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infranuz · 1 year

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“ MY GF’S FAMOUS ” — tokyo revenger headcanons ( x fem )

where tokyorev boys s/o is a kpop idol,, female reader,, draken, mikey, baji, mitsuya, chifuyu ,, modern au

— IVE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS FOR SO LONG, just thinking abt it always had me thinking of ideas to how they would all have their kpop idol s/o im so glad to finally be writing this <3

warnings;; none I think (hopefully..) most likely bad spelling and a lot of grammar mistakes (not proofread bc it’s late and I’m too sleepy,, hopefully everything is right tho..)

ryuguji ken “draken”

surprisingly he actually knows a thing or two about kpop and idols. Was surprised to see you pop up on tv when he stayed over with Mikey because Emma actually likes ur group. “Woah Ken-chin!! isn’t that [name]??” Draken seriously had to double check to see if it was actually you.

When you actually told him you were a kpop idol he kissed your forehead and said “I know” so proudly. Believe it or not he brags about it to his friends “my girlfriend is a kpop idol, you should stream their music!!”

ALSO he once dragged you along to a party (mitsuyas bday party) and everyone was there, when I tell you hakkai froze and almost fainted at the sight of you. #3 biggest and supporter right there (according to draken) you had to kind of step out for a second with draken before hakkai had a heart attack.

still he was so happy to meet you (his bias btw..) many congratulations and nice to meet you’s from him.

at some point paparazzi actually noticed you with him out on a date (thankfully they didn’t get to snap any pictures) draken dragged you out of the park as fast as he could covering you with his hoodie. he protects you from paparazzi you can’t tell me otherwise <3

BONUS: whenever he hears your songs pop up on the radio (no matter where he is) he turns it all the way up. If anyone is around him he recommends your unit to them. “They’re really good specially [name]!!” (Of course he also looks up to your group members he just likes to brag about you a lot <33)

sano manjiro “mikey”

Once again,, surprisingly knows what kpop is all because of his sister. (I’m telling you Emma is a kpop Stan u can’t tell me otherwise) when he actually gets into your music he’s hooked

He would steal Emma’s photocard collection of you or pretty much anything with your face or name on it. Wouldn’t even feel guilty abt it, not one bit “she’s my gf I think that’s enough explanation!!” “WELL I BOUGHT IT SO ITS MINE” yeah they would both argue until you actually gave Emma new signed merch

MOVIE NIGHTS WITH HIM AND HIS SISTER and many Shinichiro.. you can’t tell me otherwise. You guys would have pop corn and snacks before watching the movie all while having your groups music playing on the background (supportive bf I love him <;3)

He hates paparazzi sm, I feel like he would be really jealous of other people taking pictures of you specially when you’re just trying to have a nice time at some cafe. Anytime paparazzi came to bash you and take pictures with you he would cling onto you and cover you from their view. “Only I should be able to take pictures of you” with a pouty face

You would take him to meet your group members and he would ask for autographs from each of them (to brag to Emma ofc). The dude doesn’t even know their names.. it’s okay tho because he’s now best friends with them!!

He actually stayed on set once you guys were filming an mv for your recently released song. Your group tried to get him to try and learn the dance (he actually made it to the behind the scenes videos which was him dancing with your group)

he reads those [name] x reader fan fictions, hee proud of it actually. Others can keep imagining while he can actually have the real thing, im almost sure he would actually have a fan account just for you.

he 100% goes to your concerts with Emma, you actually reserve him and his sister seats. Most of the time you’re always looking at him when you’re performing. if you send him kisses or winks while you’re dancing he’ll immediately go insane.

he gets backstage privileges. yes he does indeed get that privilege. always congratulated you and your group mates for your amazing performance. is extremely clingy after you guys leave for the hotel you booked. he ends up staying with you because he’s too lazy to drive back to his own house.

BONUS: CUDDLES, the best cuddles you’ve ever received in your life, specially after an exhausting performance. he takes care of you <33 “you did great today”

baji keisuke

he has some idea what kpop or idols are.. the moment you told him he just said “cool” Chifuyu would be the one to explain it to him. Afterwards he would be happy to listen to your songs and even buy your albums

100% convinced his mother would listen to you, idc idc fight me she would. His mother loves you i know she does, the moment you visited baji to meet his mother she cried tears of joy. give this woman free merch SIGNED, dude you would go as far as to take her to your group members so she could meet them all sobs.

once you were tired like really tired since you were coming from endless hours of practice so all you wanted was to spend time with your bf.. you knocked on the door and when he let you in all of his friends were there playing a board game

chifuyu who had begged baji to let him meet you immediately greeted you, bro was fascinated, astonished, flabbergasted to finally see you in flesh and bone. that day you stayed over and played games with them by the end of it you fell asleep. baji tucked you into his bed and afterwards fell asleep hugging you.

HE LOATHES ABSOLUTELY HATES PAPARAZZI. he almost punched one of them once because you were caught completely off guard as they took pictures of you with the flash on. “Piss off cant you see we’re busy??” Most of your fans actually think he’s rude but he’s a sweet guy who just wants to protect his gf <;3

No but fr he would go as far as to break some cameras just so you could have some relaxing time without having to worry about paparazzi. although many attempts have failed because there is abt 100 pictures of you and baji online having dates and picnics.. let’s just say he’s pretty pissed off abt it

baji would 100% teach you how to protect yourself from weird people, pervs and all that stuff. “There’s weird people out there so you need to know how to at least land a punch” you actually ended up sending some perv to the hospital for kicking him where it hurts. baji was proud yet disgusted at how the man even tried to make a move.

BONUS: yk how cats often come into his room, you always take care of them with baji when you stay over. it’s as if the cats were your children and you and baji were their parents.

mitsuya takashi

mitsuya actually listened to your songs even before you started dating. he was quite lucky (as he claims) to have met you that rainy day that you had forgotten your umbrella and he had offered his. “excuse me? here you can use my umbrella if you want” he was so sweet about it “ah, thank you so much I can’t afford my papers getting wet, will you be fine?”

you were surprised he didn’t bash you with questions and asking for an autograph so you guessed he didn’t know who you were. you ended up giving him your personal number so you could return his umbrella. he was shocked when he found out who you actually were,, the rest is pretty much history

his sisters love you, you always make sure to bring them some type of gift before visiting. mitsuya actually tries to get you to not buy them anything because he thinks it’s a lot but cmon now mana and luna deserve love. they wanted your groups albums for Christmas and they got that and more, you got all your group members to record some type of video and greeting they thanked you profusely afterwards

he’s a designer and you are an idol.. guess what that means. HE MAKES YOUR OUTFITS,, he totally does I know it. anytime your group and you come up with a theme for your mvs Mitsuya always offers to make your outfits. you always proudly wear all of his creations,, like for an interview?? red carpet?? music video?? or just an outfit overall Mitsuya is your guy.

paparazzi would be asking you who the designer is and all you have to say is “This is a piece made by my boyfriend, Mitsuya Takashi.. thank you for asking” he gained a few hundred of followers that day.

dates a lot of dates with him whenever you have free time, even tho paparazzi may sometimes ruin it’s okay because there’s a few 20 new pictures of both of you online showing the world how in love u are.

BONUS: movie nights with him and his sisters, it’s pretty much basically just you and Mitsuya since mana and luna always fall asleep on the first 10 minutes of the movie. anyway it’s more time for you and Mitsuya so win win??

matsuno chifuyu

now this little silly he has a whole shelf full of your groups albums, magazines and posters. he listens, streams, quite literally enjoys your music (he stans new jeans and wonder girls you can’t tell me otherwise)

your relationship is pretty much public, all of your fans know who he is. I believe they follow peke j’s Instagram account, (it’s what they love most abt your bf) like his cats account has more followers than his own main acc😭

every time you stay at chifuyu house you always make sure to bring some type of treat for peke j, he absolutely adores you. cuddle peke j and leave chifuyu outside his own bed quite literally

LIBRARY DATES,, you both go to the library to check out/buy manga and other books you may like. you guys have those cute little cafe dates where you guys either spend your time reading or just talking about your day and life

he watches your interviews, AND he was once invited to go into one. like a couple interviews or yk those interviews where couples get cards with questions that only they know abt each other. or just cute games for couples,, yeah those basically. fan base went crazy after that interview dropped

you planned on adopting a cat once so chifuyu recommended some adoption centers. sadly you didn’t end up adopting a cat but you did get a date at a cat cafe so a loss and a win?? “look at this cat!! her name is bee she’s so cute” so many cats surrounded him it was cute <33

he’s neutral abt paparazzi tbh, he just dislikes it when you feel uncomfortable being bashed by so many people at the same time. sadly he can’t do much about them,, but when you’re both out of their sight he treats you to whatever you want a lot of comfort from his part

BONUS: since you’re friends with a lot of other kpop idols you invited chifuyu once to meet some of them. he got to meet a lot of his biases and got a shit ton of autographs and merch,, afterwards he thanked you endlessly,, lots of kisses <33

©asalamis ,, please don’t copy, steal or plagiarize my work in any way, reblogs and likes are appreciated,, hope you enjoyed ty for reading <;3

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ladykailitha · 7 months

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Royal Pain Part 24

All righty, folks! Before we get to Steve, we have the band on tour and Eddie is really, really gonna go through it this chapter.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15 Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20 Pt 21 Meta Pt 22 Pt 23

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Once they were on the road and the euphoria of getting the job offer of a lifetime wore off, a sense of unease settled in Eddie’s gut. He knew he should feel excited. He was doing the one thing he always dreamed about doing ever since his mom gave him his first guitar. A sweet little acoustic that he had written “This Machine Slays Dragons”. He still had it, but right now it was safe with Wayne.

But he didn’t. He just felt empty. Not good or bad. Just...empty. Like a bottle leftover from some party. Once part of a good time, now just an empty shell.

Eddie looked over at his friends. Jeff and Brian were talking, while Gareth was asleep. He pulled out his sweetheart. The way he always did when he got down.

He closed his eyes and began to play. The chords where slow and mellow. He wasn’t sure how long he played like that, just pouring his soul out into his music, but when he opened his eyes he saw that all three of his friends were staring at him open-mouthed.

“Holy shit, dude,” Brian said after closing his mouth with audible click. “Where did that come from?”

Gareth waved a piece of paper in his hand. “I wrote down as much as I could, because seriously, that was fucking incredible.”

Eddie ducked his head and blushed. “I guess I just needed to work out some shit.”

Jeff and Brian shared a glance and then Brian moved over and sat next to him.

“I think I know what you mean,” he said. “And I think you should write the lyrics too.”

Eddie looked up at him and then at Jeff and Gareth. They nodded.

“I just don’t know,” he said. “It all feels too personal to write down.”

Jeff scoffed. “And that’s exactly why you should. Because it’s personal. There’s a damn good reason that you’ve written ninety percent of our songs, man.”

Gareth nodded. “Because you’re fucking brilliant at it. Write the song. I think everyone needs to hear it.”

Eddie nodded. He got right to work on the lyrics. Taking what Gareth had transcribed and reworking the song with the lyrics. He was nearly done by the time they stopped.

Brian patted his shoulder. “Hey, man. Don’t worry, we’ve got this. You continue working on your song. I’ll send someone to get you when it’s time for the sound check, okay?”

Eddie let out a shuddering sigh. “You guys sure you don’t need an extra hand?”

Gareth laughed. “Fuck we need several, but don’t worry about yours. They’re doing the important part.”

Jeff nodded. “Yeah, we’ve got this.”

Eddie wasn’t sure how long he was lost in his head working on the song, but he had just put down his pen when there came a knock on the door.

He got up to answer it and saw a small Hispanic woman standing out there. “Yeah?”

“It’s sound check time,” she said. “And the drummer said something about a set of headphones or something?”

Eddie looked around and spotted the sound-canceling headphones by the table. He picked them up. “I’ve got them. I’ll make sure he gets them.”

He closed the door but it hadn’t closed all the way because he heard her say, “God, what kind of loser wears noise canceling headphones to a metal concert.”

Eddie’s blood turned to ice. He picked up his guitar and carried it out of the bus.

Thankfully she wasn’t around otherwise he would have blown up at her.

He made his way through the labyrinth that was the backstage to get to where he needed to be for the sound check.

Gareth came running up to him. “Oh thank god! I thought I lost them already.”

Eddie scoffed. “Nope, just left them on the bus like a dork.”

Gareth stuck his tongue out at him.

Eddie got to work setting up for his kit. He was almost done when a sound guy came up to him.

“We’re having trouble syncing our sound to your drummer’s headset,” he told him. “Does he need them for this?”

“What’s the problem?” Eddie asked. “They didn’t have trouble in Indy.”

The guy sighed. “Our system is newer and it’s causing feedback.”

Eddie pulled out fifty bucks from his wallet. “Go buy a pair that works. And if that doesn’t cover it, I’ll pay you back.”

The guy just rolled his eyes and did as he was told.

They played that night to a sell out crowd. They were only opening for Metallica, but damn the crowd got them going. Afterwards he called Steve and chatted about their day. His day was more exciting to be sure, but he loved hearing about the client that passed out at the sight of the needle. Apparently they hadn’t realized that tattooing in involved the pesky things and had an absolute fear of them.

Then someone was tapping him on the shoulder telling him had to go. He said goodbye to Steve and was rushed out the door.

Even though they only had three shows in those two weeks, they were quickly learning that playing wasn’t the only thing a band had to do on the road.

There were parties, and talk and radio shows, and photo shoots, and signings.

Sometimes he would get to speak to Steve, but most of the time it was leaving voicemail after voicemail.

All around him he kept hearing:

“Three weeks isn’t a relationship! It’s a fling!”

“He’s not a fan of metal? What is he a fan of?”

James came up behind Eddie and clapped him on the back. “Everything okay back home?”

Eddie stared at his phone. He had just left his third message that day with Steve.

“Yeah,” he said, voice shaking a bit. “It’s just we were so new to the relationship part, we were friends before that, that I worry being on tour has hurt us in someway.

James nodded. “It’s hard being on the road, away from family. It’s why most of us take them with us when we can.”

Eddie chewed on his lip. “It’s hard because he has his own tattoo shop and recently took on two apprentices so he’s like super busy.”

James pursed his lips. “That can certainly make it hard. What time is he off?”

“Eight.”

“Tell you what,” he said. “Instead of doing on encore tonight, why don’t you boys bow out and spend time talking to your families. It’ll be good for morale all around, I think.”

Eddie sighed gratefully. “Yeah. I’ll bring it up to them and see what they say.”

James squeezed his shoulder and went on his way.

“If the drummer doesn’t like noise why did he chose drums as an instrument?”

“A drummer that startles at loud noises? Get a new drummer!”

Lars paused them on their way to the sound check in Houston. “Hey, I know you guys are only doing a couple more shows, but after that fiasco with the Chicago guys me and the boys decided to spring for everyone to get a set of these.”

He handed the case to Eddie.

He opened it up to reveal little black earbuds. “What are these?”

“It’s what all touring artists wear,” Lars explained. “They’re fitted to cover the full inside of the earlobe to drown out the sounds around you so you can hear your own music.”

“Oh wow, that’s neat.” Eddie put one in and was amazed at the quality. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

Lars grinned. “It’s mainly for your drummer. Everyone deserves accommodations for any kind of disability and if the loud noises bother him, it makes it hard for everyone else to concentrate because you guys are worried about him.”

Eddie smiled. “Thanks!”

“It’s a pity that tattoo will never be finished. I could give you the name of my artist if you want!”

“It’s a shame that your tattoo artist wasn’t good enough to finish the tattoo before you left, maybe you could get covered with something else. Something better than that.”

The band was admiring Eddie’s back tattoo.

“I’m really liking the details, man,” Kirk said.

Robert nodded. “Hell yeah. Who’s your artist? He does some really sick work.”

Eddie blushed, grateful his back was too them. “He’s my boyfriend, Stevie.”

“Damn, you’ll never have to pay for another tattoo ever again,” Lars said. “Lucky.”

Jeff laughed. “Nah, knowing Steve, he’d probably charge Eddie an extra mayhem tax.”

Kirk and Lars shared a look and then nodded unison.

“Fair,” the said together.

Eddie yelped, “Hey!”

He turned to Gareth and Brian, but they agreed with Jeff, too.

“And they said I’m the menace.”

“Ooh, honey, let me take you somewhere private. Your boyfriend will never know.”

“It’s a shame he’s gay, all the girls are just gaga for that doe-eyed look of his.”

Eddie turned down another request to share his hotel room. Never mind that he was sharing with all the other members of Corroded Coffin and wouldn’t have had any kind of privacy. Never mind he had a boyfriend back home. Never mind he was gay.

It didn’t seem to matter with these people. Hot rock star equals slut apparently.

“How the hell do you do it?” he asked James. “You have been married to the same woman for twenty five years and you still get women throwing themselves at you.”

“It’s hard,” James said with a shrug. “But she’s more important then any roll in the hay ever will be.”

Eddie nodded, pursing his lips. Steve was more important then any roll in the hay. He could hold on to that.

“I know he’s your friend, but maybe it’s time to get a touring drummer. He can still record with you or whatever. But he’s really holding the band back right now.”

Gareth isn’t just some guy. He was family. He wasn’t even Corroded Coffin’s first drummer that dubious honor went Kyle Creevy, a snot nosed, freckled kid whose arms were barely thicker than the drumsticks he played with. But he moved right before Eddie’s ninth grade year and Gareth just slid into their lives.

They may have been playing at the Nightmare Holes for seven years but the band been together for much longer than that. They had been playing for over a decade. And unless they had someone that could learn their music in mere months were Gareth had taken years...they could fuck off.

God, the members of Metallica had been playing together for forty years and the only change they’d made was when a member fucking died.

“That back tattoo of yours is really not a good look. It’s the biggest part and no one will ever see it.”

Eddie couldn’t make them understand the tattoo wasn’t meant to be seen, it was meant to be felt. To put to feeling growing up as a small town pariah and making it out. Not ending up in jail like his dad or dead like his mom. To be the Freak and turn it into something special. To finally find his wings.

Steve understood. God, he missed Steve so much and he felt like he was pulling away. It was like a rubber band being stretched. It might snap or might not, but whatever happened it would never be the same.

The members of the band’s team shooed these people away when it got to be too much for him.

“Fame and fortune wait for no man. It’s time to lose the dead weight.”

He came close to punching that guy. Some haughty agent they met in Houston.

It was thrilling to watch security throw him out.

“The long hair went out in the eighties, darling. I really think a half shaved look would be better for you.”

Eddie laughed at that last one straight in their face. Kirk fucking Hemmet still had long curly hair, they could fuck the fuck right off.

But then the tour was over. They were going home.

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earthtoharlow · 8 months

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Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x SingerOC

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8) Every Kind of Way

“Maryse, I love how hard working you are but are you seriously writing another song this close to the deadline?”

Maryse was currently in the studio working on a new song. The last couple days she’s locked herself up in the studio and played every single track over and over again making sure it was perfect. This was her debut album and she had a lot to prove.

“Yes, CoCo. I promise this is the last song. Besides, I'm almost done with it.” She replied before picking up her guitar and strumming chords.

“Ok well, while you continue writing more love songs about Jack I’m going to draft up your schedule for the next couple months.”

Maryse rolled her eyes and continued harmonizing to herself. She didn’t even want to think about how busy she was going to be. TV appearances, photoshoots, magazine interviews, private concerts, listening parties, signings, tour rehearsals and it all ended with performing at the Video Music Awards and then going straight to the world tour.

Pushing that to the back of her mind she thought about her feelings for Jack. CoCo was right, she was writing a lot of love songs for him, half of which wasn’t going to make the album.

She had never liked someone this much. Music was her only source to express how deeply she feels for him…other than telling him of course.

Just as she was falling into the rabbit hole of thinking about Jack, he texted her asking if he could stop by the studio to show her something he was working on, Maryse immediately told him yes.

He arrived 20 minutes later with his laptop in hand. “Hey, babe.” Jack said walking over to where she was sitting on the couch, plopping down next to her after giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Butterflies swirled in her stomach as he sat close to her, it amazed her how she still felt nervous around him, months later.

Putting her guitar down, she sat cross legged and gave her his full attention.

“I’ve got this song I’ve been working on and I’m pretty sure I’m going to make it my second single off the album.” Jack said as he fumbled around with the keys on the laptop. Maryse could tell he seemed nervous to show her.

“Well, I’m excited to hear it!” Maryse wasn’t lying with that statement. Jack had been pretty secretive when it came to this album, not telling her much about it.

Jack bit his lip right before he pressed play. “Promise me you’ll give me your honest opinion, okay?”

“I promise.”

Jack took a deep breath and pressed play.

I been a (G), throw up the (L)

Sex in the (A-M), uh-huh

(O-R-O-U-S, yeah)

And I can put you in (first class, up in the sky)

A huge smile creeped on Maryse’s face as she heard the sample. She couldn’t believe it as she nodded her head and sung along. As the song came to an end the smile never left her face.

“So, what did you—“ Jack couldn’t even finish what he was saying before Maryse reached over and wrapped her arms around him, words coming out in a squeal

All Jack could do was laugh as he wrapped his arms around her. “So you like it?”

“Are you kidding me?! I fucking love it!” She could see Jack immediately relax at her approval.

Letting out a happy sigh, she continued. “One of our first conversations was you telling me about how much you loved Fergie as a child and now you’re sampling one of her biggest tracks, I’m so proud of you.” Maryse told him honestly.

Jack's face warmed when hearing her say that, dropping his head shyly.

“Thanks, M. When I was recording this I was telling the whole room it was a hit, but no one seemed to believe me.”

“Well, no offense but they’re idiots.”

Jack bumped his shoulders against hers as they both laughed.

Maryse perked up with an idea. “Prove them wrong.” Jack raised an eyebrow confused. “Prove who wrong? And how?”

“Post a teaser of First Class on Tik Tok and see how the world responds to it. When it goes viral, like I know it will, your team will be eating their words!”

JACKHARLOW

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Jack rushed around the hotel room ignoring the laughs from Urban who was sitting in the corner of the room rolling a joint.

“Dude, you’re sunburned BAD!”

He groaned at the reminder. He had spent the weekend in Turks and Caicos with Drake recording music and jet skiing which left his arms and face red as a tomato. The sun was never on his side.

Jack had just stepped off his private jet having taken a red eye to New York. Maryse was having a private concert for her fans to celebrate her album that was coming out in a few weeks. He wanted to surprise her since she wasn’t expecting him back in town for another day.

The show starts in an hour and Jack still needed to find something to wear, if he didn’t leave in the next 15 minutes. He was going to be late.

Quickly deciding on a pair of cargos and a hoodie, Urban and him rushed to the venue hoping he would make it in time to wish Maryse good luck.

Because of traffic he wasn’t able to surprise Maryse before she got on stage. The show was about to start in 5 minutes. The stage crew was making sure the microphone and instruments were in the right place as the DJ played the last song. Jack pulled his hood over his head so he didn’t draw too much attention as he and Urban made their way to the friends and family section.

Once in his seat he greeted Doja and Saweetie as they were both shocked to see him there.

“Maryse ain’t gonna be able to focus when she sees your sunburnt self in the crowd!” Saweetie said jokingly, Jack just rolled his eyes as Doja and Urban laughed around him.

“NYC! Show some love for Maryse Monet!”

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Maryse was doing her vocal runs to herself backstage while she mentally prepared herself for tonight’s show. This was going to be the first time fans, friends and family were going to hear the new music from the album, needless to say she was nervous. And she wished Jack was there. She hadn’t heard from him much today, too busy in the studio with Drake.

Noticing she was nervous, Coco placed both her hands on her shoulders.

“You’re going to kill it tonight. Like you always do. Just take a deep breath.”

Maryse took a deep breath and simply nodded. She checked her phone once more seeing if Jack messaged her, frowning when she saw no new messages. Luckily she didn’t have time to harp on it as the DJ introduced her to the crowd. Taking one last deep breath, she walked on stage.

The crowd screamed in excitement as Maryse walked on the stage. Maryse kept her outfit casual as she wore a red mesh top with a long orange jacket and denim shorts. Her long curly hair flowed down her back.

The nerves immediately went away as she saw the sold out venue, smile spreading across her face.

“If you guys didn’t know, my name is Maryse!” She paused as the crowd cheered louder

The opening chords of Focus started playing as Maryse placed her mic back on the mic stand. As she began to sing she couldn’t help but smile as the crowd swayed and sung along to every word.

After about 5 songs, Maryse grabbed a drink of water from the side of the stage as a stagehand adjusted her mic and placed a stool down.

As she sat back on the stool she looked up and waved to Doja, Saweetie. “I have some friends here tonight, hey Doja and Saweetie!” She laughed as the crowd screamed, trying to catch her friend’s attention. Maryse squinted a little when she noticed Urban sitting next to them as well. Smiling to herself, thinking Jack must have told him to come since he couldn’t be there himself.

“Ok, y’all I got one more song tonight for you. But I have a question, how many of y’all are in loooove?” She asked, putting emphasis on the word love.

Maryse nodded at the cheers from the audience. “Falling in love is so scary, but you know what? It’s one of my favorite feelings in the world. I think I might be in love too.”

The crowd cheered loudly at the admission, some even cheering Jack’s name. “This next song is called Every Kind of Way.”

The crowd was silent as she began singing. It wasn’t until she got to the chorus when she started to feel chills. Glancing up in the friends and family section, that’s when she spotted him. Jack was standing behind Doja, towering over her because of his height.

They both locked eyes. All her focus was on Jack now. It didn’t matter that they’ve only been dating for 4 months. She knew for certain that she loved that man. It was like she was speaking to him as she sung.

I wanna love you in every kind of way, I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes, If the world should end tomorrow and we only have today, I'm gonna love you in every kind of way

Tears were threatening to fall as she sung those words to Jack. A smile creeped on her face as he blew her kiss in greeting. The smile on Jack’s face widened when he watched her pretend to grab the kiss he blew, kissing it and placing it in her pocket.

She loved him, and couldn’t wait to get off stage and tell him.

***

Maryse was fidgety with excitement when a knock sounded on the door of her dressing room, rushing to open the door she couldn’t hide her disappointment when it was just CoCo.

“Oh, hey.” Opening the door wider to let her manager in.

“Okay, rude. Jack will be here in a second. I'm just grabbing my laptop that I left.”

Just as she was about to apologize for her reaction, there was another knock, but this time they didn’t wait for her to answer the door.

The man Maryse wanted to see walked in. Jack stood at the door after closing it, holding his arms out for Maryse to jump in them.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU'RE HERE!” Maryse squeaked, face buried inside his neck. Jack squeezed her tightly, before walking them both to the loveseat. He leaned forward and kissed her, moaning into her mouth.

Their legs and arms and mouths became two missing pieces of a puzzle, fitting together effortlessly.

The chair was small and cramped.

It’s perfect.

“Oh, this is my que to leave.” Coco said leaving the dressing room.

Jack and Maryse didn’t even hear her, too wrapped into each other.

Pulling away, Jack spoke first. “You did amazing tonight. The crowd loved you.”

Love.

There goes that word again.

Maryse watched with a smile as Jack rambled about the show, and the songs she performed.

“Hey, Jack?” Maryse said, interrupting him.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Jack froze at the words. Maryse was praying that she didn’t just fuck things up.

“I know, it might seem too soon but—“ It was Jack’s turn to interrupt now, but this time with a kiss. Both of their hearts were beating out their chest.

“I can’t remember what it’s like to wake up and not have you be the first thing on my mind. Every morning, I roll over and check and see if you’ve called. I wanted you to be mine the second I laid eyes on you at the Grammy’s.” He told her.

Maryse was looking at Jack with so much love and appreciation that it made his chest hurt. The smile on her face was beautiful, he thought to himself. The tears that were streaming down her cheeks were beautiful. She was beautiful and so was her love.

“I love you, Maryse Monet.”

Maryse exhales a soft breath and leans in slowly gently pressing her lips to his.

“I love you so much it feels like a constant flow spilling into my soul.”

She pressed another kiss to his lips, feeling speechless. This kiss was filled with tenderness and affection. It felt like an unspoken promise that she was his now. Forever.

Maryse pulled away, wiping the tears that fell from Jack’s face. “You know this means you’re stuck with me.”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

It was silent for a moment as Maryse rested her head on his chest.

"Also, you look like you got in a fight with the sun."

Jack groand as Maryse's giggles echoed through the room.

***

An: OUR BBS ARE BACK!!!! sorry this took so long, I've been busy but next update won't take that long I promise

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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To Hec and Back

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, exotic dancers, allusions to smut. 18+ Minors DNI

Previous Part

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Part 10

Everyone thought you and Jake were crazy for trying to plan a wedding in three months, but somehow, you did it. It was October, and your wedding was a week away.

Jake's family was flying in today, and the two of you were at the airport to greet them. They were so excited to see you again and ready for the wedding. You'd spent the first part of the week with your bridal party and future mother in law and grandmother in law getting pampered with mani- pedis, massages, and skin care. They were so excited to take you out for your Bachelorette night on Thursday before the rehearsal dinner on Friday and the wedding on Saturday.

However, it was Wednesday, the night of Jake's Bachelor party.

You had already called and arranged it with Marco, the owner of the club you had danced at. He agreed to shut it down for the night as a favor to you. Some of your dancer friends agreed to come in and help you with your plan. Of course, you had offered to pay them, but no one was willing to accept your money, all of them claiming it was their gift to you.

Jake and the boys had just come in and taken their seats. Kara, the cocktail waitress, handed each of them a glass of Jake's favorite scotch, except for Bob, who had a crisp Dr. Pepper.

"Nervous?" Amethyst asked you as you peeked out to them.

"A little. I mean, I've done this hundreds of times but it feels— different" You breath out.

"It's your last time doing this. And you're doing it for your fiancée—it is different" She jokes with you.

The house lights flicker, signaling that it is time to get into position.

You adjust your cowgirl costume and take your mark. You hear DDawg announcing the set. You take a deep breath. The lights dim, and the opening beats of the first song begin as the curtain opens.

You had decided to do a group number with the girls. Then a few of them would do a few solos and small groups. The night would end with your final dance.

You could hear Jake's laugh as soon as he recognized the tune of "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" blast through the speakers. You made your way up to the front and center of the group.

Jake had a huge smile plastered on his face. You also noticed that all the boys of the Dagger Squad had their jaws hanging open when they recognized you.

Jake neglected to tell them that the strip club they were going to was yours, and he never told them about your secret.

It took them all a few minutes to recover before they were cheered and letting bills fly.

As the bridge of the song played, all of you exited off the stage and found a cowboy to ride. Yours was waiting for you with open arms.

As you gave him a lap dance, Jake plucked your hat off of your head and placed it on his with a wink.

The song began to wind down as all of you made your way back to the stage for the final bars. As the music faded out, everyone collected their spoils and made their way back to the changing room.

A pop song filled the speakers as everyone scrambled to change for their next sets.

You could only imagine the conversation Jake was having right now

.......................

"Jake! How come you never told us, man!" Coyote chastises him as the dancers exit. "Seriously, bro! I can't believe Hecate is a stripper!" He shakes his head in disbelief.

"It wasn't my secret to tell." Jake defends himself as he sips his scotch.

"How did you even find out about her doing this?" Rooster ask him.

"You remember the day I called her a bitch and she threw a drink in my face?" Jake asks.

"With great joy." Bob smirks.

"Well, I came here after and stumbled upon her set, and the rest is history." Jake shrugged.

"So every weekend when you said you had plans—you were here?" Yale asks.

"Yes," Jake sighs as he finishes his drink. The cocktail waitress is quick to bring him another. But she tells him that per your request, his limit is three. She winks at him before sauntering off.

Soon, the stage is filled with girls again, but you're missing. He wonders where you are and what you have planned as the night glides on.

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You can hear the music from another song fade. It's just about time for the last dance of the night. Your last dance. Something you had choreographed just for Jake.

You looked yourself over in the mirror. Your hair hung in loose curls. You had sultry, smokey sliver eye makeup, and your favorite deep red Mac lipstick in the shade "Sin," graced your lips.

You wore a gorgeous pair of silver glitter heels and black sheer tights. A black bodysuit with the constellations of the night hugged your frame. It was more modest with long sleeves, but the plunging neckline made it just sexy enough.

You topped your look off with a silver and rhinestone halo headband of stars and moons. You truly looked and felt like a goddess.

You walked out of the dressing room and took you position at the side of the stage. The shadow screen had been lowered down for the first part of your dance.

You knew it wasn't a full house out there, but the fact that your fellow pilots, you coworkers from the club, and most importantly Jake, were going to be watching you, had your stomach in knots.

You heard DDawg's voice through the speakers announcing you one last time, "Ladies and gentlemen, The Oasis is proud to present, in her very last performance—Hecate."

You could hear the cheers for you. Soon, the first beats of "Take Me to Church" filled the room. While this didn't seem like the typical song you would dance to, its lyrics held meaning for you. The tune was perfect for what you were about to do.

You strutted out on the stage. You were backlight, so only your shadowy form was visible.

You began the well rehearsed movements of your routine, flowing with the melody of the song. You expected to hear cheers or shouts, but the only sound was Hoizers haunting voice echoing off the walls.

As an "Amen" rang out and bounced around the room, you climb the pole, almost to the top, but not all the way.

As the string instruments hit, your twist your body in time with them and slide down, landing on your knees just as the first chorus plays and the shadow screen rises up.

The moment it happens, the onlookers cry out for you with cheers and praise.

This is the first time you see everyone. Your eyes immediately land on Jake.

He watches you, enamored with every move your body makes. Even though he's seen you do this dozens of times and knows what it feels like to have you pressed against him in the most erotic way, he can't take his eyes off of you. He knows you're putting on a show just for him.

Jake feels all of the blood in his body rushing south as you crawl across the stage to him. You part his thighs and perch on your knees between him, almost like you're about to pray.

You draw your hands across your form, the black bodysuit accentuating your chest as you arch your back. His eyes never leave you. He can hear the shouts and whistles of the rest of the Dagger boys behind him, but all he can focus on is you.

Your body flows in sync with the music, commanding his attention. He's never seen you dance like this. With such fire, such passion. It's—intimate in a way. Like you're bearing your soul to him.

He watches your hips sway as you return to the stage and climb the pole. Another loud "amen" rings out through the speakers. "Amen!" Rooster whoops out. All Jake can think is, "Amen indeed." He adjusts himself through his trousers. Jake watches your body slide down the pole as another sinful thought about how he would gladly get on his knees and worship you, his goddess, right here in front of everyone if you'd let him.

The song is almost finished, and you prepare yourself for the big finale you have planned.

You elegantly climb the pole to the very top. And stretch your arm out, blowing Jake a kiss. Just as the last notes are being playing, you quickly drop from the top, sliding the whole length of the pole, landing in a split. Just as the bright lights fade to black and the curtain closes

You can hear everyone losing their minds, cheering, yelling, and whistling. You take a deep breath before standing up. The curtain raises again as you step forward to take a bow with tears in your eyes.

Jake rushes forward to embrace you. He's babbling out praise and peppering you with kisses.

Soon, everyone else joins him, and they are complimenting you. You can't help but laugh when Bob comes up to you and says, "Hecate! You were amazing, but I think we are all going to have to go to church after that."

The night ends with you and Jake leaving the club hand in hand to head home. The whole drive, he keeps telling you how amazing you were, but the adrenaline from it all has finally worn off. You fall asleep on the drive home, and he has to cary you inside to tuck you in.

The next morning, you were awoken at five to the sound of Phoenix beating on your door.

"Phoenix! What the fuck!" You scolded as you opened the door. She ignored you, brushing by as she, Halo, Charli, and Savannah all filed into your living room.

"It is five o'clock in the morning. What are all of you doing here?" You asked them.

"We are here to help you get ready for your Bachelorette day!" Phoenix cheered. For the first time, you noticed what they were wearing. All of them were dressed in matching "Bride Tribe" t-shirts and shorts.

"Where are we going? And why do we have to be up so early.

"We are taking you to Disneyland!" Charli squeals.

"Disneyland?" You look at her confused.

"Yes! And rope drop is at eight which means we need to be through security by seven thirty and it's an hour and a half away and I've planned for one bathroom slash food stop so we need to be out the door and in the car in thirty minutes!" Phoenix proclaims.

She grabs a bag of clothes for you as you clamber back to the room to change. You're wearing a white shirt with the word "Bride" across the front and "Mrs. Seresin" on the back. She's picked out some black athletic shirts for you. You tie your hair into a ponytail and slide on some tennis shoes.

When you go back to the living room to ask her if you need to back a bag, Savannah happily presents you with a mini backpack with all of the essentials you will need for the day. You grab your phone and go to kiss Jake goodbye.

"Where are they taking you?" He mumbles, still half asleep.

"Disneyland." You tell him. "Have fun." He says before kissing you and rolling back over.

Phoenix ushers everyone out as you lock the door. You're on the road five minutes earlier than planned, which makes her happy.

You settle into the passengers seat and turn on a playlist of Disney songs before turning to Savannah.

"Wait, where are Carter and Sloan?" You ask her.

"With their dad and my parents. This is an adult girls day, and I don't think any of us watch to chase around kids. Plus, we are taking them right after Christmas. So it's a kid free, stress free day." She informs you.

"Well, okay then." You laugh as the SUV rolls down the highway.

The minute you get to the park, Phoenix puts a set of wedding ears on tour heads and straps a magic band to your wrist. She goes over the plan for the day with everyone. She has pulled out all the stops to make sure you maximize your time.

The four of you have an amazing day in the park. Meeting characters, eating all the Mickey shaped things, indulging in a few day drinks, and riding all the rides.

By the time you leave, you are all thoughrly exhausted but happy.

For their final surprise of the evening, you learn that the four of you are staying in the Grand Californian for the night and having a spa day the next day before returning for the rehearsal dinner tomorrow evening.

All of you tumble into bed with smiles on your faces.

After getting pamper and wedding ready, the four of you made it back home with a few hours to spare.

You were so excited telling Jake about your trip and everything you did. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you told him about it.

......................

Much to your surprise, the rehearsal dinner went off without a hitch. Everything ran smoothly as the wedding party ran through the movements and motions in preparation for the big day tomorrow.

The only part that bothered you, was the fact that you were walking down the aisle alone.

You were never in one place for long enough to have a family, so there was no one you could ask.

Maverick and Jake Sr. had both offered, but it just didn't seem right.

The only person who made sense was Rooster. He was the closest thing to family you had. You'd known him for most of your adult life, and he was like a brother to you. But he was one of Jake's groomsmen, so he was out of the question to.

You did your best not to let that put a damper on your mood. Everything would be okay.

Tomorrow you were going to marry the love of your life.

Tomorrow, you were going to be Mrs. Seresin.

So, I lied babes, there us at least one more part after this. There is still so much more I want to include!

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chemical-irwin · 2 years

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I saw people discussing when they think Ricky knew about his romantic feelings for Gina, and honestly I feel like him (and Gina) knew from the pretty much the beginning.

In 105 Ricky is upset Nini rejected his kiss and ‘friendzoned’ him so he decides to stop pursuing her and goes to homecoming with Big Red. He makes a pact with his dad that they would put themselves out there and Red says “So put yourself out there. Like, tonight”. and the next shot is Gina and EJ asking to sit.

The show establishes that Ricky is in the mindset of looking for a romantic connection and then places Gina in front of him.

He lashes out at her, and when he goes to apologise he basically tells her that he felt a connection with her, and he kind felt disappointed because he thought she felt it too (he was jealous 😭) and he has a high opinion of her. “I thought you were classier than that,”

After the convo and kiss on the check in the car, I think that he knows there’s potential there, but might be hesitant because she had just told him she that doesn’t date.

When Big Red asks ‘what happened with Gina, Ricky says “I’m not sure yet,” again, confirming that Ricky is deciding on if it’s a crush or not.

And then Gina asks to hear him play her the song, and he KNOWS that he likes her.

like look at his face, he is cheesing. This whole scene is SOOOOOO excellent. The way Gina asks him to play so they could stay for 5 minutes more because the night before the had confessed how much they enjoyed having a place to go after school, (him being flattered because nobody takes him seriously) ALSO WTWMAY is such a loaded song choice

After they both shower each other in compliments (because they are so 🥰🥰🥰) Ricky says to her:

“I kinda can’t forget about anything that happened at homecoming,”

Which I feel is Ricky telling Gina that he has a crush on her.

Look at the way he says “anything,” with the raise of the eyebrow, the small step towards her, as he tells her he’s been thinking about her, and the kiss with a hopeful smile.

And Gina understands it. You can see her process the information.

I’ve seen people joke that S1 Rina were dating without labels- and I literally think it’s true. Ricky tells Gina he felt a connection with her, she asks for a ride home and kisses him on the cheek. He tells her he can’t stop thinking about her, she walks him to a party and makes him a hat. They were courting each other, and that’s why they were both devastated when she got the call from her mom and she cut him off.

Gina’s confession on opening night is her verbally confirming to Ricky that she felt the connection too, and she was really sorry (heartbroken) that she had to give up on it.

Just like in the s3 finale, where she understood his confession in Kristof’s Lullaby, she verbally confirms that she wants to be with him.

Ricky doesn’t blink when Big Red thinks he wrote a song about Gina, because he knew he was romantically pursuing her. When Ricky says he let Gina slip through his fingers, I think means he’s sad he didn’t fight when they both knew they liked each other, and it’s why he feels EJ stole her. In s2 Gina says “Nini’s back and he’s so happy now,” she was a sad because he moved on, not because her crush was unrequited! And he only moved on because she had told him to, he doesn’t see her as an option after she moves (he thinks the follow my dreams resolution was about Gina) and he bury his feelings for her. He put himself out there and got disappointed again, and Nini was the safer option for a moment (i’m just saying Ricky wasn’t particularly heartbroken over his first break up with Nini)

The TL;DR is

Ricky is very open with Gina about his feelings for her in s1, he has always known that they were romantic and he basically tells her he has a crush on her after singing WTWMAY.

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the-widow-sisters · 6 months

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Dance Party

Summary: When Monica gets a call from Carol telling her to come to the compound as soon as possible, Monica naturally panics. To her surprise, however, it is something far more trivial than what she had originally expected.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Monica ran quickly through the compound, panic rushing through her as she met Sam on her way in. She stopped abruptly just beside him.

“Where’s Carol?” she asked, out of breath, and Sam nodded his head in the general direction that she must have been.

“She’s in the gym. And hello to you, too, Monica,” he joked. Despite his halfhearted jab at her lack of attentiveness, she nevertheless still barely paid him any attention.

“Yeah, hello, Sam,” she simply stated before continuing in her hurrying.

Monica had been under the persuasion that there had been some sort of an emergency happening at the compound. Carol had called her earlier, sounding out of breath and telling Monica that she needed to come as soon as she could. It had admittedly scared Monica terribly, and she had hurried over, trying out her newly discovered powers of flight that she had found in the midst of talking and training with Carol.

However, as she came into the gym to hear loud music and to see Carol dancing with Kamala, she was beginning to think that the only emergency was going to be the one that was created after she killed her aunt for scaring her like this.

Monica’s eyes were wide as she took in the entire sight unfolding before her. Neither of the two seemed to even notice Monica, and she realized that she was going to have to actually speak up to get them to see her.

“Aunt Carol, what are you doing?” Monica demanded, narrowing her eyes as she looked at Carol as if she had sprouted two extra heads.

Carol spun around quickly, and her eyes lit up as soon as her eyes rested on Monica.

“C’mon, Lieutenant Trouble! Join in!” Carol called as she danced in some sort of goofy, strange way. Monica just gaped at them as Kamala shimmied over in her direction excitedly.

“I know it’s boomer music but I don’t even care! It’s lit!” Kamala told Monica, speaking up to be heard over the music before skipping back over to Carol’s side.

“Not boomer music, but you’ve got the spirit!” Carol laughed as she pointed to the kid excitedly.

“Video killed the radio star!” Carol sang, nodding her head as she danced alongside Kamala. Kamala sang with her uncertainly, not really knowing any of the other words but remembering enough to know that one line from the main chorus.

“Aunt—”

“Video killed the radio star!”

“Aunt Carol, seriously—”

“Pictures came and broke your heart,” Carol cupped her hands around her mouth as she tried to mimic the funny voice on the song. Kamala grinned widely and wildly as she went into some sort of weird hopping dance to mimic Carol.

Monica could not help but think that Carol looked absolutely ridiculous, and she was quick to remember all the nights that Carol would play her music loud in the backyard and her mother would come out and join them in the dance party. Back then, Carol danced a lot like she did now.

“Look, you asked me here for something?! You said it was urgent!” Monica called, trying to be heard over the loud music as she confronted her. Carol grinned widely and mischievously as she waggled her eyebrows at the girl.

“Yeah! I asked you to come over for a—what did you call it, Kamala?!” Carol checked with the youngest of the three.

“A TBT dance party!” Kamala supplied helpfully, shooting her finger-guns, and Carol nodded happily with a wide smile as she pointed finger-guns back at her.

“That’s it!”

Monica rolled her eyes heavily, slight irritation filling her as she glared at Carol.

“Really?! I was in the middle of paperwork!” Monica unhappily informed her, but Carol did not seem to care in the least.

“It can wait!” Carol declared, throwing her hand up.

She was not having any excuses, and Monica found herself running out of something to say in negation of Carol’s insisting.

“No, it really can’t—”

“C’mon, Lieutenant, bust a move! I haven’t seen you dance since you were Trouble at the Disco,” Carol teased, urging her to join in and go along with it.

Monica simply groaned, closing her eyes with slight embarrassment as she remembered one of Carol’s many nicknames for her.

“You know you wanna!” Carol called over the music.

Monica just tiredly watched her as Carol started winding up a fake lasso. Kamala mimicked the motion, and as Carol nodded to her, they both threw the fake lasso, pretending they captured Monica with it. They then started reeling her in playfully.

Monica could not help a slight smile in spite of herself as she ambled forward tentatively.

Carol laughed, bumping Monica as she cued her and attempted to get her to dance with them.

Carol started to do some strange dance where she was walking forward with her knees raised high and her fingers pointing forward with her steps. Kamala laughed joyfully and followed her example.

“I don’t know what we’re doing! What’s this move called?!”

“A Danvers Special,” Monica could not help but point out with far too much fondness in her voice as she watched Carol. Carol’s eyes were sparkling with nothing but pure adoration as she looked at Monica.

“You remember.”

Monica shrugged in reply before hesitantly trying to dance along with them with another dance move that she remembered from Carol’s insane, quirky repertoire. She did not have as much enthusiasm, but she was nevertheless joining in.

“I also remember the Avenger shuffle. Long before there were any Avengers,” Monica explained, referencing the move named after Carol’s call sign. Carol instantly changed over into that move.

“I see you’ve refined it a little from the last time I saw it, though,” Monica acknowledged, and Carol could not help her gleeful grin as she nodded.

It was right about then that their song ended. Carol laughed breathlessly and happily, reaching her arm out to wrap it around Kamala since she was closest to her. Kamala eagerly wrapped her own around her in return, and Monica shook her head tiredly.

“What even brought this on?”

“Well… It was kind of my idea. Carol was talking about how you guys used to have dance parties, and I kind of suggested we have one,” Kamala told her, and Carol straightened a little as she kept her arm around the teenager.

“And then I told you to come over,” Carol explained, and Monica just looked between the both of them with a huff and a slight smile.

“So what do you say, Monica?” Kamala asked, and Carol glanced at her before looking at Monica.

“Wanna have another dance party like the old days?” Carol questioned.

Monica looked at them once more before finally sighing in defeat.

“I guess since I’m already here.”

“Alright!” Carol chuckled, reaching out for Monica.

Monica moved over into her embrace as she let Carol hug her with an arm. She raised her arm up to reciprocate, and Kamala peered around Carol to meet Monica’s eyes.

“My gosh, we’re all a big, happy team!”

“Well… I guess we are kind of,” Carol conceded, looking at Monica in a wordless question of her thoughts, and Monica shrugged with a smile.

“I reckon so.”

“And dance parties are seriously great bonding exercises. I know me and you don’t know each other that well and I’ve only talked to you like three times, but this is our chance!” Kamala declared, utterly beyond excited at the prospect of being able to get to know Monica better.

Carol nodded to her before returning her attention to Monica with something painfully soft and loving in her eyes. Monica met her gaze, swallowing before looking around the room.

“So… How do we play the next song?” Monica asked. Carol released the both of them with a smirk.

“FRIDAY, keep blasting the good ol’ days,” Carol told the AI, clapping her hands, and after only a moment, a song suddenly came on.

“Oh, my gosh!! ‘Footloose!’ I know the dance from TikTok!” Kamala cried excitedly before promptly starting to do some strange dance to the tune of the music.

Monica blinked, sharing an uncertain glance with Carol. Carol looked back at her and laughed with a shrug. She squeezed Monica’s arm affectionately before hurrying over to join Kamala.

Monica looked around to make absolute sure no one would see her. As soon as she was satisfied with the lack of an audience, she hesitantly came over to line up with the other two.

Dance parties had long been a thing of the past for her. But somehow dancing there with her aunt and Kamala was enough to somehow bring that same spirit of carefreeness back to her.

And even though she had thought it to herself many times before, she could not help but think it again.

She was truly glad to have her Aunt Carol back.

#carol danvers #monica rambeau #kamala khan #ms marvel #captain marvel #captain rambeau #marvels #the marvels #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #maria rambeau #photon

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Hey! Can you write something where the reader is best friends with Eddie, and she gets drunk at a party for the first time and it makes her horny. Maybe she's trying to seduce Eddie and he's trying SO hard to be a good pal and a gentlemen. He's having her drink water and tucking her into bed but god he's so in love with her and it's hard.

hi love, thanks for the request! and also i already know eddie would be fighting for his life trying not to let his feelings show so this is gonna be a fun one. hope this satisfies your request haha

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NOTHIN BUT A GOOD TIME

eddie x f!reader

word count: 1.7K

cw: underage drinking, getting drunk for the first time, dirty talk, fluff like a lot of fluff (a lot of feelings and angst and shit,)

drinking that night sort of started off as a joke. the girls on the cheer team had offered you a shot of vodka and instead of backing down the way you normally would, you agreed. but you'd also agreed to two, then three and somehow made it to around six or seven that evening.

you're not sure how it was that easy to go from being the girl who never drank to suddenly the girl who did, but you didn't care. all that mattered right now was how fast you could sway your body to the music with the lights low in the kitchen, and you could think about was the feeling of the alcohol coursing through your body, making you feel both giddy but also sleepy?

you could hear the song nothin' but a good time by poison starting up on the stereo in the living room and it was almost like your brain was transported back to listening to the song with your best friend eddie in his bedroom screaming at the top of your lungs playing air guitar. you wanted to go and remind him of listening to it together and so you hopped down from the kitchen chair, and made your way slowly past the crowd of people in the hallway through the living room and into the backyard. you opened the screen door and could hear crickets chirping and could feel the cool breeze from the warm early september air.

you spotted your best friend since the ninth grade, eddie sitting near the bushes behind the pool and couldn't help but run over to him. he seemed surprisingly very sober, and his expression confused you. he looked worried, and uptight.

"woah, woah, woah don't mind me asking but how much did you have to drink?" he asks, grabbing you gently by your shoulders as you find yourself stumbling a bit, only to let out a laugh.

you completely avoid his question, only focusing on the beat and rhythm of the guitar from inside and grab his hands, moving him slowly from side to side so that he starts dancing.

"do you hear the song that's playing?! i can't remember us listening to this since grade 9 in your uncle's trailer!" you say, a bit louder than you expected.

"yeah i remember it's just- jesus i told your mom this wouldn't be a big deal or anything tonight," he says, a little nervous which doesn't seem like the eddie you know.

"eddie god, you're always looking out for me and i appreciate it but i seriously doubt i'll be going back to mom's house tonight," you says, still swaying him back and forth. eddie's hesitant, but eventually he gives in and dances with you and you two get through the song, laughing and smiling widely, jumping up and down. he's started playing air guitar just like you two were 14 again and once the song finishes, the two of you exhale with laughter, clearly exasperated and sweat dripping from your forehead.

you exhale, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "god, thank you for that eddie i really needed that right now," you say pulling back from the hug. but when you pull back you don't walk away, instead you meet his glance and brush his hand gently with yours.

"eddie…" you say, quietly

eddie coughs a bit, awkwardly taking a step back from you. he laughs a bit, rubbing his nose, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

"we should go back inside, or you should go back inside. most of those mortals fucking hate me in there anyway," he says, sitting back down on the mantel beside the bushes.

you walk closer to him, feeling something ignited inside yourself, like a strange itch that needs to be scratched. god, you've never looked at eddie this way, but you can tell from how hot and flushed your cheeks and chest are you're feeling needy. horny, even for your best friend. and whether he wants to admit it or not, he might be too.

"i don't wanna go inside, i wanna be with you. i wanna be with you eddie," you say brushing your hand against his knee, before you turn and sit beside him. eddie lets out a shaky breath, trying so hard not to look at your or your chest.

"be with m- no- nope!" eddie starts to wave his hands in the air.

"you're not thinking straight. believe me if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even be having these thoughts, let alone be looking at me like that," he says, scoffing a bit at how silly the thought of you liking him would be.

"fuck that, i'm just saying what i've been thinking all these years," you say, suddenly feeling the room start to go dizzy. eddie's eyes go wide with curiosity.

"um- what exactly have you been thinking all these years?" eddie asks, placing some of his fingers over his mouth as he tries to read your expressions.

"well, just that you're attractive- even if you don't always see yourself that way. you know you can be friends with someone and still think they're hot y'know," you say, slurring your words a bit and using your hands a lot for exaggeration.

eddie looks at your eyes, then your lips. there's no subtlety there at all.

"no yeah- you're right about that one."

"do you mean to really tell me that you haven't ever thought about fucking me?" you ask. this is a new side of confidence that's overcome you and you've never spoken to a guy like this, let alone your best friend.

"jesus christ! what?! who said anything about fu- i mean- i- i don't know- i guess i-," you start laughing a bit, it's funny watching him turn red.

"you're not exactly saying no eds," you say, as you start to twirl a piece of your hair across your fingers, looking at him with lust filled eyes.

"fine whatever fuck it- maybe i've thought about it once-" he says, clearly embarrassed. you're not buying it.

"ok so what if it was more than once! you're my best friend i can never think about you that way it's just like a rule y'know- you're like my- my i don't know fuck," he says, completely speechless.

"we don't always have to be just friends eddie. not if i find you hot and you find me hot too," you say, smirking a bit.

you smile back at him, but the moment doesn't last long. you lean over, grabbing your stomach a bit. suddenly that warm feeling has turned into nausea and you're not entirely sure where to go from here.

"oh fuck- are you gonna-?" eddie asks, standing up quickly, worried you might puke on him.

"i-i'm not sure," you say softly.

"shit, ok wait here i'm gonna go grab you some water and then we're gonna head out, ok?" eddie asks, now making eye contact with you.

"mm," you croak out, worried you might be sick and you sit there waiting for him to come back and he does with a glass of water.

"ok c'mere drink up, darling," he says, handing you the cup and you oblige, drinking big sips. "thanks eddie," you croak out.

"ok i'm actually getting you home now," he says, motioning for you to wrap your arm around his shoulder and you do, dragging your feet across the concrete all the way to his car. he puts you in the passenger seat, buckling you up gently.

you admire how quiet he keeps it in the car, no noises, no talking, and surprisingly no radio which is very unlike the eddie you know. he pulls into your driveway and opens the car door for you and you wrap your arm around him once again. he walks you up to your room and helps you into bed.

"i'm sorry your first time drinking was such a bust, i promise it's not always like this," eddie says in a whisper, fixing the sheets for you.

"it wasn't a bust," you say as you start to close your eyes.

"i have you eddie," you say, grabbing his hand. "stay, please," you say, rubbing your thumb against his hand and his eyes goes wide once again. it's so hard for him not to give in, as he looks into your beautiful eyes and finds himself longing for his lips against yours but he knows more than ever that you're the one person he can't lose. his best friend. you're not just some hookup that he won't have to worry about the next, but if he were to make a move on you now he'd never forgive himself. but god, eddie thought to himself. you looked so fucking good and he was lying if he told himself he wasn't horny now too.

he leans over, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

"i'll see you tomorrow," he says and pulls your hand away leaving your room and heading back to his car.

#eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn

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yourwattpadmom · 2 years

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This is part 2 of King Of The Damned.

Read Part 1 if you haven’t yet..

Part 2 - The Proposition

Word count: 8K

Song: Desire - Meg Myers (I highly recommend listening to this song after they're done 'talking' ;P )

Of all the places Harry expected a "creature of the night" to lead him to, a Holiday Inn was not one of them.

He wondered if he was being punked.

If not for his own intuition and the effects of her he could physically feel on his body, he would assume that one of his friends was playing a joke on him.

Because seriously? A Vampire Queen just took him to a fucking Holiday Inn.

Her amusement was obvious at his confusion. "What? You expected me to take you to my secret lair? Maybe you wanted to see a coffin?"

He felt a rush of blood rise to his cheeks because, well, yeah. He kinda did.

He lowered his gaze to the floor, feeling a little embarrassed at his stereotypical assumptions. But really, what else did he have to go off besides stereotypes from stories and movies?

"Sorry, I just.... Well... I don't know what I expected exactly. But I definitely didn't expect.. a Holiday Inn." He defended.

"Yes... well... let me ask you this: do you feel safe here?"

Harry thought about the bright lobby, how many people were close by, and how familiar it all was. And he thought about how he would feel if he had been taken to an unknown location, not knowing who else was around, and no one to hear him if he called for help. She had told him she wouldn't hurt him (without his consent), and he understood this was her making sure he really knew that. She did this to make HIM comfortable.

Realization dawned on his features and he felt a new sense of appreciation for this woman. This....Being.

He looked back into her eyes, "Yes.... I do.... Thank you."

She smiled at him and gestured for him to sit wherever he wanted. Again, a choice. He could choose bed or chair.

He chose the bed. It was softer.. and if there was even a chance of her joining him, he was already going to be there, ready and willing. He removed his shoes because it felt fundamentally wrong to wear shoes on top of any bed, and sat against the headboard, waiting to see what she would do next.

She seemed to float to the chair across the bed and lowered herself down as if it were a throne. He realized it didn't matter what the setting was. Party or cheap hotel room, she still exuded an air of royalty about her.

"I will answer your questions now. And then I will tell you why I brought you here."

She was letting him start? He supposed to keep him feeling somewhat safe and in control. It was working. He felt much more relaxed than he did while they were at the party. Well, as relaxed as he could be with a semi pushing against the seam of his tight leather pants. Just being in her proximity had that minimal effect on him.

But questions....Where to begin? He tried to organize his thoughts to make the most of this rare opportunity.

He cleared his throat, "Well, I suppose the first question is the most obvious one, just to make sure I really understand what you said back at the house.... You are a....a..Vampire...correct?" He somewhat stumbled over the word 'Vampire', still not fully believing he was having this conversation. In a Holiday Inn hotel room.

Her full lips curved up into a breathtaking smile, showing off two pointy fangs in the front row of teeth. She allowed the predator to flash briefly as her eyes glowed bright gold, ringed with red.

"Yes...." She purred, sending out her compulsion energy in one strong wave that hit Harry like a tsunami. It washed over him, coating him in a desire that overran any possible fear. A desire to do whatever this woman wanted him to do. Pupils dilated, he shifted to his hands and knees and started to move to crawl over to her, when just as suddenly as it hit him, it disappeared. Like his head breaking the surface of a wave that he didn't realize he'd been dragged under. Leaving him shaken .... and painfully hard in his pants.

He realized just how much power she was holding back from him. Making him both uneasy and aroused.

Taking uneven breaths and shaking his head to try to clear it, he moved back once again to rest against the headboard. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and swallowed harshly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down against his exposed throat as he struggled to regain control of his body. Exposing your throat to someone who just admitted - and demonstrated - they were a vampire probably wasn't the smartest idea. But he figured that if she wanted to bite him, there was little he could do to stop her. Chances are, he would be begging her to do it if she used her powers again. He might end up begging even if she didn't use them.

"You made your point. I believe you," he croaked out once he managed to calm down enough.

"Do you have other questions?" She calmly asked, pleased with his response to her. He wasn't as immune to her draw as she thought he was. Good.

"Are there many others like you? Vampires?" It seemed like a silly question, but he wanted to know how many there were.

"Of course.... I can't tell you exactly how many, not until we have an agreement. But yes. Enough that we have our own society. Our own rules...." She calmly answered with a slight shrug of one shoulder.

Harry thought about his next question, even though he felt like he already knew the answer. "If vampires are real, are there other beings besides vampires that we humans don't know about?"

"Yes." She answered simply. "But their secrets are their own. And as long as you are human, I cannot share those secrets with you."

What did she mean 'as long as he was human'? He was starting to understand that she might have brought him here as more than just a snack.

He put that aside for the moment, knowing she would tell him when it was her turn. "Ok, fair enough... I do have questions about your kind. Like, how long have you existed? How do humans not know about you? Can you go out in the sun? Do all vampires have powers? How accurate do the movies have it?" He started firing questions off rapid fire. Now that the floodgates had opened, all the things he was curious about came pouring out at once.

She simply smiled, as if expecting these questions. As though she had been asked them and answered them countless times. "A few thousand years; Because we don't want them to; Yes, but it is painful; Not all, but many do; And some have it close, while others are absolutely ridiculous." She answered his questions in order with a simple lift of her eyebrow.

"Do you have anymore questions for me, human?"

Harry collected his thoughts. He did. So many. But he knew that a lot of them would be answered when she told him why he was there. So he would wait to see what information she offered up, since the answers he was getting were incredibly vague, frustrating him.

"Just one more for now...." Harry took in her ethereal beauty and focused his attention on her eyes, "What is your name?"

Estrilda was surprised that was his last question. She expected the usual 'Why am I here? What are you going to do with me? Why me?'. Very few had actually asked her name. It was as though once they knew what she was, she just existed as that to them, not as someone with a name. They would just call her Queen. Or Master. Or Vampire. She liked that he seemed to want to know something about HER. Not just her kind. Even if it was something as simple as a name.

"Unless, of course, names hold some kind of power and you're not allowed to share that information, either..." Harry rushed out.

She smiled. "No, my name holds no power over me. I am Estrilda."

Harry couldn't quite pinpoint her accent. It sounded European, but such a blend he couldn't tell where it originated from. It had been driving him crazy all evening, trying to pinpoint where it came from. But the way her name rolled off her tongue reminded him a bit more of accents he had heard from somewhere around Southern Spain or Sicily even... No matter where her accent was from, her voice was melodic and he felt as though he could listen to her talk forever.

He loved her name. It was unique and beautiful and fit her perfectly. He felt that he owed her the basic manners in return. He gifted her a dimpled smile, "Hi Estrilda. I'm Harry...... Only fair that you know mine if I know yours..."

Estrilda was charmed by this human. She really hoped he would agree to her proposition. And if not... well.... he did seem to be effected by her powers at least a little bit...She would be tempted to use just a little to sway him... or at least keep him around for a while.....She really wasn't ready to part with him anytime soon. Plus, he smelled delicious. She was glad she had fed well at the party, because she hadn't been tempted this badly by a human in a very long time, and it was truly testing her self control. It was one of the reasons she had chosen to sit a little farther away from him to begin with. The closer she was to him, the stronger the urge came to have a taste.

A smirk curled her lips up to one side, "Harry, hm?....Such good manners.... Are you done with your questions? Are you ready to know why you are here talking with me instead of in my bed feeding me?"

Harry's mouth went dry at the the visual of him in her bed with her mouth on him, in whatever capacity she wanted to use it. He roughly swallowed and licked his lips, trying to bring moisture back to the Sahara Desert that had set up camp in his mouth.

"Yes..... Why?" He managed to croak out.

Estrilda slowly rose from her chair and started gliding towards him slowly, trailing her finger along the edge of the mattress as she moved.

"Well...Harry... You see every 200 years I must choose a new human to join us. It is my duty. I look for someone who is strong.... in both body.." She trailed her eyes up his legs and torso, down his arms. Goosebumps rose to the surface in the wake of her gaze. "...and mind." She brought that gaze up to meet his eyes again. She was getting closer to the side of the bed as she continued, "And your mind is very strong, Harry... At first I wasn't even sure YOU were human.... You could feel me....you were able to turn away from me.." At this, she pouted as she remembered how he escaped her snare. She moved her finger that was trailing along the mattress to his ankle and began to slowly drag it up his leg as she continued moving.

His skin was on fire where her touch was lightly grazing him. In a good way. He felt the heat spread immediately up his legs and his hard-on that he had managed to get down to a semi returned at full force, causing his breathing to hitch in his throat. His leg muscles contracted under the leather, and he tried subtly moving in hopes it would help him adjust what was now a very obvious erection pressing against the left side of his leg.

She smiled knowingly at his reaction, continuing her gentle exploration up his body. "But you are human, aren't you?" She looked at him through her eyelashes, her eyes still cast downward watching his body react to the smallest of her touches. His scent of his arousal was so thick in the air, it was overpowering the aroma of his blood calling to her.

"Yes.." He managed to breathe out, gripping the bedsheets to the side of him to keep his hands from reaching out to her.

She suddenly stopped her hand at the top of his thigh and gripped his leg suddenly and forcefully, her nails digging into his skin. If not for the leather, he was sure he would already be bleeding. But it didn't hurt. It only added to his aroused state. He hissed and threw his head back as his body jolted at the sudden movement.

"Then HOW did you feel me?! How did you turn away from me?!" She growled out, her soft soothing tone gone, replaced by a hard edge that could cut him into ribbons.

"I... I don't know!" He stammered out, heart racing. He could see her fully as the predator she was in that moment. He knew she could end him faster than he could blink if she wanted to. He forced his voice through the sawdust in his vocal chords to try to explain in hopes of soothing her ire. "I just.... I've always been able to feel energy from people around me..... I just chalked it down to having really good intuition.... or being empathic.....I can't even really be around large groups of people at a time without feeling totally drained, like their thoughts are always trying to beat their way into my mind..."

Estrilda gentled her touch on his leg, releasing her strong grip. The leather had indented, but not broken, so he might have some bruises, but no cuts. She would smell if she had broken skin. She of course was familiar with humans who were more sensitive in nature to the fates and energies around them. In her experience, they either learned to harness and control them, or they ended up as recluses or in insane asylums. Turning such a human was frowned upon, but not against the rules, necessarily. She knew that if he survived the change, his natural abilities would only increase, and he would not only be able to read minds, but if he was trained properly, he would have powers that mimicked her own. He would be able to use his gifts to influence others just as strongly. She debated whether or not bringing such a human into her flock would be wise... But the opportunity to also have such a weapon at her side was too great to pass up.

She flattened her hand against the top of his thigh, grazing his sizable erection as she moved her touch up to his torso.

Harry's hips involuntarily thrusted upwards at her soft touch on his cock and closed his eyes as a whimper escaped his parted lips. He had never come so close to cumming from just one touch before. It felt as if the entire lower part of his body was on fire, burning for her attention. He was surprised his cock hadn't simply burst through the leather, it was straining so hard against the fabric pulled tight around it.

Estrilda smiled at his responsiveness to her touch, and found her own body responding in not just hunger for his blood, but for his body as well. She hadn't felt desire this intense in a very very long time. She continued her exploration up to his bare stomach, using featherlight touch, placing one knee on the bed now beside him, leaning towards his body.

As soon as her fingers touched his bare skin, Harry's mind went fuzzy, all of his blood rushing to meet her touch. Lightning lit him on fire from within, he was shocked that he couldn't see actual sparks where their skin met for all that it felt like electricity was crackling.

"What would you say," her melodic voice echoed into the room, seeping under his skin and into his soul, "if I offered you immortality? And pleasure unlike anything you could ever imagine? Power beyond what your human body is capable of..." She continued as she grazed the skin of his torso, allowing her fingers to softly outline the butterfly tattoo on his stomach, and the swallow tattoos on his muscular chest. She paused at the cross symbol he wore that was settled between his pectoral muscles and smirked. Another thing that Hollywood had gotten wrong. Human's thought their faith would protect them against actual monsters. Silly mortals. Vampires thought it was so entertaining, many used it in their housing decor as a symbol of irony. She lifted it with the tip of her fingernail and let it fall back against his skin with a small smile playing at her lips.

She could feel his heart pounding, smell the blood pumping under his skin rapidly. Her mouth was watering at the sight and smell of the man laid out before her. But she said she would give him a choice. Something she wasn't allowed when she was turned. She wasn't using her compulsion powers on him, she wasn't using her powers to influence him at all. But she knew the power of her touch nonetheless. And if she was using that to influence him just a little bit, well, who could blame her? He really was so mouthwatering....

Harry attempted to think. To bring some circulation back into his brain so he could form some sort of rational thought. She was offering him immortality. Power. Pleasure. There had to be a catch. He knew that she was offering to turn him into one of her kind. A vampire. But he couldn't think clearly when she was this close. When she was touching him.

"Wait..." He panted out. He couldn't bring himself to move her hand, to make her stop touching him. But he needed a moment. "Please.... let me....I can't think when you're touching me.... Please.... wait...." He pleaded, eyes screwed shut, he waited for her to get angry for rejecting her touch, for asking her to stop. He just needed his brain to work for a few minutes.

Estrilda was surprised yet again at his resolve. At his control. She was secretly pleased. This would bode well for him learning to control his thirst - and his powers - as a fledgling. As long as he was willing to let go of control enough to let The Change take him. That was a risk with a soul as strong as his. Which is why his agreement was so important. If he didn't WANT to survive The Change, with his resolve, she was fairly sure he wouldn't. He had to want this. So she respected his request and removed her hand with no small amount of difficulty. The urge to touch him was just as strong as his desire to receive it.

"Thank you...." Harry was still trying to catch his breath and focus his mind on what she was offering him. After a few minutes, he was able to breathe deeply again and look at her. She was now sitting on the side of the bed, looking at him with what he could only describe as sexual hunger. He wasn't sure how much of that was sexual and how much of that was actual hunger.

"I'm sorry..... I just... I have a couple of questions..... if that's ok?" He asked sheepishly, feeling like a mouse trying to engage in conversation with a lion that was trying to eat him.

"Ask them," she replied shortly. Her patience was wearing thin, and her hunger was growing.

"You're asking me to become like you... become a Vampire?" He asked, just for clarity.

"Yes." Her answer was clipped.

"What's the catch? I mean..... Immortality, power..... pleasure..." he gulped after the last word, already knowing that she wasn't exaggerating in that promise at all.

At this, she looked a little like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Well, as much as a queen could look guilty at all.

"Well, the process of The Change isn't very.... pleasant. It might possibly be the most painful thing you've ever endured. And you will be weak. For quite some time, as your body adjusts to working without your heart sustaining it. You won't be able to be around your family or friends, not until you've gotten your thirst and your powers under control. That could take a few years.....or a few hundred years. Depends on the strength of your will. With what I've seen of that, I think you will gain control faster than most. Of course, as they get older and you don't, you will have to cut ties with them completely so they remain ignorant of your immortality. You will not be able to sire children or maintain long relationships with any human, in order to keep our secrets safe."

She let that sink in. She had gotten carried away in her lust and thirst for this human. She always had laid out all the information for her would-be fledglings so they could make the choice knowing what they were getting into. He had made her want to skip over the unpleasant parts in her desire to have him.

"And of course, you must feed.....on humans. You will no longer be part of the human world. You will be part of The Other...." She continued. "However, you will not be alone. Unless you choose to be. During your Change, I will be taking care of you. You will feed off my body to gain your strength. We will sustain each other to create a bond that you will not be able to break. I will not control you, but you will owe me fealty. After 200 years, should you choose to leave The Seethe, our family, and go alone into the world, you may. But you must always answer my call should I need you... Or you may choose to stay by my side, with the others in my home."

Harry's mind was suddenly very clear, the haze of arousal washed away at all of this information. He may never see his friends and family again? He would be completely dependent on this woman for 200 years? And beholden to her for an eternity? It was a lot to process, and too much to decide in a moment. He needed time. He wondered if that was an option.

"I see...." He muttered. "Is it..... is it at all possible for me to have some time to think it over? It's a lot to decide in a moment, especially since the majority of my blood isn't in my right brain." He joked, glancing down at his hard cock straining against the fabric in his pants.

She followed his gaze and licked her lips. Technically, she didn't have to start the change with him until tomorrow night. But she was so very hungry, and more aroused than she had been in quite a few centuries.

She moved closer to him on the bed, and brought her hand up to his head, running her fingers through his thick curly locks. He closed his eyes at her gentle touch, and wondered if she was simply soothing him in order to kill him for not accepting her proposal outright. He couldn't bring himself to care in that moment, her touch calming his whole body. The opposite effect of what it had been doing earlier. He sighed.

"Yes, Harry..." She replied softly. "For you, I will let you have 24 hours. I do not give this allowance to many, but you are special..... so I will give you time. But tomorrow night is the last night we can begin the change, when the veils between worlds are thin. It will make the process easier for you...." She continued to stroke his silky strands, twirling her fingers around the ringlets that fell past his shoulders. "There is the condition, of course, that you are not allowed to talk to anyone about this. You must not expose who we are. In order to ensure this, I must create a bond, so that I may find you immediately. And it will not allow you to lie to me, either.... Not to worry, if you decide your answer is no, then I will remove the bond.." That last part was a little bit of a white lie. The bond would be very difficult and painful to break, and she had no intention of removing it right away. If he didn't want to join her, she wanted to be able to find him again regardless, if even just for the occasional snack.... or fuck. She would remove it....eventually. Probably.

Harry continued to be soothed by her hand in his hair, listening to her terms and conditions. It sounded more than fair to him. He was a little nervous about the idea of the bond, but if she would remove it, then he wasn't too worried about it.

"That is more than fair, and very generous of you. I have no intention of talking to anyone else about this. I just need some time to think about it for myself...... Um.... How do you create the bond?" He asked, nerves apparent in his voice.

Estrilda smiled like the predator she was. It would look terrifying if she wasn't so stunning. "Oh, Harry.... That's the fun part...." She moved quickly, placing her knees on either side of his hips, straddling his lap, moving her hand from his hair to his neck, spreading her fingers out on either side of his jaw, tilting his head up at an angle, feeling his breath and pulse pass through his throat as both became rapid. She licked her lips and leaned forward, body hovering over his, to inhale deeply against his skin, indulging herself by allowing his scent to seep into her blood.

"Tonight," she purred, "I will show you but a small sample of what pleasure you might experience at my side..." She moved her hand down the front of his throat, dragging it down his chest and stomach, until it landed on his throbbing erection pushing against the leather between her thighs.

"You will allow me to feed from you, and we will satiate both of our hungers until our bodies are satisfied and well fed," she purred into his ear. "You will not feel any pain, my bite will not turn you, only bring you pleasure beyond your wildest fantasies..." She gave his cock a small squeeze and smiled against his his skin when her touch elicited a low moan from his chest and his hips thrust up to meet her hand, his thighs contracting under hers.

Harry was past rational thought. His body was now in complete control, reacting solely to her touch, her voice, her power. He couldn't say no even if he wanted to. And he definitely didn't want to. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life. His whole being was focused on the pleasure already zinging through body in response to her movements, her breath, the words coming out of her perfect mouth.

His hands flew to her hips in order to grip something to keep himself grounded, as his hips moved restlessly under her body and her touch.

His fingers digging into her hips was like a switch in both of them, snapping the thread of control that had already been stretched beyond its limit.

"Fuck..." Harry ground out, pulling her hips harshly against his aching cock, thrusting up against her center. "Yes, yes, please.... make the bond... Just please.... I need...." he trailed off, out of his mind with lust at the feeling of her warmth against his hardness. He was starting to whimper in frustration at the thickness of his leather pants, having a difficult time feeling much but pressure pressing against him. He needed more. It's a good thing she didn't ask him to agree to The Change when she was on top of him like this. He would have agreed to be her blood slave forever if it meant being able to feel her body pressed against him.

"Ssshhh.... I know. I will make it all feel better...I promise." Her own voice a little breathy as he handled her body with more strength and force she had experience from a human before. His fingers biting into the flesh at her hips spurred her on, and she rolled her center against him, pressing her chest against his in a languid movement. Her incisors elongated and sharpened in her mouth, anticipating the feed. She was having a difficult time separating her hunger for his touch from the hunger for his blood. She was near vibrating with need for both.

So she would satisfy both.

She continued the sensual rolling of her hips and body against him, her chest sliding up and down on his as she leaned her face into his neck and licked a long stripe from his collarbone up to where his ear met his jaw. Where his pulse was the strongest. The effect of her saliva on his skin was immediate.

Harry let out a long, low groan as the euphoric chemicals in her saliva began to seep into his skin. Where her tongue had tasted his neck felt like the entire surface was tingling with a sensation he could only describe as a local orgasm. He thrusted his hips more roughly into her cunt, chasing some sort of relief. Then he felt a tiny pinch on his skin under her mouth, and that sense of euphoria spread so quickly under his skin, it felt as though that orgasmic feeling he had felt before was a raindrop compared to the flood of pleasure coursing through his body. He moaned loudly, his hips jolting up and his back arching as an actual orgasm hit him, his cum spilling into his pants.

He expected the usual post-orgasm let down of energy, a moment to collect himself and deal with the embarrassment of cumming in his pants from dry humping like some inexperienced teenager. But his cock remained hard, his pulse and breathing heavy, as though it had never happened. He only felt a little more sensitive, but was still unbelievably hard and panting underneath her.

As soon as Harry's blood hit her tongue, Estrilda was in heaven. Well, as close as The Damned can get to heaven. His blood was spicy and felt like it was sprinkled with tiny flecks of light that tickled her tastebuds and created sparkles in her belly. She had never tasted anyone like this in her 1500 years. She was immediately addicted. The sparkles spread into a fire in her lower belly, increasing her arousal and pleasure at the sensation of his hard cock pressing against the seam of the leather. Her skin gliding slickly on the front of his pants, unencumbered by underwear that she hadn't felt was necessary to wear tonight. She felt Harry stiffen underneath her and at the sound of his moan and the feel of him pulsing under her pussy, she released a moan of her own. Letting his flavor and the sensations of her sensitive skin against the hard leather trigger her own orgasm. She broke the seal of her lips at his neck, lapping at the wound to immediately heal the skin and catch any spare blood that tried to escape. She decided she would be the only one ever to feed from Harry. The effect his blood had on her body was far too addictive to allow anyone else to taste him. They would never want to stop. And it was her duty to protect him, just as much as it was his to protect her. When she was done, Harry had a pretty mean looking hickey, but that's all it would look like to anyone else.

Their mutual orgasms did nothing to satisfy their hunger for each other. Both hands started ripping off clothing, tearing fabric, not caring about ever being able to put it on again. Harry's pants became shreds of leather tossed around the room. Estrilda's skirt was ripped in half, as was her bralette as it was torn from her body. Soon they were naked and panting, Estrilda back in her position astride Harry's hips, hands frantic as they tried to feed their hunger with touch. It wasn't enough.

Harry looked at the Goddess on top of him, eyes glowing bright gold, ringed with red, lips swollen and parted, fangs behind them elongated and sharp with blood dripping off the tips of them and trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her skin seemed to glow as well, though it was cool to the touch, it was softer than he expected. His hands followed his eyes as they moved down her chest, taking in the dark skin around her erect nipples. They cupped and kneaded her breasts, fingers gently pinching and pulling at her nipples, causing her head to fall back and she thrust them further into his hands. He couldn't resist from diving forward and tasting her skin himself, wrapping his lips around one her nipples and sucking it into his mouth harshly. Her hands flew to his head, gripping his hair to hold him in place as she rocked against him, feeling his hardness rub against her clit with each roll of her hips.

Harry finished suckling one and moved his attention to her other breast, his other hand massaging and tweaking the one he just left behind. The taste of her skin was driving him crazy. He could only imagine how delectable her essence would be.

"I wanna taste you...... please..... can I taste you...?" He mumbled between licks and sucks on her breast. "It's only fair...You tasted me.... Please, Estrilda...."

Estrilda moaned loudly at his ministrations at her breasts, his voice gravely and pleading, the sound of her name rolling off his tongue her new favorite sound. With only a little difficulty, she lifted her body off of his lap, rising to her knees. They both whined at the loss in contact. He looked up at her, pouting for moving away. Her hands woven tightly into his hair, faces close together, she watched his eyes dart around her face and land on her mouth again. She watched his pupils dilate and saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips. She tightened her grip in his long hair to hold him in place as he attempted to move his head forward to kiss her. He pouted and furrowed his brows, looking back up into her eyes for some sort of explanation of why she would deny him a kiss.

"Tomorrow, my sweet. Tonight, I can feed on you, but I cannot let you have any of my blood, I cannot let you taste my mouth.... I cannot let you drink from my folds.... as much as I would love that. If you do not wish to begin The Change tonight, then we must be careful..."

Harry frowned, but nodded and returned his attention back to lapping at her skin. He placed open mouth kisses along her neck and where he was used to feeling a pulse at the junction of her jaw and neck the movement under her skin was still aside from her panting and muscles contracting in her movements. He paused briefly and then suctioned his mouth against her throat, in the same spot she had marked him. He couldn't break her skin and feed from her, but he was surprised at how intensely he felt the desire to do so.

Pulse or not, she reacted the same way to the feel of his mouth suctioning at her neck's most sensitive spot. She lowered her hips again, this time with the goal of joining them completely. She gripped one hand tightly in his hair on the back of his head, pulling it away from her neck, and at the same time placing her other hand at the base of his cock to position it for her to join them.

She looked into his eyes for confirmation, and at his small nod, she lowered herself down onto his engorged cock. At the first feel of his bulbous head pushing past her entrance, they both gasped, mouths dropping open and maintaining eye contact as she allowed his thickness to slowly fill her up. Their moans filled the air as they took in the sensations wracking their bodies. He was bigger and thicker than most mortals. Hell, he was bigger and thicker than most non-mortals. She felt the delicious stretch of her muscles, his ridges hitting all the right spots, his length hitting a depth in her that had been neglected for far too long. Yes, she had made an excellent choice. She was positive she could live happily on his cock for at least 200 years, if not eternity. She felt something else shift inside of her, like a lock sliding into place that she didn't know was missing. An alignment of.... something.... deep inside of where her soul would be if she had one. It distracted her for a moment. And then he started moving, and the only thing she could focus on was the feel of his long cock gliding in and out of her sheath.

Harry had nothing to compare this feeling to. As soon as her warmth had wrapped around him, he felt as though part of his soul had left his body and joined with her. He felt her wrapped not only around his length, but wrapped around every cell in his body. He felt like he was drowning in her, and he never wanted to come up for air. He had to move to keep from going insane, so he began slow languid thrusts up from the bed, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, moving her up and and down on him, the other arm propped behind him to give him leverage.

But it wasn't enough. He needed more. He kept his arm wrapped around her waist and pushed his weight into his supporting arm to twist his body and lie her on her back underneath him. From this position, he could fully gorge himself on her body. Moving his hands so they gripped her hips, he knelt back to stand on his knees and lifted her body up and down on his length. He watched himself pull out and then disappear inside of her. Her pussy was just as breathtaking as the rest of her. He cursed that he couldn't taste her tonight. His mouth watered at the sight of her juices dripping off of his cock, and it took all his willpower not to swipe his fingers through their mixed arousal to bring it to his mouth for a taste.

At this angle, he could see her whole body splayed out for him, her breasts bouncing with his thrusts, her hair fanned out around her head like a crown. He watched her hands move to play with her breasts as her tongue ran along her sharp fangs as she watched his muscles move her body. Looking down at her lower belly, he could see the skin bulge where he was moving inside of her. The visual made him feral. He brought one had up to rub at her clit, thrusting harder, making her body jolt with each movement.

Estrilda was lost in the vision of the man above her. Never did she let a mortal move her body around like this, take control before The Change. But watching the muscles of his arms bulge as they held her weight, the sweat glistening on his chest and abdominals with each thrust, was only increasing her pleasure. His long hair hung in curtains around his face, his mouth hung low as he watched their joining. She could see his temptation to taste her, which pleased her greatly. She wasn't sure she could live 200 years without enjoying his mouth on her, regardless of how impressive his cock was. When he started rubbing at her clit and hitting deeper inside her with each forceful thrust, she started to come undone. Pleasure that had already been building up started increase as a fire built in her lower belly. All of her muscles were gripping him, feeling each ridge and vein, increasing her sensitivity. Finally, fireworks erupted under her skin, causing explosions throughout her body. Her natural desire to feed to enhance the experience overtook her actions and she quickly pulled him down to her with inhuman speed and strength and sunk her teeth into his neck as she wrapped her legs around his hips, keeping the movement going for them both. As his blood flooded her system, those explosions rocked her core and caused vibrations throughout her entire system until she felt like all the blood in her body was pure light, pulsing and glowing. Her orgasm was never ending, flooding her body with intense pleasure she had never felt with a human before.

At the feel of her fangs piercing his skin, Harry moaned loudly and his hip movements became uneven and sloppy as he reached his cock as deeply in her as he could go. His spine was on fire and his balls tight against his body, wetly smacking against her, covered in their arousal. He shuddered and jolted as his orgasm hit him like a nuclear bomb. Blinding light erupted in his body and he shouted her name as he pumped his cum deep into her, coating her walls. The longer she drank from him, the more he continued to pump into her, this orgasm outlasting any he had ever experienced.

Estrilda became aware that she was draining him, and she needed to stop if he was going to be strong enough for tomorrow night. Reluctantly, she pulled her mouth way from him and licked away the blood that had smeared, her saliva instantly healing his skin. She felt his body become heavy as he collapsed on top of her in exhaustion. His weight didn't bother her. She could carry him with one arm, easily. It felt.....strangely comforting. Almost like a hug. Which she hadn't felt in quite some time...

She could feel his cum in her non-functioning womb, painting her walls, and leaking out of her. He wasn't the only one desperate for a taste. She was sure his seed was just as delicious as his blood. But if she started that, then she would wear them both out. And they both needed their strength for what was to come.

She was certain he would accept her proposal. And if he didn't, well then, she just found a new favorite play toy.

Harry was exhausted. All of his limbs felt like iron weights and his eyes were heavy. He was aware all of his weight was on top of Estrilda, but he couldn't manage to move. He felt as though he couldn't quite catch his breath, and his heart rate felt weak.

"I can't move..." he mumbled against her neck, pressing his lips gently to the skin there.

She was surprised at his gentle kiss. Yet, she liked this affectionate man and the feel of his lips on her skin. She didn't realize she was smiling until she spoke, "I may have taken more than I intended...Your blood is quite.... addictive.."

She easily moved their bodies so he was laying on his back with her next to him. They both breathed in a sharp breath at his length leaving her warmth. His milky white fluid leaked out of her onto the bed, but neither paid any mind. Sex was messy, and they loved it. Her hand gently moved to caress his skin, gliding from his shoulder down his torso to his hip and leg and back up again. She repeated the pathway, moving across from one side to another. This is something she could do for him, to make up for taking so much from him tonight. This power to renew and rejuvenate was hers to give to her fledglings to help them survive. She would gift it to him tonight, even though he had not yet agreed to be hers.

Harry felt his energy returning with each pass of her hand. His skin becoming warm and tingling underneath her touch. He knew she was using some sort of power, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It felt so good, and it was helping his strength. Already he felt his arms and legs feel lighter, his heart rate stronger. Breathing was easier, and his body relaxed. Soon that heavy, weak feeling was but a memory, replaced by this euphoric feeling of her touch.

He sighed in relief and gratitude for whatever it was that she had done. "Thank you," he breathed out, turning his head to look at her face. His eyes memorized her features, though he was certain every curve and ridge was forever permanently imprinted on his brain.

"This was but just a small taste of what life could be like with me, Harry. But imagine it with no limits, with heightened sensations. We would never grow weak, or hungry. We would sustain each other. There would be no need for food or sleep. Your body would always be strong.... powerful....You could taste me in every way you want.... Whenever you want.... This - this is nothing compared to the pleasure you will feel from drinking me in..... " She wanted him, and she was willing to use everything she could to entice him, convince him, and still have it be his choice.

Harry wanted it. He wanted her. He wanted everything she was offering him. Truth be told, he didn't care that much for the power or immortality. He never felt like he quite belonged to the human race anyways, he wondered if he would feel more at home with The Other world. He was far too curious about it to turn it away. But more than his curiosity, more than any desire for power or immortality, he wanted HER. He would leave all that other stuff if it meant he could have HER. She fit into a place in his soul that he didn't realize was missing. With her her felt...complete.

But he had asked for time, because he did need to know he was making the decision apart from her direct influence. He knew she was powerful, and he needed to make sure that the choice really was HIS, not her power convincing him it was.

Looking into her eyes, he brought a hand up to cradle her face and rub his thumb along her cheek. "Tomorrow..... I will give you my decision tomorrow.....My queen..." He gently spoke, smiling softly.

Her lips curved upward as she stroked her hand through his silky strands. "Yes..... tomorrow."

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Author's Note

I published this without proofreading or editing. I just really wanted to get it out because it wasn't letting me focus on anything else. I retain full rights to come back and fix anything I didn't catch and edit a bit later on. Because I can. ;P

I hope you are enjoying their story! The way I have it planned out, I have only 2 more parts left. This was meant to be a one shot, but apparently I really can't do that. I'll see if I can satisfactorily get it all out in 4 chapters though....

Oh, I made a Spotify playlist for this book. Vampire vibes, babes!

Part 3

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@colincubs (continued from here):

It felt like a lot of time had passed now to build up to this moment, the anticipation killing him as the night finally came that Prilla would hear the song he wrote. Their special night at the boys’ apartment party was what inspired it, and Cubby had already made sure to emphasize to Prilla that this new song was extra special. He was nervous but excited all at once; thank god it was Slightly who was responsible for performing the song — Cubby didn’t do so well with crowds. He always made sure to support Slightly during any sets from the side of the stage though. It was his job as best friend and co-writer to be his personal cheerleader, and he took that responsibility very seriously. After all, without Slightly, many of Cubby’s ideas would go unheard, so he made sure to be as supportive as possible to show his appreciation. It was tempting to try and find Prilla beforehand so he could get her live reaction to the song, but he unfortunately didn’t catch her until Slightly’s set ended. He smiled nervously as he found her among the crowd of people, mentally reminding himself that this should be a special moment. Time hadn’t worked in their favor thus far, between the interruption at the party and the several failed attempts to discuss their kiss at the festival, but maybe the song was the key. “There you are! I’m glad I found you,” his smile remained as he nervously met her gaze. Was it rude to just cut right to the chase? He couldn’t help but want to know her thoughts on the song! “So .. how’d you like it?”

After Cubby had told her that he wanted her to hear his new song and that it was really special, Prilla couldn’t stop thinking about what he meant by that. Ever the hopeful romantic, she couldn’t help imagining that it could be a confession of sorts—a grand gesture to express his feelings rather than telling her the ordinary way. A girl could dream…In reality, she still wasn’t entirely sure whether her crush was requited or not, but there were good signs leading her to hold onto hope. Even if they hadn’t been able to discuss it since then, he had kissed her. (It still made her blush to think about.) That couldn't have been just a friendly kiss, could it? They'd certainly never done it before in their years of friendship!

The day finally came that Slightly performed their new song, and even he made note before playing the song that it was, in his words, 'a special song written by a special someone for somebody special.' Accompanied by a wink towards the general area Prilla stood in the audience, so his meaning couldn't be missed. The song was so cheerful and so Cubby, she had to dance along, but much like the lyrics suggested she wished he could be there dancing with her. When he finally found her after the set and asked how she liked the song, she beamed. “I loved it.” Feeling emboldened, she grabbed his hand and swung it between them as she smiled up at him.

#ic #cubby #kiss her again u fool #legacy post issue so we're making a new one; it was a time skip anyway!#cubby4

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m4rsd1ed · 11 months

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Chapter 3 || exchange students charm

- Brandons POV-

Me and Carlie were getting ready for Enzo's party. She was putting glitter on her face and i told her to wait until we get to the party to put some on me. She had on a skirt with some tights and a baby tee with her leather jacket on. I just put on jeans and a white tank top with a random chain I found. We get in the car and we head off on the ride there we play 'slut me out' and other upbeat loud ass songs. When we get there its live as fuck and people are already hella drunk.

Me and Carlie take some shots and she puts glitter on my face and about an hour later while and Carlie are drinking we see Damien passed out and Carlie whispers me "hey why don't you be a knight in shining armor and go get him.." and even tho I fucking hate him right now I feel too bad not to help. I pick him up and signal to Carlie to come to the nearest restroom and we both head there and I lay him in the bathtub.

Right when we are about to leave I feel a hand grab my wrist "hey wait.." I look at the hand then at Damien. "sorry for being a bitch to you and you friend please just stay.." he says softly and I look for Carlie but she's already gone but I still stay with him because once again im too kind for the life of me. "can you just come sit with me.." he says as he sits himself up and puts his feet over the edge of the bathtub sitting.

We start making jokes and laughing our heads off and after a bit im almost and drunk as him. "hey you're kind of growing on me not gonna lie.." I said to him kind of mumbly. After I said that we just stare at each other and he suddenly grabs my face and kisses me. I started leaning into it and I don't think he even knew what he was doing but yo be honest I wasn't going to tell him.

We both let go and he just kind of panics and puts his head between his knees and his hands on his head. "hey we're both drunk so like no homo right?" I say to him reassuring him its okay. "no you don't get it I liked it.." he said softly and i was shooken up "well that's okay if you're gay I don't really care" I say to him. "no seriously you don't get it Brandon.." he says while crying.

I hold him while rubbing his back "why are you so shodden up about this I won't tell anyone if you're gay.." I say to him but he keeps sobbing and saying that I don't get it. After awhile he turns his head and says to me "I went to a conversion camp and they taught me that me being gay was for attention and that I just haven't found the right girl yet so I've just been waiting.." he confesses to me. "well then lets find you the girl its a party lets go find her come on!" I say it enthusiastically knowing on the inside im kind of sad the kiss didn't mean anything truly. We both get up stumbling and go back to the party and we look around and I point to a girl.

"She's staring you down right now bro go get her just go start talking to her and ask her to go to get food or something." I say to him and he straightens himself up and walks to her and from afar I see them talking. she's twirling her hair and looking at him lovingly and he is messing with his hands while talking to her and after while they finish talking and I hear "alright it's a date then see you Monday" he says then winks and walks back to me laughing from being proud of himself. "Okay so we are pretending that 'thing' that happened never happened right?" he says and I nod in return. "hey im gonna go find Carlie see you around tho?" I say and he nods and waves bye. As I turn to walk back I start crying until I find Carlie and she runs up and hugs me.

"hey hey what happened?" she's asks. "I kissed a boy and he didn't like it so I helped him find a girl so we could move on.."

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HELP I LOVE THIS CHAPTER WHAT OML..

Word count: 771 words

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hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

masterlist

#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!!

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out.

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration.

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . . (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her.

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks.

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car.

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago.

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one.

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy.

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic.

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?”

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point, (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him.

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop.

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened.

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie. (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters.

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom.

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine.

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired.

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her.

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack.

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core. (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad.

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him.

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet. (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away. (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N) felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-” (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God, (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck, (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow.

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kpostedsum · 3 years

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high | d.m

summary: you find an unhealthy way of coping after draco cheats on you

warnings: drug use (marijuana) angsty¿, cheating, illusions to sex

song: habits - tove lo

a/n: this fic isn’t meant to romanticize drug use in any way. i also know nothing abt weed so LOL and very rushed & not edited

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I eat my dinner in my bathtub

Then I go to sexclubs

Watching freaky people gettin' it on

It doesn't make me nervous

If anything I'm restless

Yeah, I've been around and I've seen it all

you had a few minutes left of your charms class which was your last class before the weekend. you wanted nothing more than to get out of here and cuddle up with your boyfriend— who was enjoying his free period right now.

draco was one of the best boyfriends you could ask for, the frequent dates, gifts, and attention— it was more than you could wish for.

“you’re excused. you essays are due at the beginning of next week” snapes monotone voice dragged on as you quickly packed up your things and made your way to the slytherin common room.

I get home, I got the munchies

Binge on all my Twinkies

Throw up in the tub

Then I go to sleep

And I drank up all my money

Days get kinda lonely

entering the slytherin common room your eyes immediately searched for a certain blond boy, yet he was nowhere to be found. you made your way to the boys dorms in hopes of finding him there but you’re quickly interrupted by two familiar voices.

“why hello y/n, marvellous weather we’re having today aren’t we?” theo asked looking towards the ceiling and smiling as if he were outside, blaise blocking your path as he did so.

“i’m not sure what weather you’re talking about since we’re inside but i am okay thank you” you responded with a chuckle, trying to make your way past blaise.

“wait y/n” he stopped you. “can i borrow the astronomy notes? i would ask luna but i can’t find her anywhere” blaise continued.

they both seemed awfully on edge and anxious, you figured it was just quidditch nerves getting to them since there was an upcoming game this week.

“i have yet to finish my astronomy notes, but i did see luna in the great hall if you want her notes. now if you’d excuse me i’d like to see draco” you said trying to push past the two boys who still wouldn’t let you through.

“forget malfoy! let’s do something instead, we’re so much more fun than him, right blaise?” theo said giving blaise a pointed look as he threw his arm around your shoulder.

“right you are nott, let’s go!” blaise continued also throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the boys dorm.

“what? no, i have plans with draco. now excuse me” you said pushing them both off and heading towards dracos door.

as you get closer to his door you can hear heavy breathing, pants and skin slapping on skin. you’re confused, you figured draco would be taking a nap or running over drills for quidditch practice. the closer you get, the louder the noises become.

“pans, you feel so good”

you recognize that voice anywhere.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

quickly you turned your head towards blaise and theo who had their heads lowered in shame, refusing to meet your gaze. “is this some kind of sick joke, are you guys pulling a prank or something because this isn’t funny” you said seriously not wanting to believe what you’re hearing from inside of your boyfriends dorm.

“we’re sorry, we tried to convince him not too but he wouldn’t listen” theo muttered silently.

it felt like your world was breaking apart slowly. just not too long ago you were excited to spend a weekend with your boyfriend who you loved so dearly, the same boyfriend who you’ve been dating for years, the same boyfriend who gets jealous about how much time you spend with his mum rather than him.

with shaky fingers you put your hand on the door knob and quickly pushed the door open, already preparing for the worst.

there he was, wrapped up with parkinson in the same bed you two shared not even twenty-four hours ago. her body straddling his naked, just like yours was doing the night before. you stood there frozen, mouth agape— not even knowing what to do with yourself.

“baby, i can explain, just please— y/n please don’t leave” draco said pushing pansy off of him, shuffling on his pants and reaching out towards you.

“dont touch me, malfoy!” you yelled and everyone froze. “you lost the right to touch me the minute you even thought of touching her” you continued sending both him and pansy a glare with tears threatening to slip from your eyes.

“darling please, i can explain—”

“no draco, we’re done just leave me alone, please” your voice cracking at the end as you pushed past blaise and theo rushing towards the girls dormitory.

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

it’s been days since you last left your room, days since you last saw draco. daphne would come by and check on you but you’d always dismiss her, wanting to be alone. regret is one word to describe how you’ve been feeling— you gave him everything and he threw it away so carelessly for a quick hook up.

you missed waking up against his smooth skin in his embrace, tracing the lines and scars across his porcelain skin as you waited for him to wake up, the way he’d try to kiss you in the morning without brushing his teeth and you wouldn’t let him because of morning breath— but he’d still do it anyways.

you missed him, but he didn’t want you anymore.

maybe it was something you’ve done, you’ve been quite busy with work recently so you haven’t been spending as much time with him as normal. he was probably lonely and trying to seek the attention you lacked to give him.

getting up, you stared at yourself in the mirror picking yourself apart. you were pretty, it was a well known fact around hogwarts, maybe he thought she was prettier. she was the life of the party and always up for some mischief whereas you preferred to do stuff in silence and would rather be with a small group of people. maybe he liked how exciting she was in comparison to you, she probably brought a spark of excitement to his life that you couldn’t.

dreading to feel something you quickly showered and got ready to leave your room hoping to run into a specific set of twins.

Pick up daddies at the playground

How I spend my daytime

Loosen up the frown,

Make them feel alive

I'll make it fast and greasy

I'm on my way to easy

“well what can we do for you today” fred said to you with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

“do you have any muggle herb left?” you asked in a low voice making sure no one heard you.

“maybe we do, maybe we don’t” george said. “how much are you offering in exchange though” he continued.

“ten galleons for three ounces, is that enough” you said pulling the galleons out of your pockets and placing them in george’s palm.

“it was a pleasure doing business with you” they said in unison as fred placed the tiny baggie in your pocket so no one would see.

once you returned to your dormitory you quickly pulled out the pre-rolled muggle herb, lit it and let yourself forget.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

you started showing up to class late with red tired eyes, not caring about the looks you got. at this point every one knew what had happened but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

the muggle herb brought you a sense of bliss and freedom, a new feeling you haven’t felt before but something that you now craved.

“are you high right now?” draco said as he sat himself in the seat beside you.

“since when do you care about what i’m doing” you said sharply, not wanting to talk with him.

“love, you don’t smoke. who gave that stuff to you, i’ll kill them—”

“no you won’t.” you said turning towards him. “you won’t do any of that because you don’t own me and i’m not your girlfriend anymore. so mind your business malfoy, i’m sure parkinson’s waiting for you”

the rest of the class you both sat in silence working on potions that draco did most of since you weren’t in the correct mind state and he wasn’t willing to let his mark falter over your slip up.

you find it amazing how even when you’re on drugs he still looks amazing. the way his nose curves perfectly with a slight bump, and the way his hands move with caution as he pours the potion into the waste bucket.

“look, i’m sorry for what happened with pansy. it didn’t mean anything i swear, i don’t know why i did it but i regret it with my life” draco said breaking your thoughts, he looked older than normal and had dark circles underneath his under eyes. you wondered why he looked so distraught when he wasn’t the one who got cheated on.

“a sorry isn’t going to fix this draco” you told him. he knew you were right but he didn’t want to admit it. he hadn’t talked to pansy since the day you walked in on them, the guilt has been eating him up inside. he stayed silent and didn’t bother respond to you, he knew anything he said would have made the situation worst than it already is— but how he wished you were still his sweet y/n.

“now if you excuse me, i have some fun to attend too” you said leaving him alone as you made your way back to your dorm.

Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun, it got no end

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

over the last few weeks, you couldn’t remember the last time you were sober. you started skipping classes to smoke and avoiding your friends so they’d stop questioning your habits.

you were forgetting and that’s all that mattered, you didn’t care how it was affecting your health— it made you feel better. sometimes you wished there was another way, another way to forget how he held you at night pressing soft kisses to your skin, another way to forget the way he took pansy the same way he took you. you wonder if he feels as sorry as he looks, he’s the one who cheated so he can’t possibly care that much.

you hear two knocks at your door which quickly break you from your state making you more attentive, cleaning yourself up and opening the door. there stood draco— his eyes red as well, like hes been crying.

“y/n listen, i know what i did was wrong and that i tried to pretend it wasn’t me but please. i didn’t mean too, you mean the world to me. i miss you so much love.” he pleaded with you.

“y’know draco, i miss you too” you admitted. “but i’ve found a way to forget about you, maybe you should do the same”.

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

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flowerkidlxrry · 3 years

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Lowkey - Drew Starkey

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Warning: contains police, alcohol and nicotine

Song: Lowkey - NIKI

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After the shooting of the Outer Banks 2 Chase and Madelyn hosted wrap party at their house. All the cast are there and being Madelyn’s best friend I was invited too. I got there around 11pm and went to Madelyn and Chase to congratulate them.

She pulled me aside and said “Rafe is there, why don’t you say hi?” while wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed at her and said she was crazy. We have an inside joke that I like toxic men therefore I am attracted to Rafe Cameron but Drew is so different from his character, he’s the type of guy that is gentle and very funny and that’s the opposite of my type in guys.

Madelyn excused herself to welcome the other guests that are coming and I decided to go to the kitchen to get myself a drink. I heard Madelyn call my name and invited me to play beer pong with the cast. I joined them and when it was my turn to play, I was against Drew. I can see him crossing his fingers and praying that I don’t get to shoot the ball to the cup cause he’s already wasted. But I got the shot he groaned but still chugged the cup of beer where the ball landed. The game lasted for 5 rounds until almost everyone is tipsy. I went back to the kitchen to find something to eat when Drew approached me.

“You got me pretty drunk out there, you’re good at playing beer pong” he said.

“That was luck cause I don’t even know how to play I just followed what everyone was doing” I said.

He chuckles, “By the way I’m Drew. Nice to meet you uhh?”

“y/n, Mads is my best friend.” I said.

“Nice name, hmmm I like it. By the way I’m about to head outside to smoke do you want to come?” he asked.

“Yes sure let me just get hmmm THIS for us” I said while holding a bottle of whiskey.

We went outside the house and sat to the curb. He offered me a cigarette and held the lighter out for me. We were just sitting there smoking and drinking the whiskey that we stole inside. The chaos from the party inside echoes through the silent neighbourhood.

“I feel like at some point the police will show up, it’s too crazy inside.” I said and he agreed.

Wonder what I'll do when the cops come through

And the whiskey's run out

'Cause I've been lookin' at you since half past two

Wanna take this downtown?

This liquid courage got me way too honest

Put your phone on vibrate, let's catch a vibe, babe

While the sun's down

A few minutes later, I saw one of the neighbors wearing a robe and looks like she’s calling someone but she’s looking at the house. Moments later I can see a couple of black cars with sirens heading towards the house. I grabbed Drew’s hands and we ran as fast as we could. We ran a couple of blocks until we can no longer hear any sirens from the cops. We stopped as we were both breathless, we looked at each other and started bursting out laughing. I don’t know if it’s funny cause we ran even though we’re not guilty or we’re just both too drunk to take anything seriously. Our laughter was stopped by continuous texts and calls from his phone so I went to his pocket and grabbed his phone and put it on vibrate.

I don't really give a fuck 'bout all the "he said, she said" bullshit

So pick your poison, love, let's go somewhere a little more exclusive

Take a shot, take a chance, take my hand, boy

Tension so intense like an asteroid

Be discreet, gotta dodge all the tabloids

We drank the last bit of whiskey and started walking downtown. We saw a bar and we thought it’s a good idea to go inside and drink more like we didn’t just finished a whole bottle of whiskey. We got shots and started dancing with everybody inside the bar. Every shot, the distance between us got a little smaller, 5 shots later, I can feel his grip on my waist getting tight and his breath on my neck getting hotter. I turned around and looked at him and I kissed him. When we pulled away, I dragged him outside the bar and started running. Our bodies are intoxicated with alcohol and seems like we don’t have a care in the world.

We stopped running near an empty playground and we started kissing again but this time it got a little bit aggressive. When Drew was about to kiss me on my neck, we heard someone calling his name then a big flash blinded us so we ran back until we got back to Madelyn and Chase’s house. The party is still going but it did simmer down a little bit.

Hush now, I know we're a little too fucked up to stay still, love

Be as quiet as you can, 'cause if anyone sees

They'll just blow shit up

I don't gotta know if you're taken

I'll just let ya know bedroom's vacant

No one's gotta know, just us and the moon 'til the sun starts wakin'

We went back inside and they were looking for us. They thought we got arrested or something, we assured them that we’re alright and everyone decided to drink again. I was glancing over Drew who’s talking with Chase and Rudy and I was with Madelyn and Madison, he catches my eyes and I signalled him to meet me at the corner. We discreetly excused ourselves. I held his hand and told him to look out while I find the guest bedroom but we were both so drunk that some people are looking at us weird.

Us in a king-size, keep it a secret

Say I'm your queen, I don't wanna leave this

Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low-key

I finally unlocked the door of the bedroom and he started kissing me roughly leaving hickeys on my neck. We were so intoxicated that everything felt so fast, but it was already 5am the sun is starting to come out, we looked at each other’s eyes and he said “let’s keep this lowkey.” I smiled and turned around, he placed his arms on my waist and kissed my shoulders as we both fell asleep.

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skinnyducky · 3 years

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lullaby (pt. 2 to cherry) // v.h.

This part went through so many changes. Originally, they weren't getting back together but I ultimately decided for Y/n to take Vinnie back because I'm a sucker for happy endings and second chances. Kinda came out longer than I wanted it too, but meh. This part is heavily inspired by the song "Lullaby" by Mariah Carey. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

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Word Count: 2219, unedited

WARNING: language, mentions of partying, alcohol, drugs, and a very fluffy yet cheesy ending.

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It had been a few months since you and Vinnie had bid your goodbyes. Within those months, you were doing great. You had aced your first semester classes, you just moved into your apartment, and you were at the highlight of your life. The only thing you lacked was someone to bask in the happiness with. To say you missed Vinnie was an understatement, but you were too prideful to actually tell yourself that.

You tried dating again, but no one could hold a candle to your Vinnie. Plus, you hadn’t been keeping up with him on social media or anything, so you didn’t know if he had moved on and forgotten you. You didn’t want to reopen old wounds, so you refrained from contacting him.

But little did you know, not a day went by that Vinnie didn’t think about you. He constantly thought about what he did, beating himself up for even having the thought of another girl while he was with you. But he didn’t know what to do. Your relationship was dying, and none of you bothered to even talk about it. So, to him, he thought there was nothing that he could do…thus causing him to do what he did. Thankfully, he didn’t go too far with the girl, but still…he knew what he did was terrible.

Dating for him was pretty much impossible. Much similar to your situation, there was no one who could fill your shoes. The way you danced around in his head during the day and ruled his dreams at night…no one could do that for him. You were one of a kind, and with as many offers he got, he was torn that none of them were from you. He was a funk…a really bad one.

His friends and housemates took notice of this and being the best friends they were, they decided to drag him out of the house and to a party at Triller Compound because that’s what every heartbroken friend needed when they’re down. To be surrounded by booze, loud music, and sweaty people…oh yeah, that’s what he definitely needed right at this moment.

“C’mon, at least smile a little bit.” Alex said, looking back the upset boy through the rearview mirror.

“Smile about what? Going to some party that I didn’t even want to go to.”

“You seriously need to get over, Y/n.” Thomas sighed, turning to Vinnie from the passenger seat. “What happened between to you two happened for a reason. You just gotta let it go.”

Mia scoffed from beside Vinnie and slapped Thomas on the shoulder. “Thomas, it’s not that easy!”

“I’m just saying, if it were me, I wouldn’t be all upset and everything.”

“So, you’re saying if we broke up…you wouldn’t be sad?” Mia responded sharply, obviously joking.

Thomas nearly choked, looking back at his girlfriend. “I-I’m not saying that. I mean, if…it’s just that…it’s different, okay. He cheated.”

“Did you have to bring that up?” Mia rolled her eyes and turned to Vinnie. “Don’t listen to him, okay. It was your relationship, and sure you messed it up, but…you still can be sad about it. I think.”

Vinnie huffed and stayed silent, no bothering to listen to anyone. He didn’t need people reminding him of his mistakes, that was the whole reason why he was being a downer. He just couldn’t forgive himself. There were no ounce of words or speeches that anyone could give him that would make him feel better. This was just something that he’d have to get over with time.

It was only minutes before they pulled up to the packed mansion and stumbled out of Alex’s car, Vinnie being the last out. He watched as his friends rushed to the house before heading inside. Upon entering the house, scenes of people grinding and drinking came into his sights. The sound of trap music filled his ears as the strong stench of weed brushed across his nose. He sneered before walking to the backyard. He scanned the area for any sober person he knew, hoping to find someone to complain about his situation to.

As he searched, his eyes landed on a familiar head of y/h/c hair. He furrowed his brows, trying to get a better view of the person. “That can’t be who I think it is,” he thought to himself as he moved in closer.

That was when you looked to side, and he caught a glimpse of your profile. His heart nearly stopped beating the minute he saw your face. He breathed hitched in his threat as he tried to keep himself from hyperventilating. He never thought he’d see you again, yet here you were…just a few feet away from him. He had forgotten the fact that you two had mutual acquaintances, so it came to no surprise that you’d come to this party.

Vinnie watched as you threw you head back in laughter at something one of your friend’s said. There wasn’t much he could do but stare at you. He didn’t know what to do. It’d be risky to even think you’d want to talk to him, so he refrained from walking up to you. He didn’t want to bring up painful memories. It was a good thing you hadn’t seen him yet.

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“You’re joking!” You smiled. “Come to think of it though, Bryce would be the one to try and drink tequila off your tits.”

Your friend, Y/bff/n snorted, “I know right!? I was like…sir, I am not that kind of a girl. Please have a good night.”

The two of you continued to laugh at her situation before you heard her go silent. You calmed yourself down, looking at her shocked face. Confused, you followed her eyes and turned around to see what had her so shook up. At that moment, your eyes met the very person you had least expected to see tonight…

Vinnie.

He was staring right back at you. The minute he realized you were looking back at him, he nearly freaked out. He attempted to look around, playing as if he hadn’t been eyeing you, but you had already caught him in the act.

“Is that…?”

“Vinnie, yep. That’s him.” You said, placing a hand on your hip. “I wonder what he’s doing here.”

Y/bff/n snickered. “It’s a party, Y/n.”

“I know that, but I honestly didn’t expect him to be here tonight.”

You two watched the boy look around frantically and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. You missed him and judging from the sight in front of you…it seemed as if he did too. But still, you were a bit out of the loop. Who’s to say he hasn’t already moved on. You couldn’t intrude on his happiness, that wouldn’t be fair.

“You should go talk to him.” Y/bff/n said.

You looked at her with your eyebrows raised. “You really think so?”

“It’s obvious he’s still into you, babes. And considering the fact you’ve been looking at him with those goo-goo eyes, I think you’re still into him too.”

“I don’t know, Y/bff/n. I mean…what if he’s seeing someone else.”

“There’s no way. If he’s trying that hard to pretend that he wasn’t just staring at you, he’s still hung up on you. And, even if he is seeing someone, that doesn’t mean you can’t just go and talk to him.”

You shrugged. “I guess you’re right.”

“Atta girl. Oh, and on your way back, make sure you grab me one of those little mini cakes. I’ve been craving one since we got here.”

Rolling your eyes at the foolish girl, you proceeded to leave her side and head over to Vinnie. The moment he saw you, he practically froze. You could tell he was nervous; his awkward stance and wide eyes told it all.

Within seconds, you stood before the boy, a slight grin on your face.

“Hey, Vinnie.” You greeted, placing your arms behind your back.

“Y/n, didn’t see you there!” He laughed. “Well, I did see you there but like, I wasn’t watching you or anything…yeah, totally wasn’t watching you.”

Your smile grew wider. “Yeah, sure. So, how’ve you been?”

“Good, uh…definitely good. You?”

“Um, my classes are going well, and I just got a new place…so, can’t complain.”

“That’s dope, Y/n. Glad to hear you’re doing good.”

You nodded, looking down at your feet. “Same to you. I’m sure you’re, y’know…enjoying everything with your girlfriend.”

Vinnie looked at you with a puzzled expression, your statement taking him back a bit. To be honest, he couldn’t be surprised that you thought he’d be taken by now because he thought the same about you. However, at the same time, with the way he was acting right now, he was shocked you didn’t realize he was still head-over-heels for you.

“I don’t, um…I’m not seeing anyone.”

You grinned to yourself, trying to keep your cool as you tilted your head at him. “I’m sorry, I just thought you’d be with someone.”

“It’s fine. I definitely get it. To be honest, I thought you’d be here with someone.”

“Technically, I am.” You replied.

It was at that moment Vinnie felt his heart explode and despair run through his system. He weakly put on a happy face, shooting you a thumbs up.

“That’s g-great.”

“Yeah, Y/bff/n just was dying to come with me. She’s been begging to go to one of these parties, so I thought why not?”

“Oh,” Vinnie breathed, feeling his heart piece itself back together. “So, you’re not seeing anyone?”

You shook your head. “Not right now. I’ve been on a few dates and stuff, but no one has ever made me feel like y-”

You stopped yourself, locking your lips together to keep that last word from leaving your mouth. You didn’t know why, but something in you didn’t want you sharing your feelings with Vinnie. Maybe it was the small ounce of hurt that clung to your heart like a child from Vinnie’s infidelity. Or maybe it was the slight fear that he may not want to get back together. There were so many thoughts in your head, all speaking at once. It was so loud, that you didn’t even catch what Vinnie had said to you.

“…and-…Y/n? You listening?” He tapped you gently, bringing you out of your head.

“Sorry about that. I was in my head for a moment. What were you saying?”

“I was just saying that I’m sorry for what I did. I was just so confused on where we stood in our relationship, not saying that it justifies my actions, but instead of coming to talk to you, I went and…well, did what I did. Believe me, I never meant to hurt you, and I totally understand if you don’t forgive me.”

You sighed, “I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t know where our relationship was headed either. Honestly, I was planning to break up with you that night.”

“And I ended up giving you even more of a reason to do so.”

You both laughed before meeting each other’s eyes.

“I wish we had talked about it, y’know? Communicated and all of that suff. It would’ve saved us both a heap of heartache.” You continued. “I can’t lie, even though life has been good, it sucks not being able to share it with you.”

Vinnie smirked, taking your hands in his. “Y/n, ever since we broke up…I haven’t been able to think about anything but you. I hadn’t streamed, I barely left the house…I couldn’t do anything. I just didn’t know how to function without you. You have such a hold over me…I didn’t know how to get over you.”

“I guess this whole goodbye thing really wasn’t a good idea after all.”

“No, I think it was. I think it happened for a reason. That reason being, so we can fall in love all over again.”

At this point, you were a smiling mess and there was nothing you could do to hide it. Vinnie wasn’t any better, you could tell he was in pain by the way he hadn’t stopped showing his pearly whites. It clear to both of you now that you two were still in love, if not more than before.

“That’s so sweet, Vin.” You said. “But also, cheesy. You were always the sappy one in the relationship.”

“As if, Miss Hopeless Romantic. I’m not the one who freaks out over Valentine’s Day.”

“Mmhm, sure you don’t.”

The two of you stood there for minute in silence, your hands entangled, and your gazes planted on each other. It felt good, and it was almost as if all that hurt…that fear…it was completely gone and now replaced with passion and security.

“Y/n, I know you probably have some resentment towards me, but I love you too much to care. So, if you’re willing and there’s enough forgiveness in your heart…I wanna restart, right from the beginning.”

Without much thought or hesitation, you said, “We can restart. For sure.”

“Well, in that case…Hi, I’m Vinnie.”

You smiled as the feeling of love washed over you. To say you were happy was an understatement, you were in paradise. Life was great, and now you had your boy back to share it with.

“Nice to meet you, Vinnie. I’m Y/n.”

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