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metallicaislife · 6 months

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Childhood Friends

A/N: omg this is the longest fic I've written so far. It flowed so smoothly out of my brain I'm gonna cry. 🥹💚

Genre: Fluff, suggestive themes and brief mentions of smut but not explicit

Word Count: 2,180

Warnings: Smoking

When I was young I had a neighbor. He was my best friend. From dawn until dusk we hung out. Whether we wandered the neighborhood on an adventure or at his house as he practiced the bass. He was the kind of person we didn’t need to have constant conversation with to be comfortable. I was absolutely heartbroken at age 14 when my family moved to be closer to my dad’s parents. We called each other every once in a while, but that soon stopped as we got busy with the lives we had going on around us. I’m now in my 20’s and I think about him every so often, I hope he’s doing well, and that all his dreams came true.

It was a typical night, I came home from work. Had a small dinner and curled up on the couch to watch my favorite sitcom. The phone started ringing so I got up to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Is this, Y/N?” A deep calm voice came over the receiver.

“Speaking. Who is this?” I asked.

“It’s Cliff.” He spoke. My eyes widened.

“Cliff? Like Cliff Burton?” I asked. He chuckled.

“Yeah, it’s me. How are you?” He asked. My heart was thrumming against my chest.

“I’m doing well. How are you? How did you get my number?”

“Glad to hear. I’m doing great. I took a chance and looked in a phone book.” He answered me. I laughed.

“I dunno why I never thought of that.” I said.

“I called because my band is going to be in your neck of the woods, I’d love it if you came to our show.”

“You’re in a band?” I asked excitedly. Cliff chuckled.

“Yeah, I am. We’re called Metallica. Do you know where the bar on Main Street and 9th is?” He asked.

“Sure do. When is the show?” I grinned, feeling giddy.

“Tomorrow night. Sorry it’s short notice.” He said.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you called. What time is it?”

“8. I’ll buy you a drink after.” He said.

“God, last time I saw you we were kids. Where’d the time go?” I leaned against my wall.

“It’s been far too long. I’m excited to see you.” He said, I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Me too.” I replied.

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night.”

“Thanks, see ya tomorrow Cliff.” I said and hung up.

I pinched myself. Yup that happened. I didn’t fall asleep watching ‘Cheers’ and dreamed of that conversation. I squealed in excitement.

The following day went by quickly, which I was super grateful for. When I knew Cliff he was playing Thin Lizzy on his bass. I’m curious to see what kind of music he plays. I found a comfortable but cute outfit and left to go to the bar.

I got a cocktail and waited around. Soon the band Metallica was announced. I spotted him straightaway. It was hard not to. I thought he was tall when we were young. He grew so much more. He was tall and lanky yet toned, his auburn hair long and unruly. His hazel eyes met mine and he grinned. The same smile that brightened my days all those years ago. I smiled back and gave a small wave.

I’d never heard anything like their music before. It was loud and fast. Absolutely electrifying. I was mesmerized by Cliff, his head banging and the passion emanated off him.

“Thanks everyone!” The lead singer and rhythm guitarist waved. Cliff caught my eye again and motioned for me to head backstage. I gave a nod and made my way back. He was leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets. He looked up and grinned. He pushed off the wall and walked toward me pulling me into a bone crushing hug. I hugged him back tightly, uncaring that he was sweaty from his performance. He pulled back and held my shoulders studying me. I grinned staring back up at him.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to my bandmates then we’ll get a drink and catch up.” He shifted, placing his arm around my shoulder as he took me back to the green room.

The drummer was sprawled on a couch fanning himself, the guitarist was drinking some water while sitting on a chair and the lead singer was packing up his equipment.

“Hey guys, I want to introduce you to my childhood friend.” Cliff said. They all looked in our direction and I gave a small wave.

“Y/N, this is Lars.” He pointed to the drummer, “Kirk,” then to the guitarist, “and James.” He motioned to the lead singer. “Guys this is Y/N, we used to be neighbors growing up.” He introduced.

“Nice to meet you guys.” I smiled at them.

“Nice to finally meet you, we’ve heard so much about you. Our guy Cliff here talks about you a lot.” James said. Cliff shot him a look and I stifled a small laugh as my cheeks heated up.

“Anyways, I already packed my things. We’re gonna go get a drink and catch up.” Cliff said steering me out of the dressing room before any of the others had a chance to say anything. I turned back to wave at them before we exited the room.

“So you talk about me, huh?” I asked, jabbing him in the ribs playfully.

“I mean, yeah. You’re really the only person I hung out with until I started playing in bands.” He confessed. I smiled but didn’t say anything further.

He got us a couple beers and we found a place to sit.

I was a little worried it would be awkward, we hadn’t seen each other or even talked in years. It was so comfortable though, telling Cliff what I’d been up to, and listening to his stories about how he’s gotten to where he’s at.

The night was coming to a close and there was a part of me that wondered if this was it. Would I only see him if he came to town for a show? The kind of friends that saw each other maybe once a year to catch up. I didn’t want that.

“I wanna see you again, soon.” Cliff said as we walked in the crisp night air.

“Me too.” I responded.

“You know I thought you moving away was the end of the world. You’re only 45 minutes away though.” He chuckled.

“As kids that might as well be across the country.” I laughed, he laughed too.

“Well now we aren’t kids.” He said.

“No we aren’t.” I replied, “So I'll see you soon then?” I asked. He nodded. “Good.” I smiled. He hugged me again and we parted ways.

True to his word, Cliff called the following night, and we made plans to see each other again. Over the course of a few months, we saw each other as much as we could and talked almost every night. Sometimes we didn’t even talk. He’d call and play the bass for me. I knew that I had missed him, but I hadn’t realized how much until he was in my life again.

“We’re having a party on Saturday, I want you to come.” Cliff said over the phone.

“Yeah, I can make that. What’s the address?” I asked. I wrote it down as he relayed it to me, and the time, but he said I could come over whenever.

I took a bus to El Cerrito. I was lucky enough to find the house pretty easily. The party was in full swing. Cliff was on the porch as I walked up. He saw me and his eyebrow furrowed.

“Where’s your car?” He asked and exhaled his cigarette smoke.

“In the shop, it’s been giving me trouble so I caught a bus here. I don’t mind, I'll take one home too.” I replied and stuck my hand out. He placed a cigarette in it, I placed it in my lips and he flicked his lighter so I could light it.

“Don’t be silly, I’ll take you home.” He said.

“No, it’s okay.” I said. I looked up and his face was stern.

“Yes, I will drive you home.” Cliff said with finality. I nodded.

“Thanks.” I replied. Lars came bounding out of the house.

“I know you like keeping Y/N all to yourself but it’s a party Burton!” Lars said and grabbed my wrist. I laughed as he dragged me into the house. Cliff rolled his eyes and followed after us.

The night was filled with laughter as we made memories I will carry with me until the end of my days.

The party wound down and people were falling asleep.

“Ready to go?” Cliff asked me as I leaned against the porch smoking a cigarette.

“Yup.” I smiled and put the cigarette out.

Neither of us got obliterated like the others so we were good for travel.

“Next time I’ll spend the night so we can party a little harder.” I said.

“You’re always welcome to.” Cliff grinned and opened the car door for me. I slid in and buckled up. Cliff got in and started the car.

“There are some tapes in the glovebox.” He said. I opened it up and looked through them. I smiled seeing the first Thin Lizzy album he shared with me, ‘Vagabonds of the Western World’. I put it in, his face lit up as the music played through the speakers.

The car ride was mostly silent, occasionally singing along to the music. I stared out the window, and I could feel what I’ve been wanting to say to him for a couple weeks bubbling beneath the surface.

“I love you.” I said aloud as I continued staring at the darkness outside.

“I love you, too.” Cliff replied.

“No, Cliff, I’m in love with you.” I said refusing to look in his direction. I don’t think my heart could handle it if I saw a look of disgust pass across his features. His hand came to rest on my thigh and gave it a comforting squeeze. I finally tore my gaze from the darkness and looked over feeling completely vulnerable. He kept his gaze on the road, but he glanced over, the look on his face the opposite of what I had imagined.

“I’m in love with you, too.” He replied. I smiled and placed my hand on his, giving it a squeeze as I looked back out the window. A huge weight felt as if it had been lifted from my shoulders.

We arrived at my place not long after and he walked me to the door.

“Why don’t you spend the night, it’d be silly to drive all the way here just to head back.” I offered as I unlocked my door.

“I think you’re just trying to get into my pants.” He teased me as he moved my hair out the way so he could place a kiss on my neck.

“Maybe a little of both.” I teased back. I opened the door and he followed me in. He shut and locked my door. He turned around and placed his hands on my waist. We stared at one another. The only sound is our even breathing. Cliff tucked my hair behind my ear, he cupped my face and brought his lips down to meet mine. I’ve been kissed before, but never like this. It took my breath away.

We stumbled clumsily through my apartment giggling and losing clothes along the way. We laid in bed and worshiped each other for hours. Learning each other's bodies inside and out.

We laid in each other's arms, sweaty and worn. I traced soft shapes on his chest as he tickled my back.

“How are you feeling?” Cliff asked softly.

“Content.” I replied and kissed his chest. Cliff chuckled.

“Thank you for telling me how you feel.” He said.

“If I held it in any longer I think I would’ve combust.” I replied and placed my chin on his chest so I could look at him. His hazel eyes in the dim light held so much love and adoration. I hoped as he looked back he could see that same look mirrored in my eyes. “Thanks for reaching out and inviting me to your show. If you hadn’t, we probably wouldn’t be here.” I said.

“It was a long shot, but I really missed you. I loved you back then, ya know. But I never could have imagined how much further I could have fallen for you.” He said. My heart skipped a beat and buried my head in his chest. He chuckled and kissed my head.

I wish I had a Time Machine so I could go back and tell the heartbroken girl that had to move away from her best friend that it wouldn’t be that way forever. She was able to grow up and fall deeply in love with the quiet boy next door who played his bass so passionately.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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malamira · 3 months

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I HOPE YOU KNOW YOU HAVE MY HEART (EVEN IF I DON'T REALLY SHOW IT)

synopsis: co-workers to enemies to friends...? no, that's not right. they skipped the friends part entirely. so, the benefits are... what, exactly?

a/n: wrote this years ago and decided to bring it back to life! with a few edits and revisions, of course. i know some people were disappointed that i took this off the internet, so here it is!

i plan on reposting majority of smutmas at some point throughout the year, so if it's anything to look forward to, i hope you keep your eyes peeled!

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The repetitive ringing tone in Inuyasha’s ears made him grip his steering wheel harder. “Come on, Kagome,” he hissed. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.”

Finally, the tell tale sign of a click resounded. “Hello?”

“Thank fucking God,” he breathed out. “Where are you?”

“I’m out,” she said, and he could hear the bass in the background. “What’s up?”

“Where? I’m picking you up.”

“What? In—” She let out a sharp breath. “No! Are you crazy?”

“Halfway there,” he muttered under his breath. “Look, I’ve had a shitty day, and I need you to blow off some steam.”

“Should I be flattered?” she said sarcastically, then softer, as if she pulled away from the phone. “Just work. I—Hey, Sango, wait—”

He was halfway to the business district and decided to pull over at an emergency bay. The sounds of a scuffle was heard on the receiver, short puffs of wind and rustling. Sooner than later, a new voice floated into his ear. “Hello? Who is this?”

“Kagome’s boss,” Inuyasha snapped.

“Wait—Inuyasha? Why is Inuyasha calling you?” That last part was softer, said to Kagome. She came back. “Why are you calling Kagome?”

“None of your business!”

“Sango!” Inuyasha heard, in various volumes. She must’ve been struggling to snatch her phone back. “Give me back my phone!”

“Of course it’s my business,” Sango said. “She’s my best friend and you’re garbage. Why are you calling her?”

“Garbage?” Inuyasha exclaimed, affronted. “I thought we were friends!”

“The amount of sex you have is unhealthy and every relationship you’ve had has been a dumpster fire,” she pointed out.

“I’m twenty-nine,” he snapped. “The amount of sex I have is just fine, thanks. And it's not my fault all my exes were psychos!”

“Don't call them psychos when you're part of the problem!"

Inuyasha held himself back from flinging his phone. "Ju—"

"The reason why they ended so badly was because you’re an emotionally constipated asshole incapable of communicating and you know it!”

He tried to not break the phone in his grip. This was not the time nor the place to deep dive into his personal issues. "Not the time, okay, Sango? Just let me talk to Kagome."

“Are you gonna have sex with Kagome, too?” she needled.

Sango didn’t have to know the honest answer to that question. “No, for God’s sake. We have an emergency deliverable on Monday.”

“It’s Friday night! Well past office hours!”

“Ask Kagome if she wants to work on it over a full weekend or start tonight and finish tomorrow to get Sunday off,” he snapped.

Sango was evidently Not Happy. “Fine. Ugh, fine. The one time I actually manage to get her out of the house… Kagome, here.”

More rustling.

“Thank you,” Kagome said. “Hey, sorry. So what was that?”

“Sango thinks we’re having too much sex.”

“I heard her little tirade. I know it's a you problem."

Jesus fucking Christ. “Whatever. Message me where you are as soon as I hang up,” he demanded. “Every second longer will make me want to fuck you rougher.”

“You’re so impatient,” she complained. “This is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

He ignored her and ended the call. His phone darkened as he waited, then lit up again a full minute later, her name popping up on the screen. It took her a full minute. He smirked as he shifted gears and sped away.

—

As soon as he picked her up, he sped over to a fairly full parking lot and parked in the darkest corner he could find. Before she could ask, he unbuckled his seatbelt and practically assaulted her, pressing his lips to hers and palming her breast over her shirt.

“Inuyasha,” she gasped when he pulled away.

“No bra?” he grinned wickedly. “I should be so lucky.”

“Wasn’t for you,” she snapped, and somehow that irritated him. She pushed him off her. “And what gives? I thought we were going to your place.”

“I’m impatient.”

She shook her head. “No. If I’m gonna be a booty call, I’m gonna get the whole nine yards. That means sex on a comfortable bed and a shower immediately after.”

“Jesus, you’re demanding,” he grumbled, strapping his seatbelt back on and reversing out of the parking lot. “Even my exes didn’t make me work this hard.”

“That explains why we’ve been having sex longer than you’ve been in any relationship,” she quipped.

He didn't respond. Was it Psychoanalyze Inuyasha Night? What the fuck?

His house was a bit of a drive from the central business district, maybe around thirty minutes, and normally Kagome liked to fill the silence. When she wasn’t chatting up a storm like she normally would, he reached over with one hand to push her skirt upwards as he caressed the inside of her warm thigh. “What are you thinking?”

That pulled her out of her reverie. “Huh?”

“Normally you’d be halfway through your tenth conversation topic by now,” he said, flicking on his turn signal. His eyes darted to his mirrors before switching lanes. “What’s up?”

“Oh. Uh, nothing. I just… I guess I didn’t realize it’s been over a year.”

“Since we started having sex?”

“Since your last relationship.”

His face soured. “Can we not talk about that? I wanted to get laid tonight, and you’re killing my boner.”

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m not.” Kagome reached over and twirled a silver lock that escaped the bun on his head around her finger. “I did this because I wanted to help you, you know.”

Inuyasha scoffed. “And the fact that you also broke up with Kōga around the same time had nothing to do with it?”

“Well, I didn’t say I wasn’t also doing it to help myself.” She shrugged, more nonchalant than he liked. “I’ve always found you cute. Didn’t expect you to say yes to this kind of… arrangement, honestly.”

“Didn’t expect you to propose it,” he said, glancing at her. “Given our… history.”

“You mean you being a complete asshole to me every time you saw me?”

He winced. That was deserved. “I said I was sorry.”

“I know.” She trailed her finger along his jaw. “But… I don’t know. I think I’m not… I think I’m not helping you, anymore.”

His hand stopped the motions along her thigh. “Care to elaborate?"

"Maybe this whole arrangement is just a band-aid solution for your actual relationship problems?" she mused aloud.

"What?"

“Are you even seeing anyone? Like, at all?” she asked, nose wrinkling as she spoke. “Wasn’t that the deal? We blow off steam through sex, go on with our lives. We see other people, and stop this as soon as we do. That’s what we talked about.”

“So? What are you trying to say?” Something clicked in his brain that made him stiffen. “Have you been seeing someone else?” Inuyasha asked, unreasonable rage simmering beneath his skin. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“Can you not freak out?” Kagome snapped. “You’re overreacting.”

“I’m not—” he huffed, pulling his hand back and setting it on the steering wheel. “Just give it to me straight. Are you seeing someone else? Enough to make you—make you want to stop… whatever this is?”

“What if I said yes?”

He didn’t know what he would feel—that was a lie, he knew exactly what he would feel, but the unpleasant way his stomach curled, like he was just punched in the gut; the intensity of it wasn’t something he was expecting. He turned to a familiar emotion, instead. “Then why the fuck are you here, then?”

“You called me, remember?” she shot back.

“You didn’t have to say yes!”

“That’s not the point!” she snapped, adjusting herself in the passenger seat to fully face him.

“Then what is your point?!”

“My point is is that maybe this—this—this arrangement is starting to be harmful rather than helpful!” she shouts, throwing her hands in the air and narrowly missing the ceiling of his car. “Just being fuck buddies is becoming a problem! We’re both not in relationships but regularly see each other, and it’s stopping us from seeing other people!”

“We don’t stop each other from seeing other people!” he shot back.

“Inuyasha, I’m not wearing a bra, I have a condom in my purse, and I was ready to get wasted in a club. Yet I’m in your car on my way to your place because I will have sex with you.”

Despite the sheer irritation that manifested itself on his face, Inuyasha took the time to deeply inhale, then exhale. Dealing with Kagome was a true exercise in patience if he’d ever had one, and he’d since learned that she was more receptive when he was visibly calm, or at the very least not shouting, mainly because he’d observed that she felt dumb for screaming her head off when he was calm in the face of her wrath.

And besides, this was not a conversation to be had while driving.

Silently, he drove on and stopped at the first emergency bay he came across. He punched in his hazard lights and took off his seatbelt for a second time, before turning to look at her.

“So what do you want?” he said, looking her straight in the eye. “Tell me what you want.”

Kagome’s gaze was steady, but she breathed in. Her hands shook as she took off her own seatbelt to mirror him; she was nervous.

“Do you want this to end?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I was just… Someone asked, and I thought—”

“Asked what? Who asked?”

“Yura, from Marketing. She said she was interested. She asked me if we were dating.”

Yura? Who’s that? He deemed it insignificant and barreled on. “And what did you say?”

“What do you mean what did I say? I said we weren’t dating, and that you were single. What else would I say?”

“So you’re okay with me dating her? Is that what this is about?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” She gingerly rubbed the underside of her eye, careful to not smudge her makeup. “Do you?”

“I’m not interested in Yura,” he said flatly.

Kagome groaned. “That’s the problem, Inuyasha. You’re not interested in anyone. It’s been over a year! This has to end at some point.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? Didn’t you just hear what I said? You’re not interested in anyone!”

“Jesus Christ, Kagome. I can’t believe I have to spell this out for you.” He ran a hand over his face. “I’ve been having sex with you steadily over the past year because I’m interested in you.”

She blinked, then gaped, then stared back at him, horrified. “What?”

He glared at her. “No need to look so disgusted.”

She fixed her face. “Sorry, I didn’t—I mean—What?”

“I’ve been asking you out on a proper date for the past year,” he said exasperatedly. “You were there. You shot me down every time.”

“I thought you were kidding!” Kagome cried, frantic. “You don’t do emotionally available—or anything emotional, for that matter. That’s not you! You don’t ask people out! I had to ask you, the first time!”

“Yeah, well,” he mumbled, “It’s different when it comes to you, apparently.”

"I mean, Sango said you had a communication problem—"

His ears twitched. "Don't listen to her—"

“—but I could disagree, but you’re sure as hell not patient. I’ve been turning you down for a year and you didn’t get the slightest bit pissed off?”

“Like I said,” he continued, looking every bit as perturbed as she was. “It’s different when it comes to you.”

Her cheeks burned. “Wh—Wh—” She struggled with her words, before deciding to simply stare at him, jaw unhinged.

Inuyasha reached over to gingerly close her mouth, before taking her chin in his hand and brushing the corner of her mouth with his thumb. Her lipstick smudged in the slightest. “Look, you’re right. I don’t do feelings. That’s not me, that’s never gonna be me. I'm bad at talking about them, too, because I didn't see the point. It’s why all my past relationships went down in flames; I never made the effort to try, because I didn’t think it was worth it, or that it mattered.

“But I—I don’t know. I’m just not interested in anyone except you. I haven’t been interested in trying on making anything work, except when it comes to you.”

“Because of the sex?” she asked, so innocently that it made him want to laugh.

“Maybe. I don’t know. The sex is good. But spending time with you isn’t so bad.”

"'So bad'?"

He rolled his eyes. "It's not bad. At all."

“Because of the sex,” she repeated flatly.

“Look, I’m not going to dissect whatever the hell I’m feeling, okay?” he snapped. “All I know is that I like you, I like having sex with you, I like spending time with you, and I’m not interested in anything with anyone else. I’m not going to further elaborate because that means talking about my feelings and I’m not gonna do that.”

“That’s fair,” she said thoughtfully. “I mean, I won’t ask that from you. I know you and that’s not who you are.”

See, this was why he liked Kagome. She wasn’t the type to demand stuff of him, unlike all his former girlfriends, who demanded flowers and birthday celebrations and grand, romantic gestures—which, ultimately, led to the demise of all those relationships. Because, as they said in one way or another, he didn’t give enough.

But he was a giver. Ask Kagome, even. He was so giving. But these women wanted things that he didn’t give, didn’t want to give. Never planned on giving, because he either didn’t see the point or just didn’t find them worth giving. With Kagome, it was different. What he was was what he was and that was fine. No pressure, no expectations.

Maybe it had to take a friends with benefits situation to realize it, but regardless, it worked; they were happy, there was no pressure, and he really, truly appreciated that. “Thank you,” he said, and meant it.

Her pondering continued. “But…”

He raised an eyebrow. “But what?”

“You’re going to have to ask me out properly.”

He violently rescinded his earlier thought about her not being the type to ask stuff of him. Inuyasha stared at her, unamused. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Look, if we’re gonna date,” she said shortly, “I expect the whole nine yards. Dinner. Maybe a movie. A romantic walk somewhere, preferably by the beach. A kiss when you bring me home. That kind of stuff.”

“There’s a pattern with you,” he mumbled under his breath. Louder, he said, “Fine. Anything else?”

“Yeah. No sex on the first date.”

“What?!” His jaw dropped. “Kagome, we’ve been having sex for over a year! I think we’re past that point by now!”

“Rules are rules! No sex on a first date!” she insisted.

“Rules are—” Inuyasha dragged his face down in one sweep. Was this even worth it? “You know what? Fine. Fine. Jesus fucking Christ. But what else? And are you sure?”

“What do you mean, 'am I sure'?”

"I know you're siding with Sango about me having a communication issue? You really wanna get into a relationship with me?"

The corners of Kagome's mouth turned down in a frown. "Hey, I never said I agreed with her. You never had a problem telling me what you wanted, or what you expected."

Looking back at it, he really didn't. Maybe because they stepped into the arrangement with no expectations, that he didn't feel like he needed to hide or think about anything.

"Why are you asking?"

His cheeks flared up with heat. "Um. Nothing."

"Seriously? Just tell me."

"I'd really—"

"Inuyasha," she said sternly. Inuyasha took in her expression and decided that no, she was not being stern, she was being stubborn, which was worse.

“Fine." He cleared his throat. "I... I don’t know, I just—I want this to work out. I’m not gonna be the reason why another one of my relationships fail because I’m—as Sango said—emotionally constipated. So I’m going to… try.”

Her face went from shocked to incredulous then straight up teary-eyed. “Inuyasha,” she whimpered. “You want to try for me?”

Oh, good fucking God. “This is why I’m not a feelings person.”

“No, no, no,” Kagome said, pressing a hand to her chest and sniffling. “That was just really sweet. I didn’t think you had it in you."

His eyebrow twitched. “You’re baiting me and I won’t fall for it.”

“I won’t be too hard on you,” she placated, leaning forward. The hand that was on her chest went to pat his knee, then moved to cup his cheek. “And for the record, I don't think you're emotionally constipated. You're just bad with feelings. and you're too shy to talk about them.”

"Okay, enough,” he declared, ignoring the giggle Kagome let out just as he closed the distance to press a deep, wanting kiss to her lips, her soft lips parting under his careful attentions. When he pulled away, something made him ask, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Yeah,” she said, a little breathy. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” He kissed her lightly. “Are you free tomorrow for dinner?”

She laughed in a way that made his heart swell. “Yes, of course.”

He pulled away and resituated himself in the driver’s seat, driving out of the bay as soon as Kagome had strapped back in. His hand made its way back to the inside of her thigh and they drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence.

“To make things clear, tomorrow is the only day I’m going to hold off on sex with you,” he said with finality when he pulled up into his one-car garage. “Got that? All bets are off for date number two.”

“I figured,” Kagome said with amusement. Inuyasha hopped out of the car and met her on the other side, helping her out. “And tonight?”

“Like I said,” he said, smirking. He slammed the door to his car behind her and pressed her against it, his lips starting to work on her neck. He relished the sound she made when he wrapped his arms around her thighs and hoisted her up to carry her into his house. “I’m impatient.”

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satoruvt · 1 year

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think you should leave with me

pairing → wen junhui x reader

word count → 588

genre → suggestive, roommates au ↳ tags: um jun is in a band..., Stressing Over Finals, tacos!, making out, jun just wants you to feel better <3 but make it kinda sexy, like one pet name, uh. is that it i think thats it

song inspo → use me by pvrs feat. 070 shake !!

warnings → suggestive <3 pg-13!!

a/n → i wrote this when i was stressed abt finals like 3 weeks ago but i kind of hated it so i just kept it in my drafts until now ... very mindless. like why am i not in a car with jun whos my roommate but also a bass player in a band? the world is cruel and i am but one of gods puppets

Realistically, you should be in bed.

It’s late, and you’re supposed to be doing homework, and you have work in the morning. If you really wanted to be good about the whole thing, you should’ve been asleep about two hours ago. But Jun’s a good roommate, and tacos sounded amazing.

(Plus, he said it so gently when he knocked on your door – “I’m gonna grab something to eat, d’you want anything? Need a break, maybe?” It’s almost impossible to say no.)

And the tacos were amazing. And Jun is an amazing roommate. You’re starting to think he’s also an amazing kisser.

Out of all the things you were expecting from a late night taco run/break from homework/whatever this was, making out with Jun in the back of his car was not one of them. You don’t think he expected this either, but his hands feel so warm on your hips, contrast to the cold weather outside. He breathes into you and the radio plays an ad you swear you’ve heard a million times before.

He smells so good. You wonder what cologne he uses, and why you’ve never bothered to ask. Wonder how it’s taken you this long to smell it so close. His tongue parts your lips and you sigh, melt into his chest. The thumb resting on one hip slips under your shirt, skin against skin. It makes you burn in his backseat.

“Jun,” you breathe when you manage to pull yourself away from him. He nuzzles into your neck, presses a few mind-numbing kisses against your jaw. “Junnie.”

“Hmm,” he responds. You bring your hand from his shoulder to his chest.

“We should get back home,” you tell him. He pulls away to look at you, eyes hooded in the dark. “‘S late. Got work tomorrow.”

You hope he doesn’t question your succinct sentences. Truth be told, you could sit here in his lap all day, and the few minutes you have been have left your brain lagging behind a little bit. But he smiles, tucks some hair out of your face, and you swoon.

“Get your shift covered,” he says. You shake your head, and his hand cups your cheek. “Seriously.”

“Not that easy,” you breathe, but you let him pull you in for another kiss anyways. It feels like heaven, and you’d be lying if you said you never thought about this before – you live with him. He cooks with you most nights, indulges you in your throw-pillow buying, tries to coerce you into getting a cat. Sometimes you see the sliver of a blue bass guitar through the crack in his door and tease him about playing for you, introducing you to his bandmates. He never does, but you often hear the low run of a bassline through the thin walls connecting your rooms.

Jun hums against your lips. “You’ve been working so much,” he notes, barely breaking away from you. “Just wanna help you relax, honey. ‘Cause you deserve it.”

His voice is so smooth, how could you ever say no? The windows are starting to fog. You feel hazy, blinking uselessly in the dark, trying to cope with the weight of Jun’s words, the implications they hold.

“Home,” you decide. Jun frowns, but you take his wrist and guide his hand further up your shirt until it’s completely hidden. “Home first, and then…”

“Then?” He asks, gentle smirk on his lips.

“Then…” you breathe, shoving all of your thoughts and doubts out the window. “Then whatever you want.”

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freesia-writes · 7 months

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Free, I’ve missed you so much!!! I saw that you reblogged some first kiss prompts, so if I may be so bold as to request

the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself

with my love, Jesse 💙💙

Hihihihi! Thank you so much; I’ve missed you as well! I hope this is a tasty little treat for ya, haha. :D

Jesse x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Rated PG-13 for suggestiveness and alcohol tomfoolery. ;)

I have to include this picture of him because... well hot damn. No need to explain.

You’d been having the night of your life. After a hellish week at work, full of unreasonable expectations and incompetent coworkers, you’d finally made it to the bar with your friends. The jovial nature of 79s was infectious, and it felt so good to let your guard down and just have fun for once. You’d danced, had a drink, played a hologame that you swore was rigged, and now were crammed into a booth with a whole horde of happy patrons.

A hand lightly touched your knee under the table, bringing your attention back to the conversation you’d been having. Your friend was always raving about the 501st, and now they were here on shore leave. She hadn’t been wrong – you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. From the hilarious quips and razor-sharp wit to the exhilarating stories punctuated with flirtatious comments, they were a constant good time.

“Jesse!” you answered triumphantly, watching the Republic cog move as his eyes crinkled in a smile. It made your pleasant tingly state feel even more effervescent. “Ha! You said I wouldn’t remember!”

“I said I bet you wouldn’t remember it tomorrow,” he laughed, patting your knee and withdrawing his arm. “See, you already forgot.”

“I’m not just gonna bang you and write you off as another fun night,” you said with mock sternness. “I’m not that kind of person – I’m going to get to know and appreciate every glorious nuance of who you are, and the one and only Jesse shall live on in my mind, untarnished and glorious…forevermore!” You clapped a hand to your mouth, giggling at your own profundity as well as the way his eyebrows had risen higher and higher with each ridiculous word.

“That’s quite poetic,” he conceded, lifting an arm to wrap it around your shoulders, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “But uh… you’re gonna bang me?” he asked with a roguish grin, tilting his head and gazing at you with impossibly large puppy-dog eyes.

“That’s yet to be seen,” you answered coyly, and he laughed again, leaning back against the booth cushion as he took another sip of his drink.

“Fair enough,” he said, setting the glass down. “But I’m warning you… If you get back on the dance floor with me, you’re not gonna want to go home alone.”

“Ooohhh, them’s fightin’ words!” You were half teasing, half aroused with a shiver of anticipation at his playful confidence. “You must think pretty highly of yourself!”

“Not at all,” he said with a completely straight face. Only the glint in his eyes belied his mischief. “I’m only speaking from experience.” With a wink and a shove of the clone next to him, he was scooting out of the bench seat and pulling you along with him. You laughed, clambering to your feet as he held your hand steadily. “I’m giving you one last chance to flee back to safety,” he purred, leaning in close to your ear and making your heart skip a beat.

“Karking hell,” you blurted out, “You’re ridiculous…ly hot.” He threw his head back with an elated guffaw, and the next thing you knew, he’d led you to the most packed corner of the bar where bodies of all shapes, sizes, and species bumped and grinded to the endless thump of the bass that barely changed from song to song. It didn’t matter – the cacophony of noise, the myriad of neon lights, and the fuzzy tipsiness brought on by a few drinks all created an atmosphere of letting go and enjoying the simple pleasures of life.

He put a hand on your waist, stepping in close and gracing you with a whiff of his scent – something clean and fresh, almost too heavily-applied, sweetened by the hint of sweat and heat. It was intoxicating. When you leaned in, pressing your body against his and laying a hand on his shoulder, there was no doubt where your mind was going. He was built. Confident. Hilarious. And somehow not off-putting at all. You’d enjoyed your conversation earlier, being equally enamored with his wit as well as his insight.

The song shifted, and with a gentle lead, he turned you around to pull you up against his front, sliding both arms around your waist and settling them on your hips. Or just slightly below. You moved together to the rhythm, your own hands finding his arms as you swayed. He nuzzled against your neck, yelling something over the music that made you laugh, and you reached an arm up, arching your back to wrap it around his neck and pull him close. The low hum he made in your ear sent a warmth blossoming between your legs, and you bit your lip. Kriff, he hadn’t been lying. The way his war-hardened body was able to move so effortlessly with your own left little to the imagination about what he might be like in other scenarios.

You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the music, the moment… (heheh)... the feeling of his chest against your back, his hips against your ass… You could swear you felt more there too, but maybe you were just imagining it, feral as you were. It felt good to stop worrying about everything for once, and you felt lucky to have found such a partner for the night.

After what felt like hours, you pulled him off the dance floor, sweaty and exhilarated from having been rubbing and grinding against each other in a build-up that you could hardly stand. With a quick stop at the corner of the bar, you poured a small water glass for each of you, chugging yours in a few gulps before refilling it. He ran a hand over his head, finishing his own water and returning the cup to the dirty dish rack. The flush on his cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes were absolutely irresistible, and you felt emboldened. You pressed a hand against his stomach, reveling in the surprise on his face, and drove him backward into the wall almost forcefully. It seemed impossible to combine innocent delight and a darkened gaze, and yet there he was, smoldering with absolute magnetism in front of you.

“Shoot, I warned you!” he teased, sliding a hand around your waist as you slipped one leg between his, sidling up to lean on his chest and press him into the wall. You laughed, placing a hand on his broad chest, feeling his heart pounding as much as your own.

“I was indeed warned,” you admitted, toying with his hip with your other hand. He wrapped his arms around you, one around the small of your back, the other around your shoulders. You tilted your head slightly, sliding your hand up his chest, along the side of his neck, and around to the back where you cupped it firmly. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, bringing his lips to yours with exhilarating confidence. You melted into him, sliding your thigh more intentionally against his crotch, where there was definitely something more now. You drowned in your senses – the heat, the desire, the scent and taste and feel of him – and then snapped back to the present as you felt his kiss changing.

His cheeks curved as he smiled against your mouth, tipping his forehead to touch yours and allowing both of you to catch a breath. Your heart exploded in your chest at the sight of him, eyes still closed and grinning like an idiot, and you cupped his cheek with a tender hand. When he finally did lift his head and open those gorgeous amber eyes, it sent a jolt of electricity through you – the irresistible sexiness paired with the unabashed glee was something you never wanted to forget.

“What?” you said finally, poking playfully at his adorable grin. “Got something smart to say?”

“Nothing,” Jesse chuckled, surprisingly soft for a moment. “I’m just really loving this night.”

“I think we’re gonna be loving it even more,” you murmured, hand grazing back down his chest and coming to rest at his waist. “But now it’s you who needs to be warned…”

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monacodaydreaming · 2 years

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Don’t Fall In Love With Me | Part Three

The music pounded through your body. You could feel the bass vibrate inside every part of you. This was nothing like you had ever experienced before. You didn’t go to clubs, you didn’t live a lavish lifestyle despite what outsiders might assume because of your job and who you were. However being in this environment was way outside your comfort zone.

By this point in the night you had had three pornstar and you were tipsy. This was something that else that might surprise people, but normally you didn’t consume alcohol beyond maybe one glass of wine or a single gin and tonic and yet. Here you were 5 drinks down and on the verge of becoming a stumbling mess.

You’d spent the whole night pressed firmly against Daniels side. He’d taken you round and introduced you to all those who had joined the night out. Including some of the drivers; Pierre, Charles, who was one of the loveliest boys you had ever met. Lando, Sebastian, who you wanted to adopt you. Max and George. You and Chris had settled into the group nicely. Chris was bonding with them over sport whilst you had spent some time getting to know the girlfriends of some of the drivers.

Charlotte, Charles’ girlfriend was an absolute sweetheart. She had introduced you to all the other girls and had kept a close eye on you any time you were away from either Chris or Daniel. Which wasn’t too often to be honest.

“I think that we should all go and dance!” Charlotte yelled to you all over the loud music. You pulled a face indicating that you were overly keen for the idea. “Oh come on Ellie! Whilst we’re away from the boys let’s go!” The rest of girls chimed in that they were happy to go so you gave in and she grabbed your hand pulling you up from the table. You followed her through the crowd of people. As you were being led down to the dance floor, you caught eyes with Daniel who was stood with Chris and Charles engaged in what looked like a relatively intense discussion about something. He smiled as you raised your eyebrows at you before he disappeared out of view.

You descended the steps down onto the dance floor and danced with Charlotte and the other girls. Suddenly the alcohol in your body sunk in even more and you found your body swaying in time to the music. You hadn’t danced like this in a club since you were probably about 18 or 19. When you hit 20 you got your first big acting role in the Marvel franchise and ever since then work became life and fun like this, didn’t really happen anymore.

You were snapped away from your own thoughts when you felt a pair of hands on your waist from behind you. “I’m convinced you are trying to kill me.” Daniels Australian accent rasped into your ear. You smiled at his words and spun round in his hands so that you were facing him.

“Now why sir, would I want to do that?” You teased playfully.

“I’m gonna need you to not call me sir, whilst looking like that with your body pressed up against me please.”

“Oh I can always-“ you started to back away from him when his grip on you tightened.

“Definitely not what I meant.”

“Thank you for inviting me tonight.”

“Thank you for accepting my offer.”

“As fun as this evening has been, I think I may have reached the limit on my social battery.” Daniel didn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. “I think I’m going to head back to my hotel now.” You carried on, but he still didn’t say anything. “Will you join me?” He looked slightly taken aback by your request. “And I don’t mean for…that.” He let out a small laugh at your words. “I just mean, I’m leaving early tomorrow and whilst I’m done being here, I’m not done getting to kno-“ You were cut off by Daniel pressing a deep but quick kiss to your lips. You instinctively grabbed the back of his head whilst his hands were still on your waist before he pulled away from you.

“Shall we say bye to everyone?” You nodded at him and quickly turned to the girls explaining that you and Daniel were going to head out. They all let out the same irritating and suggestive squeal which you quickly hushed, embarrassed because Daniel was still stood behind you with a hand on your waist. You then headed back to the booth that you had all been acquiring all evening to say goodbye to the boys. Each of them gave you a hug goodbye.

“Is he just taking you home?” Chris questioned when you got round to him.

“No he’s going to stay with me.”

“Remember we fly early tomorrow morning. Don’t have too much fun.” Chris dropped you a wink, you pulled him in for a hug goodbye.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Evans. Get home safe.”

“See you tomorrow Love.”

You departed Chris and walked over to Daniel who grabbed your hand and began to lead you from the club. He had already called his driver who had informed him that he was waiting outside the club for you both. The minute you stepped outside you were greeted by the bright flashes of cameras. Daniel gripped your hand tighter and pulled you closer to him. You brought your hand up to your face to protect your eyes from the bright flashes. They were constant and were causing your vision to go blurry. You couldn’t help but stumble into Daniels side. He wrapped his arm around you and helped you into the car.

When you were both safely inside you heard him speak to you. “Ellie are you okay?” He questioned placing a hand over yours that rested on the seat in between the two of you. Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut in an attempt to ease the pain in your head and the blurriness of your vision. “Ellie?” He questioned you again.

You opened your eyes and slowly turned to him, planting a fake smile on your face. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m okay, the lights just made my eyes go all funny.” He nodded at your response. Although you weren’t entirely sure by the expression on his face whether he believed you or not.

You kicked off your heels the minute you stepped inside and strolled over to your bed where you fell onto you back and let out a long sigh. “I’m getting too old for that.”

“Are you trying to insult me?” You let out an abrupt laugh before promptly sitting up from the bed. You almost forgot about you age difference with Daniel. He was 33 making him nearly 10 years older than you, however the age difference didn’t bother you in the slightest.

“Not at all Grandpa.” You said with a slight devilment.

“It sounds a little like you’re trying to insult me…” He trailed off as he was taking steps closer towards you.

“Now why would I ever want to do that?” You were teasing him, and he was biting. He was moving closer to you still.

“I don’t know..to throw me off guard maybe. To try and gain the upper hand in the relationship.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him as he was now stood directly in front of you as you were sat on the edge of your bed. “Let’s not fool ourselves here, I think we both know I already have the upper hand in this relationship.”

He was leaning down now with a smirk on his face. He’d placed one hand by your side as he came closer to your face. “Oh really?”

“Yes, real-“ You were cut off by his lips attaching to yours. You sunk into his kiss grabbing his tshirt and pulling him closer to you. He began to climb onto the bed as you were scootching back still pulling him down with you. “I didn’t bring you here for this” You interrupted your kiss to speak quickly.

“I know” He mumbled back against your lips, but continued running his hands up your sides sending shivers through your whole body.

“No really.” You said again in between your passionate make-out session. “I don’t do this…ever”

“I believe you.” You continued for a little while longer before you eventually broke away from the kiss. Daniel rolled to the side of you, and lay on the bed facing you. “I don’t see much of you in the press.”

You also rolled to your side so that you were now facing him. “I try to keep to myself, I don’t really enjoy everyone knowing my business.”

“I get that, it can too intrusive.”

“Completely. Sometimes I even think about deleting my instagram.” Daniel raised your eyebrows at that. “But then I think about missing out on stalking all my friends and fans and I get sad.” He let out a little laugh. “Plus, I get endless enjoyment from turning down men in my DM’s” This seemed to amuse Daniel even more.

“Who have you had in your DM’s that I would know?”

“What personally or..?” He gave a little jab to your stomach.

“Wait…” he paused “Do I know anyone who’s been in your DM’s personally?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I don’t think so….although, actually Jenson Button did message me a few years ago.”

Daniels mouth dropped open at your statement and you couldn’t help be laugh. “Are you serious? Button tried to slide in the DM’s!” He was laughing now. “Oh my god, this is amazing.”

You gave him a playful hit on the arm. “It was years ago Daniel, it was like right after I first starred in the Avengers.”

“Is he not like old enough to be your dad?”

“I mean technically…probably yeah, but who cares?” Daniels eyebrows quirked. “He’s cute.”

“You think Buttons cute?”

“God yeah, he’s stunning.”

“Hmm..I’m going to be having words with him about this.”

“Okay would you rather….. fight off 100 toddlers OR…one giant baby?” You questioned him before popping a fry into your mouth. A couple of hours had passed since you’d got back from the club and you had both changed into comfies. You had taken off your makeup and decided that ordering room service was a good idea.

You were lying on the floor of your hotel room answering stupid would you rather questions.

“When you say giant..”he paused pondering over the idea. “How giant are we talking?”

“We’re talking giant like, it’s as tall as the ceiling.” Daniel rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling of the room.

“That’s one big baby.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “I’m gonna have to go 100 toddlers, because realistically. We all know who’s winning that fight.”

“The toddlers right?” He threw a fry at you for that. Your phone buzzed beside you and you picked it up to have a look. “Jesus Daniel its 4:30am.”

“It’s what?”

“It’s 4:30 in the morning.”

“It can’t be.” He took a look at his own phone in disbelief. “Jesus it’s 4:30 in the morning.”

“I have to leave for the airport in three hours.” You dropped your face onto the floor. “Fuck sake.”

“It’s okay, lets go to bed now. I’ll make sure that you’re up in time to leave.” Daniel pushed himself off the floor and picked up the food, putting it on the table before coming back over to you and squatting down. “Come on Ells, you need to get some sleep.”

“Can’t move” you mumbled into the carpet. So he stood up and hovered over your back before leaning down and hoisting you up from the waist. You let out a squeal as you were lifted to your feet and you rested back into him. He started to slowly walk backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed and then he dropped down taking you with him. You rolled off of him and onto the space next to him before getting under the covers.

“Night Ells.” He whispered to you.

“Night Danny.”

“You have to text me when you land.”

“Obviously.”

“And then text me when you actually get home.”

“If you want me to.”

“Please.” You pulled the handle on your suitcase up and turned to look at Daniel who was stood a few feet away.

“I’ve had the most amazing weekend.” You said coyly looking down at your nervous, fiddling fingers.

“Come to Spain next weekend.” Your head shot up at his words.

“What?”

He took a few steps towards you and grabbed a hold of your hands.

“Come back next weekend, we’re racing in Spain.”

“I can’t just come and intrude again.”

“It’s not intruding if I’ve asked you to come.”

You wanted to come back, of course you did, but there were things you needed to see about at home first. “I’m not saying no.” He looked deflated instantly. “But I do need to check some things before I say yes.” He nodded at your words. You leant forward and placed your hands on either side of your face bringing him in for a kiss. “I have to go.” You whispered against his lips. “I’ll text you”

He nodded before kissing you again. “Safe flight love.”

“Bye Danny.”

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lvxybby · 10 months

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His Forever (james patrick march x reader)

I checked into a hotel after my night out drinking with my band mates. "Y/N are you sure you dont want us to drive you home?" My band mate eric asked me. "no...i've gotta check out the studio tomorrow...ill just uber there its closer than wasting my gas" I say walking to the check-in desk. "ok then...see you soon...love ya" eric said walking away. "bye Y/N" my other band mate brandon said following eric. i sigh and begin to talk to the front desk lady. "hi can i have a room for one?" i ask politely "sure that'll be $74 dollars" she replied. she turned around and gave me a key "room 64 sweetheart." she spoke with a smile. "thank you have a great night" i say walking off to my room. i see my room and begin to unlock it but i hear a voice...a very fancy voice from behind me "hello dear, enjoying your stay?" the male voice said as i turned around. i looked him up and down...he looked familiar but i couldn't put my finger on it. maybe the alcohol is messing with me. "oh well...i just got here" i reply nicely. the male was dressed very nice. he had a 1920's style. his pencil mustache and slicked back hair made him look so much more attractive. "oh..i see well im james march, the owner of this fine hotel" he stuck his hand out to me. then it snapped. james march was the owner of hotel cortez...he built the hotel and killed its residents. i shook my head thinking its just alcohol. i shook his hand. "well dear you shall get some rest...you seem a bit tipsy" he said bowing a bit. "o-ok have a good night" i say unlocking my door and heading into my room. i set down my things i came in with such as my guitar and small purse with my essentials in it. i look at the room. its very fancy and nice. its large and has a huge bed. i admire the room. it has rather a very sweet smell to it. like caramel. i go over to the window and open it. i pull out my carton of cigarettes and lighter. i light the cancer stick and begin to fill my lungs with the deadly smoke. tonights show was rough. so many people were there and my stage fright almost got the best of me. there was a fist fight at the bar and my guitar string broke while i was playing. it was so rough. me and brandon got into it cause he said he doesnt like the guitar solos i add to the songs, and he wants me to pay for a new bass for him, which i denied. he should pay for his own things. hes a adult who is capable to pay for his own bass. he makes enough money and im not gonna baby him. i realize i burnt all of my cigarette. i sigh before throwing it out the window. i close it and lay on the bed. i end up dozing off. i wake up to the sun light peeking through the window. i sit up and decide its best to get ready since i have to record in the studio today. i reach for my purse and look around for my phone. once i find it i call the taxi company. but no service. i dial again but no service again. i sigh before going to the studios number and dialing it. no answer. straight to voicemail. i sigh and throw my phone on the bed "fuck what am i gonna do?" i ask myself. i grab my pack of cigarettes and take one out before starting to smoke. i inhale the cancerous smoke into my lungs as i try to relieve my stress. before i knew it i ended up smoking the whole pack. the room was filled with the smoke. i threw the carton at the wall. "its ok i can make the appointment another time." i reassure myself. i think to myself before noticing the bedside phone. i pick it up but it was dead silent. not even the soft hum to let you know it was working. i look at the cord and notice it looks like its been chewed through. i slam the phone down. i sigh before going over to the door. my head is pounding from the night before. and that made me remember "the real james march" i sigh before exiting the room i walk down the long hallways but the familiar voice stops me again. "hello dear are you feeling better?" i snap around and see the same male. "james" stood there. it couldnt be him. he died in the 20's i learned about him in history class. now i knew it wasnt the alcohol.

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spaceoddball1969 · 2 years

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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic Chapter 03

Hi, I’m really excited about this bit and couldn’t wait to write it, so here we go! It’s late and I’m sorry if it’s full of mistakes. Also for the purpose of this we’re going to say that Eddie also is the lead singer of Corroded Coffin.

ALSO! I have a title! It’s corny as fuck but I think it fits well with the concept of this fic. This is officially going to be titled Falling for the Freak! I hope you all like it!

Chapter 3

CHAPTER SUMMARY: In which the reader performs with her band at the Hawkins fall Harvest Festival.

“We’re so not going to be able to pull this together before tomorrow,” James, the lead guitarist of my band said as we fought our way through rehearsal.

We were in Aunt Claudia’s garrage and it was not going well. We couldn’t decide on a setlist - we only were given twelve minutes on stage - we didn’t have the proper set up in the garrage, and we only had one night to rehearse. I couldn’t let my bandmates think that they had come all this way for nothing though.

“Come on guys,” I said, “We have to do this. We’ve already said we would. We’re not backing down. Now come on, let’s stop wasting time that we don’t have. We’re picking a set list and we’re running it at least three times before we call it for tonight,”

“You’ve gone crazy,” Randy said from behind the drums.

“Cut her some slack, dudes,” Isaac, who we all referred to as Dizzy, called out from his place on the couch where he lazily plucked his bass. “I think you’re worrying about it too much. We’ve just gotta put our heads together and figure out what our standards are for cover songs. They don’t need originals, so let’s just pull out our best covers,”

“We need songs that go together,” I said, “Like ones that we can just roll through back to back, no stops. We’ve gotta use the time we’ve got,”

“Ok...” Randy said. “Like what are you thinking?”

I paused. Then it struck me. “I think I’ve got an idea that will ensure that we’ll melt some faces,”

“Let’s hear it,” James said.

---

I stood backstage with my bandmates waiting to go on for our soundcheck. We were told to arrive an hour before our performance time so that we could set our equipment up. I had spent at least three hours before that figuring out what I would be wearing. I had decided to go with a tight pair of high waisted black pants and a cropped corset style tank top. For shoes I decided to push my luck and go with a pair of cherry red stilettos. My hair was teased to the roof and my face was covered with so much make up and glitter that I hardly recognized myself. The outfit helped me become a performer though. I had always dressed to the nines for shows. It was the only way I could pretend it wasn’t really me on the stage.

“Ok, y’all can come get set up!” a burly man called from the stage. He was handling a bunch of wires and connecting them to a variety of different outlets. I decided to let him do his thing while we got set up.

“Dude this could be wild,” Dizzy said, looking out at the space for the audience.

The fall Harvest festival took place outside. The stage was a shamble of metal rods that they had screwed together and put a floor on. It looked fine, but standing on it and thinking about how easily it could blow over was a bit frightening. I took a breath and focused on the task at hand. We had an hour to share with Corroded Coffin as our time for soundcheck. We were going on first, so we got to soundcheck first. The members of Corroded Coffin hadn’t shown up yet, but I was eagerly anticipating their arrival. I wanted to get a good look at my competition. Even though we weren’t really in it to win this thing, our set had really come together by the end of the previous night. It had been a while since we had played together and it felt like putting the pieces of a puzzle together. I was ready to show off our sound to our rivals.

“It’s gonna be great,” I said with a grin. “Just play a bit louder, we’re outside, nowhere for the sound to bounce off of,”

“Sounds like a plan Stan,” Dizzy nodded.

We spent twenty minutes riffing around and testing out the equipment. We decided to save our real energy for the show. By the time we were stepping backstage, Corroded Coffin was arriving.

I noticed a familiar face in the crowd of rough looking young men. He looked a bit different with his hair frizzed up and decked out in performance clothes, but it was definitely Eddie Munson setting down his guitar case backstage.

“We’re done,” I announced. “If you guys want to head out there, the stage is yours,”

“Oh I know,” Eddie said, opening his case and pulling out his guitar.

“What do you mean?” I asked. He still hadn’t looked up at me.

“The stage is ours,” he replied, finally turning to me. “It is and always will be,”

“Wow,” I said, rolling my eyes, “somebody’s a bit over confident,”

“Nah, I’m just correct,” Eddie said and then paused. “Who are you and why do you look familiar?”

“I’m your competition tonight,” I said, “And we met the other day. Family video?”

“The Shining?” Eddie asked.

“Duh,” I said.

“Wait, no, Henderson said he got his cousin to compete,” Eddie said, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” I said, “He got his cousin to compete,” I added pointing to myself.

“No shit you’re related to Henderson?” Eddie said. “Good lord, didn’t see that one coming,”

“Come on Munson we gotta do soundcheck!” One of his bandmates called from the stage.

“Well,” I said, “you better go. Can’t wait to wipe the floor with you all later,”

“As if,” Eddie chuckled and then walked on stage.

---

By the time Corroded Coffin was finished with their soundcheck, my blood was boiling. I was seething inside. Who was this man child to tell me that his band owned the stage? We were going to destroy that crowd tonight. I felt it in my bones.

When the emcee called us out for our performance, my body felt like it was on fire. I strutted out to the microphone as the crowd cheered. With a withering look backstage where I could see Eddie watching, I signaled to Randy that I was ready to go and he rolled us in with the drums.

We started with “Wild One” by Suzi Quatro. I screamed the lyrics out with a vengence. I banged my head to the beat so hard that I knew my neck would pay for it the next morning. I didn’t care though. I had to show Munson that he was playing with fire.

When our first song ended we shredded right into the next one. I heard the chords of “Blackmail” by The Runaways split the air and released a yell that I thought Joan Jett would be proud of. By this time, the crowd was eating it up. They were going crazy for us. I traded incredulous looks with Dizzy, Randy, and James as we plowed our way through the music.

The third tune in our setlist was “Barracuda” by Heart. This one really gave Dizzy and James a chance to show off. My feet were hardly on the ground anymore. I was high off the performance. This was good as we headed towards our last song because I usually was not as bold as I wanted to be when we performed it. We took a second between “Barracuda” and our last song to thank the audience for their cheers. Then we were off to the races. We had been working on a cover of Blondie’s “Heart of Glass” for ages and finally figured it out during our one rehearsal. It finally came together just the way we wanted it to and with my inhibitions gone, we ripped through it like we had something to prove.

As I screamed out the last few notes, I felt myself come back to Earth. There was a brief moment between when we stopped playing and when the audience began cheering where I felt like something had broken. Maybe we weren’t doing as well as I thought we were. But then somebody started yelling and then the entire crowd was screaming and clapping for us.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and bowed. Each of my bandmates waved to the crowd and then we headed off stage. I made sure to drink in the shocked expression on Eddie Munson’s face as we made our way backstage. I even stopped and to pat him on the shoulder before saying, “Top that, Munson,”

He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes and gripped his guitar tighter. There would be a ten minute break before Corroded Coffin went on. I held myself together until we passed by our opponents and then began screaming out of excitement with my bandmates.

“THAT WAS FUCKING WILD!” Randy yelled.

“YOU KILLED IT!” Dizzy shouted in my face.

“NO YOU DID!” I yelled back.

“I can’t believe we pulled that off,” James said, shaking his head with a ridiculous smile on his face.

We all held on to each other and continued yelling in our excitement. Then I heard the emcee announce Corroded Coffin. We all froze and then shuffled over to the side of the stage so we could watch our competion.

I knew we were fucked when I heard the popcorn-like drum intro of “Hot for Teacher”.

“Oh we’re fucked,” Dizzy said.

“Yeah,” I said, watching as the drummer of Corroded Coffin fought his way through that brutal intro. Then I heard the guitar viciously rip out of the amps on stage. My attention turned to Eddie Munson, wildy playing guitar in the center of the stage. He looked up just quick enough to catch my eyes and gave me a wink. I felt a lump form in my throat. We were completely fucked.

Corroded Coffin was a capital G Good band. Their rhythms were tight. They all clearly were skilled on their individual instruments. Munson’s singing even was impressive. I knew by the time they finished their final tune, an original by the sound of it, that we had lost the competition.

About ten minutes after Corroded Coffin got off stage, we were all called back so the audience could vote for the winner with their cheers. We received a series of loud cheers but it was nothing compared to the absolute shrieks that our opponents got. I wasn’t surprised at all when the emcee announced that Corroded Coffin was the official winner of the Harvest Festival’s battle of the bands. This meant they got the honor of performing an encore.

As we began walking off stage, Eddie grabbed me by the arm. He pulled me close so he could speak directly into my ear. “Play the encore with us!” he shouted over the noise of the crowd.

I pulled away from him to look at his face to judge if he was kidding or being serious.

“I mean it!” he said, a wicked grin on his face. “You killed it. You deserve to be out here just as much as we do,”

“What’s your encore?” I asked.

“Rock and Roll,” Munson replied, “The Zepplin tune!”

“I know what it is idiot!” I said, “I don’t know the words well enough though,”

“What’s your encore then?” he asked.

“Dream On by Aerosmith!” I shouted.

“I know it!” he said, “Can’t hit those high notes though,”

“Well leave them to me then!” I said.

Eddie looked at me for a moment. Our bandmates were all crowded around us, watching the interaction. It was determined there wasn’t enough equipment to house two bands at once, but there was enough for at least another microphone.

“I can’t go on without you guys,” I said as my bandmates walked towards backstage.

“Yes you can,” Randy said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Go show them what a front woman looks like,” Dizzy said, nodding in agreement.

“You’re the one who put this all together anyway,” James said, “Go get your glory,”

“Give them Hell,” Dizzy grinned and shoved me towards the center of the stage.

With one last look at my bandmates, I made my decision. I walked out to meet Eddie at our microphones which now stood next to each other. He had his guitar strapped on his shoulder, the neck waiting in his hand.

“Are we doing this?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “We’re doing this,”

“Let’s go,” he grinned at me. He turned to the audience and waved. “We’d like to welcome a special guest for this last song!” he announced and the crowd cheered.

The performance was a blur. Eddie was a great front man. His enthusiasm infected me until I was headbanging along with him and screaming out those last few “Dream on’s,” The crowd went bananas when we finished the song. I was breathless and giddy as Eddie ushered me with the rest of Corroded Coffin off the stage.

I immediately met up with my bandmates and screamed and jumped with them until we all could barely breathe. When I had finished celebrating with them, I turned around to see Eddie Munson standing there watching me.

He smiled and chuckled under his breath. “Way to melt some faces, sweetheart,”

I returned his smile and pushed my hair out of my face. “Don’t call me sweetheart,” I said. “And thanks,” I added.

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Don’t Leave Me Now

xvii

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, one slap, some smut including groping and fingering

January, 1968

~m.r~

We were to go back to the studio today. From what I understood, we would be working on some older tracks today and tomorrow. My voice was to be overdubbed. Billy dropped me and Ronnie off at EMI Studios. She was coming in to take some pictures.

The two of us got out of the car. I walked round to Billy's side. He rolled the window down and I poked my head through. "I'm at the office today if you need to call me" He told me.

I smiled and touched his face. "Yes, I know. Have fun at that meeting today" I leaned in and kissed him.

"See you when I get home?" He asked hopefully.

"Depends on how late I need to stay, but I'll try to be home before midnight, okay?" I told him.

"Alright" I pulled my head out of the car. I waved as Billy drove away. I walked with Ronnie into the building.

There was lady at the desk. I walked up to her. "Excuse me, miss?" She looked up at me with a smile. "Can you tell me which room Pink Floyd is in?"

"I'm sorry, miss, but there's a no girlfriend or wives allowed policy" The lady said as politely as she could.

"No, I'm Maggie Fox, the lead singer" I reached for Ronnie and pulled her beside me. "And my sister, Ronnie, is the band's official photographer"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Miss Fox" The lady apologized. She pointed to the direction. "Studio Three"

"Thank you" I said.

"Y'know, The Beatles record in this studio" Ronnie mentioned as we walked down the hall.

"Yes, I know that, Ronnie"

"Do you think we'll run into them?" She had such a fascination with The Beatles.

"I don't know" The two of us walked into the studio. David, Nick, and Rick were there, but I didn't see Roger or Syd yet. "Hey guys"

"Maggie!" They all greeted me.

"Wow, guys no love for me" Ronnie put her hand on her chest, pretending to sound hurt. "I'm so hurt you guys!"

Nick laughed at her. "Yes, it's good to see you too, Ronnie"

"Thank you, Nick" She smiled at him. "Alright, I gotta go put film in my camera so I'm gonna be over there" She pointed to a corner and made her way towards it.

I walked over to the boys who were all sitting together. "Where's Roger? He's usually the first one here" That was something I learned quickly over the few times I've been in the studio with them.

As if on cue, Roger walked through the doors. He locked eyes with me and he smiled. "Sunshine!"

"Hi, Rog" I greeted him. He came up beside me, draping his arm over my shoulder, and kissed my temple. Nick and Rick seemed to pay no attention to the fact that he did that, but David definitely did, and he eyed the two of us. "Where's Syd?"

Roger frowned. "He...didn't want to come today" It sounded like there was more to that, but now wasn't the time to ask. "But it's okay because we're just overdubbing with your vocals today"

"Okay" I nodded. The boys all went to do their own thing, and I was going to go over to my sister, when I was suddenly being pulled away. I giggled. "Roger, what are you doing?"

"You know the rules" He told me. "You have to stay with me"

"I wasn't aware that was a rule" I said.

"Well it is now" I sat on the couch while Roger grabbed his bass. "You remember the words for Set The Controls for Heart of The Sun, yeah?"

"I do" I nodded. I had only performed it with them a handful of times but I had become quite familiar with it. "It's a very beautiful song"

Roger smiled proudly, considering he was the one who wrote it. "I borrowed the lyrics from a book of Chinese poetry" I tilted my head and watched as he tuned his bass. My attention was on his fingers especially.

"How was your holiday with Judy?" I asked him.

"I actually had a very good time with her" He answered. "Though I won't lie and say I wasn't tempted to call you every night" He looked to me. "I sat by the phone every night, and I stared at it and I thought about calling you. I came close to it one night when I actually picked up the phone"

"But you didn't" I pointed out.

He smiled. "Well, I promised you I wouldn't. How's everything between you and Billy?"

"We haven't had an argument in two weeks" I said. "It was nice actually. We had a couple of good date nights. The only thing, was that he dragged me to his parents' New Years Party"

"Why did you go if they don't like you?" Roger asked.

"They may hate me, but at least I have the decency to put in an effort to try having a relationship with them. More than anything, I do it for Billy" His parents may have been complete cunts, but he still loved them in a way. Obviously, I could understand that. But still, it wouldn't kill him to stand up to them.

"Did they try parading around another woman?"

"Oh yes. Though, this one had the nerve to call them out once she realized Billy was married"

"How your own in-laws can't see how amazing of a woman you are is beyond me" Roger set his bass down and sat beside me. "I think my mum would like you" He leaned in close to my ear as he played with my hair. "I missed you so much when I was gone, darling"

I turned my head towards him. "Roger" My eyes met his. Those beautiful green eyes that made me melt.

He cupped my face. "You're beautiful" His thumb ran along my bottom lip. I knew what he wanted to do at this moment. He tried to kiss me. And as much as I wanted him to, I couldn't let him. At least not here. I pulled away. He sighed and his head fell against my shoulder. "Why?"

"We're in the studio right now" I reminded him. "With the chaps and my sister"

"Fine" He whined like a small child. "But when we're done today, I get you all to myself"

...

I was standing inside the booth. A pair of headphones sat atop my head. I was currently in the process of recording my vocals for Set the Controls for The Heart of The Sun. I saw the boys sitting and watching through the window. Ronnie was sitting in between Nick and David, holding her camera. There was also Norman Smith who was the producer.

"You ready then, Maggie?" I heard Norman ask me.

"I'm ready" I affirmed. Norman gave me a nod. He pressed a switch. The instrumental began to play. I placed both of my hands upon the headphones. My lips pressed against the microphone and I began to sing.

Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotuses lean on each other in yearning Under the eaves the swallow is resting

I was slightly cringing to myself. I never thought my voice was great. How Roger heard me singing and thought I would be perfect as lead vocals was beyond myself. The boys didn't think I was so bad though. They were watching me in awe. Roger especially looked like he was caught in a trance. My eyes caught his and I flashed him a smile.

Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

~r.w~

When Maggie sang, it was hard not to fall under a spell. Her voice was so soft and seductive. I couldn't help but notice that she would make a displeased here and there. Did she not like the way she sang? Why? She had the best voice of anyone I ever heard. I think she's gonna go down in history as one of the greatest vocalists of all time.

"Her voice is lovely" David said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Now you know why I picked her" I said. I didn't look at David when I talked to him. I wouldn't dare take my eyes off Maggie. She wasn't wearing any makeup today, I noticed. Not that she needed to. Her beauty was all natural.

"And it's not just her voice" I heard David continue on. "I mean, just look at her"

"David, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you have a crush on my sister" Ronnie teased. David blushed, while Rick and Nick laughed, finding it amusing. I, however, didn't find it as such. I found myself agitated at the idea.

"Don't get any ideas, David" I warned in a raised tone. Everyone gave me a look. I quickly realized how that sounded. "Y'know, because she's married"

"Wow, we thought you forgot that" Nick said.

I looked at him. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"You very openly flirt with her" Nick started to list. "You follow her around like a lost little puppy, you're always staring at her, always bringing her up in conversation—"

"Alright! I get it"

Maggie was finished with the song and she was staring at us, waiting to hear our thoughts. "That was great, Maggie" Norman told her. He turned to look at us. "Boys?" We all gave a nod and a thumbs up to her. "How do you feel about it?"

Maggie chewed on her lip in thought. "Can we do another run through please?"

That's when I cut in to speak to her. "There's no need to. That was perfect, sunshine"

"I sounded like shit, Roger" She complained.

"No, you didn't" I argued. "You don't need to do another take. You were perfect"

"Roger, I'm doing another bloody take!" She snapped. Fuck, why did that sound so hot?

"Fine, we'll run through it again" I agreed with her. "Whenever you're ready then, sunshine"

...

Lunch time came around. We all made our way to the canteen to eat. I saw Maggie and Ronnie sitting across from each other. Maggie had laughed at something that Ronnie said. She turned her head and saw me then, then she waved me over.

I went over to them and sat beside Maggie. "You were great this morning, sunshine" I told her. "I don't see why you felt like you needed to do six run throughs"

Maggie shrugged. "I'm not gonna lie and tell you I like the way my voice sounds, because honestly, I don't"

"How can you say that?" I questioned her.

"You don't find it a little too...rough?"

"Your voice is lovely, darling" The others came to join us. David sat on the other side of Maggie, while Nick and Rick sat on either side of Ronnie. "Can you believe that Maggie does not like the sound of her singing voice?"

"Is that why you had us listen to six run throughs?" Rick asked her.

"Are you sure I didn't make your guys' ears bleed?" She asked. You could see just how self-conscious she was about her voice. I suppose that was something else we shared in common.

"I think you have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard, love" David told her.

Maggie looked at him, and blushed. "You mean that?"

He smiled at her. "I do" I didn't miss that way that he touched her arm. My eye twitched in irritation.

"Maggie!" Norman called out for her. "You have a call from Billy waiting!"

"If you'll excuse me" Maggie said to all of us. She left to go take that call from her husband. Ugh, there was the sour taste in my mouth again. It only seemed to come whenever Billy was mentioned or he was nearby.

"Are you and Sandy still staying with Maggie and Billy?" I heard Nick converse with Ronnie. Though, I wasn't paying attention. What was Billy calling Maggie for? He knew she was busy. He shouldn't be distracting her.

"We are, but we've been looking at some places" Ronnie explained. "Honestly, while Maggie loves having us with her, I think Billy is getting a little sick and tired of us"

"Do they argue a lot?" David asked.

"It's becoming a common occurrence" Ronnie admitted. "Billy's the one who always starts it. He always makes it up to her, though. He'll bring her flowers, buy her clothes and jewelry, and take her out on dates"

"You seem troubled by something" Rick observed.

Ronnie sighed, running her hands through her hair. "Look, what I'm about to tell you, please don't repeat it to Maggie"

"We promise" Nick said.

"Their marriage isn't what it used to be. Sure, they still love each other, but the effort isn't there. Maggie tries to put in the effort, but nowadays, the only time there are romantic gestures and dates is when Billy does something wrong"

Is that why Maggie was so quick to jump into this situation with me? Was she not getting the attention she deserved from her husband? If that was the case, was I bothered by it? No, not really. I was happy to give her the attention that she craved.

"What about their sex life?" I blurted without really thinking.

Ronnie's eyebrows raised. "Why do you wanna know so much, Rog?"

I shrugged. "You laid it out on the table"

"Well, I couldn't tell you if I wanted to. Maggie doesn't talk about it, but why should she. It's none of my business how often those two fuck each other" Maggie came back just as Ronnie finished her sentence. The conversation was dropped quickly. "What did Billy want, pup?" Ronnie asked her.

"Just wanted to know how everything was going and when I'd be home" She said. "He had this meeting today and apparently..."

I drowned out the talk about what Billy does for work. I couldn't care about him. I was just watching Maggie talk. Watched as her luscious lips moved. I could just lean over and kiss her right now.

~m.r~

The afternoon was spent with Rick overdubbing the organ. For once today, I wasn't glued to Roger's side. He was too busy with Rick, giving him instructions here and there. Nick and Ronnie were stuck in conversation while she would snap an occasional photo. I just sat on a couch, observing everything.

I felt a presence sit beside me. "Mind if I join you?" David asked me.

I smiled and shook my head. "You're already sitting with me"

David laughed. "I suppose I am. So, Roger dragged you into this, huh?"

"He did" I nodded. "But, I haven't regretted it yet. I've never really had much of an interest in music, to be honest"

"Yet, here you are"

"Only as a vocalist. I don't know how to play any instruments really"

"You do have a beautiful voice, y'know. Don't ever doubt it" David tilted his head and smiled at me. "Goes well with your pretty face"

I blushed and looked down, playing with the hem of my dress. "Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Not currently" He answered.

"Well I'm sure that you'll have no trouble finding one" I noticed the way his eyes looked me up and down. "What?"

"There's just something about you, Maggie Robinson. If you weren't married, I think I'd make you my girlfriend"

I smiled and playfully hit him on the arm. "How about we settle for friends?"

"I'll make that sacrifice" He winked, which in turn made me laugh. Roger must have heard me because he looked our way. From here, I could see his eyes shift between us and then he frowned.

David and I continued to talk. Roger eventually finished up with Rick, and then he came over to us. "What are you two talking about?" He asked. He put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed the bare skin on the spot between my shoulder and neck with his thumb.

I looked up at Roger. His eyes weren't on me, but rather on David. "We're just getting to know each other" David kept his eyes and smile on me. "I think I'd even call us friends now"

Roger smiled, but only slightly. "That's great" He mustered. "Really good to see you two getting along" His hand released my shoulder. "Suppose I'll just leave you both to it, then" He said with slight irritation before going back over to Rick.

"What's with him?" David asked.

I shrugged. "I have no clue" Well, actually, if I could take a wild guess, I would say that Roger is a bit jealous.

...

We had stayed pretty late at the studio. We were all getting ready to go home. I was waiting for Ronnie to pack up her camera and everything. Roger came up beside me. "You wanna go for a late night drive, sunshine?" He asked me.

"I have to be getting home. Billy is expecting me" I said.

"Tell him that you had to stay late" Roger said. He wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me against him.

I thought it over. "Fine, but only for an hour, okay?"

He pushed my hair out of the way and softly kissed the back of my neck. "How about two?" His hand moved up and he groped my breast through my dress. "Fuck, no bra?" He rasped against me. "I knew it, you naughty minx"

"Roger, not here" The boys were still somewhere in the studio and Ronnie was only a foot away with her back turned to us.

She had turned around and Roger let me go before she could see us in that position. "You ready then, Maggie?" Ronnie asked, oblivious to me and Roger.

"Actually, I'm staying with Roger for a bit" I explained to her.

She raised her eyebrows and looked between us. "Oh?"

"I have some important things I need to discuss with Maggie" Roger covered.

"Alright. I suppose I can ask Nick for a ride then" Ronnie said like it was no big deal. "See you when you get home then?"

"Yep" I said. She hugged me before heading off to find Nick. Once she was out of sight, Roger grabbed my hand. Before I knew it, he was whisking me away.

...

I don't know where Roger was taking us, but I trusted him completely. His face was illuminated by the moonlight that would peek through the trees we would pass by. God, he was beautiful. He noticed me staring at him through his peripheral vision. He smirked. "You're staring at me, darling"

I smiled. "It's hard not to. Anyways, where are we going?""Somewhere no one will disturb us" He answered.

"Won't Judy be wondering where you are?"

Roger shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time I'm coming home late" He reached over and caressed my my face. "Don't worry, darling. She expects it from me now" He retracted his hand and put it back on the steering wheel. We continued to drive in silence.

He drove us a little past the city limits until we came to what looked like some sort of park area. Roger parked the car and then he got out. He walked round to my side, opened my door and offered me his hand. I took it and he helped me out of the car. We both leaned against the hood. It was nice and quiet here. No other people were around which gave us the privacy we craved. "It's nice out here" I said.

Roger smiled. "I knew there wouldn't be anyone out here. I come out here to think sometimes"

"Where was Syd today?"

His smile fell to a frown. "He's getting worse and worse, Maggie. And then he adds acid into the mix—"

My eyes widened. "Did you just say acid?"

"He was freaking the fuck out when I saw him today. I couldn't even talk to him. He was acting all paranoid, spewing nonsense. I... I couldn't even look at him" I know he felt bad about it because there was nothing he could do to help him.

"Roger" I moved to stand in front of him. "I'm sorry you had to see him like that, and I know that you do everything in your power to try and help him, but sometimes, people just can't be helped. No matter how hard you try" I knew that Roger made many attempts to try and get Syd help, but Syd was stubborn not to go through.

"I'm losing him, Maggie" His voice broke. I saw tears streaking his face. I reached up to wipe them away. "I've already lost my dad" Roger seemed so vulnerable at this moment. Why did I get the feeling that nobody but me has seen this side of him? "And now I'm losing my best friend" His arms wrapped around me. He held onto me like he was afraid to let go. He tilted his head down to bury his face into my shoulder. "What if I lose the band one day?" He gripped my dress, crinkling the fabric in his palms. "What if I lose you?" He said that last part so quietly.

"You won't lose the band, Roger" I assured him. "And you won't lose me. You'll have me as your friend forever"

Roger put his forehead to mine. "You promise?"

"I promise"

He licked his lips and started lifting up my dress. I felt the cool air hit my thighs as my bare skin exposed. The coolness, along with the warmth that emitted from his hands as he groped my thighs sent a rush through me. "I wanna make you cum" He brushed his lips against mine. "Wanna fuck you with my fingers" He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my panties and he pulled them down until they came to my knees. He grabbed my waist, turning me around and pressing himself against my back. He lifted up my dress again and I spread my legs. "Tell me, darling" His was voice was low and raspy. "Do you want to cum on my fingers?"

"Yes, Roger" I whined, leaning my head back against his shoulder. He took that as an opportunity to start kissing me. His fingers brushed through my patch of hair. He was just about to touch me, but I stopped him. "Wait, roll up your sleeves"

He didn't question my request. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing forearms to me. I smirked as I ran my palms along his arms, feeling every muscle and vein. I wanted to watch his arms as he worked my cunt. "Okay, you may continue" I told him.

He put his hands back in place. One on my pussy, and the other holding up my dress. He flicked at my clit which sent a jolt of pleasure through me. My head tilted back as I let out my moan. Roger started rubbing at my clit.

"You're so fucking wet, baby" He spoke in my ear. "I bet I could just slip my cock in right now. But I'm not going to fuck you just yet, darling. The first time we fuck, I want it to be in a bed"

After giving my clit attention for a few minutes, he began prodding at my entrance with his finger. "I'm gonna put my finger in, okay?" He warned me. I nodded, urging him to continue. Slowly, he pushed his finger inside me. Oh fuck, it felt so good. "Shit, you're tight" He praised. He started pumping me full of pleasure. I looked down so I could watch his arm and his hand. The way his veins protruded so proudly was such a turn on for me. Before I knew it, Roger was pushing in another finger, which only added to my pleasure.

"Yes! That feels so good!" He really knew what he was doing. Must be because he's a bass player. His fingers curled inside me, hitting just the right spot, which made my eyes roll back. "Oh, fuck!" My voice cracked.

"Cum on my fingers" He began coaxing. "I want to feel you squeezing my fingers. I want to feel you coating them with your cum" His placed his lips upon my neck. I let out moan after moan, each one getting louder than the last. "Cum"

It was as if it were on command. I was reaching to grab his hair and screaming Roger's name to the skies above. My pussy was gripping onto his fingers like a vice. He continued to work me through my orgasm. Once I settled from my euphoric high, he pulled his fingers out of me. I pulled my panties back up and fixed my dress. I turned around, to see Roger bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He looked me straight in the eye as his lips wrapped around his fingers and he sucked them clean. "You taste so divine, darling"

He grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me into a hot kiss. My wetness along with the lingering taste of cigarettes on his lips was a heavenly taste. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, sharing more of my taste with me. We pulled away, still connected by a thread of our combined saliva. Roger put his hand on my cheek. "Do I have to take you home?"

I smiled sadly. "I have a husband who's waiting for me. And you have to get home to Judy"

"Right" He said. "But, let's stay for just a few more minutes, yeah?" He reached for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. "I'm not ready to let you go just yet"

...

It was nearly three in the morning when Roger took me home. We had only meant to stay out for a few more minutes but that turned into a few more hours. It was so easy to lose track of time with him. I could just talk with him for hours and hours. He walked me into the building and up to my flat "Alright. This is me" I said solemnly. I wasn't ready for him to leave me yet. But, we both had someone waiting for us. Before I knew it, he had me pressed up against the door, kissing me passionately. This felt so good. I didn't want him to stop. But it wasn't the right time or place. "Roger" I managed to get him to stop. "We shouldn't be doing this out here" I whispered so I could make sure that no one could hear us.

"It's okay, sunshine" Roger said. "No one is gonna see us" He started kissing me again. We stayed like this for a few more minutes, until we finally both came to our senses and realized we had to part ways. "Okay, you really do need to go now"

"As long as I get to see you again" He said.

I giggled. "Roger, we're in the studio again today. So that means, you need to head home and get some sleep, okay?"

He gave me a smile. "I'll pick you up around ten, okay?" He started making his way to the hallway's exit. But he stopped. "Wait, Maggie" He called out. I looked over at him. He looked at me, like he really needed to tell me something. His mouth opened, but no words came out. "I..." He paused. He tried again but he couldn't say what he wanted to. Instead, he sighed. "Never mind. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay" I nodded. Roger disappeared out of my sight and I opened the door, stepping into my flat. It was dark with the only light coming from the moon shining in throwing the open window. Ronnie and Sandy were both fast asleep in their corner.

I made my way to the bedroom, careful not to wake either of them up. I opened the door to find Billy still wide awake, sitting on the mattress, leaning against the wall. "Where the hell were you?" He asked, meeting my eyes.

"I was at the studio" I answered.

"Till bloody two o'clock in the morning?" He was not happy with me. "You said you would be home before midnight!"

I rolled my eyes. "I said I would try to be home before midnight"

He got up and walked over to me. I didn't look him in the eye as he continued to yell at me. "I don't get how a bloody album could be so much more important than me! I am sacrificing my schedule here so I can spend more time with you, like you wanted"

"This album is important to me, okay!" I snapped back. "This is my first one with the boys. When people buy it, they will be hearing my voice. Excuse me if I want to put a little effort into it"

"Was anyone else with you?" He demanded to know. Of course, he was going there. I scoffed. "Just answer me, Maggie!"

"If you must know, Roger—"

Billy cut me off when he started laughing. "Of course! Of course it was Roger!"

"What is your problem with Roger?"

"My problem is that he wants to fuck my wife!" Billy looked me straight in the eyes, his own filled with hate and distrust. "You want to fuck him too, don't you?"

"No" I said.

"Lying bitch!" He struck me across the face. He had done it with such great force that he managed to knock me to the floor. I could only look at him, feeling stunned. Unlike the first time he slapped me, he didn't have a look of guilt. He wasn't showing any emotion whatsoever. Just a cold stare. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight"

I managed to pull myself up off the floor. I was shaking a bit as I made my way out of the bedroom. I wasn't going fast enough for Billy's liking so he ended up pushing me out of the bedroom, and I smacked against the wall. He slammed the door closed. I went into the living room. Ronnie and Sandy woke up and they stared at me.

"Is everything okay?" Ronnie asked first.

"We heard shouting and then this loud snapping noise" Sandy added.

"Y-yeah. Billy and I just decided that I'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight" I said.

Sandy got up. "Let's get you a pillow and a blanket then" She went to go grab them, then came back to hand them over to me. "Here you go. Wait, what happened?" Great, she noticed my cheek. She gently grabbed my jaw and turned my face so she could get a better look. "Your cheek is all red"

Ronnie got up and came over to look. "It looks like a handprint" She froze when she realized. "Did Billy hit you?" I didn't answer. "He's never laid a hand on you before"

"It was my fault, okay?" I said. "I should've come home earlier. I shouldn't have argued with him"

"If he hit you, that's his fault. Not yours" Ronnie sternly told me. "Please, we're already going through this with mum. I don't need to see my sister going through this as well"

I forced a smile, wincing a bit because of the burning on my cheek. I wouldn't end up like mum though. She was in an abusive marriage. I wasn't. Steve clearly doesn't love her, but Billy loves me. This wasn't going to happen again. He probably just had a bad day at work, and he was looking forward to seeing me.

I wished Roger was with me right now. I wanted him to hold me and tell me things would be alright. I found a really good friend in him. I felt safe when I was with him. I felt like I could depend on him. I felt like I was complete when I was with him. God, all those things made it sound like I was in love with him. But I wasn't. At least, I don't think I was.

The phone began to ring. We all gave each other confused looks. Who could be calling this late. Ronnie went over to the phone and answered it. "Hello?" She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked to me. "Maggie, it's Roger"

I rushed over the take the phone from my sister. I put it up to my ear. "Roger! I'm glad you called"

~r.w~

Maggie was still heavily on my mind when I made it home. I didn't want to leave her. I just wanted to stay with her. Perhaps forever. At this point, it wasn't even just a physical attraction to her anymore. I felt something deep and emotional whenever I'm with her. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Judy, still wide awake sitting on the couch. She saw me and looked rather cross.

"Where were you, Roger?" She asked me.

"At the studio" I told her.

"This late?" Judy questioned. She got up from the couch and walked over to me. "I understand that this album is important to you, but I'm your girlfriend" She grabbed my arm. "Aren't I important to you?"

"Of course you are, Jude"

"Then you have to start proving it to me" She put her head against my chest. "Spend more time with me"

I rolled my eyes. "Didn't we just go on vacation?"

She scoffed, pulling her head back. "You know what I mean, Roger"

"Fine, fine. You're right" I was only agreeing with her so we wouldn't get into it tonight. I thought I spent plenty of time with her already. I mean, we did live together. "I'll make more time for you"

She smiled. "You promise?"

I returned the smile. "I promise" She leaned in to give me a kiss, but I pulled myself away. "I'm too tired, alright?"

"Oh" She sounded disappointed. "You coming to bed then?"

"I'll be there shortly" Judy made her way into the bedroom. I went to the kitchen, grabbing a cigarette on the way. I lit it and leaned against the counter. I closed my eyes and I fell into my thoughts.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. Her name echoed in my mind. Her image projected into my consciousness. It felt so right being with her. She's the only one who really understands me. And truly, I'm the only one who could really get her. Our lives had been so similar. Was it such a coincidence I walked into the club one day and saw her singing? Or was it fate?

Fuck, I think I may be in love with her. It definitely wasn't just a physical attraction for me anymore. There was emotional attraction to it as well. She probably doesn't even see me the same way. She just sees me as a fling. Someone to take care her needs while she's away from her husband. We'll probably fuck once and then she'll call it quits. That's part of the reason I didn't want to rush into sex with her. I don't want her to leave me yet.

I sighed, taking a long drag of my cigarette while my hand ran through my hair. I looked at the phone on the wall. I was tempted to call her. I wanted to just talk with her all night if I could. Before I knew it, I was picking up the phone and dialing her number.

Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea. It's really late, she's probably asleep, and... "Hello?" I recognized Ronnie's voice.

"Hi, Ronnie. I know it's late and I just saw her but is Maggie there?"

For a moment, I was sure Ronnie had hung up the phone as I didn't get an answer. But a new voice came onto the phone. "Roger!" Maggie. "I'm glad you called!"

"I know I just dropped you off, but I—" I started to explain myself but she stopped me.

"No, no. It's alright. I need your friendly voice right now"

I frowned. Did something happen to my beautiful sunshine? "What happened? You know you can tell me"

I know you can't hear a smile, but I could hear hers. "I know, sweetheart" I loved when she called me that. I listened to her as she told me about how her and Billy got into another argument. Then when she got that off her chest, we chatted about other things.

We ended up talking on the phone all night. Neither one of us wanted to hang up. I did end up falling asleep with the phone still in hand. I think she ended up falling asleep too because I could hear her soft snores. I didn't know how I was going to explain to Judy how I hadn't come to bed last night because I talked on the phone instead. But I didn't really care. Talking to Maggie was and always will be worth it.

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #maggie robinson #dlmn #my oc

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"Waves In The Sand" furry m/m Part 2 of 5

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The show was sick. Car Seat Headrests opened the night on the main stage – I couldn’t believe I was performing at the gig as them – followed by Against Me! and Lemon Demon. We came after Glass Beach, practically locals, and the night was wrapped up by Teamonade and half a dozen others. Playing along huge names like that really drove it home: we’d fuckin’ made it. I pounded my hands raw on my drumset, and sweat streamed down my face as the crowd roared over the sound of distant waves late into that hot early summer night.

But no lie, the whole set I was hoping to look across the audience of half-naked queers and see a chunky seal watching me from the front of the open pit. I never did.

Whatever, we crushed it. Guys, girls, and everything in between were practically throwing themselves at Shredder, black make-up ringing his eyes like he was a racoon, spiked bracelets glinting in the stage lights, and shirtless from the start of the show. He was always the first to strip for the fans. Taylor was usually not long after, taking the first chance he could set down his bass and ditch his tight-fitting tee. Taylor had ditched his boobs years ago and took every opportunity to show off his chiseled pecs and the bad-ass surgery scars that underscored them. Then he turn around and flex his sleek eagle wings, to raucous and often lewd cheers. Paulo, our pianist and best dressed bandmate, sometimes kept his shirt on, but clearly he was performing for someone in the audience because his slick salamander skin was bare and gleaming under the stage lights long before the final song.

As the only band member without visible abs, I usually kept my shirt on at shows, self-concious of my belly that looked even chubbier when I was sitting down at the drums. But I usually wasn’t left out at the end of the night when everyone was hooking up, and I could tell tonight would be no exception.

It was almost three am by the time the final band wrapped up. The air was thick with the smell of weed and sweat and pheromones, Swarms of party animals, strung out on molly, coke, and punk music, poured out over the lawn of the venue and started trickling into cars and vans to go home or just pass out until doing the whole thing over again tomorrow.

We all joined up backstage. Shredder and Taylor pulled up with some slutty-looking guys in leather and glowsticks, as well as two bunnies from an all non-binary band, and a ripped wolf-dog guitarist who looked weirdly shy. Even Paulo appeared, drunk as hell, his arm draped around a robin even twinkier than he was. By their matter fur and feathers it was clear both had already been fucking around in some dark corner. Everyone wanted to go back to the hotel, and it was obvious what was gonna come next after that.

Of course I’d be welcome at the orgy, but I hadn’t brought a guest myself. Sure, I’d been groped by a couple random people, even made out with a panda chick who offered her tits to my face after she’d bummed a hit from my joint. But I couldn’t get into any of it.

I knew exactly why: fucking Auxwald. I hadn’t even spoken to him, he’d written off Shredder and I completely, and now I was surrounded by fans who’d let me fuck them in a second just cuz I was in a band. And still I was thinking about that meaty ass, those smooth, tattooed arms, and most of all that lazy poise, lounging by the poolside like he owned the place. Owned the whole fucking world. I wanted a piece of that.

We all drove back squeezed in the wolf-dogs van – he was sober, somehow – and I clumsily groped one of the bunnies before we reached the silent hotel parking lot and fumbled out in a raucous pile. Paulo’s robin whined for a minute about his missing shoes, but Paulo slurred that he’d buy the bird a new set, and we all finally headed up to Shredder and Paulo’s room, everyone’s orifices loose and watering, and those with penises fighting against weed and psychedelics to avoid the clerks at the front desk noticing their hard-ons.

Things escalated pretty quickly. The bunnies got on their knees for Shredder and he topped one after another. The two leather guys fooled around in the corner and watched as Taylor proudly donned his strap-on and went to town on the wolf-dog, who blew Paulo and his robin friend at various intervals, while they held hands and kissed with drunken grins.

I tried to get caught up in it. I really did. But I found myself just watching abjectly from the bathroom doorway, not even half-erect, clothes still on.

Eventually Shredder swaggered over to me, his cock still hard and damp after dumping his first load of the night. “I gotta tag out for a minute,” he slurred. “Get in here, bruh.” He cracked a beer and started chugging.

When I didn’t move, Shredder sighed. “At least get your fuckin’ pants off. Are you even hard?”

I wasn’t. “I think I need to take a walk,” I said quietly.

Shredder nodded. He was familiar with my funks and knew better than to push me. “Have fun, bro. We’ll be here when you get back. Well, not Paulo, I think he’s gonna puke and pass out before long.”

I laughed, and Shredder clapped me on the back.

“Everything good, Sand?” my friend asked. His eyes were bloodshot and his fur toussled from sex, but his voice was serious. I felt my heart warm with gratitude for my friend.

“Yah, man. You guys have fun.”

“Bye, big ‘roo,” the robin slurred as I left, and Paulo laughed like an idiot. I rolled my eyes. The smell of cum and booze was strong, not exactly a bad smell, but I needed fresh air. I grabbed a towel and my cannabis vape, closing off the sounds of wild animals in the room behind me as I headed for the beach.

—

The ocean breeze was light and cool on my fur. It tossed up grey shadowy waves on to the horizon, nearly invisible for the massive spotlights glaring out over the empty beach. My bare feet sunk into the sand, still warm a few inches down, as I stood and scanned the beach for a dark area where I could just vibe. There, south of the hotel: some dunes out of the reach of the false lights. I walked slowly, savoring the rich salty scent of the Pacific Ocean.

The waves lashed the shore, gliding far up the beach before receding, gliding up, pulling out, endlessly, eternally. I puffed my vape and watched the cloud of vapor get whisked away over the dunes of whistling sea grasses. It looked like a ghost blown in off the waves, barely there, already gone and forgotten.

What the fuck was wrong with me?! I should be amped after a show, especially one that rocked so hard. I’d had an amazing time while there, but now it was like the lust and passion of the evening had drained away into some hole I couldn’t see, far below, ready to eat me too if I gave into this weird despair.

I had struggled with depression years ago, before meeting Shredder, before I even learned the drums. After college I broke up with my then-boyfriend, carting all my shit to SoCal for some bullshit office job. I missed my friends, I missed fucking someone I loved, I missed even the cooler winters upstate. I sat around, getting fat and not making any serious friends, until I started taking drum lessons. The drums had changed everything. I worked my ass off and ‘graduated’ from my teacher in under two years. I bought my own set and started to master stuff Between the Buried and Me and Dragonforce, AJJ and Hella. I started a band with my guitarist co-worker, and we rocked out every weekend, even played some local gigs. She could tell I was more serious, though, and said I should start looking for larger bands.

The Try-Hards came to the city four years ago. I could still remember that first show, a shitty little basement at a dive bar. They were a duo, Shredder and Taylor, with Taylor’s cousin touring on a tiny-ass set. I saw how fuckin’ hard the fox and eagle went, while the poor teen chickadee on the drums struggled to keep up with their energy, and knew they needed someone more hard-core. I spoke to Shredder afterwards, found out he was gay, and we sealed my contract with the band by going back to my place, sucking each other off, and then giving him a demo of him my skills, waking up the neighbors at 4am. Fuck ‘em, we were having fun. Six months later, I quit my job, and six months after that we were signed to a major label, with a little salamander rounding out our sound and doing most of the heavy lifting in mixing.

Three years with my best friends. Now here we were, performing at nationally famous music festivals and hosting orgies at beach resorts. I was surrounded by punk queers, I playing music I helped create, and I making enough money to actually put something in the bank each month. This was the fucking life.

So why was I getting high alone on this beach at night? I leaned forward and felt my belly rest on my thighs. It wasn’t like my looks stopped me from getting laid; just the opposite, really, some people really liked the dad bod and weren’t put off by my resting ‘roo face. But it was always these skinny guys with daddy issues who wanted me to fuck them. It was fun, but sometimes, I wanted to be held, you know? Be the little spoon. I hadn’t been fucked myself in a few years now. I just never met anyone who did it for me; hell, I couldn’t even remember it was that made me lift my tail for the boys. I was just a top to the last guy I’d been remotely serious with. Shredder and Taylor didn’t get it, they could top for hours and never get bored. And Paulo was such a serial bottom, he probably hadn’t gone a week without a dick in his ass since he lost his virginity.

But I needed it. I could feel the weed loosening up my body and my hole with it. I raised my tail, wiggling it in the sand, and felt the smooth grains shift under my broad butt, imprinting itself on the beach for someone to see tomorrow and wonder who that fatass was with the big tail. I felt comfortable yet antsy. The moon swam by like a round fish, heading toward the waves. Stars cluttered the darkness of the sky like grains of sand on black leather, probably what my shorts would look like in the morning.

What was Auxwald doing right now? He said something about shooting… Did he go hunting for sport? In the city? Maybe there was a range or something nearby…

The waves shushed my thoughts in a gentle crash, eating sand castles and flooding ditches and moats kids had built during the day. A lone towel someone had forgotten was dangerously close to the water, but the tide was going out, so it would possibly be safe until it’s owner returned in the morning.

I squinted at the towel, partially illuminated by a stray beam from the hotel floodlights. It wasn’t just a towel, there was what looked like a beach bag too. And was that…? I stood up to inspect.

Yah, it was. In a pile next to the bag was a large Hawaiian shirt, bright yellow with pineapples and wooden buttons. Who could have forgotten all this shit? I looked around, but there were no silhouettes up and down the beach in either direction.

There was something under the shirt. I nudged it with one foot and my eyes widened. This wasn’t just a top but a whole damn outfit, a pair of green cargo shorts and underwear folded neatly under the shirt. Was someone running around in the buff? Kinda hot, actually, just walking the beach naked at night. Maybe I should do that…

And then I looked at the underwear again and my stomach turned upside down. That was no set of boxers: it was a pink speedo. On the tag I could make out three little letters: XXL.

My head spun.

Another loud wave sloshed up the beach, and I turned to look, butterflies whirling in my belly, the weed turning the world into a slush of washed-out color and crashing water. There, occasionally cresting above the caps of the waves, was a shape, grey on grey, speckled with moonlight.

Someone was swimming in the ocean.

Even as I watched, the figure in the water stood, waist deep in the water, and began to head towards shore. Panic seized me. Should I run? Should I stay and introduce myself, so they knew it wasn’t a creeper? Or was it creepy enough I was just standing here, messing around with their shit?

Maybe they hadn’t seen me. I started to walk away.

“Hey.” The familiar voice was quiet against the background noise of the ocean, and suddenly I realized how loud it all was, the crashing waves, the wind, the hammering of my heart in my ears. But I couldn’t run now. Slowly I turned to face the figure emerging from the water.

Auxwald heaved his heavy body out of the surf. He gleamed in the moonlight, scintillating under the cold water slicking off of his seal skin. His round belly bounced as he strode calmly but quickly toward me, and as he drew nearer, I could see he was indeed buck-ass naked.

I wanted to turn away – oh who am I kidding, no I didn’t. But a part of me was screaming that I should, that this was weird, this was awkward as fuck, I was intruding on something I shouldn’t be. But I just stared and gave the world’s most feeble, “‘sup?” like we were passing in opposite directions on the subway stairs.

Auxwald’s intense black tattoos curled around his wrists and arced up his forearms and biceps, round with muscle and fat. He did have fur after all, a light down that was almost invisible, and whiskers on his round, stubby snout almost like a cat. He was looking down at me, and I realized he was at least six feet, probably nearly three hundred and fifty pounds.His dark eyes bored into me with a calm patience that said, “what the fuck are you doing with my stuff?

“What the fuck are you doing with my stuff?” Auxwald said. His voice was low and calm, his round head tilted curiously, like he was genuinely interested in my reply. He sounded out of breath, and I could see his chest heaving from his swim. Heated by his body, water steamed into the cool air like a subtle halo around his head.

I stammered. “Sorry, man, I was just… going for a walk. Thought someone forgot this.” It took every ounce of my willpower not to look down and check out his dick.

“Well, consider it remembered.” Auxwald peered at me. “Have I seen you before?”

My stomach was churning. “I–”

“At the pool, earlier today,” he said. “You’re friends with that foxy little fox who came on to me while I was having a drink. You're the drummer in a band, the Try-Outs?”

“Yah, err, the Try-Hards.” I was surprised he’d actually been paying attention to Shredder at all.

“Did you follow me down here?” he asked suddenly.

I raised my hands in defense. “No, no way! Swear I’m just here for a smoke.”

“And your friend didn’t send you or something?”

“No.”

Auxwald squatted to pick up his towel. He didn’t cover himself up, simply toweling off his head and shoulders. I couldn’t help myself, I stared at the movement, feeling the urge to reach out and help him.

“So your show went well?” he said.

“Yah, we killed it. You should’ve been there!” The casual phrase had a needy whine to it. I wanted to throw myself into the ocean.

“Maybe tomorrow.” Auxwald stretched out his neck and rubbed down his torso and chest. His pecs were huge and round, almost feminine, and his nipples were large and erect in the chilly air. “I had work to do tonight.” He sighed, picking up his clothes. “But, the rest of my evening is free.”

I blinked and laughed anxiously. “I think it’s, like, 2 am.”

“The night is young,” was all he said.

“Is that safe?” I blurted, and when he looked at me curiously, I just pointed at the water. He turned to follow my gaze.

“Nightswimming. Alone?” I went on.

“I’m a seal. I grew up on the ocean, doing this kind of thing every night. Don’t worry about me, bud.”

“Well,” I sputtered, trying to keep him engaged. “Did you have a good swim, then?”

“It was excellent.” The seal tossed his towel over a meaty shoulder. “Not too calm nor too rough, more than enough moonlight to see any rogue waves, and nice and cold. Though I’m ready to get warm now,” he added. I felt myself blush at this innocuous statement. How was he having this effect on me? I felt something between my legs start to stiffen

I watched Auxwald pick up his bag, hefty muscles bunching in his thighs, monstrous calves working hard to support his weight.

He must have caught me looking, because suddenly he said, “care to join me at the hot tub?”

I laughed nervously, and when I saw his expression was unchanged, I said, “pretty sure it’s closed now. We’d have to jump the fence.”

“Nah, I’ve got a card.” Auxwald flashed me his roomkey and smiled.

“But it won’t work after–”

“Come on, it’s getting chilly out here.” Auxwald’s voice was firm, and as he strode away through the dunes, still totally undressed, I followed him like an obedient kid.

#gay male seal kangaroo ocean seaside romance serial

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pedros-mustache · 2 years

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bogatá nights

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word count: ~5k

warnings: smut (18+) only. also: twinge of angst, smoking, language, x fem!reader

a/n: wowie, something over than din! this was written at some point over the summer and then promptly forgotten. i am severely overwhelmed with my job atm, so i wanted to post this while i ✨survive✨the daily fight. i am still committed to nighthawks like no other, and also considering a javi mini-series, so rest assured i’m not going anywhere; things are just... slow... right now.

please let me know what you think of this! been awhile since i posted anything other than din so i’m a bit nervous. (and before anyone asks: this is just a one-shot 😅) anyway: thanks for sticking with me! xoxo.

A cool evening breeze filters through your open window, rustling the gauzy curtains flung to either side. It’s dark out, the sky obsidian, starless. Below, the streets of Bogotá are restless. Music from the bar on the corner pulses through the neighborhood; laughter and hurried footsteps a countermelody to the thump of bass and brass. You glance at the clock on your bedside table. Ten o’clock—right on schedule.

There is an energy to this place so unlike your quiet, suburban home in the States. Here, in Bogotá, where tomorrow is more of a hope than a promise, the nights tremble with vitality. The transition from daylight to nightfall is whiplash, a sharp right turn from hard-scrabble living to carefree revelry. God, you love it. Even if you don’t often find the chance to participate in the fun, you crave the sounds of life that meet you every night. True, unrestrained existence fighting for a moment of levity in a place that can be so severe.

Plus, if you’re being honest with yourself, nights lift your work-weary spirit because nights bring you Javier—and tonight, a Thursday, your hair still wet from a shower, door locked to the rest of the boarding house, is no different.

You hear him coming before he darkens your window.

His footsteps clang against the rickety fire escape attached to the side of the building. You’ve told him—time and time again you’ve told him—to tread lightly on the stairs leading to your window. If Sister Cordelia finds out one of her borders has been sneaking a man into her room nigh on every night for the last month… You shudder to think how hard your ass will hit the pavement when given the boot.

Sliding from your bed, you tuck your book—a children’s paperback, entirely in Spanish; you’re trying to do better—to the side. You can’t help but grin, lower lip tucked between your teeth, as you near the window. Javi mutters beneath his breath as he crests the last platform; you know, not because you understand his grumblings, but because it’s the same routine every night.

You lean against the window frame and smile when he drops the grate closed, sealing himself off from the rest of Columbia, maybe the rest of the world. The cigarette hanging between his plush lips glows red at the tip.

“Hi.” It’s a whispered greeting, nerves dancing around the edge of your mouth.

Even after all this time, you don’t know where you stand in Javi’s mind, much less his heart; you can’t even hazard a guess. He’s a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. You saw him not five hours ago as you left the embassy, your eight hour shift at the front desk completed yet another day. He was hunched over a pile of paperwork, phone jammed between his ear and his shoulder. He didn’t look at you when you left.

Still, he’s here. That has to count for something.

He stubs his cigarette out on the brick wall. “You gonna let me in or not, cariño?”

You tilt your head to the side. “Only if you ask nicely. I don’t let just any man crawl through my window, you know.”

The corner of his mouth pulls to one side, and he snorts in amusement, a huff of laughter tight in his chest. Half of his face shines in the warm light of your bedroom. A heavy tenebrism highlights the straight line of his jaw, the stress line between his brows, the curve of his nose. You resist the urge to reach for his face and brush your thumb over the apple of his cheeks.

He braces one forearm on the top corner of the window frame and leans close. His dark eyes arrest yours, holding you still, breathless, putty in his capable hands. “Would you pretty fucking please let me in?” His smirk widens, gaze dropping to your parted lips. “Been thinkin’ about you all day.”

Heart in your throat, you step aside, fingers curled tight in the fabric of your sheer curtains. Javi bends at the waist and ducks his head as he drops through the open window. His shoes hit the hardwood with a heavy thump, and you catch his elbow on a wince.

“Fuck! Javi! Do you want the whole fucking building to know you’re in here?” You press yourself to his side, glancing toward your bedroom door, straining your eyes in the dim light of the room to search for the tell-tale twist of the doorknob.

He can’t be here; you both know this. For a plethora of reasons, Javier Peña cannot and should not be in your bedroom. Yet he is.

That has to count for something.

“Why don’t you move?” he asks. “Find some apartment that doesn’t give a shit about who comes to visit.”

Rolling your eyes, you give him the same answer you give everyone who asks why you’d ever live in a building that allows women and women only beyond the threshold. “It’s cheap, and the embassy pays me peanuts. Besides, some of the other secretaries live here. We walk home together. Bogotá isn’t the safest place in the world. You of all people know that.”

Javi ignores the pinched expression on your face, ignores the risk of your togetherness, and captures your mouth with his. He tastes like cigarettes and stale coffee, like the long, tireless hours that weigh his shoulders down, like the endless depths of mystery surrounding his person. You are drunk on him, have been since he first lingered by your desk and asked about your mother.

You know so little about him and yet so much. You know how he likes his coffee, how he’s constantly forgetting his signature when he turns in documents for you to file, how he takes a smoke break at eleven on the dot. You do not know much about his parents or his childhood or what brought him from Texas to Columbia. But maybe those things don’t matter. Maybe all that matters is the weight of his hand pushing your body closer to his and the way his tongue glides along yours. Maybe all that matters is he is here, now, with you. The other things—the surface nothings you clung to in past relationships—maybe those things don’t matter with Javi.

You hum against his lips, smoothing your hands across his shoulders and down the lengths of his arms. The leather jacket beneath your fingers is stiff, but the man himself bends, pliable under your touch.

You pull away and begin shucking the jacket from his body. “Your shoulders feel tense, Javi,” you say. “Lie back.”

He goes with some measure of grumbling, but soon flops to your bed, long limbs sprawled out across the white comforter as he reaches for the carton of cigarettes he left on your bedside table a week ago. Jacket still in hand, you drop it to the floor as you move to straddle his hips. You settle your weight on him and merely quirk an eyebrow when he realizes there’s nothing beneath your silken nightgown but your bare skin. He shakes his head on a chuckle and puts the unlit cigarette aside. His hands, broad, well-worn, fall to your waist, and his eyes roam your body as silence stretches taut like a rubber band.

“What makes you so uneasy?” you ask, knowing full well what his answer will be, what it always is.

“Nothing you can change.” He sighs, lifts a hand to massage the bridge of his nose. “Nothing I can change either, it seems.”

A beat passes, your eyes locked with his, before you lean over and grab the Spanish paperback shoved beneath your pillow. Javi’s hand trails up your back when you linger, breasts to his chest, fingers flipping through the yellowed pages. His breath fans the damp hair clinging to your temple. Upon sitting back, you wiggle your hips to get comfortable and ignore both the drag of your cunt over Javi’s jeans and the strained puff of air that leaves his mouth. You clear your throat—

—and begin reading.

You keep your tone even, your pacing smooth, as you work your way through the page. It’s hard work—reading aloud and comprehending the words at the same time—but you do your best. Or what you hope is at least passable.

“La Telaraña de Carlota—Charlotte’s Web.” You flick your eyes over the top of your book and bite back a grin when you meet Javi’s tranquil gaze. The stress lines etched so deep across his forehead have eased, replaced by a half-smile that makes your tummy flip. “You’re doing good, cariño. Keep going.”

You resume, and sink into the warmth of the moment. Your voice, clear and determined, mingles with the sounds of the street below. Though the sound of a car backfiring gives you pause, and the start of a light rain has you wondering if you should close the window, there is only you and Javier in this moment. He is strong beneath you, quiet as he listens to you read a children’s novel. His eyelashes fan his cheeks, his chest rising and falling in a slow, comfortable rhythm.

Good, you think. He deserves rest. As hard as he works, he deserves an evening where the world forgets he exists. Where he is allowed to simply be—no agenda, no demands.

As the pages go by and the plot progresses, Javi grows restless, distracted, though he corrects your mispronunciations when he catches them. His thumb dips beneath the hem of your teddy, and you fumble over a phrase. Firm fingertips skim across the valley between your hips, nearing the growing ache in your core, until, right at the last moment, he flattens his palm against your stomach, fingers spread wide.

You continue reading.

“Estiércol,” he corrects, gaze intent on your body as he pushes your nightgown up with his wrist, revealing your naked flesh to the room. There’s a furrow between his brow, likely matching yours; though yours is born out of pleasure, not concentration. “Shit.”

“Huh?” Your eyes flutter shut as his palm nudges the underside of your breast. When the pad of his thumb presses against your nipple, you bite the inside of your cheek. His hand is warm, but his fingertips cold; you shiver, your hips moving involuntarily in response.

“Estiércol means shit. Manure, technically. The sentence means, ‘The stable smelled like hay and manure.’”

He rolls your nipple between his fingers until it pebbles. The heat in your core intensifies, his touch like bellows to the fire stirring low in your belly. Your head lolls to the side, and your hands drop, the book folding shut on your fingers.

“Oh.”

With his opposite hand, he nudges the book. “Keep going.”

Blinking, you frown. You’ve lost interest in the story of Charlotte and Wilbur and all the farm animals. You’d rather rip the buttons from his sky blue shirt and mark his skin with the wet heat of your mouth.

He is golden in the lamplight, lit like a Caravaggio painting. You’re lucky. Half of Columbia vies for Javi’s attention—his affection, his sense of justice; yet he is here with you, his length hardening beneath your core, his pupils blown wide as he kneads your breast.

You drop the book, a sharp crack rending the air when the spine hits the floor. Javi’s brows lift, and he glances from the discarded book to you. He swallows, palms pushed flat against the bed as he lifts his neck, a muscle in his forehead ticking as he watches you lift your nightgown and toss it aside. You’re left naked before him, and for the first time in a long time, you feel no desire to cover yourself beneath a shield of darkness.

“We can read another time,” you say, slipping your pointer finger between the closed buttons of his shirt. “There’s something else I’d like to study for now.”

Javi grins as he rids himself of his shirt. Your hands roam his chest, the dip of his collarbone, the corded muscles that work in his shoulders as he unbuttons his jeans. You move off of his lap long enough to allow him space to pull off his trousers. The faded pants fall to the growing pile on the floor with a muted thump.

You quirk an eyebrow and lay your hand in the center of his chest, pushing him back amongst the pillows as you reposition yourself over his hips. His cock rests heavy against his stomach.

“Commando?” you tease. “How often do you do that?”

Javi avoids your eyes as he rubs your arms. He lifts one hand to massage the breast he neglected moments before. “Only when I know I’m set to be naked within the hour.” There’s something beneath his words, something you can’t quite place, but you don’t have the chance to ask before he wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and whispers, “Come ‘ere.”

When he calls, you listen—every time.

Javi’s lips are tender against yours. You angle your head, and he takes the opportunity to move his mouth over yours, his mustache a tickle against your upper lip. When his tongue touches yours, you sigh, and any weight left in your body dissipates. You collapse against him, his warm skin, his smooth tongue. The throbbing in your cunt hurts, and you squirm against the base of his cock, your growing slickness smacking in the quietness of the room.

He chuckles. Fucking bastard—he chuckles. Your heart twists with something akin to delight.

Sliding his hands away from your face, he finds your hips, holding you still. The blunt edges of his nails dig into the flesh of your waist.

“I want you, Javi.” The words fall against his lips, into his mouth, a hurried, hushed whisper of desire. “Please.”

He kisses you again—a wet pop of his lips on yours. “You do?”

You nod, dragging your slick center over whatever inch of his skin you can find despite the hands anchoring you tight to his waist. You can’t see him—your eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows pulled tight in a frown of painful pleasure—but you’re sure he’s laughing at you, smirking at your neediness. “Mhmm.” A whine, high-pitched and pathetic.

It’s so easy for him to get you like this—a pile of goop in his hands, whiny and submissive and moldable like play-doh. He can do whatever he wants to you; he knows it, too. He’s just so damn good you can’t find the space in your lust-cluttered mind to care.

Two thick fingers slither between the inch of space between your bodies. Your eyes snap open when he crooks his fingers against your entrance.

“Oh!”

Javi gives a smug huff through his nose. “That what you want, cariño?” As if to emphasize his point, he slips his fingers deep within your core and presses the flat of his thumb against your clit. He drags his fingers forwards and backwards in your cunt, and you gasp as pleasure radiates through your lower half.

“Yes.” You curl your hand against his chest, nails scraping his flesh. “Yes.”

He releases your hip to smooth his palm over your temple, fingers dragging through your hair. “So pretty,” he whispers. His hips jolt upwards as your own body takes on a mind of its own, your hips grinding circles around the fingers trapped in your warmth.

You have enough presence of mind to curl your fingers around his length and give a few experimental pumps of his thick, throbbing flesh. Though his fingers work magic—rubbing and circling and scissoring—your time with him tonight will be fleeting. It always is. You don’t have the luxury or the patience for tarrying.

Beads of precum ooze around your thumb when you pull on the head of Javi’s cock. He stifles a groan by biting on his lower lip, and your breath catches in your throat simultaneously. A shared moment of forbidden ecstasy.

His slow, unhurried ministrations on your clit threaten to tip you over the edge if he continues much longer. When you do come, you’d rather he be inside you, stretching you, filling you up with his own release. Fuck, you’re intoxicated by him.

“Inside me,” you murmur. “I want you inside me.”

At this, the lazy, contented sheen over Javi’s eyes fades. He drags his gaze from the swollen bundle of nerves at your center and meets your wide, pleading stare. His jaw tightens, and he pushes his back higher against the headboard. The sound of his hand cracking against your ass hits the moment the sky outside illuminates with a similar crack of lightning. You would laugh at the coincidence, say something witty that might impress him, but you stay quiet.

“Turn around,” he says, the arrogance of moment’s earlier vanished from his voice.

You are quick to listen.

Spinning on your knees, you fist both of your hands—your trembling, quivering hands—in the sheets near the foot of your bed. Javi grabs your shins and pulls to either side, stretching you over his legs until you feel a cool breeze drift over your soaked heat. His breath, you realize; you shudder, dropping your head between your shoulders. Your knees dig into the soft mattress, your spine curled and body quaking.

Javi pushes the head of cock between your folds—just the tip—and resumes his hold on your hips. He clears his throat, and the sound is so out of step with the rigid moment that you nearly look over your shoulder to check on him. He speaks before you get the chance.

“Go ahead. Fuck yourself on my cock, querida.”

A garbled whimper parts your lips when you move your hips backwards, swallowing his length inch by blessed inch. Holy hell—oh shit—oh fuck… You don’t realize you’re speaking, cursing low beneath your breath as you rock back and forth on his cock, until Javi snickers.

“What’s that?” he asks, massaging his palm along your ass cheek, spreading you wide so he can watch the way his body is encased in yours.

“Don’t be—” Your voice hitches on a whine. Fuck, he stretches you so well. “Don’t be so goddamn smug.”

“You look good.” His fingertips dip over the small of your back, and he pushes his palm there, lifting his own hips to meet yours on their descent. “Shit, that feels good. God, you’re so tight.”

Though you’ve practiced how to hold your tongue in moments such as these, you can’t help but moan, long and low, into the bed comforter as Javi meets you thrust for thrust. His balls slap against your skin, and you grit your teeth, some clear part of your mind hoping, wishing, praying that no one can hear through the thin walls. Just because your room is situated at the end of the hall, away from the staircase and the communal bathroom, doesn’t mean you are in the clear.

The tension in your cunt bursts without warning, and you come with a ragged cry. Tears blur your vision as Javi fucks you through it, his thrusts faster, harder, as he searches for his own release. His fingertips concave your skin, and you feel him everywhere. He’s like a blanket: you can feel him around your shoulders, where he holds tight to the junction between your neck and your back; you can feel him around your legs, where he grips your shin; you can feel him so tight and deep in your core, twitching and pulsing when he comes. He is everywhere, covering you, swallowing you in the fringes of his warmth.

When all is said and done, you both lay in sated bliss, your cheek pressed against the cool sheets, his hand lingering in the small of your back. Your pussy flutters around his softening length when he shifts, and you laugh to yourself, meeting his eyes across your tangled bodies. He smiles.

After a moment, he gently pushes against your back. You shuffle forward and release a shaky breath when his cock slips free of your heat. Javi reaches for a cigarette, the muscles in his stomach contracting as he moves. Cigarette lit, a thin line of smoke wafts across the bedroom, toward the open, rainy window. You crawl to the head of the bed and lay on your side, hands tucked beneath your cheeks, watching, waiting for him to break the silence.

He offers you the cigarette, his tired gaze trained on your bureau. “I know what you want,” he finally says.

“What’s that?” Your words fumble around the cigarette, the chemicals lacing your tongue, teasing your senses. “There’s a lot of things I’d like.”

Javi turns his head and gives you an unimpressed stare. When you grin, laughing at his easily-miffed sensibilities, he removes the cigarette from between your fingers and takes another drag.

“You want me to walk into the embassy tomorrow and tell everyone.” He pauses. “About us.”

Oh.

You hadn’t been expecting that.

These are dangerous waters you tread. If you know anything about Javier, you know he’s a flight risk. Communication, openness, commitment—none fall under Javi’s repertoire. His reputation precedes him, and though you aren’t one to believe all the gossip, the last month has proved most water cooler titterings as true.

He’s great in bed. He’s moody, evasive, a chainsmoker with a hunger for setting wrong things to right. He cannot—and will not—be tied down.

You knew tangling yourself in the life and arms of Javier Peña would be a stretch out of your comfort zone. You like order and stability, and Javi is unpredictable at best. You appreciate a man who wants to show you off, and, aside from your bedroom, you’ve never seen Javi outside the embassy walls.

Still, despite it all, you like Javi—a lot. That has to count for something.

You prop yourself up on an elbow to better look at his face. “No, not necessarily.”

He meets your eyes, one brow arched. “We’ve been fuckin’ like rabbits for a month, and I haven’t even taken you to get a salad at some shitty restaurant.”

You scoff on a laugh, smiling in spite of the vulgar, yet factual, assessment of your relationship. “That’s very eloquent and heartfelt.”

Shaking his head, he sits straight, running a hand over his face. “Don’t patronize me.” The cloud he often takes with him—the one that is bloated gray with his passions and his desires, warped by the violence he encounters day after day—has returned; it’s never gone for long.

With a sigh, you push yourself away from the mattress and draw closer to him. The bedsheets pool around your waist, leaving your breasts exposed, but you feel no need to cover up around him. You wrap an arm around his lower back, rub the skin of his hip, kiss his shoulder. He’s so warm, always so damn warm.

“I like this, Javi,” you say, your voice quiet, careful.

Javi drops the hand shielding his eyes and moves his chin. Though he doesn’t look at you, he’s listening. The opening scene of Jaws flashes before your mind’s eye: Get out of the water. Only you’re stuck, trapped by the undercurrent, wrapped up in Javi and everything you know he is and can be. So, you push forward, heart rate slowly picking up speed.

“I’ve had a lot of fun the last month or so,” you continue. “You’re a good man and a really great fuck. Sure, there are times I wish we could go out and get salads at a shitty restaurant, but I… I understand your hesitation, I think.”

Javi leans over to grind his cigarette to dust in an ashtray before reaching for your arm. His thumb brushes along your skin in comfortable circles. “I don’t have time for all the red tape Messina will put me—us—through if I say anything. If I let myself get distracted…” He meets your eyes, and you press your hand to his cheek. His voice drops to a whisper, reverent in its intensity. “I’m so close to Escobar, cariño. So fucking close.”

You straighten your spine, grabbing one of his hands with what you hope is an encouraging squeeze. “Okay. Then we don’t go out for salads and we keep quiet as we have been.”

You could leave it there, let him off the hook and watch him swim to some form of freedom, but your gut tells you to keep going. Keep going, keep going, keep going. You like him too much to let this fade to black.

When you speak, your voice rings true, as though you read your own words from a children’s paperback. “I’ll wait for you, Javi. I’m not going anywhere so I’ll wait.”

He doesn’t say anything, and you didn’t expect him to. The way he kisses you, though, sealing his mouth over yours, his fingertips holding the base of your jaw as he bends you backwards into the sheets—that says enough.

You giggle—a girlish, winsome sound—and wind your arms around his neck, holding him close as his mouth devours yours. It doesn’t take long for your body to respond to his, naked as you are. As his tongue licks into your mouth, you curl your legs around his back, locking him in place with your heels. He smiles against your lips, pulls against their fullness with his teeth, and you simper.

“I’ve got to go,” he mumbles, his warm, wet mouth dragging across your cheek to the spot behind your ear.

You pout when he starts to pull away. “Do you?”

“As long as you insist on renting a room in a building where I am not welcome simply because of my dick, then yeah, I gotta go.”

Leaning your weight on your elbows, you watch as he gathers his clothes from the floor, shoving his long legs into his pants, his arms into the unbuttoned sleeves of his shirt. The fabric hangs open over his sun kissed chest while he slides assorted items into his pocket from the side table. He tucks his gun and his badge into his waistband then pats his pockets, glancing over either shoulder.

You point to the floor. “The pack fell.”

“Oh, thanks.” He stoops to pick up the cigarette pack then shrugs on his jacket, making quick work of the buttons he forgot.

“You know,” you start, sitting forward. “I could always come to yours.”

Javi freezes, buttons askew and eyes wide.

Shit—shitshitshitshit. You cringe, internally and externally, wishing for all the world that you could have just left well enough alone. You’ve danced over hot coals enough for one night and you just had to push your luck one last time, didn’t you?

You pull the nearest bed sheet over your naked body and look away.

“Cariño…” The endearment is a sigh, one that makes your stomach clench with regret. “Hey, look at me.”

You do, your eyes dragging from the frayed edge of your pillowcase to his firm face.

“I can’t cook for shit, my apartment is bare bones, and I’m almost never there because I’m either here, at the embassy, or asleep at a stakeout.” His eyelashes quicken as he blinks, and the tension in his shoulders suddenly drops. “But yeah, I’ll have you over some time—some time soon. It’s long overdue.”

He leans down to kiss you once more. Chaste when everything you’ve done in the last hour has been anything but. “Te lo prometo.” He gives a playful swat to the hip left uncovered by the bed sheet, and you grin. “Translate that.”

Javi leaves much the way he came: a broad-framed, grumbling man squeezing through an open window. He flips up the collar of his jacket, and his eyes narrow as he tilts his head back toward the sky, rain dousing his face. He hesitates, and you wonder if he’s considering crawling back through the window, into your room, into your bed. After a moment, he closes the window with a firm push to the lip of the frame. It clatters shut, window panes rattling, and then he’s gone, ambling down the fire escape to the world below.

You sit on the edge of your bed. Rain splatters against the window, but the bar across the street continues to pump the air with frenetic music.

Javi’s come has long since dried between your legs—the only thing he leaves you to remember him by, a sticky, salty parting gift. The evidence of your togetherness will wash away in the shower tomorrow morning. It always does; it’s just as fleeting as him.

For now, though, as you drop back against your mattress, you fall asleep knowing—knowing in some way Javier Peña is yours.

And for now, that is enough.

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I Love You, You Idiot | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Here I am, once again writing in my favorite "we're best friends but we won't say we're in love" trope. Someone stop me.

A/N: This does not fall into the TFAWTS timeline!

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angsty-ish

*not my gif*

The bass rumbled through your entire body as you tried to listen to whatever story Sam was telling to the group. You tried with everything in you to listen but the mixture of the loud music of the club and your best friend's hand just casually laying on your exposed thigh was making it very difficult. You noticed the group laugh so you let out a small chuckle but if anyone asked you would not be able to say what was so funny.

“You okay, doll?” You glanced up at Bucky, who’s blue eyes were squinted with concern. His thumb slowly rubbing circles on the spot on your inner thigh where it was rested. “You look a little out of it. Do you need me to take you home?”

Say words, Y/N. You told yourself. But forming sentences was getting harder and harder with each circular pass the pad of his thumb made.

“Uh.”

Good job. Very articulate.

You didn’t want to be that person. The person who falls in love with her super hot best friend, but doesn’t say anything because they don’t want to “ruin the friendship” and then ends up sad and alone because said best friend doesn’t realize the feelings and moves on to someone else. And yet here you were. Being that cliche.

“Guys, I think I’m going to take Y/N home.” You heard Bucky say. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in you shifted away from him so his hand was no longer on your leg.

“No, I’m fine.” You stood up, strong and steady. “See? I was just thinking about some work stuff. But I’m gonna go grab another drink. Anyone want anything?”

The group shook their head and you made your way to the bar, happy to be away for a couple minutes.

Your moment of solace lasted only a few seconds though because you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He trapped you in by placing his arms on either side of you, his chin landing on your shoulder.

“Wanna take shots?” Bucky’s voice rumbled in your ear. You really hoped he couldn’t feel the goosebumps that arose all over your skin. His breath smelled like a mix of spearmint and whiskey. A scent that if it came from any other man you would have probably been repulsed but on Bucky it was just comforting.

“Only if they’re tequila.” You turned around so you were face to face with him. Bucky gave you a cheeky smile as he waved the bartender over, ordering two shots each and then your regular drink order. As the bartender got your drinks ready, Bucky leaned down on his arms so he was even closer, your faces barely an inch apart.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” Bucky smiled, pressing a slight kiss to your cheek.

“You’re mine too.” You whispered but you knew he heard you. Thank god for that super soldier hearing. Bucky stood back up and you could tell that he was on high alert, making sure that no one bumped into you or was making a beeline in the direction you guys were in.

You turned back around and placed your arms on the bar and leaned against it, your breasts pushing up slightly causing the guy next to you to take notice.

“Hey,” you glanced over as the guy next to you turned his body to fully face you. “You are the most beautiful woman at this bar.” You were amazed at how bold this guy was being. Bucky was still behind you, his arms still on either side of you. To anyone who didn’t know the two of you, it would be safe to assume that you were a couple.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” You smiled at him and leaned against Bucky’s arm a bit, to hopefully give that couple illusion even more.

Bucky was watching the interaction carefully, not yet ready to intervene but there if he needed to. You noticed his vibranium hand flex on the bar as the guy continued to flirt with you, that small action causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“You wanna get out of here, pretty girl?” The guy leaned in even closer to you, officially popping the imaginary bubble you had around you. That was enough for you and for Bucky.

“Alright buddy, ease up.” Bucky pushed a hand against the guy's chest, moving him away from you. “She’s with me.”

“Relax, big guy. Why don’t you let this little mama speak for herself.” The guy stood up from his chair, he was Bucky’s height but you, Bucky and the guy knew that if it came down to it Bucky would kick his ass.

“This little mama doesn’t want to go home with you.” You said sternly. As you finished speaking, the bartender placed the shots and the drinks in front you.

“Bitch.” The guy mumbled, shaking his head and making his way around Bucky.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt. His eyes blazing as he glared down at the asshole. With each second that passed you could tell his hands were tightening around the guy’s shirt.

“I called your little slut girlfriend a bitch.” He spat out. “Maybe control your woman from flirting with other men at-”

Before he could finish, Bucky slammed his fist into his face. You let out a scream as the guy fell to the ground. Everyone’s eyes now focused on the three of you. Bucky reached down and grabbed him, pulling him back up. You had to look away as blood started to pour out of his nose and down his face. It looked like Bucky was about to punch him again but you quickly put your hand on his arm. Bucky looked over at you, his chest heaving, his metal arm shifting under the stress of his grip.

“Bucky, please. It’s not worth it. Look.” You glanced at the crowd that started to form, phones out and recording.

You could see the headlines now: Winter Soldier Bar Brawl: Is he still unhinged?

You spotted Sam making his way over, his face full of concern. Turning back to Bucky you squeezed his bicep. “Please. Let’s go.”

“Buck.” Sam made it over to you. “Go, I’ll take care of it.”

Bucky heaved as he pushed the guy away from him and then grabbed your hand. He quickly threw down a crumpled hundred dollar bill on the bar and didn’t wait for the change as he pulled you through the crowd of recording phones and out of the club.

He quietly pulled you down the street until you guys ended up at least four blocks away from the club.

“I should have killed that guy.” He huffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Immediately he winced and pulled his flesh hand out. You hadn’t noticed before but his hand was definitely red and swelling. “Fuck.”

“Oh my god, Bucky,” You sighed as you gently took his hand in yours, turning it over and inspecting any damage. It didn’t look fractured but it was definitely sprained and going to be sore for a while. “You could have broken your hand, you fucking idiot.”

“It will heal in a couple hours. And you’re welcome.” Bucky scowled in your direction. “Next time, I’ll just let him shit talk you all night.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that. If you would have waited another twenty seconds we would have gotten our drinks and probably wouldn't have seen that man again.” You glared. “Instead you had to turn into a cave man and beat on your chest and prove your dominance.” You tried to sound tough but your voice was shaking given how cold you were. You had left your jacket back in the club.

“I wasn’t proving shit, Y/N.” Bucky snapped as he pulled his hand out of yours, sliding his leather jacket off and putting it around your shoulders in a huff. “Maybe it infuriates me to hear someone talk about you like that.”

“Well it’s not all cake and ice cream for me, but you don’t see me throwing god damn punches.” You sighed as you wrapped the jacket tighter around your body. “This is going to be everywhere tomorrow.”

“Who gives a fuck.” Bucky muttered.

“You should!” You fumed. “It’s not a great look to have you out here punching random guys at bars, Bucky. Especially over nothing that important.”

“Stop talking like that. God, it’s like you are the only fucking person who doesn’t see how goddamn special and important you are.” Bucky hissed as his hand continued to throb. “So please just..stop talking.”

You snapped your mouth shut as you shot daggers at Bucky which he gladly returned. You turned away from him, calling a car to take you back to his place. You both waited in silence, Bucky only making the occasional foul exclamation whenever his hand hurt. Finally for what seemed hours the car finally pulled up. Bucky, always the gentleman even when angry, held the door open for you as you slid in closing it gently but not making any moves to get in the car. You looked up at him through the window confused but he only shook his head and tapped the car, signally for the driver to leave.

“Can you please wait.” You turned to the driver who let out an annoyed huff.

“Five minutes lady. It’s almost bar time.”

Quickly you opened the door not stepping completely outside, the air having an unforgiving bite to it now.

“Get in the fucking car, Bucky.”

“You go, you have a key. I just need some time.”

“You can take some time in your apartment. Just get in the car.” You retorted.

“I’m not getting in that car.”

“James, I swear to god.” You were fully out of the car now. You slammed the door shut causing the driver to cast an annoyed look your way. “What is your problem? We argue all the time, it’s not that serious.”

“It’s not about the argument,” he grumbled. “It’s about the fact that you are so completely oblivious to how fucking perfect you are and how it wasn’t just that guy that was staring at you but every other guy in that bar. And how angry it makes me that I just want to go up to every single of one of them and tell them to put their dicks away because you’re mine and only mine.”

Your breath hitched as you processed his words.

“And I’m doing everything in power to not just shake you until you realize that I love you, and not just as my friend.”

“I-”

“I can’t believe I just told you that.” Bucky shook his head and let out a humorless chuckle. “Get in the car, Y/N. I’ll see you later.”

Bucky turned and started walking down the street.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You yelled after him. “If you don’t think that I love you back, then you really are a bigger idiot than I thought.” Bucky stopped in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” He asked as he faced you again. He stayed where he was but you could see the tension start to leave his body.

“I said,” You smiled as you let out a long breath. “That I love you, you idiot.”

Before you knew it, Bucky was over to you and he had you scooped up in his arms. His mouth moved feverishly against yours, every emotion that the two of you had for each other pouring out in this one kiss. Your hands found their way up his chest and around his neck. He let out a low moan that sent vibrations through your whole body.

“Alright, lady, I’m leaving.” You both ignored the driver as he waved you off and pulled out and down the street. But you couldn’t care less because you were finally in the arms of your best friend.

“Say it again.” Bucky whispered against your lips.

“I love you, you idiot.”

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Dance, Dance

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: there’s been too much going on ever since you started messing around with your best friend.

Pairings: Colin Shea x Black!Best Friend!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, angst, fluff

(A/N: yaaaay it’s done. This was a fun little series. I loved writing it. Titled after the song Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy. Thanks everyone that enjoyed. Like, follow, reblog, and comment ☺️)

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You didn’t even know it was possible for you to fake smile for this long. As much as you enjoyed doing the whole music thing, industry shit was kind of the worse. You’d been overdue for at least a glass of champagne, but now you needed something stronger like whisky.

Things had been hectic lately. Just getting stuff ready and playing ball. The label that signed you was a smaller offshoot of a bigger one and so now you were here watching Colin take one for the team and schmooze it up since he knew the rest of you hated this part.

It wasn’t like you were bad at the whole thing. It’s just there was only so much you could deal with before finally reaching your limit. And all the old men ogling you was definitely something you could live without.

“Hey,” Ryan, your bass player, greeted as he sat beside you. It was kind of funny seeing the rest of them in suits and shit. You didn’t think they could wear anything but jeans and converse.

Hell for Colin clothing was already optional. Now he was there wearing a suit. Playing the part. And doing it well. You couldn’t lie, though. He looked good as hell. Obviously you weren’t the only one to notice. The woman whispering in his ear right no clearly saw it too.

“Hey,” you said with a sigh. This dress was scratchy as hell, but it was cute. It was probably worth more than your rent so you were really trying to not mess it up. Fuck you felt awkward.

So, yeah things had been a little weird since they’d walked in on you on Colin’s lap. Not that they could see that his pants had been undone from how you were but let’s just say the rest of the band had been doing this thing where they’d been trying to figure out your couple name ever since.

Still you didn’t know how to act around them. Especially since you’d left like your ass was on fire. Unlike with the whole girlfriend thing, the two of you didn’t get the chance to talk even a little after that. It felt like life was pulling the both of you in so many directions what were you even supposed to say. Sure the guys managed to squeeze their jokes in but other than that nothing.

You’d had photo shoots and meetings and just all kinds of shit. Sure this was definitely the life you wanted and you kind of appreciated the distraction. Didn’t mean you wanted to keep living in limbo with him. So it’s not like you’d been avoiding him so much as finding the time to have serious conversations was kind of not there.

At the same time it’s like were you even prepared for whatever he had to say. You don’t give a guy head and then make out with him for him to stop and start with ‘I just don’t think-‘ and expect him to say something not terrible. Especially not a guy like Colin. Even if you were holding out hope.

You knew his track record going into it. Which is why those rules had been in place. You’d been around a thousand Colin’s. You knew how it went. It was hit it and quit it every time. What made you different. If he really wanted to talk he would have. Nothing had ever kept him from telling you dumb shit all the time. Suddenly he couldn’t text?

Whatever. You didn’t even want to care. This was about the music. It was your fault anyway. You’d known better than to get tangled up in him but you’d done it anyway. You’d just have to live with that.

“So what are we doing tomorrow?” He asked.

You shrugged with a sigh. “I dunno. Was just thinking about keeping a low profile. I’m not really feeling it right now.”

Ryan frowned. “You know Colin doesn’t care,” he replied with a chuckle. “You know how he gets.”

“That’s fine,” you replied with a small smile with a shrug, bringing your glass of whiskey up to your lips. Thank goddess for an open bar, though, right. At least that would help you through the night.

“Okay so,” Colin said finally coming over to plop down beside you on a barstool,“how we feeling about an after party?”

You shrugged while him and Ryan started talking it over. If anything you’d probably go back to the hotel but whatever.

You rested your chin on your fists as the boys talked. It’s not that you wanted to be sad girl right now. You should be the happiest you’d ever been and you were but fuck this is gonna sound so lame but you missed your best friend. But no you forgot to wear underwear and now apparently neither of you knew how to act around each other.

“What about you?” He asked. “You know we’re no good without our fearless leader.”

“I thought this was a party,” you said setting your glass down. “I didn’t realize I was leading you into battle.”

Colin chuckled. “Oh it’s us against the world, Baby. There’s always a war.” He winked as he grabbed your glass. Not even phased when you protested and made grabby hands for it. “I’ll get you a new one if you say yes.”

“Eat a dick,” you grumbled then tried to get the bartender’s attention.

“Who pissed in your iced coffee?” He asked with a chuckle. “Come on. It’ll be fun. Better than whatever the fuck this is.” Can’t argue with that.

You shrugged. “I’ll see. I’m kinda tired.”

He pouted. “Don’t be a party pooper. Come on. Don’t you wanna hang with us. Keep us out of trouble.”

“Keep him out of trouble,” Ryan corrected making you laugh.

“Yes. Fine. Keep me out of trouble.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Come on. I’ll make it worth it.”

“How?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well,” he started as he thought, “I’m already taking you out for breakfast tomorrow so that’s out.”

“You are?” You asked with a chuckle. This was news to you.

“Um, duh,” he said before poking your side. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. It’s not that serious.”

Colin sighed, rolling his eyes. “Come on. I promise it’ll be fun.” He nudged you. Then his face softened. “Do you really not wanna go?”

No, but even though you were irritated with him you still felt like a lovesick puppy. And his eyes had gotten all romantic looking. It was so hard not giving in to him.

That’s how you found yourself out in the New York air. Crossing your arms in front of you. “What’s this?” You asked as you walked up to a limo.

“Our ride,” he said, into your ear.

“Hey, Colin,” the woman greeted him with a smile as she walked passed to get in. “You coming?”

He had the nerve to smile at you all brightly as he grabbed your arm. “Isn’t this cool,” he said as he sat beside her. You on the other side of him. Why didn’t you just go back to the fucking hotel when you had the chance.

The entire way to the party was filled with them laughing and talking. The entire time you were thinking say something, anything, but no you sat there awkward as hell. Ryan and your drummer James were sort of trying to include you while your rhythm guitarist Parker had decided to go to the hotel. You wish you’d just gone with him. You knew that’d be your first mistake.

You hated being in such a sour mood. Especially with so many people around. “You want a drink or something?” Colin asked into your ear, trying to talk over the loud music. You sighed, putting on another smile on as you nodded.

You tried to follow behind him, but this place was crowded. Looking back you saw that Ryan and James were no longer next to you either. Shit. Way to make this situation better, right.

Well Colin was right at least. This was better than that place crawling in suits. You walked along trying to find at least one of the men you came with and you were officially over it. Then you saw the balcony and decided to check out there next.

The fresh air was kind of nice. Maybe you just needed to clear your head for a minute. Hell you were ready to go to bed anyway.

Maybe tomorrow you’ll spend the day in the city. Doing whatever you wandered upon. No thinking about the next few months and how everything’s going to go from zero to one hundred. Not that you weren’t looking forward to it, but for now you wanted to welcome a little bit of peace.

Hopefully there’d be no thoughts about a certain guitar player either. That you doubt, but you could try. You yawned and groaned. Fuck it you’re leaving.

“Of all the people I thought I might see tonight,” a familiar voice said before you could get inside.

That voice made you stiffen. Then you started groaning as you turned to face him. “As if my night couldn’t get any worse. What are you even doing here?”

“What you think you’re the only one that gets invited to parties?” He asked.

When you’d parted from your last band, it wasn’t exactly the nicest situation. You always made your rule clear even if you’d broke it with Colin. Even with him it’s not like he did what Andrew did.

Things had been going okay with them, but it was nothing like now. This time around it felt so real. Like musically you were meant to be. Maybe that’s why you didn’t want to ruin things by blowing up even if Colin was sending you enough mixed signals to write an album about.

Back then though. It wasn’t like this. Yeah you liked your other bandmates back then, but with Colin, Ryan, and James it almost felt like a family. You all meshed. You all got along. Despite everything going on you loved them.

With Andrew’s band there was never a connection. You played. You went home. Over and done with. So the night he corned you, trying to kiss you it came out of nowhere. When you told the rest of them didn’t care. You were replaceable. Then you saw that flyer and decided to say fuck it and quit.

“What are you doing here?” He asked now, taking out a cigarette.

You shrugged. “That’s none of your business.”

He scoffed. “Heard you guys got signed. Who’d you sleep with to manage that?”

“Well, it wasn’t you.”

He rolled his eyes. “Who you here with? The new guys you’re blowing?”

You clenched your jaw before taking a deep breath. He didn’t know. Who the fuck cares. So you started walking away because you really did not give two shits.

“Yeah, my friend Dina was telling me you fucked her ex,” he said.

Your back stiffened as you stopped. Closing your eyes. God you wanted to scream at him, but he wasn’t worth the trouble. Wasn’t worth causing a scene. That’s what you told yourself last time and that’s what you were telling yourself now.

“Yeah said she walked in on you too,” he said coming up behind you.

“Dina doesn’t know what what she’s talking about.” You took a deep breath then bit your tongue, but still didn’t turn to face him.

“Well she sure had a lot to say. About how much of a whore you turned into after being a little tease.”

You closed your eyes suddenly feeling sick. You shouldn’t let it get to you. You knew it but fuck. This is why you didn’t do this. You didn’t need the drama.

“Dude, fuck off,” you finally said wrapping your arms around yourself as tried walking away again, trying to tune out whatever shit was spewing out of his mouth.

Promising yourself that you wouldn’t cry. Eyes finally catching Colin’s as he did a grin spread and then quickly fell from his face. Standing around the same girl from earlier. At least he managed to keep up with her.

He started walking towards you without a word and seeing his way was the only way towards the exit there was no avoiding him. That’s when you felt fingers grabbing at your wrist. Twisting your arm so you had no choice but to face him.

In between the, “you little sl-“ and Colin pushing him away from you, you’d ended knocking into someone. Beer spilling on the front of your dress. Way to make a shitty moment even worse guys. This was a fucking loan. Thanks for that. Fuck tonight just wasn’t your night huh.

“I’m so sorry,” a drunk girl slurred, putting her hands on your shoulders.

“No it’s okay,” you sighed feeling your eyes prickle with tears. Fuck you hated it. Your chest suddenly feeling tight. You had to get the fuck out of here.

As soon as you made it to the elevator you took a deep breath. Closing your eyes and leaning down the wall as the doors closed.

“What the hell was that?” Colin said. You squeezed your eyelids. The little bit of frustration that had left, coming back in an instant. “Did he hurt you?” He asked, grabbing your hand. “What the hell happened?”

“Stop,” you said, snatching it away. “Just… stop.” Your heart felt like it was sinking into your chest. You just wanted to eat and shower snd sleep. Fine fuck it. Shower and sleep. You’ll eat in the morning. You just wanted Colin to stop following you and for him to shut up.

“Hey!” He stopped you as soon as you got off. “What’s wrong? Just tell me what happened.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to pretend to care okay.” You shrugged. “You weren’t thinking about me ten minutes ago.”

“What do you mean I was looking all over for you,” he said furrowing his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes again. Ugh it felt like you couldn’t stop. “Yeah, it sure looked like it.”

“I was. You can ask Ryan and James. Alyssa was helping me.”

“Do you think I’m fucking stupid, Colin?” You asked raising your eyebrow. “I get it. We messed around and you’re a fuckboy or whatever. It’s not like I was expecting to be different or something. You do this all the time. That’s fine but you don’t have to pretend like you give a shit. And I’m the fucking idiot for thinking you would because I thougt-” your voice broke as you just shook your head and walked away.

Colin stood there looking stunned. Feeling like he was one second away from puking. Finally taking a deep breath when he realized that if he didn’t catch up to you know you’d get into a taxi without him.

“Wait, Y/N,” he called out.

But you didn’t turn around. Heart thumping in your chest. You blew out your cheeks and rested your head against the window. Feeling there was a lump in your throat.

You felt like such a baby. All teary eyed in a cab. Red eyed as you made your way to your room. Crying in the shower. Then not stopping as you settled into bed. And for what. You fucking up the one thing you always told yourself. Listening to your stupid vagina. And your heart as much as you hated to admit it.

Not only was it stressful to think about what this would do for the band, but you and Colin had really built up the best connection. Now what happens. You’re not gonna get that with someone else. And that was the worst part.

Your eyes were so heavy, but you were suddenly so awake. All that complaining about being tired. Now look you can’t even sleep. Your head felt too heavy. Nose too stuffy, too.

You scrolled through your phone. And may or may not have done a small dive into who this Alyssa girl could be. Then message after message started rolling in now that it was a little passed midnight. You’d get to them in the morning. You’d also stole his weed pen so you could relax a little bit.

So. Sucks to be him.

That’s when you heard the door open. Stomach flipping and mouthing, ‘fuck.’ Dropping your phone because if you could pretend you were asleep maybe he’d leave you fuck alone. Ugh he probably got the key from the front desk.

The television was still on and it’s not like he’d never walked in on you sleep in front of the TV before so he’d think nothing of it. Your back was facing the door so it’s not like he could see you. You’ll take your chances.

You heard crinkling and him shuffling a little, but you were mostly trying to be quiet. A few moments later you heard him getting down on his knees beside you. “Hey,” he whispered into your ear before kissing your temple.

Nope. Go away.

“I know you’re awake you little thief.” He chuckled, but then stopped when he realized you clearly weren’t giving in. Turning over away from him. Colin took a deep breath. “Babe, I’m sorry.”

Your eyebrow raised. Okay so maybe you weren’t expecting that.

“I’m sorry I lost you tonight,” he sighed. “I’m sorry for not talking about things sooner. And if I made you think there was anything going on with me and Alyssa. Who does not like me by the way. She’s into Ryan,” he added, with a chuckle.

You snorted out a laugh. “Seriously?” Finally breaking your silence.

“Uh huh.” He laughed. “I know right. They kept dragging me between them once he found out. I felt like I was in fucking middle school.”

Then it got quiet.

“I’m sorry if I made you think you were just a booty call,” he finally said.

Your eyes opened, but you still didn’t turn to face him. You weren’t really sure what you were supposed to say or do if you did.

“You have always been more than a booty call. I get that I’ve done things before, but I’d never treat you like that. Why do you think we haven’t had sex. I couldn’t have our first time be on that gross fucking couch.”

… fair.

Ugh.

UGH.

You wanted to pull his hair. Not even in the sexy way. He was so annoying. Why couldn’t you just have been asleep so you could have been mad at him for a little longer.

Colin didn’t wait for you to respond as he got in behind you. Scooping you into his arms from behind. “You’re my best friend, Baby. I’d never fuck us up. I don’t wanna lose you.” Then he started kissing your cheek softly.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumbled, but still didn’t turn over.

“Maybe,” he said. “But it’s cuz I can’t stand when you’re mad at me.” He sighed wrapping you up in his arms. “Remember that one time? And it was just over lyrics.” He chuckle. Then when he realized you weren’t laughing he sighed again. “I promise I’ll make tomorrow better. Well today. Or whatever. You know what I mean.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t run in here on some I have to be the first shit.” You finally turned to look at him and he was quick to kiss your forehead. Eyes ask puffy. Nosy really stuffy. He didn’t care. Just wanted to have his lips on you.

“I am, but now I can’t stop apologizing.” He chuckled. “I really am sorry.”

“We can work on your road to forgiveness plan.”

“As long as you’re the one paving it I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so corny.”

“Maybe.” He chuckled. “I’m just trying to get you to smile.”

You sniffled. God he was so annoying. “I know.”

He looked at you softly before swiping his lips across yours. “Okay now I’m gonna be the first person. Happy birthday, Baby.”

Another sniffle as you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling softly. “Thank you. How do you know you’re the first?”

“Oh you’re cool because all our little fan girls are wishing you a happy birthday,” he said with a laugh.

“You’re just jealous.”

“Never. You deserve it.”

“Stop being such a fucking sap right now.” You whined pushing him away.

“Nope. I actually have a surprise for you,” he said, letting go so he could get out of bed. “No peeking!” Then he kissed your cheek again.

Of course you weren’t gonna listen, but since he wasn’t made of glass you couldn’t see. His body blocking whatever view you may have had. Just heard the flicker of a lighter.

“So, I was gonna go with the old fashioned flowers and chocolate for an apology,” he started. “But since it’s your birthday,” he said as he turned around with a little cake in his hands, freshly lit numeral candles on top.

As he softly started to sing happy birthday you felt yourself tearing up again. Of course he had to do something like this. Sappy asshole. Just had to make it impossible to stay mad at him.

Now you were sitting with your legs criss crossed applesauce across from him. Not being able to help the smile that spread across your face.

“Make a wish, Baby,” he said. As you blew out the flame he looked at you softly. That same stupid romantic look in his eyes. And it was like you couldn’t help yourself as you started to lean in. Lips connecting and it almost felt relieving.

Colin pulled away for a minute to set the cake on the night stand. Going back to you he pull you onto his lap. Lips moving against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck then put your hands in his hair.

He laid you down. Thumb stroking your cheek. Tongues finally meeting. Kisses deep. Now sleep was the farthest thing from your mind. You just wanted to feel him.

All of the thoughts about how that was it had melted away. If he was going to be serious about this than you wanted it. Wanted him. “Colin,” you whimpered. His lips going against your throat.

“What do you want, Baby?” He asked in a whisper.

“You.”

Clothes started to be removed. Hands and lips going to intimate spots. Like between your legs as he made sure your pussy would be ready for him. His mouth touching you just how you needed. Moans and sighs spilling from your lips.

“Y/N, Baby,” he whispered as he wrapped his arm around your leg so he could spread you open for him. Getting snug between your thighs as he lined himself up. “You sure? We don’t have-“

You cut him off with a kiss. He obviously got the message as he started to push into you. The head of his cock already making your head spin.

“Colin,” you whimpered against his lips.

“That’s it,” he said. “It’s okay. I got you.”

You nodded and moaned, foreheads resting against each other. Looking into those soft blue eyes as he inched in. “Ah,” you squeaked.

“You’ve got this,” he whispered into your ear as he finally bottomed out. Staying still for a moment so you could could used to him. Fuck he was big. You don’t think you’d ever felt this full before.

Hips rocking slowly as his lips went back to yours again. “Colin,” you whimpered again.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he looked down at you.

“More?”

“Tell me what you do want, Baby. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Harder. Please.” Fuck you felt desperate. He was just filling you up so good. Just how you needed him.

He pressed his lips to yours as he started getting deeper. Rolling his hips into yours. Then pushing your arm above your head with his hands holding yours down.

“Right there!” You pulled away with a gasp.

“Where?” He asked into your ear not stopping what he was doing before pulling your earlobe between his teeth. Nibbling on it. Making your eyes go blurry.

“Oh,” you let out another little squeak. That wasn’t good enough for Colin, though. He wanted you to scream his name.

He raised up off of you. Getting on his knees and pushing your legs up by your ears. Hands on the back of your thighs.

Every time he went in, your body bounced from the force. Pussy squeezing him tight. He looked between you seeing the way your wetness covered him. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Pussy even prettier with my dick in it.”

Why was he doing this to you. Was it not enough that he was about to turn you inside out? He had to talk to you like that too. Why was he trying to ruin you like this. He was fucking you like he wanted to be the only man to fuck you. Maybe he did. Maybe you wanted him to be.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” You cried out

“That’s it. That’s what I like to fucking hear. Doing so good for me, Baby,” he groaned. “Gonna fuck you all night. Keep you full a me. Want that?”

“Uh huh,” was all you could say. Your orgasm was hitting you so hard. “Colin. I’m cumming.” It was like you were weeping. “Oh my god.”

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned as your pussy tightened around him. Orgasm gushing out of you. “That’s my girl,” he said as he put his hand on your clit. Coaxing it out even more. “Keep cumming for me, Baby. That’s it.”

It happened so quickly. One minute he was fucking into you and then the next his face was between your thighs. If he was trying to make you squirt he got his wish. Your legs shaking, body spasming as he forced you there.

You covered your eyes with your hand just as he pushed back into you. Where he grabbed your arm to push it up so you were no longer covered. “Don’t you ever cover yourself, you hear me,” he said as he started fucking into you again. “I want you to look at me when I make you cum.” He put his lips against your chin.

Fuck. This was gonna be a long night.

You don’t know how many times you’d orgasmed. Just that it felt like once they started they didn’t stop. Just the way he was getting you there and trying to keep you there was almost too much. As soon as he came in you, you were ready to pass out. Your body officially worn out. But forced yourself to use the bathroom before bed even though walking really didn’t seem like a great option at the moment.

Then you got back in his arms. Snuggling into him. Colin holding you tight. It felt like where you were supposed to be.

As the sunlight broke, you were so worn out that you stayed like that for a minute. Him waking up first with your head tucked under his chin. Yawning and checking the time. Not that he cared. He’d stay like this for as long as you wanted him to.

When you started to stir, he nuzzled you with his nose. Kissing your forehead gently. “Morning, Birthday Girl,” he whispered in a raspy voice.

You moaned and stretched. Putting your head in his neck again. “Not yet.”

He chuckled. “We have to get to brunch.”

“There’s always dinner. I’m tired.”

He smacked your butt. “No, no, no. I’m not letting you sleep the day away. I gotta make up for yesterday.”

“Make up for yesterday by being my pillow. And we can have sex in between.”

Colin laughed softly. “As tempting as that is, we gotta get up.”

You took a deep breath out your nose. “Fine, but I get to pick off your plate.”

“When do you not?” He rubbed your back. Colin reached over to grab his phone to check the time. “Wait, what the fuck,” he chuckled.

“What?” You asked, with a yawn.

“James said, ‘I’m happy for you guys really but we’re going to breakfast without you if you don’t hurry up. Happy birthday y/n.”

You laughed. “What?”

“The one before it was stop having sex we’re hungry. Ryan said, ‘Colin stop being the Yoko Ono of this ba-‘I’m the Yoko On- oh now they’re fighting about it.”

You snorted. “They’re gonna argue about this all day, aren’t they?”

“Yeah probably.” Colin laughed.

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thegremlincrowsnest · 3 years

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Good Vibes - A Stripper!Kiri x Reader AU NSFW

This is my contribution to the Magic Mike Collab by the illustrious Angelashido

CW: Use of pussy, clit, cunt. Daddy used in a sexual context,

Disclaimer: All Reader inserts are brown and ftm trans! Reader will have he/him pronouns. All characters are over 18. Minors DNI!

“Good Boys listen to daddy don’t they, my darlin.’”

Those words rang through your head almost every day you went to work.

The deep bass of his voice, the warmth of his hands, the hungry look in his eye.

They all haunted your dreams since you started working at Fatgum’s Farm. A southern farm themed strip club where the servers and performers dressed as either cowboys, farm hands, or farm animals. Your “uniform” was a cow printed bikini with a matching tail, ears, and horns. The straps dug into the plush flesh of your brown hips and sides, but you reveled in the stares you would get.

However, you weren’t the only one who had a liking for your outfit.

Eijiro Kirishima was one of the house favorites. A stripper who went by Red Riot, was very intrigued by your appearance. Tall and built like a house, he wore assless chaps, a black thong, and a cowboy hat. Besides the outfit leaving nothing to the imagination, he did love to tease you. Letting his hand slip ever so slightly lower as he walked by, would leave you with a lingering warmth for the rest of the night.

He’s a sweet man though, always walking you to your car and taking care of any customers who got too handsy. Although you never did complain the few times he had to pretend to be your boyfriend. One time in particular, actually. You had a customer gripping your wrist, begging for a kiss, and refusing to let go. Eijiro came up behind you, pulling the man’s hand off of you before putting a protective grip on your waist. Your mind went blank for a moment, feeling his solid body pressed against your side as his fingers dug into the meat of your hip.

“-you go along now baby.” A voice said, shaking you out of your fog. You stood there for a moment before a strong hand gripped your cheeks gently. Turning your face to him, his grip lowered onto your ass.

He gripped it tightly as he spoke. “Good boys, listen to daddy, ‘ight darlin’?” He asked with a low growl. His eyes quickly darted down to your slightly puckered lips, thick and painted red, before looking back up into your eyes.

“Y-yes sir.” Was all you could say before running off to the back to cool yourself off.

That was weeks ago and since then you’ve had your fun with teasing him. Grinding your ass against his bulge “accidentally”, pressing your breast against him with soft groans laced into whatever you were suggesting. Every time, you saw his crimson eyes darken and he licked his lips, looking at your display with hunger. He would recuperate, grabbing your ass as he walked by or snapping the straps of your bikini bottoms against your ass just to see your fat ripple. Today, however, you decided to try and make a move. The two of you were closing for the evening and were the last to leave.

As you walked into the back to change you saw Ejiro standing outside of the entrance. “Ya know you don’t hafta wait outside when it's the two of us right?” You comment to him as you walk inside.

“I know but my mamas raised me to be respectful,” he replies as he walks closer, leaning against a nearby locker as he begins to scroll on his phone. You smirked as you began to strip in front of him, as your back turned to him you felt his eyes trail down your back. Usually, you just threw on some sweats and changed at the house. But tonight you wanted to see how far you could push him. As you pulled off your bra you turned back to him, placing your hands on your hips you smirked. He was standing awkwardly against the locker, face buried in his phone with the faintest of blush dusting his cheeks. “Don’t tell me ya never saw a pretty body naked have ya Eiji?” You taunt as you walk closer to him. Only coming up to his chest you giggled as you pressed up against him.

His breath caught in his chest as he looked down at you. “Now doll… I know we’ve been teasing each otha for a while not..” He started, gripping your chin to keep your eyes on his. “But if ya want this I warn ya… I aint gentle,” he finishes lowly. You can only giggle and bite the inside of your cheek.

"Who says I want it to be soft?” You retort.

Suddenly you’re lifted up and pressed against the lockers by strong arms as a pair of soft lips are pressed against yours. You moan into his kiss as his large hands grip the fat of your thighs and ass. “Fuck baby, do ya know how hard it is for me to just sit by and watch as these hips swing by my stage,” he growls. You can’t get a word out as he sticks two thick fingers into your mouth. Soft whimpers echo through the changing room as your drool drips down his hand. He pulls them out and kisses you gently before slowly sliding a finger inside of you. He groans lowly as he feels how tight you are, your pussy clenches around his finger, desperately trying to suck him in. You stay like this, him stretching you slowly as he adds one more finger, scissoring you apart as he watches your face. How it contorts, how your eyes cross slightly as he feels your sweet spot, it all goes straight to his cock.

“Look at you..taking my fingers like a good little boy should,” he remarks as he looks down at the absolute mess you’ve made. He gently lays you down on a nearby bench, taking off his sweatshirt and folding it up before placing it underneath your hips. You watch as he slides off his pants and boxers, drool escaping you slightly as you watch his cock slowly reveal itself. Thick as heavy that even with it fully hard it can barely stand by itself. He positions himself between your legs, tapping his cock against your pussy. He smirks as he hears your voice hitch, feeling how heavy it is. He looks at you with concerned eyes, studying your face for any sign of discomfort only to find lust-blown eyes looking back at him. He grips your thighs tightly as they push them up to your chest. Your pussy clenches as you feel his fingers sink into the fat of your thighs. He slowly pushes in, biting his lip as he feels the hot, tight walls of your entrance. You reach up, digging your nails into his arms as his grip tightens on your hips.

Eiji gives you only a moment to rest before he pulls out, watching as your lips grip his shaft, glistening from how wet you are. He can’t help the deep growl in his chest as he pushes back in. He picks up the pace, leaning down on his forearms he leans his forehead against yours. The slapping of his balls against your ass echoes loudly. “God damn… you’re so fucking tight-ngh- didn’t think you could take me so well,” he moans out.

You let out a shaky laugh as your legs tighten around his waist. “D-didn’t know you thought so little oh fuck yes of me Eiji~” You replied. Your mixed juices dripped down the curve of your ass, adding to the explicit sounds coming from your rendezvous. To keep himself quiet he buries his face in the crook of your neck, biting and marking his way down to your chest.

Your whines grew louder as you felt the head of his cock hit your most sensitive spot. Your back arched and your nails drew blood from how hard they scratched down his shoulders. “Ah there it is~” He remarks as he sits up a bit, angling his thrusts to keep hitting your sweet pot. Absolutely enamoured by how fucked out you look, eyes crossed and drool dropping from the corner of your mouth, he can see the beginnings of hickeys bloom across your warm brown skin. It made his cock throb. “You’re all mine baby boy, no one else can have this tight pussy except me,” he announced as he began to thrust faster. Rubbing your clit in slow stuff movements he can’t help but smile seeing how your body reacts to the softest of touches. You can barely respond, only nodding your head and whimpering as you feel the knot in your loins tighten. “Gonna cum for me baby? Go on, I’m feelin’ nice today,” he remarks as he feels your pussy tighten around him. He thrusts faster, pinching and rubbing your clit along with his thrusts as he watches your face. You turn your head as you feel yourself about to climb over the edge before you feel a strong hand grip your chin. “Now now. Good boys look at daddy when they cum, I wanna see those eyes cross when ya squirt on my cock,” he commands. His smirk, usually holding warmth and comfort, throws you over the edge with a loud moan. Holding onto him like your life depended on it, you can’t help the cacophony of noises that spilled from your lips. He doesn’t relent, continuing to pound away at your quivering entrance.

“E-eiji nngj s-sensitive,” you moaned out, hot tears streaming down brown cheeks as you tried to move away from his powerful thrusts.

“Shh baby let daddy use you a little bit longer,” he comments as he hooks your legs over his shoulders as he holds your face gently. His large palms squish your cheeks gently as he speeds up his thrusts, your toes curl, and your body quakes as you feel his cock throb inside of you. Looking up at him with unfocused eyes you hold onto his wrists.

“C-cum inside daddy~ please~” You squeaked. That broke him, holding you close to him he unloaded inside of you, groaning loudly he humps against you. Feeling his cock throb and pulse as rope after rope of cum unloads inside of your tight cunt.

He keeps your bodies close together, kissing your face and lips gently as he asks how you're feeling. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I sweetheart?” He asks as he wipes away tears. You shake your head and lean into his touch.

“No no...that was exactly what I wanted,” you replied. He chuckles as he lets your legs down gently, rubbing your hips and joints to ease the tension.

“Good. Cause as soon as I get you home, you’re gonna need to call off tomorrow.”

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calpalirwin · 3 years

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Permanent Vacation

Summary: Calum falls for a musician.

A/N: I just really wanted an excuse to use Arrows in Action newest releases in a fic. (They’re bangers. You should go give ‘em a listen.)

Word Count: 2.8k

And away, and away we go!

The sun was hot as it beat down on my neck, the line for the beerstand long, and the noises of people chatting excitedly were loud in my ears. But I didn’t care in the slightest. After the isolating shitshow that was quarantine, I was more than happy to be out at a festival with, wait for it, live fuckin’ music. The only way I could be happier was if my band was in the lineup, but this was still a pretty close second. To be surrounded by musicians and people who loved music was a breath of fresh air after so long. A breath of very hot fresh air. But still.

Behind me I heard the girlish giggling and whispers of my name, which drew the attention of the group in front of me: three guys, and a girl around my own age, two of the guys a good shoulder and head taller than the other man and girl. The shortest of the guys whispered, “Could you imagine if we got noticed like that?”

The tall brunette’s eyes went wide as he pulled a face and shook his head. “No, thanks. I think I’d cry.”

The other tall one with purple hair laughed loudly, “Aw, c’mon, that would be rad! His band’s not even in the lineup and he still gets recognized. Could you imagine?”

“He has a name, and can hear you, J,” the girl hissed with a playful eye roll. Then, she flashed me a smile before calling out in a loud voice, “Hey, man! Good to see ya! How ya been?” to me, before taking a step forward and stretching up to wrap her arm around my shoulders like we were old friends. “Just go with it,” she added under her breath. “Nobody’ll bug you for pictures and autographs if you’re with a bigger group.”

“Thanks,” I laughed at her rescue attempt. “But it’s fine if they do. I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but they can at least let you buy a fuckin’ beer first.”

“Well, thanks again,” I said, not sure of what else to say, or do so I let her pull me up with her friends who were all staring at her with I’m sure the same look of soft shock I had on my own face.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She let go of me as she started introducing her friends to me. “And this is Jesse.”

“Hello,” the tall one with purple hair smiled warmly.

“That’s Matt,” she nudged the other tall one.

“Hey.”

“And this is Vic,” she finished, looking at the shortest man who waved.

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Calum,” I said, then realized how stupid that was. “But, you already knew that, huh?”

Y/N grinned, holding her thumb and index finger close together. “Just a smidge. But it’s cool. So, any bands you’re particularly excited to see?”

“The Maine and All Time Low mostly. I’m a huge fan of The Maine, and All Time Low are friends of mine.”

“Both are great bands. And the All Time Low guys are good friends to have, for sure.”

“Oh, you know them?”

“Yeah, we worked with them a few times.”

“Worked with? Fellow musicians, huh?”

She laughed. “We’re up and comers, yeah.”

“Your cool aunt’s favorite band,” Jesse grinned at me.

Y/N laughed more at the confused look that crossed my face. “That’s one of his favorite ways to refer to us. Like we’re the band you find out from word of mouth from the cool relative that’s always discovering new music.”

“Ah,” I said, nodding in understanding. “Been there. Are you guys in the lineup?”

“Yup!” she chirped happily as we got to the front of the line. “5 beers, please,” she told the person working the counter.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” I tried to decline, reaching quickly for my wallet.

“Relax, it’s just a beer,” she told me, passing me one of the cups being placed on the counter.

“Well, thanks,” I said, raising the cup and taking a sip. “I’ll getcha guys next time.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she grinned around the rim of her own cup. “Enjoy your beer, Cal. See ya around.”

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I took the last swallow from my beer, cursing myself for not having stopped her to get the name of her band, or at the very least her last name. But before I had a chance to get the words out, I’d been bombarded with requests from fans for pictures, engaging in small conversations with them, and by the time I was done, Y/N was long gone.

So I resigned myself to walking around the festival grounds, my head reeling. It wasn’t often a woman pretended to be my friend to rescue me from the onslaught of fans. In fact, I couldn’t recall one time that's ever happened. I also wasn’t used to being bought drinks, even if I was still fully intending to return the favor. Although that would require me to find her first. But something told me that wouldn’t be too difficult.

I was grateful I’d come on my own, and not with Ashton who would have no doubt teased me about how hooked I was on the girl. The cynic with a crush? Whatever were the odds? And was it even technically a crush when I’d only interacted with her for maybe five minutes? Okay, maybe Ashton being around wouldn’t be the worst thing if he could help me make sense of the jumble of thoughts in my head. The way that man could bounce from crush to crush almost seamlessly was enough to give me a case of whiplash.

I sighed as I tossed my cup in the trash. Whether or not it was a crush was still to be determined. All I knew was that I liked her energy, and wanted to see her again. And… that was a crush, wasn’t it? God. Fuckin’. Damn it.

A guitar chord rang out loudly, and there was a mad dash of people running towards the stage. Slowly I pushed my way through the crowd of people towards the front, grinning when I noticed it was her on stage, and grinning even more when I noticed the instrument in her hand. A bassist? Fuck, I was definitely in trouble now.

The shortest of the men, Vic, I recalled, started singing, with the other three providing backup harmony on the chorus. Until they got to the bridge that was all Y/N, her voice ringing out “Tomorrow’s a nightmare, I’m dreaming today. And my head is haunted, the past just can’t stay. The devil you know, yeah he comes and he goes. I’m selfish, and vapid, I hide in my prose!” before they launched into the final chorus.

“What up, Anaheim?!” Vic yelled into his mic to a scream of cheers and applause. “We’re Arrows in Action, and that was our newest single, Only Be Mine. I’m Vic. We got Matt over here on guitar. Jesse’s on the drums. And Y/N’s over there on bass. We got a few more songs for you all. And if you’re an awesome crowd, we might have a special treat for ya at the end of our set. Sound good?”

We answered him in whoops of cheers and loud applause, causing them all to grin as they launched into their next song.

They played seamlessly through about three more songs, enjoying the feeling of playing live in front of people again, before Y/N whooped into her own mic. “Whoo! It’s hot! Anyone else hot? Y’all staying hydrated out there?” she asked us, before flickering her gaze across the stage at Matt who was wiping his forehead. “You good, Matt?”

“Dude, it’s like a million degrees up here,” he commented, before taking a huge swig from a water bottle.

Y/N laughed. “Right. Y’all gotta understand. Matt’s from the cold states. Then there’s Vic and I who are California natives, technically, right Vic?”

“Yeah, I was born here. But I didn’t live here as long as you did.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So Vic and I are used to the heat. Matt, not so much. And Jesse? How you doing back there, J?”

“Me?” the drummer pointed at himself in confusion “Oh, I’m great!”

“Great enough to give this crowd a real surprise?” she asked, her voice laced with playful trouble, as she looked at all her bandmates. “C’mon, boys what do ya say? Wanna give this crowd something special before we go?”

Again, we all cheered and applauded as encouragement for whatever surprise they had in mind. “Alright!” Vic laughed. “Alright, you wanna go ahead and introduce it then?”

She smiled wide as she turned towards us. “Alright, everybody! We’re Arrows in Action. We’ve had a great time with y’all! So, as a thank you, we’re gonna play a new song that we haven’t released yet. Is that cool with you?” She laughed as she awaited the response of screaming, whistles, and applause. “Alright. This is called Permanent Vacation, which will be available on all listening platforms this Friday. Let’s go!”

Matt started playing a series of chords that sounded incredibly familiar, while the other three clapped to the beat. But right before the lyrics were supposed to come in, Vic started talking into his mic. “Wait, wait, wait!” he laughed. “I don’t know the lyrics to this!”

“So it’s just like every other song,” Y/N teased him with her own laugh.

“Nah, I think it’s cuz that one’s not ours.”

“Be rad if it was though,” she said, and I swear she shot me a wink. “Alright, alright. So, that one’s not ours. But this one definitely is. And it’s definitely called Permanent Vacation. And it’s out Friday.”

A new guitar and drum beat started up and Vic immediately started singing, again with the rest of the band providing back up vocals until the bridge where it was all Y/N. A soft build before a wild yell that would have torn my own vocal chords to shreds.

“I’m locked and loaded, fire away! Permanent vacation from my brain. Extend my stay another day. Far from home, not alone,” they all finished with a flurry of chords. “Thank you!” Vic croaked into the mic. “Thank you guys so much! We’re Arrows in Action, enjoy the rest of your night!”

With tired but happy smiles, they all bowed before exiting the stage. I moved to follow, but thought better of it, going to hit the drink stand first where I bought 5 beers and 4 waters. A small challenge, made slightly easier by the person working the stand putting the water bottles in a grocery bag for me. With that hanging off my arm, I held 2 beers in each hand, and my own in my teeth.

“Cal!” she laughed, her face flushed when I found them lounging in the grass. “You didn’t have to do that,” she told me as she rose to her feet to help me distribute the beers.

“I said I’d get the next round,” I offered up simply, setting down the bag and taking a seat with them all. “I brought you guys water, too.”

“You really didn’t have to do that,” she laughed, tossing the bottles out anyway, and sitting back down, this time next to me.

“Shut up, Y/N, let the man do what he wants,” Jesse said, downing a water bottle in 2 gulps before turning his attention to his beer. “You’re rad. Thank you.”

“For real, man. This was really cool of you,” Vic said.

“Yeah, huge thanks,” Matt nodded.

“What they said, I guess,” Y/N laughed again, following Jesse’s lead of downing her water bottle before going for her beer. “Fuck,” she sighed. “That’s good. Thank you, really.”

“Happy to do it,” I answered. “That set was amazing, by the way. And that joke at the end was pretty clever. How long were you planning that?”

She giggled. “Uh, well Jesse and I are much more the 5sos fans than Matt and Vic are. But we’re all familiar with your music. And when we were writing the song, and settled on the title, I suggested that it would be funny to start playing your version if we ever got the chance to play it live. Which meant bugging Matt to learn the guitar parts.”

“So you’re the troublemaker of the band?” I guessed.

She shrugged, and hid behind the rim of her cup. “I mean… Depends on the day.”

We continued to lay in the grass, making small talk as we all finished our beers, before Jesse cleared his throat. “Uh… Matt, Vic. You guys wanna come with me to get a good spot for the rest of the acts?” he asked, the suggestion in his tone heavy.

Matt and Vic shared a look, before nodding. “Yeah, yeah of course,” they said, all three of them getting up.

“You assholes are just gonna leave me?” Y/N asked, looking up at them.

“Just come find us when you’re ready,” they winked. “Thanks again for the beers, Cal.”

“Assholes,” she muttered again as they all made themselves scarce. “Sorry about them.”

I laughed, waving it off. “Nah, it’s cool. And kinda nice, maybe?”

“Oh?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Uh…” her face flushed. “I mean…” she started to stammer. “Yeah. Yeah.”

I gave a half chuckle, scratching at the back of my neck. “Look, it’s fine if you’re not… I mean, I figure you probably are if they did that for you, cuz they have no reason to do it for my sake. I mean, they’re your friends and bandmates, not mine. But I know a wing man set up when I see it. But if it’s more of a meddling wing man set up, like that’s fine,” I spilled out, before realizing I was rambling.

“No!” she rushed. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant at all!” She covered her face in her hands, groaning “Oh, this is so embarrassing…” Her hands moved to push through her hair as she took a long breath to steady herself. “Of course I like you, Cal. Like before I even met you. One of those embarrassing fangirl crush type of deals. And I mean, I’m a bassist in a punk band, so you’re also someone I idolize and take inspiration from.” Slowly her gaze lifted from her lap to lock onto mine. “And then I met you today. And you’re everything I thought you’d be. Thoughtful. Generous. A bit shy, and quiet at times. Nice. And it makes the crush that much stronger, and harder to deal with. Cuz now it’s real. And I feel like I know you. And it’s just… Ugh, it spirals from there, ya know?”

“A good spiral, or a bad spiral?”

“Bit of both? Like the insecurities in me say that you’re an A-list celebrity, while I’m more of like… not an A-lister. My band’s not on the same level yours is. I mean, we play bars and small day festivals. You sell out stadiums and have world tours. There’s a clear discrepancy. But then, another part of me doesn’t give a shit about that. It sees how we’re like-minded. It sees all the ways we click, and all the ways we could work. And that’s where the cocky part comes in, where it sees the like-mindedness and the reasons we could work, and calls you an idiot if you can’t see it too. That, uh, screwed up defense mechanism of it being your loss, ya know?”

“Mhm.”

She sighed. “Sorry. I said a lot. Point is, I do like you. And, that’s that.”

“So the ball’s in my court?”

“Only if you want it to be. And if you don’t, then no. There’s no ball. No court. Just two people who have a few things in common.”

“You wanna hear what I think?”

“Go for it.”

“I think your friends left us for 2 reasons. 1 being that they’re loyal to you, and know how you feel about me. 2 being that they’re also guys. Which gives them a pretty good insight for how I’m feeling too.”

“Uh-huh…” she nodded slowly. “And how you’re feeling is…?”

I could have said the words. But I settled for leaning in, brushing my lips softly against hers for the sweetest of moments, listening to the way her next breath got stuck in her throat. I pulled away, smiling softly at her and shrugging my shoulders.

She traced her lips with her thumb, bewilderment written on her face. “Okay, you really didn’t have to do that.”

“Relax,” I chuckled, stealing her words from earlier. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Well, thanks. I’ll, uh, getcha next time.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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