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justsomebandfanfics · 5 years

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Pick Up Your Fucking Book - Austin Carlile

can you please write one where y/n needs tuition in math or so? and austin is pretty good in math and she’s going to be angry because she don’t get it. then they yell at eachother and he press her against the wall and they’ll have rough sex? (sorry for my bad english)

Your English was fine, don’t worry! - British so I say maths not math - what a nice detailed AC story if I say so myself 😌 smut warning - words - written by Emma.

“This is just dumb!” You exclaim, swiping your arm across your desk, sending your book and pencils onto the floor.

“Y/N,” Austin sighs. “Pick it up, again.”

You pout. “No.”

“Y/N, just do it, please.” He puts his head in his hands.

You shake your head. “No.”

“Y/N.” His tone has this slight tinge to it, implying he’s getting wound up.

“I don’t want to.” You can tell he’s getting annoyed, making you grin inside.

“And why not?” He asks, purely disinterested.

“Because maths is dumb.” You humph.

Austin is in the year above you, he’s been allocated to be your tutor because he’s extremely smart and good at maths. You on the other hand…

“Maths is not dumb, Y/N. Just pick up your book, again, and we can continue.” Rolling his eyes, he leans back in his chair that’s next to yours.

“I don’t want to continue.” You mutter.

“Well we are going to, alright? Now get your book from the floor!” His voice raises as he looks at you with a pissed off expression.

“Mhm, no.” You answer, sarcastically.

“Get your book, off of the floor, now.” His voice almost becomes a growl.

“And if I don’t?” You tease, but he doesn’t find it exactly funny.

“Then I will make you.” He slouches onto your desk, seemingly counting to ten in his head.

“Go for it.” You lick over your lips and pull a sarcastic smirk.

“Y/N, for Christ sake! Pick up your fucking book!” He shouts at you.

You’re stunned for a few seconds. “No!” You find myself yell back.

“You’ve got to be most difficult fucking child ever!” He slams his fists down on your desk, before launching himself up, putting his hands behind his head.

“I am not a child.” You frown, standing up and knocking your chair slightly.

He flips around. “Yes, you are!”

“I am not!” If it was up to you, shouting like this was the thing making you both kids.

“You're acting like a moody child because you can’t do some simple fucking mathematics!” His arms jolt outwards, his films facing the ceiling, looking at you like you're being stupid.

Instead of getting upset, you just get angrier. “Maybe if I had a decent tutor rather than a dickhead I would get better!” You spit at him.

“I'm not a dickhead. I'm just smarter than you, and you're jealous.” He gives you a brief smile, full of sarcasm.

“Oh, piss off, Austin.” You mumble.

“See, I’m right.” His arrogance shows as he shrugs and that same smile on his face.

“Shut, up!” Stroppily, you kick your chair.

“And if I don’t?” He mimics you, making your blood boil.

“Then I'll smack your face into tomorrow.” You hiss.

“Go for it.“ You’re pretty sure he didn’t know that you was going to throw yourself full pelt at him, but you do.

You make yourself in line with him before you go at him with your clawing hands. “I, hate, you!” You mumble, in short breaths, trying to scratch his face.

He frowns and leans back with his face, slapping you lightly to get you off. “Quit it!” He says repeatedly, sounding frustrated.

Considering you’re too short to get at his face, you grab near enough the collar of his shirt and pull him down towards you.

Attempting to brush you off, he pushes his hands at your stomach. You pull harder at his shirt and you accidentally cause some buttons on his shirt to fly off.

But you don’t stop, you press him with greater force, so hard that you send the both of you back into your wardrobe, which erupts a small grumble as it bangs against the wall.

With ease, Austin turns the tables. With one hand, he grips both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. With his other, it’s slightly enclosed around your neck. He slams you against the wall forcefully. His mouth is by your ear. “I said, quit it.”

Unintentionally, you let out a small moan. You can see his chest heaving, even more because you had undone the top half of his shirt. You can see the veins pulsating in his arms, his biceps making the sleeves suddenly tight on him.

He lets out a long sigh, you feel the long, warm breath on your neck. He levels his head with yours and you meet this unfamiliar look on his face.

Something in the moment pulls you two together, and you spontaneously begin to kiss.

Your arms are still pinned above your head. You try to pull them away so you can tug at Austin’s clothing that you want to rip off of his heaving body. However, Austin uses his strength to keep you restrained, making you impatient.

You begin you move your legs to try and get closer to him, to push your bodies together, but you fail. “Pft.” You groan annoyed.

“Don’t like not being able to do what you want?” Austin asks you, chuckling against your lips before kissing you again. His hand runs up your bare leg and under your skirt.

Heavily, you exhale onto his lips, sighing again when he pulls away from you. “How about you give me what I want and it won’t be a problem?”

“What do you want then, huh?” He asks, running his fingers back and forth over your underwear.

You batter your eyelashes at him. “Do you really need to ask?”

He chuckles, running his hands through the lace until you can feel yourself getting wet, you breathe shakily.

Humming, Austin trails his fingers back and forth around your bare skin, hovering over your underwear here and there. The material only leaves a thin layer between you both, so thin that you can imagine how his fingers would feel inside of you. The thought of it makes you tense your legs, god, you want him inside of you. You muse a quiet moan, tiptoeing over his fingertips trying to edge him that bit closer inside.

He chuckles at you, hooking two fingers into your underwear beginning to draw them down your legs. Once they get to your knees, he lets them drop straight to your ankles where you step out of them.

Austin starts to run his hand on your inner thigh, moving painfully slowly to your core. Once he touches you, you sigh, slapping your hands above your head against your wardrobe. He interests a finger inside of you. “Is this gonna shut you up, huh?” He asks quietly into your ear.

He pushes the one finger deeper, making you squeeze your thighs together and moan.

“Aw.” He sighs in a degrading way. “What about this, then?” All too easily, he slides a second finger into you, starting to pump them into you in sync.

You open your mouth, throwing your head back and looking to your hands that are still being held hostage over you. Widening your stance, you allow him to slide in deeper. Oh my god.

“I bet you really fucking like that, don’t you?” Austin asks, leaning in closer to you and breathing over your neck. He starts to lay kisses that quickly turn open mouthed pinches, letting his tongue run over you.

You can’t answer him, your mind revolving around the pulsing of his fingers moving in, out, in, out. Your knees buckle as you attempt to lower yourself, getting at any possible way to push him deeper inside of you.

“No?” Austin murmurs to the lack of your response, yanking his hand out of you and grabbing your thigh. He wedges his leg underneath you, leaving your leg hooked over his hip in a permanent stance. “You want three fingers?” He asks as he slides his hand back between your legs, putting two fingers back inside.

Smirking, he pushes a third one in, where you release an audible moan and tense at how good it feels. He pushes them back and forth, making you so wet that you both can hear him side of you. Your breathing fastens with his pace, feeling yourself flow into a light sweat.

“God, you are a dirty girl.” He looks at you, amused, your faces close together.

You move forward as much as your restricted position lets you, kissing him forcefully, biting down on his lip as he pushes you off of him. “How about you fuck me then, huh?” You ask, tilting your head antagonistically.

He digs his thumb into the vein on your wrist, making you squirm under his grip. “Is that what you want?”

Using all of your strength, you rattle your hands in his enclosed fist, smacking them back into the wardrobe. “Try me.”

Grinning, Austin gives you one last deep pump before emptying you. He unbuckles his trousers with a confident smirk, still resting one arm against yours keeping you held against the noisy wardrobe. His trousers fall, leaving you staring at the big bulge in his boxers. You squeeze your thighs in anticipation.

Austin rubs himself, looking at you before pulling himself out of his boxers. He presses his chest to yours, his hand pumping his length against your thigh. You can feel yourself pulsating, anticipating him moving inside of you.

Without a warning, he pushes himself inside of you, making you both simultaneously moan. Begins to thrust into you, going harder and deeper every time. You have to gasp for breath with each point. Increasingly, the speed makes it one thousand times better. You both begin to get sweaty, but it doesn’t stop him.

“Let me go, please.” You breathe, your arms aching above your head.

God, you want to touch him. You want your arms around his neck, you want your nails running lines down his back.

“How’s that any fun for me, huh?” He asks against your lips. “I like watching you struggle.” He smiles before kissing you.

Groaning in annoyance you pull at your wrists, stuck in restraint. Of course, he still wants to annoy you even when fucking.

You start to moan involuntarily, the feeling of him inside of you is driving you insane. He thrusts deeply and vigorously, smacking your back into you wardrobe, which leaves echoing rattles throughout your bedroom.

It seems to be a turn on, as Austin thumps his free fist against it to make it do it again, and again. He scoops up my body and throws me back into the wardrobe, making a thump.

“You like that, do you?” You ask with a flirtatious giggle. You can’t explain how much you want to grab him and run your fingers through his hair, and again you find yourself whining at your restricted wrists.

He ignores your comment with a smile. “How about you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Start doing what you do best and start making some noise, yes?”

Roughly, he thrusts into you, making you help. “Just like that.” He confirms, before doing it a second time, then over and over.

You find yourself whimpering, your body shunting with his powerful pounds. Your high pitched moans come fragmented as you squeak that little bit higher each time.

“Louder.” He says, doing that thing again where he throws you hard against the wardrobe.

It’s not even like you had a choice. As Austin starts to thrust, he’s gone so deep that you can feel him tapping your g-spot. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling the friction of your bodies and moan in synchronisation with him. He fastens his pace, seeing the change in your body language, his hand still enclosed around your neck.

Beginning to stutter, you fight for air in your body. God, it feels so good. “Austin,” you moan his name in pleasure.

“Hey, Y/N?” He says in an antagonistic tone.

You breathe heavily, struggling to look at him. “What?”

He kicks something from the floor over at you. “There’s your book. How about you bend over and pick it up for me, huh?”

Looking down over your shoulder, you see your orange exercise book on the floor. Your eyes switch to Austin’s and then flick up at your hands being held above you. He slowly releases you and you rub your sore wrists as you squint at him questionably.

Turning your back to him, you steadily start to bend over, dragging out the anticipation as much as possible. You press one palm to your wardrobe, helping you clumsily not fall over. You feel his eyes on you.

Austin takes your free wrist and twists it around your back. “You didn’t think I would actually let you go, would you?” He asks, before unexpectedly shoving his length back inside of you.

“Shit.” You curse and the new found depth of his thrusts. “Fuck.”

“C’mon,” he purrs at you, tightening his grip on your arm. “Make some fucking noise.”

Trailing your sweating hand against your wardrobe, the familiar rattle of wood hitting the wall erupts. You release quick moans with every thrust, feeling a build up in your stomach that you try to desperately ignore. You don’t want this to end.

With his other hand, Austin pushes you down further, making you scream as he continues to thrust violently into you.

“Austin, fuck!” You moan, your whole body shaking in time with his. “Shit!”

He takes it as his green light, thrusting so rapidly that you could topple over if he wasn’t holding your waist. He uses that hand for his convenience, throwing your hips into his body with the timely pumps of his own body.

You squeal, you groan, you claw at the fucking wardrobe. It feels so good, too good. Your loud echoes of pleasure make him harden inside of you, if that was possible, and pinch your skin.

“I’m gonna come.” Austin murmurs. “Are you going to be a dirty girl and scream whilst I come?” He asks, although you can’t answer.

His dick touches your g-spot and you quiver. He’s so deep inside of you that you miss him as soon as he leaves, if only for a millisecond, and crave his length being in you.

“Come on, Austin.” You beg in a whimper, your wet bodies clashing together clumsily.

Your core is so wet that you can feel it around your upper thighs. Austin’s soaking dick spreads it all over you, occasionally sliding all the way to the front and tapping your clit. He releases your hand that you immediately slam into your wardrobe, supporting yourself, bending deeper to show yourself fully to him.

“Fuck.” You hear Austin groan, taking an ass cheek in his hand and spreading them.

He pumps inside of you some more, gripping tightly at you and exposing your holes to him. It seems to drive him wild as he starts to groan as loudly as you.

“I’m gonna come.” He exhales, pinching you tighter and throwing you back into him.

Your moans relay throughout the room, screaming in pleasure as he pushes himself deep inside.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit!” Austin yells, just as you feel a hot liquid shooting up inside of you. “Fuck, Y/N.” He continues to ride it out, his pumps becoming slow and long.

Pulling himself out of you, he leaves you gasping for air with a layer of sweat pooling over your forehead. You can feel his come inside of you, the excess trickling around your hole and dripping down your thigh.

“Now, pick up your fucking book, will you?” Austin chuckles, looking over you with a satisfied smirk on his lips.

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descentintobandom · 5 years

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How Far I’ll Go Chapter 7

Title: How Far I’ll Go Chapter: 7/? Pairing: No Pairing Rating: T Fic Summary: Evie, an orphan with no memories of her past, has felt drawn to the ocean ever since she was born. Austin, former frontman of Mice & Men, a man born with the ocean in his veins. Evie cannot remember her parents, but she knows they must be out there. Austin lost his daughter 12 years ago and he’s been searching for her. What happens when fate throws these together again? Will Evie finally find where she’s meant to be?

Austin had been staying in our house for the past few weeks and it was amazing. He and Jenny were falling in love more and more every day and I spent as much time as I could with him.

My brothers and sisters had also taken to him quite well.

As we were eating dinner one night, he said, “I need to go back to California for a bit and sort some things out”.

“Jenny, may I please be excused?” I asked.

“You’ve barely eaten, honey”.

I stood up and left the dinner table anyway, Austin following me. “Leave me alone”, I said as I grabbed my jacket and headed for the front door.

“Evie, my little mermaid…”

“Don’t call me that”, I said and walked outside. I made it about halfway down the road when Austin yelled my name again.

“Evie, would you slow down and let me explain?” he asked.

“I knew you’d leave. Just like last time”.

Austin grabbed my arm and said, “You know that wasn’t my choice”.

“Why didn’t you try harder then? Why didn’t you fight for me?” I asked him, my eyes filling with tears now.

“Camilla disappeared with you. She flew back home with you, moved, and blocked my number. I had no way of finding you. Besides, I was touring at the time. Do you really think a judge was going to give me custody of you? I couldn’t even contact your grandmother because she hated me so much”.

“I thought you loved me…”

“Evie, I do love you”.

“Then why are you leaving?”

“If you had let me finish, I was going to say I’m going back to California and I wanted to take you with me. To visit, to see the boys, to show you how I live and meet all my friends. I already talked to Jenny and she’s on board with the idea. She thinks it’ll be good for us to bond on our own”.

“Can…can Rose come? I’m not going anywhere without her”.

“Of course Rose can come sweetheart. I think Alan might pitch a fit if I don’t”.

A few days later, Jenny drove us to the airport.

“Please be careful”, Jenny told Austin.

“Jen, calm down. They’ll be fine”.

“It’s not them I’m worried about”.

“Me?”

“You have two teenaged girls to take care of”.

“How much trouble could they be?”

Before she could say anything, they called our flight and Jenny hugged Rose and I. “Call me when you land. Have fun, but not too much fun”, she said. She and Austin shared a brief kiss and said goodbye to each other.

The lady at the counter scanned our boarding passes and we got on the plane.

Rose took the aisle seat since she had a nervous stomach about flying for the first time, Austin took the middle seat, and I took the seat by the window.

“Will Ginger Princess be meeting us at the airport?” Rose asked.

Austin laughed and said, “Yes. Some of our friends are having a little party to welcome you home”.

“When you say ‘friends’, who are we talking?” Rose asked.

“Sleeping with Sirens, Pierce the Veil, some other bands”.

“You are like the coolest dad ever!” Rose said, “I mean, if you were my dad”. Rose got quiet after that, no doubt thinking about her parents.

“I’m nervous”, I told Austin.

“Why?”

“What if they don’t like me?”

“They’ll love you. They miss you more than anything. When you were a baby, you had all the band guys fawning over you”.

“Lucky bitch”, Rose stage-whispered, leaning over Austin’s lap.

I rolled my eyes and smacked her forehead.

She reached over to hit me back, but Austin grabbed her wrist. “Hey! She hit me first!” Rose argued.

“Maybe I should have taken Jenny’s advice”, Austin said, “Please behave yourselves or…”

Rose smirked at his inability to come up with a threat or punishment.

Austin smirked right back and said, “Or we’re not going to the party”.

Rose’s mouth dropped open and she sat back in her seat, sulking.

I turned to look out the window, watching my small Midwestern life disappear.

#austin carlile #austin carlile fanfiction #austin carlile fanfic #austin carlile imagines #Of Mice & Men #of mice & men fanfiction #of mice & men fanfic #of mice & men imagines #omm #omm fanfiction #omm fanfic #omm imagines

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perrentes-ptv · 6 years

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Prompt: hey can you do a vic/oli/austin one were vic is sick and oli is coming home from tour and austin was out getting things for vic to make him feel betterand oli gets home pissed cos austin is gone and then austin explains what happened and then they cuddle and talk with vic and kiss and shit x

Title: All it takes is him, All it takes is him

Pairing: Austin/Vic/Oli (OM&M/PTV/BMTH)

Song: All it takes is him - Joel Faviere

WARNING CONTAINS: M/M, If you do not like this prompt or pairing, do not read it! It’s not hard

A/N: i changed the dates for Rock en Seine fro the fic btw little scatter im sorry

"ugh, let me die."

"Sorry babe, I just wanted to let you know I'm stepping out to get something light for you to eat at dinner, and more medicine for you since you cleaned us out."

"thank you, drugs and food is all I need."

"what about me?"

"I miss Oli."

"So you do have a favorite?"

"No, you non-Oli."

"Funny and with that I'm leaving, I'm placing your phone by your ear in case you need me, I placed a trash can by the bed, and a glass of water on the nightstand, the dogs are sleeping so don't worry about them, I'll be back soon okay, bye love you." Austin kissed the top of Vic's hair and pulled the comforter back in place over Vic's mouth as he closed his eyes and whispered 'I love you' back to his boyfriend.

Austin left the house after locking up he didn't like that idea of leaving his sick boyfriend alone but with Oli gone and his friends being busy he had to. He keeps on reminding himself that he wouldn't take long and Vic would just be sleeping for the most part. Vic is that sick person that takes twice the cold medicine dose and sleeps it off for a few days. He was one of the needy sick person, and Oli work thought his sickness like the workaholic he is.

Speaking of Oli, the british man was gone for Rock en Seine in Parc de Saint-Cloud, France this year. It was their first time doing the Rock en Seine festival. Oli mades plans to see his family and check in with the Sheffield and London locations. Oli left for a whole week he still had two more dates before coming home and his boyfriends who were missing him dearly.

Austin drove down to Vons since it was the closes to them. Austin ended up picking stuff to make spicy lentils soup, more honey for tea and cold medicine. Austin got stopped by some fans in the Vons and took some pictures not want to be rude for the people who support his career.

Once back on the road Austin was caught in traffic, he looked up his route and saw that 210 & 10 was hit with car crashes and with it being rush-hour and a lot of picking people bring on the rode trying to pass the tariffing ended up making more tariffing in the local rodes. Austin was back home after a extra 45 mins of traffic.

When he finally got home he notice that Oskar, Luna, Dylan or Surf didn’t greet him once he got home. He brushed it off and put the stuff in the kitchen before going upstairs and checking on Vic. Austin went to their bedroom and was surprised to see Oli laying on top of the covers next to Vic, running his hand up and down their shorter boyfriend’s back. Austin walked across the room and sat on the bed behind Oli’s knees.

“Shit, hey Oli when did you get back?”

“Like 20 minutes ago, where the hell have you been you tool?” Oli asked aggressively looking back over his head to Austin.

“Excuse me?” Austin asked taken back on how Oli was addressing him.

“How could you leave Vic alone? He’s sick love, he said you’ve been done for hours.”

“Babe, calm down I was gone for like one hour, traffic hit around me and that’s why I was gone longer, don’t be a dick to me, I can’t control the rest of the world nor the fact Vic got sick. I made sure he had everything and was okay before I left to get food and medicine.” Austin said.

Oli kissed Vic’s forehead and set up and kissed Austin, “I’m sorry for being a tosser, I just worried about him while I was gone and I was just worrying if you were okay too since you won’t here. I’m sorry for sniping at you.”

Austin smiled at Oli hugged him, “I missed you, Vic did too.”

“Yeah, he told me and said he missed his favorite boyfriend too.” The two taller males looked down at their sick lover who was flashing a cocky smile. “Love you guys.”

“A 10 hours flight really makes a man tired. I need a nap, Vic be my cuddle buddy.” Oli asked already laying down on the bed cuddling Vic to his chest.

“Sure but want Austin too.”

“I need to cook.”

“Later, nap first, eat later.” Vic said reaching over for Austin, trying to pull him over to his other said.

Austin crawled over to Vic’s other. Austin placed his arm over Vic, and the other under Vic and Oli’s heads petting Oli.

“Sorry if I get you guys sick.” Vic whispered.

“I’ll deal.” Oli replied back.

“I’ve been sick.”

“Hun, don’t say that.”

“Okay.” Austin kissed the back of Vic’s neck and nuzzled into it.

They laid in bed together cuddling, feeling whole once again.

The Misunderstanding End

Feel free to send me any request of any ship or pairing you want

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juggey · 4 years

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tessa summary. cut for length

she doesn’t know anything about adam

she condemns the doxxing and harassing of coworkers and nude leaks

they met in 2017 at pax when she had just turned 17 and he was 36.

she was a major fan. day 1 of pax they chatted casually. day 2 she hung out with him and a cosplayer (pamela something) for an hour and they walked the floor. she has a selfie of them meeting sep 1st 2017. she acted as an impromptu stream mod and informally took on the role for the day as ryan’s liason--she mentions that people got the impression she worked for rt or ryan, mentions she was visible on stream when he was playing ovw.

she says she was active in his twitch chat as tesslbbh and talked with him on snapchat and instagram both and he was “nice and great”

she accidentally sent him a selfie showing her bra strap and was shoulder up, stresses that it was a joke photo where she wasn’t trying to be attractive and her intention was to send it to a friend as an inside joke

she immediately apologized for how inappropriate it was. he responded positively and things escalated from there to nude exchanges on and off for two years. they made plans to meet up for sex, he wanted her to come to austin (she lived in georgia at the time) and he went as far as offering to pay for her hotel.

she stresses that he was unaware that she was 17 and was under the impression she was 18. it ended in 2019 at pax when they were supposed to meet up for sex and she became uncomfortable which she didn’t mention to ryan and “awkwardly avoided it” until it fell through.

she reads a post from her finsta she made when austin carlile stuff was going around because she was also in bandom--i don’t know who this man is but when you google him a sexual assault lawsuit is one of the first results. “when i met ryan i was 17. to be in that situation is something if you haven’t been in that situation i don’t know if you’ll ever understand. it’s like this is what fanfic has been training you for. to have that attention from someone you idolize is insanely addicting and you’re willing to do things that normally you wouldn’t do. you’re in this situation and all you can think of is this is a situation that people fucking envy and why would you turn your nose up at this gift of attention and prestige that has been given to you.”

she talks about how she was in bandom and the culture of groupies meant if you slept with band members you got status. she mentions she knows in hindsight it was stupid but didn’t back then because she was a child in high school who didn’t know what she was doing and thought “heres someone i idolize who’s giving me attention and all i have to do is send him photos of my ass and my tits and moan for him and he’ll send me photos of his dick and i don’t really care about his dick but whatever.”

she says part of why she waited to come forward was because she went into it lying to him about her age and she knew about the wife and kids and did it anyway and “i hate myself for that every goddamn day” the other reason she waited was because she really hoped that she was the only one and she didn’t want to cause problems for his coworkers and family and friends if she was a one off incident. she’s very clear about how she doesn’t want this to happen to anyone else.

she says she’s going to post confirmatory images + ask people from her life at the time who can vouch that it happened to vouch.

she apologizes. “i’m sorry, i really fucking hate this, i’m sorry.”

#info #ryan haywood #account

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waasting-awaay · 6 years

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y'all does anyone else feel this way? can someone else talk to me?

at least once a day my mind goes back to one of my heros: austin robert carlile, formal lead vocal of Of Mice & Men. A band that changed and saved my life.

I think back to the day I discovered them and fell in love, came across a handsome picture of Austin on stage my freshmen yr and decided to try out this new genre of music. I was head over heels at that point, it made me try other bands and get deeper into it. I found a much louder distraction, one that even at the lowest volume was still enough to make all my thought go away for all the minutes of the song. Sometimes even after and when i discovered all their interviews together as a band.

But man on man, Austin Carlile and his story and his meet ups with fans, melted my heart and simply filled a void. My hero without a cape, just a whole bunch of tattoos.

Then I started using my other passion: writing. My fanfics and imagines were a way of bonding with my hero. I want to keep writing but now where is he? I know he lives in Costa Rica… But now i’m always worried.

I’m absolutely terrified of going onto twitter or insta or the Austin tag on here and seeing that he’s gone. That i’ll never have the chance to meet my hero, the one who gave me hope will never write some little meaningful quote on a piece of paper for me to get tatted.

it makes my heart ache. he changed my life, the light at the darkest point and i just want to be able to say “thank you, i love you”

and get an overwhelming, “i love you too”

#austincarlile #austin #austin carlile #alanashby #alan ashby #tino arteaga #phil mansela #aaron pauley #of mice and men #of mice &a men #of mice and men imagines #of mice & men fanfiction #fan fiction #my heart #costa rica

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roses-in-your-lungs · 6 years

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We wish you a hardcore Emomess

Tyler: Count us in Josh

Josh: 3,2,1

Gerard: Weeeeee

All of them: Wish you a hardcore emomess,we wish you a hardcore emomess,We wish you a hardcore emomess

Vic: And a pop punk new year

Brendon: Good new holiday music we bring (except for Tyler and Josh)

Patrick: To you and you only

Andy biersack: Cause you’re the only emo in your family

Oli: So you’re very lonely (drags out lone)

Kellin: Oh bring us some more pop punk

Chris Motionless: Oh bring us some more screamo

Matty Healy: Oh bring us some more soft rock

Crankthatfrank: Don’t forget the crack vids too ( @crankthatfrank ;))

Alex: We won’t go until we merch

Ash Costello: We won’t go until we get eyeliner

Pete: We won’t go until we get new music

Ronnie: So bring some right now

Mikey: Oh bring us some more earbuds

Frank: Oh bring us some more fanfics (NOT LIKE THE MILK FIC)

Ray: Oh bring us some more videos

Ryan: From dan and phil ( @danielhowell @amazingphil :))

Austin Carlile: Good music we bring

Dallon: That is sickly sweet

Alan Ashby: For you But not your family

Awsten Knight: Sorry not sorry parents (you suck anyway

Phil: Repress it? Yup

Dan: Before People get bored let’s wrap this shit up

Josh: Let’s do the chorus one more time

Tyler: Ok. Down in the forest we’ll sin-

Johnnie Guilbert: Wrong song Tyler

*EVERY POSSIBLE AMAZING EMO/SCENE/PUNK FUCKING BAND MEMBER BURSTS THREW THE RECORDING STUDIO DOOR AND JOINS IN*

All of them: WEEEEEEE WISH YOU A HARDCORE EMOMESS,WE WISHED YOU A HARDCORE EMOMESS,WE WISH YOU A HARDCORE EMOMESS *patrick drags out ess like he did in the drunken history of fall out boy*

All of them: And a pop punk new year!!!!!!

Gerard: I hope you all have a wonderful emomess and a happy new year.I hope you get all the merch you want and a hot topic.Stay safe,stay happy,and stay healthy.Take care of yourself this emomess :)

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 7 years

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While people are out partying and being happy I’m in bed reading fanfiction and crying over Austin Carlile.

Send me questions and asks please so I ain’t sad. I’m reading fan fic about Austin cause I’m in denial.

Happy New Year!

#austin carlile #omam #happy new year #fanfic #Questions #request #ask me questions #requests open #send me questions #please send me asks #Please send me stuff

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justsomebandfanfics · 5 years

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You’re All I Ever Wanted - Ben Bruce ft. Austin Carlile

Can u do one where you’re dating Austin carlile & you catch him cheating & you go to Ben Bruce (he’s a close friend who u know has feelings for you) and y/n ends up realizing she and Ben were meant to be.

My first piece back in the game! I hope you enjoy, cute & fluffy! - 3,145 words - written by Emma.

Ben pulls up outside of yours and Austin's house.

"Thanks for the lift Ben." You say, gathering your things from his car after what's been an extremely long day spent out with him. You've been to the cinema, out for lunch, even included a little shopping. "I've had a really good time." You add.

"I'm happy you did. Remember, any time you want or need me, to see, to do things with... I'll be here." He shrugs with both of his hands on the wheel.

Leaning over, you cup his chin to give him a thankful peck on the chin. As you do so you feel him inhale a sharp breath and his jaw clench. Afterwards, he bites his lip but smiles briefly.

"I'm sorry..." You murmur, suddenly flooding with instant regret.

"It, it's fine. I don't mind." He drops a hand from the wheel and runs it through his brown hair. "You've got him, and you love him." He swallows hard. "I can deal with that, I'll be on the sidelines waiting, as I always have been." He chuckles, but you can tell it isn't real laughter. "I always will be, too."

"I love you too, Ben. You know that... But..." You lose words.

"You’re with Austin, and you love each other." He builds the words up for you. "It's okay, Y/N. I understand." He places a hand on your thigh and strokes it softly.

You smile thoughtfully at him and trail your fingertips lightly down his arms. "I'll text you later, okay? Maybe sort something out for tomorrow?" You tilt your head.

"You bet." He nods his head with a smile. "Unless Austin says you can't." He says in a joking manner, although recording what happened the other day.

“He won't." You say, you hope. Sometimes, Austin is a little weary/paranoid about yours and Ben’s friendship. It doesn’t bother you much, however, because you know nothing like that would occur.

Opening his car door, you step out, bags in hands. Turning for a brief moment, you wave him off as he starts his car. As soon as he's driven down the road, you walk down yours and Austin's driveway.

Ben has been your best friend for years. Although you've been close, you've never been close in the regards that you've been in a relationship, or anything of that nature.

However, Ben has made it clear that he would want something like that with you. You, on the other hand, are scared, scared that things would mess up and that you'd ruin your friendship. Maybe you two just weren't compatible in that way? Maybe it just wouldn't work? If there ever was to be a breakup you know there wouldn't be any hard feelings, and that Ben would still want to be friends, so would you...

But sometimes... Things don't work that way, unfortunately. Ben was and always has been your best friend, even when you did the more than likely unforgivable - you broke up somebody's marriage.

Austin had a wife - had. Together, you and him demolished it in order for Austin to be with you. Does it make it worse that she was your friend? Was?

Nonetheless, Ben still stood by your side, he said that if it feels right, it must be. He's been protective, as any friend would be. There's been times where he's tried to persuade you to end it with Austin, because he doesn't get that "good feeling" about him. He's always said that "once a cheat, always a cheat". But then... What did that make you?

Fumbling for your keys in your pockets, you eventually find them and click open the door.

It's quiet downstairs, but the lights are on. You dump the bags in your hands to the floor and kick off your shoes. Austin must've gone to bed, you think to yourself.

Or, he might not be home yet. Austin sometimes works late, so it's happened plenty of times before. He can't be, you think as you see his shoes kicked on the floor.

However, you notice an unfamiliar pair of shoes - women's shoes - besides his. Wait... you think as you remove your jacket. Before you're about to hook it on the coats peg, you notice another jacket, another unfamiliar one.

"Austin?" You call out, feeling confused.

Instead of a response, you hear a bump, or bang, coming from upstairs. Your curiosity pulls you towards the sound, and so you march up to the landing, not bothering to call his name out.

You hear the sound of a woman’s giggling and Austin's husky chuckle from your bedroom. The feeling in the pit of your stomach is telling you not to go further, that you won't want to know what's happening through that door.

You take a couple of petite steps, so that you're by the doorway. You can hear the same noises and you swallow hard, feeling nauseous all of the sudden. But your brain makes your body step forward, closer and closer until you'd wish you'd listened to your stomach.

In your bed you can see Austin underneath the covers and a clear outlining of a woman with him. You fold your arms, punishing yourself with what you see.

You cough loudly, trying to mask the feeling of sickness in your tummy, feeling the need to be seen.

Sudden realisation comes to the two and they stop. Austin draws back the covers and you flick the light switch on. You don't bother to see who he's in bed with; you didn't need to hurt yourself anymore than you know you already will.

There's dead silence.

"I, uh...” You stammer. “I’ll be getting my things in the morning.” You say quietly, doing your best to conceal the tears.

Turning around quickly, you have no hesitation in going the exact same way you came. You go down the stairs and grab your coat, slip your shoes on as if everything is normal.

But it isn't. And you know it isn't, but it's better to pretend and leave looking like the heartless person you wish you was.

You hear the staggering of Austin, rushing out of the bedroom and down the stairs after you. "Y/N, I-"

"Save it." You interrupt, holding up a hand.

He goes quiet.

You grab your phone and don't mess around, you slam the door straight behind you.

You walk down the driveway, no anger blasting from your mouth, but you're left alone with your thoughts. You deserve it, you knew he was like this, but you persisted that he was somehow going to be different with you.

You should've known better, it's how you and him got together in the first place: by destroying his previous marriage. But you were in love, that's what your excuse was. And you thought he was too... But clearly that isn't the case.

Ben told you, he warned you. He told you that cheats will always be cheats, and that someone who had no issue with dumping a wife for another woman would always have no issues with dumping that woman for another. You didn't believe him, of course.

You thought Austin loved you, that you two were in love, that that's the reason he left her. Or was it because he was everything Ben said he was? An egotistical airhead who's actions and thoughts revolve around him? The selfish asshole who cares about nobody but himself? Clearly, you answer your rhetorical questions in your mind.

You know the one place your will be welcome that certainly isn't your home: Ben's house. You call his number, awaiting a response. He answers almost immediately.

"Y/N?" He says. "I've just gotten home, what's up?" You even hear him slamming his car door.

"C-can you get me? P-please." You try to keep everything together over the phone.

Ben knows. No questions asked, he accepts, "Sure thing, of course. Are you by yours?"

"Yes." You answer, throat becoming dry.

Hanging up, you wait patiently, clinging to a street lamp pole outside of your own house. Ben will be here soon, is all you think to reassure you, everything will be okay.

As soon as you see his car, you stand by the pavement. Without a word, you slip in to his passenger seat. He looks at you, seeing your obvious forlorn expression, but doesn’t say anything as you turn away to face the window.

At first, he drives back to his in silence. Although the air is heavy with questions, Ben doesn't ask. It's one of the things you liked about him - he never persisted and waited for you to feel ready to tell him things. But it was so... Embarrassing... You think to yourself. He's everything Ben said, everything.

"Austin's cheated on me." You break the silence. "Or has been. I don't know." You admit in defeat.

All those long working hours... Was he really working?

Ben slows his car down. "What?" He turns to you. "You mean-"

"You was right, yeah." You swallow hard. "I, uh, don’t really know anything but... I just found him with someone else. I didn’t stay to ask.”

"Oh, Y/N." You feel him looking at you.

Turning, you see his eyes setting on yours. His head is tilted, and he's attempting a half smile, but not a cocky one. Not a smug expression as if he's thinking "I knew he would do this"... But possibly a sympathetic one... He looks at you as if he's saying "sorry, you deserve better".

His hand rests on your thigh and the other is on the wheel. With his thumb, he strokes your leg. Surprisingly, it's comforting.

The rest of the journey is quiet, but you feel okay. You don't feel anger burning inside of you, perhaps just like you want to burst into tears, but you sit there, content.

With no more than a few words, you walk through Ben's front door together.

"Wanna go to bed?" Ben asks, looking at you with his kind eyes. Nodding your head, he happily leads you up, switching on/off lights as he goes.

As you walk into his bedroom, he turns on the bedside lamp, giving the room a yellowy glow as he doesn't bother to switch the light on.

"How about we get you in something a little more comfortable, hm?" Ben asks, just as he has every other time you've slept at his.

You nod as he walks over to his wardrobe, picking out a shirt for you.

"Here we go." He says, pulling out a black AC DC top and walking over to you. "This should be just fine." He holds it up to you with a smile.

"Thank you." You reply, grateful, wearing a smile.

"You're very welcome." Ben says to you, turning away as you start to take your t-shirt off.

He never looked at you in a sexual way or tried to take advantage, he just wanted you to be comfortable, which puts you at ease as you slide into the band tee and hop into his bed. You kick off your jeans before snuggling down.

Ben sits on the side of his bed, ensuing you're comfy, tucking you up securely. He stokes your cheek with a smile. "You ready for me to love you and leave you?" He tilts his head.

Ben had never shared the bed with you; he thought it may be disrespectful in case Austin ever found out. Austin was prone to jealousy and didn't like you hanging out with Ben as much as you did, you'd like to think he was protective but sometimes he got pretty controlling.

Sometimes he pushed you to your limit, where you would lie and say you're at a friend's. However, both Ben and you knew that nothing would take place if you did share a bed. You were loyal to your relationship as Ben was to your friendship. Neither of you ever tried to break boundaries.

"Yeah." You murmur to him, rolling to your side, not feeling prepared for the night alone.

Ben is about to leave the room, until you call his name. "Yeah?" He asks, leaning on the door frame.

"Would you..." You huff, feeling embarrassed. “Would you mind staying in here tonight?” You ask in a gentle tone.

Ben subtly frowns. "In the bed?" He usually slept on the couch.

"Mhm." You nod your head. "I, I just want to feel... not alone." You say.

Ben made you feel like home, like you were protected from all the bad things. You didn't want him to leave.

"If you'd like me to, of course." He steps back into his bedroom.

You nod, not feeling the need to say anything else.

Wandering round to the other side of the bed, you hear him kick off his shoes and toss his jacket to the side. You don't pay close attention, but you watch him reach for the corners on his own shirt and pull it over his head. He undoes his belt, adding it to the pile of clothes he's removed.

"You wouldn't mind me taking off my jeans, would you?" He asks, always wanting you to consent to everything.

"It's fine." You ensure. You've seen him in his boxers enough times, but you guess this is under different circumstances.

He slides into bed, leaving a space to divide you. You roll over and look at him, resting on your own forearm that’s placed on his pillow. The smell of another man’s cologne, albeit only Ben’s, is peculiar.

“I don’t believe it.” You murmur, not being able to stare at him in the eyes.

He knows immediately what I’m referring to. “I know,” he replies softly. “But it will be okay, I promise.” He reaches and places a hand on your side, squeezing you.

“I don’t have anything.” You scoff, thinking of all of your items being held in his house. “Everything of mine is there... I don’t... have anywhere else to go, Ben. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” You try to keep your tears at bay, rubbing your head onto the soft pillow.

“You have here, with me.” Ben replies, looking at you with intent. “You can stay here, Y/N. For... however long you like. I won’t have you struggling for places to sleep when you could be here.”

You close the gap and you lay on your back and tug him closer to you. “Thank you.” You say appreciatively. “But, this is your flat. It has one bedroom, all of your things in it. You don’t want me waltzing in here with all of my clutter.” You add, your lack of confidence in yourself becoming obvious.

“Your clutter, is probably a lot nicer than half of the shit I own.” Ben laughs softly in response.

You shake your head. “If we lived together, you would see what I’m really like. You... would discover my stupid annoying habits, get fed up of me, I don’t know.” You mumble, your insecurities showing.

“I love your annoying habits.” Ben replies, grinning. “Like that stupid thing you do when you’re thinking and you stick your hair in your mouth. It’s gross, yeah, but I don’t view you any differently.” He continues, making you smile. “I’ll get a sofa bed for the living room, sleep there. It wouldn’t bother me at all.”

“I don’t want to take this all from you... Just because, because I’ve been dumb and have got myself stuck in a shit situation.” You mumble, feeling ashamed of your own poor life choices. “How... how didn’t I know that that would be what would happen? I’m so, so stupid.”

“Your not stupid.” Ben contradicts. “You... love him.”

“Loved, loved.” You correct, hoping that if you say it it will make it true.

Ben strokes your face, looking at you with a soft smile that’s laced with sympathy. “You overlooked his flaws because you loved him, that’s not stupid, Y/N.”

“Well then... how come you don’t have any flaws? How come you’re all nice and... perfect and stuff.” You blubber, wondering how there’s men like Ben out there who would never dream of doing something so stupid, yet every man you bump into it’s at the top of their agenda.

“I...” Ben shuffles, sitting up. “Have plenty. Just like you and your hair chewing, I leave clumps of hair I pull from my hairbrush around the house. Just wait until you see that.”

You smile into his pillow, admiring the way he improves your mood even though you’ve landed yourself in the worst situation imaginable. “Why are you so nice to me?”

“Because...” He shrugs in return. “You don’t deserve to feel like shit because of someone else’s wrong-doing. I know that you know this, but... I love you, so much, Y/N. I want to and will always do my best to make sure that you are okay.”

You look at him, the faint yellow glow of the bedside lamp making him look all-that-bit more amazing. You knew Ben was lovely, kind and the best person in the world that you could have stand beside you, but in this moment you realised, shit, he is totally beautiful.

“You know...” You murmur, struggling to find the words. “I love you too, right?” You push some hair behind your ear. “That I’ve always loved you from the second I first saw you, and just knew that we were supposed to be friends.”

“Friends,” He nods back at you. “Yeah.”

“But what if I told you that maybe, this is more than that? Maybe as well as overlooking Austin’s flaws, I overlooked our... relationship?” You frown, hoping that you make sense. “Because I’m looking at you right now, and... you’re all I want.” You smile faintly, hoping he reciprocates it. “Do you know what I mean?”

You watch the way his smile grows, and how his eyes beam back at you. Slowly, he moves a hand to your chin, cupping your face. He draws you closer to his face, before slowly pressing your lips together. For a moment, you freeze, wondering if you are really willing to cross the line over your friendship.

But suddenly, everything seems to fall into place. You relax in his grasp, moving with the flow of his body, sinking into his touch. You begin to kiss him back and an overwhelming feeling of serenity hits you, making you feel calm, making you feel like you’re at home.

He kisses you softly, his lips gently pulling at yours, causing your head to move with his. Although the moment draws by slowly, it’s phenomenal. Pressing his weight into you, your body sinks into his mattress, surrounding your senses with the sight and smell of him.

Once he finally pulls away from you, he looks at you admirably.

“Y/N,” he breathes quietly. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

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descentintobandom · 6 years

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How Far I’ll Go Chapter 6

Title: How Far I’ll Go Chapter: 6/? Pairing: No Pairing Rating: T/M Fic Summary: Evie, an orphan with no memories of her past, has felt drawn to the ocean ever since she was born. Austin, former frontman of Mice & Men, a man born with the ocean in his veins. Evie cannot remember her parents, but she knows they must be out there. Austin lost his daughter 12 years ago and he’s been searching for her. What happens when fate throws these together again? Will Evie finally find where she’s meant to be?

Unfortunately, the DNA results didn’t come in until the last week of Warped Tour. It was sitting on the counter of the bus when we got back from the show.

My heart stopped when I saw the little white envelope that could end my entire world. Evie and I had been calling, texting, and Facetiming like mad for the past few weeks as I tried to get to know my daughter again. I had also been in contact with Jenny every day, asking her questions about Evie. I opened the letter, the other guys watching me closely. I read the results and collapsed onto the couch.

“What? What’s wrong?” Alan asked, grabbing the letter from me. “Austin Carlile is NOT EXCLUDED as the biological father of Evelyn Miller. Holy shit…”

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

“This means…” Tino said.

“She’s mine. It’s Evie. I’ve got my Little Mermaid back”, I said. I pulled out my phone and immediately called Evie.

“Hey Austin”, she said.

“Can you FaceTime?”

Her contact popped up on the screen.

I clicked ‘accept’ and her face popped up.

“Austin, what’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

“You know…you can call me dad”.

Her eyes filled with tears. “Oh my god!” she gasped, “It’s you!”

“Yeah, Baby Girl. It’s me. I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okay! I love you!”

I smiled and said, “I love you too, Evie”.

She blew me a kiss and hung up.

I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. I finally had her back.

A week later I stood on the doorstep of the house that housed my future. I knocked on the door and quickly straightened my leather jacket.

Jenny answered the door. “Austin!” she said, “Come in! KIDS! AUSTIN IS HERE!”

I heard the thunder of footsteps.

The two youngest, Violet and Brennen came running up to me first.

Violet hugged my legs as Brennen inspected my hands for new tattoos. I laughed.

Jenny coaxed the little ones into their playroom so the older kids could have their chance to say hello.

Marcus was next. “Look at what I got for my birthday!” he said, shoving his skateboard in my face.

“Um…cool”, I said.

“Will you teach me?” he asked me, his wide blue eyes staring at me.

I had never been into skateboarding as a kid; I was sportier.

“Mark, I told you I’d show you how to do that later”, Jeremy told him, entering the room, “Give the guy some space”. He walked up to me and I pulled out a bag of picks. “One from every band and signed as promised”, I said handing the bag to Jeremy.

“Dude, you are the coolest guy ever!” he said.

Rose stepped forward next and I hugged her. “Why didn’t you bring the ginger princess like I asked for?” she asked him.

I smirked as Rose’s phone started ringing.

She pulled out her phone and screamed. “Oh my god! Hi Alan!”

“Hey there, Rosie. Can’t wait to see you again! Do you like cats?”

Rose giggled and ran back up to her room.

I was suddenly thrown backward by a small body colliding with mine.

“I missed you!” Evie squealed.

“I’ve missed you too, My Little Mermaid”, I told her.

She stepped back.

“You are so beautiful”, I told her, brushing some hair behind her ear, “Damn I did a good job”.

She laughed and shoved me.

“Are you staying for dinner?” Jenny asked.

I cleared my throat and said, “I was actually hoping to take you out…to thank you”.

Jenny blushed. “Ummm…I guess that would be fine”, she said, “Evie, you and Rose are in charge”. Jenny grabbed her jacket and I led her out to my rental car. “Thank me for what?” Jenny asked.

“For being there for her when her mother and I weren’t”, I told her.

“I know you would have been there for her if you could. Evie knows that. She always knew you were out there searching for her”, Jenny told me.

That made me feel a little bit better.

Dinner was pleasant and I found the more time I spent with Jenny, the more I liked her.

It wasn’t just the fact that she was my daughter’s foster mother, but she was an overall good person. She was sweet, but had a sarcastic and witty sense of humor.

I could see why Evie liked her so much. “So…have you ever thought about adopting them?” I asked her as we drove back.

“The little ones, yes. But the older ones…most of them are about to age out of the system anyway. Plus I hold onto the hope that someday, their parents will come to their senses and realize how amazing their children are”, she said.

I smiled.

She really was something else.

When we arrived back at the house, I walked Jenny to the door.

“I had a great time tonight”, she said.

“Yeah, me too”, I told her. I looked off to the side and noticed we were being watched. “Seems we have some little spies”, I told her.

“I feel like Simba and Nala”, she said.

I smiled at the Disney reference. “Except they didn’t know they were being watched”, I told her, “Goodnight Jenny”.

“Goodnight Austin”, she said.

I leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead, not wanting to kiss her in front of the kids.

But Jenny had other plans. As I pulled away, she placed her hand on the back of my neck, drawing me down for a kiss.

I could hear giggles and high pitched screeching as we kissed.

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damnthosebandimagines · 9 years

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HEY AUSTIN CARLILE/OM&M/BANDS ZOMBIE FANFIC

HEY IF YOU LIKE ZOMBIES AND AUSTIN CARLILE U SHOULD READ THIS FIC PLEASE AND THANK U

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ottostherapy · 9 years

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A day with the Bae (Part 2)

Part 1

Austin POV

You had to smirk, as you and your girlfriend y/n walked out of the door and the neighbors, who passed you by, looked at you with that annoyed “We’re-having-a-relationship-crisis,-stop-fucking-that-loudly” You heard y/n chuckle next to you.

“Bitches be jealous…” She whispered for fun. You grinned devilishly. Luckily the neighbors were far enough to not hear what the two of you were talking about.

“You comin’ or what?” Y/N asked, took your hand and pulled you down the stairs of the porch. Again a grin crept on your lips as you gave her a kiss on the forehead. She laughed at the smoochy sound. Her laugh was pleasantly warm in your heart. As if it was a shine of the sun.

However, the sun outside was even hotter. It burned your skin already and you could nearly smell the grass getting dryer by the second.

“Let’s hurry!” You exclaimed. “I don’t want to end up as a pile of ashes.”

Y/N laughed. “You’re not a vampire, Austin!” She swung your arms forth and back. “But lucky for you, I can’t wait to take a swim!” She chose her words carefully. Yes, she couldn’t wait to take a swim, but you knew she was scared as hell.

“Don’t worry!” You said firmly. You unraveled your hands and put your arm around her shoulder.

She sighted. “It’s not that easy, to be honest. Like, I know how to swim, but I haven’t done it in seven years now… And that’s quite a lot, but I just can’t live in fear all my life! I mean, it’s been seven years now since that happened and I won’t let it hold me down anymore!”

By “that” she meant the incident that had happened to her grandfather. On the one hand you could really understand her fear of drowning, but then again her grandfather had worked as a fisherman in Australia and the chance of drowning obviously increases when practically working in the sea. You never told her, though.”You’re right! You don’t have to live in fear of water! And you know that I’ll stay with you! There is no way anything could happen to you!”

She nodded and you could feel the weight that was removed from her shoulders. Your arm in the contrary clung closer to her make her feel safe.

The two of you soon reached the beach and y/n placed the Star Wars towels you had onto the sand. Meanwhile you unpacked the sunshade and drilled it into the tiny stones.

When you were done you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it on your bag. Y/N did the same. Then she got out of her pants and placed them on top of the other pieces of clothing.

“So, are you ready?” You asked, but y/n still hesitated.

“I don’t know.” She said drawing out the o.

“I’m with you!” You said, trying to convince her that there was nothing that could happen to her.

“Ok. But we won’t go in completely at first, okay?” She asked insecure.

“We’ll only go as far as you want to.” You assured.

Her hand in yours, you walked over the burning sand to the part where whenever a wave was washed up your feet were flooded with water.

For a little while you just stood there, taking in the beautiful sight, the sound of the crashing waves and the laughing kids. You smelled the sun cream and sweat and you smelled the salt. And the wind was blowing y/n hair behind her.

She pressed your hand and so you awakened from your trance. You turned your head to her and smiled. She smiled back at you and nodded. Bravely she took a first step into the water. You followed her. The water was cool and for a short moment you shivered but at the same time all you wanted was to cool down completely.

Y/N actually seemed to enjoy the water as she walked in further and further until she stood there with her hips underwater. “Will you come now?” She asked impatiently.

You laughed and ran up to her. The water slashed around you and when you reached her, your body was drenched in water already.

“You up for a little swim? You asked.

Y/N smirked. “What do you mean by ‘swim’? Cause if you mean further outside: No! But if you mean to the more shallow places and back: Yes, actually.”

“I wasn’t even thinking about a competition, you dork.” You laughed. “I thought about you and me swimming to that buoy and then back.” You pointed out to a buoy that was to your left.

“Oh…” She made. “Well okay. If that was what you meant, we can do it.” She smiled a little ashamed.

While you and her swam and talked, you watched her and you came to the conclusion she shouldn’t swim too much, because she was already breathless when you reached the buoy, that wasn’t even far from where you had started.

“Shall we pause for a moment?” You asked, trying to suppress the wide smile that was on its way to play around your lips.

“No, it’s okay!” She gasped. “Oh, look there’s a lonely ball” She took the small, yellow ball. “Catch it!” Y/N threw the ball close to the beach.

You shook your head, not convinced that her idea was a good one, but you swam to take the yellow thing.

“You know the game!” Y/N yelled with a smile on her face.

You sighted, but did as told.

A few rounds later you accidentally threw the ball a bit too far.

Y/N laughed. “That was definitely not my fault!” She swam out to get the yellow ball.

Worried you watched her every step – luckily because suddenly she was underwater.

Your eyes went wide and for a brief moment you stood there in shock.

Then her head broke the surface and she gasped. Panic flushed her body and yours as well, but whilst she started to brandish her arms, you jumped into the water. Suddenly there were so many people between you and instead of getting closer, you felt like diverging from her.

Every time her head was sinking, you died a little inside and at the same time it motivated you to swim faster and faster.

“Help me!” Bubble. “Aust-“ Bubble. “Austin, please!” Her words were thin and she coughed a few times.

You had to reach her on time! Only a few arm’s lengths between you. Finally you could get a hold of her body. You grabbed one of her moving arms and puller her on your back. “Hold on!” You demanded and you could feel y/n’s arms wrapping around your shoulders wearily.

With a few powerful strokes you reached the non-swimmer’s area, but you only set her down when you knew she would stand with the water only to her knees.

She was still shaking and tears fell down her face when you had already left the water. You pulled her in for a hug and when you heard her sob, you tightened your grip around her.

“We’ll go home now, okay?” You whispered and you felt her nod into your chest.

You didn’t leave immediately, since you still had to comfort her – and yourself, so that you could get dressed and grab all your stuff.

The whole way back, she sniffled and you always apologized that you shouldn’t have left her alone.

“It’s not your fault! It’s mine! And it’s the dumb sea! I hate it! And I don’t ever want to go back in there!” She panted bitterly.

“You don’t have to! But whatever happens, I am never going to let anything happen to you ever again! I promise! Y/N I love you so much, I wouldn’t know what to do without you. I swear to God, I will protect you with my life!” You mentally slapped yourself. “God, that sounds so stupid, but I really love you!” You added.

“Thank you!” She tried a little smile.

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