending with both his arms on either side of your head, arms lingering a little longer than was friendly. You snuggled into the jacket, comforted by his smell.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Awkward silence.

“Hey, are you, um, ready to go back?” You asked, trying to be polite and also trying to push the sinful thoughts from your head.

“Ah, actually, no.” He rubbed the back of his neck and cringed a bit, cheeks heated.

“That thing takes a long time to go down huh?” You laughed, and so did he. The laughter broke the tension and awkwardness and you felt compelled to keep joking. “Well me and my boobs out must be making it hard on you, I do have that effect on men.” You said jokingly, striking a funny pose. Only kidding, you expected a laugh and an eye roll.

But what you got was Remington saying “Well yeah, kinda.”

It was a moment for your brain to compute before you said “Wait, seriously?”

You weren't sure if you were dreaming or drank more than you thought.

“Um, yes? I- um, I mean, well I, uh,” Remington stumbled over his words adorably, before taking a swig from the bottle and coming clean. “OK I guess it's time to be honest. Y/N, I like you, like I really like you, and I have for the longest time. Hell I got so worked up and jealous when you were talking about that guy that I had to leave and-”

“Remi, that guy is you.”

“Me? Wait, what?” The shock was evident in Remington's voice and hope was written across his face.

“Yeah. I really like you, I mean, you're just,” you wiggled your arms in an odd gesture, face pleading to understand before giving up, instead putting your hands on either side of his face and bringing your lips to his.

After you crashed your lips against his you pulled away to check you hadn't done the wrong thing. But Remington only smiled put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. The kiss was slow and passionate, as he explored your mouth with such soft love that it took your breath away. As you stood there kissing, the kisses heated up, becoming fiery and fierce. It felt like a dam wall had been broken, and your love and lust was spilling out. His hand started to rub on your back and you pulled him impossibly closer, before breaking away for a gulp of air.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours and you went a little weak at the knees. He opened his eyes and stared into yours, breathing hard, absolutely mesmerised by your being. You could do nothing but smile as Remington laughed in delight and kissed again. Your bodies came flush against each other, you could feel his erection, and Remington grunted. You pulled away.

“Sorry, did I do something wrong??” you asked, concerned.

“No no, it's just that I, uh, I've kind of been hard for like an hour? It just, kinda, hurts.”

Pause.

“Can... Can I, uh, help with that?” you asked, not wanting to cross any borders and make him uncomfortable.

Words failed him, all he did was raise his eye brows and make noises that sounded like 'yeah' as he nodded.

“Kay, tell me if I do something wrong, I haven't really done this before.”

You backed Remington up against a tree and kept kissing him, his hands in your hair, your hands wandering down his chest. You began to rub your palm against the bulge of his skinny jeans and he let out a breathy moan into your mouth. He gently bit your lower lip and you whimpered slightly, determined to keep your composure (what you had left of it). You pulled away to kiss his neck, hands never stopping as you tugged his hair lightly with one hand, and palmed him through his jeans with the other.

Remington was starting to let out louder moans, trying to keep quiet, biting his lip hard and desperately trying to make himself last longer. He'd be damned if he let himself lose it in an instance, he wanted this to last forever. You started to mark him with light hickeys under his ear and he moaned loudly as you found his weak spot.

“Please,” he begged, his voice no more than a whisper. You looked him in the eyes and he looked away, face red, embarrassed by his situation but desperate to finish.

“OK baby,” you said with a reassuring smile. You undid his jeans and pushed his underwear down just enough to reveal his hard on. You covered a whimper as you bit your lip, breathing hard. Fuck you were so turned on. You were living out something you had dreamed of. You reached down and grabbed his shaft tightly forcing Remington to let out a loud groan, and slap his hand over his mouth. You smirk and kissed him to keep him quiet as your hands worked him.

“Y/N, I'm- I'm gonna,” He all but asked, whispering through hard breaths. He looked you in the eyes and you kissed him fiercely, shifting so he could release into a bush rather than your clothes. You began to leave more hickeys on his neck as you pumped him fast and in a matter of seconds, Remington was coming hard into your hands; hips bucking wildly, one hand holding onto yours to keep it in place without thought, head pushed back against the tree, face screwed up in pleasure. A stream of cum shot out into the bushes and Remington came down from his high, stopping his movement as he began to catch his breath. His eyes fluttered open and he bit his lip, cheeks turning a red you couldn't see in the dark. He was too nervous to speak, worried he might've fucked things up somehow.

“I... Fuck.” Was all you could say, earning you a laugh from a spent Remington. “Well that was hot.”

You both stood around for a minute a little awkwardly, unsure what to do now. Remington adjusted his pants, did up his fly and, unsure what to do with the cum on your hands, you gave it an experimental lick. Seeing Remington's eyes go wide you licked it off your hand entirely, leaving him turned on. He tried to push the thoughts out of his head though, unable to afford getting hard again.

“So uh, I guess you probably want to go back now, huh?” he asked shyly.

“Oh Rem, now I'm the one who needs a minute to calm down,” you said with a smile as he laughed, shaking his head.

“I can always help with that.” He said with a knowing smirk.

Taglist: @smiling-girl @sab-falco @levyasakura I'm not really sure who wants to be tagged for what sorry.

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Okay babe, that's so HOT my face might be melting off a little bit It was a bad idea to read that with my family in the room...

Ronnie smut

I'm not even going to dignify this with a title, it's honestly some of my worst work. But here I am, publishing it because I'd rather put it out there and die a little on the inside once and for all than every time I got to my writing folder. I'm kinda ashamed of this but I also am not going to let hours of work die, and there aren't enough ronnie fics out there. Just please don't judge me

Warnings: this is basically plotless smut. Low key bdsm I guess?

Summary: pwp, Ronnie and Y/N meet at a bar and get it on

Pairing: Ronnie Radke x fem reader

Word Count: 2k

The music boomed so loudly she could barely hear a thing. The crowd moved in time to the music, hips swaying, arms pumping, screaming out to the lyrics of the song playing in the dark, crowded club. Coloured lights occasionally flashed across the dance floor as people cheered and grinded against each other. Wiping sweat off her face, Y/N nudged her way through the crowd to get to the bar. She was about to shout to the bar tender (it was the only way to be heard) when she felt a hand on her arm to get her attention. She looked up to see the eyes of one of her favourite singers; Ronnie Radke.

"What're you drinking, gorgeous?" he asked, looking her up and down. Y/N wanted to roll her eyes at the ridiculousness of the pick-up, but she couldn't. Unfortunately, she had the biggest crush on the singer, despite his infamous and ways. It was clear he knew he could have her at any moment, and his confidence annoyed her to know end, even worse was the fact that he was right.

"Canadian club, or hoping to." She hinted boldly, brave from the drinks in her system and the music pounding through the air. At this, Ronnie asked the bartender for two and paid for both.

"Cheers." He said with a wink, both of them pushing their cans together. His eyes never left hers while he sipped his drink, and she fought a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"My name's-"

"Ronnie Radke. I know." Y/N interrupted, mentally kicking herself. Wow, that was smooth, he's definitely going to be into me now I sound like a creepy fan, she thought. But Ronnie just laughed and looked down bashfully (something Y/N had never thought she'd see in her life, judging by his stage persona).

There was an awkward pause as Y/N's vaguely tipsy and fangirling brain malfunctioned.

"And you are...?" Ronnie asked slowly.

"Right, sorry. Y/N." she replied.

"Y/N," he said with a smile. "Beautiful."

Y/N smiled, sipping her drink, and trying to think of something to say when one of her favourite songs started to play.

"No fucking way," she said, as 'Raised by Wolves' by Falling In Reverse started to play, causing Ronnie to laugh. "I love this song!! You sound absolutely amazing, by the way. I've got to admit, I'm a bit of a fan, if you didn't notice already." Y/N said with a giggle, because what's the harm in a little truth? Her laughter shouldn't have affected Ronnie the way it did.

"Yeah, I try my best. Thank you, that's very kind."

Then Y/N got an idea, one she would never let herself live down if she had the opportunity but didn't go for it.

"Would you, ah, maybe," awkward pause. Speak, Y/N, speak! "want to-"

"Dance with me?" Ronnie filled in. "It's not really my thing, but I guess I could try.,” His eyes turned darker, lustful and mischievous all at once as he spoke, “For you.”

He took Y/N's hand and led her to the middle of the floor. The crowd squeezed, making them get closer, closer, closer so they couldn't dance, only vaguely grind. The crowd shifted and Y/N lost Ronnie, but My Chemical Romance blasted from the speakers and she couldn't stop herself from dancing, she would find the singer later. 'Planetary Go' would and would always be a priority in Y/N's heart. Right now she just needed to jump, shake and sing. The song ended, merging into another, and Y/N caught her breath, looking around for Ronnie.

She turned to the bar, and a pair of piercing brown eyes were watching her. Ronnie's eyes were filled with lust, and he was biting his lip. When their eyes met, he paused for a moment, then walked toward her, fast paces, pushing through the crowd to get to her with sure strides. Without a second to lose he put an arm around her waist, landing on the small of her back, and brushed hair out of Y/N's face. Y/N's mouth parted subconsciously and Ronnie pulled her in for a rough kiss, full passion and desire. He walked backward, pulling her along with him, before breaking the kiss. He moved closer (something Y/N thought impossible) and whispered in her ear "Wanna go some place?" in such a low voice that her knees went weak. Words failed Y/N and she could do nothing but nod. Ronnie smirked.

"C'mon, babe. Let's get out of here." he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the crowd.

Out on the street, the music was still so loud the pair could feel the vibrations on the pavement.

"I'm staying at a hotel a couple minutes away, if you want to go there?" Ronnie suggested.

"Hell yes."

"Eager, are we?"

"Are you kidding me? You're sexy as hell, an amazing singer, and wanting to fuck me. Yes I am eager."

Y/N's bold words got Ronnie's full attention. After a low chuckle his lips were on hers, and he was moaning into her mouth. Best. Day. Ever, were the last coherent words Y/N was able to think before Ronnie's lips were on her neck, hands reaching down to her ass. She was enjoying the moment so much she forgot she was outside until her eyes snapped open after a rush of wind.

"Fuck it, back inside." Ronnie said, and the two hurried back into the club, dashing to the bathroom. The room was surprisingly hygienic, and against all odds there was no queue of women waiting for the bathroom, so Ronnie and Y/N just pushed the door shut, locking it behind them.

"Still good?" Ronnie asked.

"Yeah." Y/N replied, pushing a surprised Ronnie against the bathroom door and kissing him hard. It took him a moment for the shock to wear off, and he flipped them so Y/N was against the wall.

"I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow, baby." Ronnie practically growled, pulling Y/N's shirt over her head, and practically ripping her bra off. He kissed her, open mouthed, and suddenly pinched her nipple, causing her to gasp into his mouth. Ronnie kissed down her neck and started to suck and bite Y/N's nipple, squeezing her other boob roughly before switching sides.

"Just fuck me already Ronnie." Y/N said, feeling the wetness in her pants and tightness in her stomach get too much, pleasure building impossibly quickly without a sign of relief. But Ronnie just stood up, and looked her in the eye.

"Not yet, darling," he leaned in further "I'm gonna take my time with you."

It was a good thing Ronnie had Y/N trapped against the wall because she could have collapsed from hearing that. He ever so slowly pushed her pencil skirt up and around her waist with one hand, holding her arms up above her head with the other. Their heavy breathing mixed together, and Y/N (as much as she could) went in for another heated kiss. The kiss was full of fire as Ronnie pushed himself flush against Y/N, groaning at the suddenness of his hips against hers.

Ronnie was about to pull Y/N's underwear off when she said "wait."

"What?" he asked, worried he did something wrong (not that he'd ever admit it).

"You're wearing too many clothes." Y/N pointed out, and immediately the pair pulled Ronnie's leather jacket and shirt off.

Kissing continued, Y/N got more confident and reached down to palm Ronnie's dick through his jeans, earning a groan from the singer and into a heated kiss. Ronnie started to kiss her neck again, then tits, stomach, until he was on his knees, slowly pulling her underwear down. The moment they were around her ankles, Ronnie pushed her legs apart and began to devour Y/N, licking from her hole to her clit, then licking in circles, causing obscene moans to come out of her mouth. He pushed a finger into her and she all but screamed, not even trying to be quiet as the music would cover up their moans. He added another and began to pump in and out, curling his fingers and skilfully drawing fast circles with his tongue on her clit. Y/N could feel the pit in her stomach and felt herself getting closer. But Ronnie knew pulled away, standing up.

"No no," she whined, feeling empty without his fingers inside her "please, I need to cum."

"Na-ah, not yet." he replied, with a teasing smirk.

"Please, please Ronnie I'll do anything."

"Well now that is an offer I cannot refuse." Ronnie teased, and gently lowered Y/N onto her knees. Without a second thought she pulled his jeans and boxer down and began working him with her hands. He was already hard, leaking precum and she rubbed it around his tip. Ronnie groaned and leaned against the wall. Y/N kissed the tip of his dick before giving little licks around his shaft.

"Damn stop teasing me." Ronnie demanded, but Y/N just laughed.

"I will when you will."

"It seems you've forgotten who's boss, honey." Ronnie said sharply, causing Y/N to take in a deep breath, feeling the wetness pooling and dripping down her legs.

"I'll be good. Promise." she said, before starting to suck him off. Y/N hollowed her cheeks, and took him as deep into her throat as she could, moaning at the taste of him, using her hands to rub the rest.

"Fuck," Ronnie mumbled under his breath, before involuntarily bucking his hips. He took the sign and pulled Y/N back by her impromptu ponytail. "Stand up."

Ronnie picked Y/N up and pushed her against the wall, her legs wrapping around him subconsciously. There was a moment where they just looked into each other's eyes in silent communication before Ronnie pushed in full force, making both of the moan loudly.

"Holy shit you're so tight."

"Nugh." was all Y/N managed to say. The sting of the stretch faded to a light pain that only turned her on more. With a nod, Ronnie started pounding into her, hard and fast, causing Y/N to curse. After several minutes of aching to cum, Ronnie pulled out and ordered her against the counter. He bent her over the marbled counter and she hissed at the cold contact against her hard nipples. Without warning or hesitation, Ronnie pushed into her again, and didn't give her time to adjust before bucking his hips wildly, pushing himself closer to orgasm.

"Fuck, Ronnie, touch me." Y/N begged, and Ronnie's dick twitched inside her, hitting her g-spot. She was turned on so wildly by his dominant antics, desperate to cum. Ronnie reached down to rub her clit in fast and vicious circles. The contact sent her screaming for mercy, calling his name as she came hard, pussy clenching and seeing stars. Ronnie didn't stopped, but fucked her through her orgasm, overstimulating her (which turned her on to no end) until he gave a few sloppy thrusts and came into her, groaning and swearing, hips bucking wildly. Y/N had never had sex without a condom before, and the feeling of Ronnie cumming into her pushed her further over the edge. The two stayed like that for a while until their breathing patterns calmed down and their vision returned.

There was a knock against the door and Ronnie pulled out. Each of them got dressed, and walked out to a cheering gathered crowd and some girls wiggling waiting for the bathroom.

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They walked out of the club, and Ronnie called a taxi for Y/N, and got into one himself. Before she could ask for his number, he got in a taxi and sped off, winking goodbye.

Frowning, Y/N got into her taxi and shoved her hands in her pocket. There was her keys, phone, tissue, paper... wait. What paper? She pulled it out to reveal a number, with '-R, x' next to it. Ronnie's number. Her favourite singer's phone number. The singer she just fucked in her favourite club's bathroom. What a night this had been.

Taglist: @smiling-girl @sab-falco I'm sorry I'm not really sure who to tag with this

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Bookstore Date

Sebastian Danzig X F!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You and Sebastian are shopping when you see a cute little bookstore and drag him inside

A/N: I know it's not my best work and it's a little bit rushed but I thought it was cute so here you go (plus I wrote it very sleep deprived)

Walking through the streets with a bag full of clothes on my left hand and Sebastian on my right hand was really how I pictured paradise. It didn't really matter what was in the bag on the left to be honest, what mattered was Sebastian next to me.

Shopping was a bonus though. And my boyfriend liked to treat me. Right now, he was telling me about their newest song idea while I was swinging our interlocked hands between us. "And then we add this awesome solo right in the middle of it and it'll look so badass when Remington starts singing in the music video, I swear."

"Wait, you've got a concept already?" I interrupted his flow of words. That was news to me, the last time the Kropp brothers had had a writing session at our place, there had been just the most vague ideas. Well, to be perfectly honest, I went to bed like three hours before them so it was entirely possible that they came up with much more in that period of time. But still.

Sebastian looked at me like I had grown a second head. I had to tug him to the left as a bike shot past us. "Babe, have you met Emerson? That kid has it all played out in his head from the very first chord."

Okay, that was true. The youngest was simultaneously the most creative one of the three and that meant a lot. His art was beautiful and just like the good big brother and boyfriend Sebastian was, the first big gift he had given me had been a set of jewelry crafted after a design of Emerson and based on what Sebastian had picked up as my style. It was the most beautiful thing someone had ever given to me and I wore the set almost daily.

I just wanted to express my agreement when a bookstore came into view. Sebastian, already predicting my next words, smiled knowingly and turned our steps into its direction.

I just hoped that my eyes weren't glowing too obviously. One of these days, some innocent passerby would stop us if I kept staring at shops like that. "Can we go in there?"

"Sure, baby," Sebastian agreed with the voice of a man who knew that he needed to find an alternative occupation for the next hour.

Inside the shop, I made a beeline for the back where I recognized my favourite genre by the covers of the books. Sebastian, always the supportive boyfriend, had wisely grabbed my bags before they could fall to the ground. My hands flew over the titles almost by themselves as I absorbed the beauty of each of them.

For the next hour or two, I walked back and forth between Sebastian sitting on a chair in the corner, his phone in his hands (from what I could see he was scrolling through fanart), and the bookshelves. A table was placed conveniently next to the chair so I collected a good stack of books next to my boyfriend.

Occasionally, I had to share my excitement by shoving the book in question under his nose. "Read that synopsis! Doesn't that sound cool? And the cover is so gorgeous!"

"It really is," Sebastian agreed with a soft smile, his head tilted back to look up at me standing over him, vibrating in excitement, "I'm not gonna see you tonight apart from you getting some snacks, am I?"

"Nope," I told him gleefully and skipped off again.

If I thought about it, I really had the perfect boyfriend. Someone else would probably be showing their boredom or even annoyance at me ignoring them for stacks of paper. But not Sebastian. He was always smiling even though I was sure that he was bored to death and wanted to go home. Still, he let me run around the shop and reacted with appropriate words to whatever I picked up. All of the sudden, I was close to tears.

"Baby?" Sebastian's eyebrows were furrowed and he leaned out of the seat to get a better look at me, "you okay there? Is the sequel not out yet?"

I shook my head to get the sentimental thoughts out. God, I loved this man but should I tell him just now? Wasn't that supposed to be, like, romantic? Plus, we weren't a couple that long, just about two months. Eh, now or never. "I love you."

That sure got me his full attention. For a really long moment, Sebastian just stared at me, eyes wide open in surprise. He even fell back into the seat. I started to play with the corners of the book edges (a sure sign of how nervous I was, in my right mind, I would never do something as sacrilegious as intentionally scratching at a book).

"Uhm," Sebastian finally made a noise. It didn't sound too happy though. Alright, it wasn't that hard to fake your own death, right? I sure read enough to be able to.

And then there was one hand on my back and another on my cheek. Perplexed, I looked up, right into Sebastian's blue eyes. His mouth was turned up in a smile.

Oh thank God.

Then, he kissed me.

And boy, did that kiss have energy. Hot and intense, his mouth met mine, his fingers splayed out protectively on my cheek. I sighed into it and nibbled at Sebastian's bottom lip. It was short though, far too short for my liking.

Sebastian full on grinned now. "For the record, I love you too."

"I kinda got that," I attempted to smirk arrogantly but couldn't really get my mouth to comply. It was still tingling from the kiss and my mind was far too preoccupied with his words. Even though there had never really been a thing to be worried about. Insecurities, yay.

"Are you taking all these?" Sebastian pointed at the stack of at least ten books, effectively ruining the mood.

I gave him my best puppy eyes. "I'll pay them myself, I promise."

"Babe, I'll buy you all the books you want," Sebastian didn't seem to get that smile off of his face either. His arm fell on my waist in a familiar move and he pulled me into his side as if he was scared that I would run to get more books (which was kind of smart). With a wink, he added, "as long as you give me at least half an hour of your attention back home."

"Half an hour?" I raised one eyebrow at the perfectly schooled innocent look on Sebastian's face, "what do you exactly want to do in that time?"

Sebastian blinked slowly and grabbed the stack with his free arm. Simultaneously, he guided us to the register.

"I guess you'll have to wait and see."

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Taglist: @immrbrightsideeee

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Hi,

Me again, sorry.

Just wondered if you had any Palaye Royale fic recs?

No need to apologize dear! I have to admit that I'm writing more in this community than reading myself but I do have a few recommendations for ya:

Good night's sleep By @the-world-is-spinning-round

Cookie dough for breakfast by @written-on-the-trees

And of course the entire masterlist of my girl @remingtonisleithal

Also I just remembered that I still have a Sebastian fic in the drafts so I'm gonna post that one now

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Hiiiiiiiiiiii,

Just saw the ask you sent me and I'll be honest I just started blushing. Also I I'm sorry but when ever someone sends me a ask like yours, I immediately become very awkward. I'm not sure what to say, sorry.

I really did enjoy reading your fics, there were definitely binge worthy.

Hope you have a good weekend.

No worries Love, I get it, I almost never know what to say when someone compliments me lol

I can just repeat myself but I'm so so happy that you like everything so much to take time out of your day to comment, love you<3