#it happened in nashville series

[aflame4goinghome]

Bad Reputation

s.f.k. x reader

chapter one

Series Summary: As a local jazz pianist in Nashville, you never fear being in the spotlight. Living in the same city, you’ve become very familiar with Sam Kiszka, a young musician who’s managed to gain a bad reputation in the city and throughout the country within his band’s fanbase. You’ve always just ignored Sam’s promiscuous and impulsive ways, but when you’re approached by the band to help repair his image, you’re given an offer you can’t refuse.

Word Count: 6k

Chapter Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex, mentions of smoking (tobacco & marijuana), flirting, arguing, sexual tension… you get it ;) (no smut… yet)

A/N: Hi guys! I’m so excited to share this series with you all. The idea came to me and I think it really ended up so good, I can’t wait for you to read it. Let me know in the comments or in my messages if you want to be added to the taglist for this series! See you soon :)

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The club was dark and crowded as you entered through the front door and made your way backstage to begin setting up. Your shoulders brushed past other people in the crowd, making it difficult for you to get to the back. On your way there, you paused for a moment, deciding to stop at the bar first for a much-needed drink.

“Hey, Sebastian!” you said, leaning over the bar as you greeted the bartender. You’ve been playing here for so many years, these guys were some of the closest friends you’ll ever have.

“Y/N, hey! Need a pick-me-up?” he said, turning his attention to you fully for a moment as the bar was bustling with other customers. Better make this quick.

“Can I just get a double rum and coke? Only a little bit of ice in it,” you asked, smiling politely as he nodded and began making your drink.

You take a second to look around the club as you wait, feeling a bit nervous as you take in how many people are actually there. You’ve played big crowds before, sure, but tonight felt extra intimidating for some reason.

You had sensed for a few months now that your big break might be coming soon, at least that’s what you’d hoped. You’ve grown to be quite popular in the greater Nashville area, but your reach hasn’t gone much further than that. You hope to branch off and move to New York one day, to play there professionally full-time.

For now, though, you make your living by playing gigs weekly, posting your music online, and taking a few brand deals here and there. It’s working well, and you make enough money to get by, but you’re not entirely fulfilled.

“Double rum and coke for the lovely lady,” Sebastian said, sliding your drink across the bar toward you with a smile. You return his smile and take it in your hand, tipping it toward him as a thank you.

“Thanks, Seb. I’ll be back later, you know I’m gonna need it,” you muttered, taking a long swig of your drink before squeezing your way through the rest of the crowd and finally making it to the backstage door.

Pushing the door open, you turned the corner toward your usual dressing room and started to set yourself up. You take your coat off, place it on the small couch with your tote bag, and then turn to the mirror to touch up your makeup before you take the stage in 15 minutes. You hear the door crack open, so you turn your head to look and see who it is.

“There you are, Lucy!” you exclaimed, moving to the door to greet her with a hug. “Where the hell have you been? I didn’t see you at the bar before.”

“Sorry, babe, Seb had me refilling the kegs downstairs for him… lazy bastard,” she scoffed, moving past you to plop down on the couch. “That’s a man’s job! That shit is so heavy!” You chuckle at her, finishing off your drink and then turning back to the mirror to finish applying your lipstick.

“He’s building up your strength, Luce! What happened to equal rights?” you laughed, making eye contact with her in the mirror as she rolled her eyes at you.

“Whatever, Y/N. I don’t see you lifting any heavy things,” she mutters, crossing her arms and throwing her head back.

Lucy was probably your best friend in the whole city. You met her in high school, being in the same jazz band class together, and immediately clicked. She works at Seb’s jazz club part-time as a bartender and server, which is how you started playing there. You play plenty of gigs at other places too, but this place became your regular haunt, thanks to Lucy’s help. She asked Sebastian to give you a chance to audition 4 years ago, and you’ve been playing there ever since.

The two of you live together in a little apartment in Midtown, only a couple blocks away from the club. After graduating high school, Lucy decided to go to Belmont for journalism while you ended up just starting to work on your music full-time. You made ends meet and helped pay rent while Lucy went to school, and she’s worked to make it up to you ever since.

She’s in her last semester of graduate school now at Vanderbilt, getting a business degree with hopes of founding a newspaper of her own one day. At 24, she seems like she’s finally getting her life together, but for you, it feels like you’re only just getting started. You try not to compare yourself to her or anyone else, which was something your mother always nagged you about. You knew she was right, but you can’t help it.

Despite all of that, you’re sure that you’ll break into the industry soon. Seb had planned to hook you up with his buddy who works in one of the recording studios downtown to get you in and record your own stuff. He’s just waiting on your word to tell him that the album is ready, but you haven’t been able to finish it for the life of you. You’re not sure if it’s fear or perfectionism, but it just doesn’t feel finished to you yet. For now, you’re filling your time with gig after gig, hoping to find inspiration.

“Stop sulking in here and get back to work, I have to be out there in 5,” you say, turning around to give her a stern look. She scoffs at you and then stands up, walking out the door.

“Break a leg!” she shouts as she rounds the corner, leaving you alone once more.

You have to admit that you’re feeling nervous. You compiled a few originals to test out tonight with the crowd, hoping to get some excited reactions to some stuff that you planned to include in your record. You had a few classics in the setlist too, including your favorite arrangements of Misty and Lullaby of Birdland, to make sure that the crowd doesn’t get too lost. But you hope that you’re new stuff will keep them captivated.

You take a deep breath, brushing your hands down your dress a few times to straighten it out and taking one last look in the mirror before exiting the dressing room and heading toward the stage. You hear Seb announce your name as you turn the corner and stride onto the stage, flashing a quick smile at the crowd before sitting down at the piano.

The crowd hushed as your fingers plinked out the first few notes, and then you started your first piece. Your hands glided across the keys with ease as you closed your eyes, getting lost in the music. Your first original piece went off without a hitch, the crowd cheering loudly at your extensive solo. They were enraptured by the covers you chose and your confidence was truly shining brightly off of you.

The set ended as quickly as it began and the club erupts in applause as you played the last note and stood up to take a bow. You look out into the crowd and see your friends back at the bar, flashing them a wide smile. Your eyes pan across the rest of the room, seeing all of the people cheering for you. This was what you were made for, you were sure of it. This is what you’re meant to do.

As your eyes stop at the back corner of the room, your expression quickly drops when you see the group at the large booth. It was a group of men from a band that you were very familiar with, bumping elbows at all the music venues in Nashville. It wasn’t the band specifically that you had a problem with, but just one specific man who always gave you trouble. Sam Kiszka.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, flashing one more smile at the crowd before rushing backstage to your dressing room. You were so not in the mood for his antics tonight, not after putting on such a good show. The rest of his brothers, you could deal with, but not him. You refuse to let him tear down the confidence in yourself that you only just built up.

You grabbed your things in your dressing room and then hurried back out to the bar, needing to get a refill on your drink before even attempting to socialize with anybody.

“Seb– another, please. Pour it heavy,” you lament, resting your elbows on the bar and putting your head in your hands. You hear him chuckle as he starts your drink and you let out a low groan.

“I take it you saw them, then?” Lucy said, leaning against the bar next to you. You nodded as your head still sat in your hands, not bothering to look up at her. “Y/N, they’re really not that bad, I don’t understand what your problem is.” Your head shot up and you glared at her frustratedly.

“Not that bad? Sam takes every opportunity he can to belittle my music and talent every time I see him,” you scoffed, taking your drink from Seb and taking a long sip. “And when he’s not berating me, he’s trying to get in my pants.” Lucy rolls her eyes, stepping behind the bar to grab some drinks and put them on her tray.

“As if I’d ever stoop that low. That man’s been in bed with every single woman in Nashville. Probably even taken women, too!” you ranted, crossing your arms and taking another sip.

“Just ignore him, babe. I know the rest of them would like to see you,” Lucy said, lifting the tray to rest on her shoulder. “These are their drinks. Just come with me.”

She walks away with the tray toward the other side of the club to find their table. You linger for a moment and then let out an annoyed groan, throwing back another sip before reluctantly following behind her.

You followed Lucy with your head down, trying not to look too eager or willing to go with her. As you approached the table, Josh was the first one to catch a glimpse of you, a toothy smile growing across his face.

“There she is, the woman of the hour,” Josh remarks, opening his arms wide to pull you in for a hug. You accept, squeezing him tightly before pulling away. You smiled shyly as the others greeted you as well, except Sam, of course. He was distracted, seemingly complimenting the top Lucy had on. Barf.

She’d already been there, done that, which isn’t exactly surprising. Your best friend always had an affinity for one-night stands, never really wanting to settle down or get too serious. You never cared at all, until she told you one morning that she went home with Sam after a show one night. She promised that she didn’t plan to do it again, claiming she used him just as much as he used her, and you left it at that.

She kept her word, never going home with him again, but that didn’t stop him from flirting with her every time he came in here. You rolled your eyes as you watched him glance down at her cleavage subtly, but not subtle enough for you not to notice. He finally notices you standing there, turning toward you with a smirk. Here we go.

“Y/N… that was quite the set,” Sam said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to their booth. Josh and Jake excuse themselves to go outside for a smoke, and Danny takes a seat back in the booth, scrolling on his phone. Alone, great.

“Thanks, I think,” you say sarcastically, taking a sip of your drink as you look up at him suspiciously. You didn’t trust that look on his face one bit, and you were determined to find out what he was up to.

“Oh, that wasn’t a compliment,” he said smugly. “If you’re gonna arrange music, at least write a song where the chord progressions actually make sense together.” He raises his beer bottle to his lips and tips his head back to take a sip. You scoff at him, trying to take a deep breath before you blow this entire thing out of proportion.

“Samuel, you wouldn’t know a good arrangement even if it hit you in your smug face,” you bit out, still doing your best to hold yourself back. You swing back the rest of your drink, letting the cold ice hit your lips before slamming it down on the table next to you. “It was a B flat and E flat blues. Who crowned you the king of jazz composition?”

His smirk grew wider across his face as his back left the wall and he began to tower over you. You sucked in a deep breath, wondering if you should've just kept your mouth shut, but frankly you didn’t care. His long hair frames his face as he looks down on you, his eyes dark and cold.

“I did,” he answered, his face growing uncomfortably close to yours. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.” His tongue skims his bottom lip as his eyes bore into yours. No. No. He is not gonna win this round.

“Is that why you enjoy bothering me so much?” you asked, keeping your eyes locked on his, insistent on not backing down. His lips turn upward into a smug smile as he leans back away from you, placing his back on the wall once more.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just think it’s fun,” he answers, smirking down at you.

“You’re such a fucking freak,” you scoff, crossing your arms. You notice a change in his eyes at your words, and you start to wonder if you took it too far.

“You’ve got no idea, sweetheart,” Sam says, stepping forward again to stand over you.

“Gross,” you mutter under your breath, looking up at him, trying to keep a straight face.

“Now, I don’t think you mean that,” Sam whispered, leaning down further to speak into your ear. “I think you like it, actually.”

“You wish,” you state, still maintaining eye contact. His mouth twitches and turns up into a smirk as one of his arms snakes around your waist.

“All that blushing you’re doing says otherwise, doll. Even in this dark club, you can’t hide it,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. Fuck.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. You watch silently as Sam puts his beer bottle down on the table and then reaches into the front pocket of his shirt, pulling out a lighter and a blunt. “C’mon Daniel, let’s go outside.”

Sam shoots you a wink before nodding his head in Danny’s direction and the two of them walk toward the front entrance. They pass the twins on their way out, who both turn to look at you with puzzled expressions as they sit down at the booth. You sit down next to Josh as you try to adjust the annoyed look that is so clearly plastered across your face.

“What the hell was that all about?” Jake asked, raising his eyebrow at you and taking a sip from his glass of whiskey sitting on the table. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, not even having an answer to give.

“The usual, of course. Can’t seem to leave me alone,” you muttered. The two of them let out a breathy laugh as Josh reaches over to put his arm around you.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about him, darling,” he offers, smoothing his fingers along your shoulder. “It’s all just show.”

“For it just being show, it sure does feel pretty insulting,” you say, fiddling with your fingers atop the table.

“You’ll adjust eventually,” Jake says. “We like havin’ you around, so don’t run off just yet.” A smile grows across your face at Jake’s subtle attempt at an olive branch.

“I’ll tough it out, I promise,” you answer. You suppose you can adjust to Sam’s antics to spend time with them. You could use all the friends in the industry as you could get.

“How long have you been playing piano?” Josh asks, taking a sip of his tequila soda.

“Oh, I started lessons when I was 6,” you answered with a smile.

“That’s sick, I started pretty young too,” Jake replies, resting his arms on the table. Bonding with successful musicians has been your dream and the fact that you’re getting along so well made you really happy.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard! Believe it or not, I am actually a bit of a fan of your band. Casually, of course,” you smile, trying to be chill about it. It wasn’t entirely a lie, you are just a casual fan, but you’ve definitely watched an interview or two as well, leading to you knowing more about them than you intended to.

“Oh, yeah? Which one of us is your favorite, huh?” Josh asks smugly, raising an eyebrow at you hopefully. God, the amount of testosterone in this room could be cut with a knife.

“Hmmm… Danny,” you jest, elbowing Josh softly. The three of you break out into laughter before you check your phone to see the time. 12:32 am. Yikes, it’s late.

“Well, I gotta head out, unfortunately,” you say, standing up from the booth. Before you had the chance to walk off, Josh stopped you.

“Hey, uh, we’re gonna be in the studio on Monday for a few hours to work on some new music… would you wanna stop by?” Josh asked, looking up at you hopefully. “It could be a cool way for you to get exposed to how the recording process works.”

“Oh, wow, that would be incredible!” you smiled. “That’s such a kind offer, thank you so much! I’ll definitely be there.”

“Perfect! I’ll text you the details,” he says with a smile, and you wave goodbye to them both and walk over to the bar to find Lucy.

“Ready to head out?” you ask, leaning over the bar toward her.

“Sure, let’s go!” she answers, turning around to grab her jacket and bag.

“God, I have so much to fill you in on…” you say as you walk out the door toward your apartment. You told her all about your brief run-in with Sam, and then Josh’s invitation to the studio as you walk down the street. She quite literally squeals when she hears the news.

“OH MY GOD, Y/N this could be it! This could be your big break!” she exclaimed as you turned the corner to the path to your building. “If you get in with their producers, this could really get you started! You have to make a good impression.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’m freaking out! I really can’t screw this up,” you said as you turn the key in the door.

“You could never screw it up, babe. They’re gonna love you, I promise,” Lucy reassured you, hugging you tightly before branching off to her own bedroom.

All you had to do was get through the weekend, and then the day of your dreams will be all yours. Fuck, you don’t have anything prepared! As you shut the door to your bedroom, you rushed to sit down at your keyboard, turning it on. You pulled out your phone and opened the voice memos app, pressing start and then setting it down. You have to get a good demo down if you want to impress the producers at the studio and book a session there.

You spent all of Saturday and Sunday recording a few of your originals on your phone, taking dozens of takes to make sure each of them was perfect. This is it, it’s your moment.

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Your alarm goes off at 8 am, giving you two hours until you’re meant to meet Greta Van Fleet at the studio. Josh texted you yesterday with the time and address, emphasizing that you shouldn’t overthink it. He knew that you’d be freaking out, and he was right.

You’re hoping that a cool shower will wake you up and help you shake the nerves off. You get up out of bed, rub your eyes, and then grab your towel and walk out of your bedroom to the bathroom.

As the cold water hits your back, you start to think over the day that you have ahead of you. If everything goes the way you planned, then you might leave today with a record deal, or plans to meet up to make a deal. You appreciated Josh’s help so greatly, you really weren’t expecting it. He’s always been so kind to you, more so than the rest, but you figured that it was just the way he was. Now, it feels like he really has your back.

All you had to do was make it through today without any incidents with Sam. You hope that the other guys have already briefed him and told him to be on his best behavior, but you doubt that he’ll abide by that. You can hold your own, though, and you doubt that he’d pull something too obscene while working.

After drying off and getting ready to go, you find that you still have about 20 minutes until you need to leave. To pass the time, you sat down in your bed and opened up Instagram to scroll mindlessly for a little while until you had to drive downtown.

As you scroll down, your eye is caught by a post by The Nashville Fiddle, which is a local magazine. The Fiddle posts mostly about drama and celebrities, and you usually ignore everything they post, since you try not to give gossip the time of day. But this time, your eyes were stuck on their post, with a video of Sam Kiszka, belligerent and wasted outside of a club downtown Saturday night.

In the video, you can see Sam flirting with a girl outside of the club when a big, burly man comes up to him angrily. Clearly, this girl was taken, and her boyfriend was not happy. You can see Sam hollering back at him, getting in his face as he slurs his words before the man takes a large swing at him. Then, you see Danny show up behind him and pull him back, dragging him down the street, far away from the scene.

How could he be so stupid? Flirting with girls with boyfriends is bad enough, but it’s even worse to get into an argument and get caught on camera. He should know that he’s a public figure and that people can spread this kind of stuff around. What was he thinking?

You check the time and see that it’s about time to go, so you grab your tote, pick up your keys, and then head out the door. As you drive downtown, you take a few deep breaths. It’s not a big deal, you tell yourself. Everything will be fine.

Soon enough, you pull into a parking spot in front of the studio and put your car in park. 9:59 am. Just on time. You get out of the car, throw your keys into your bag, and then head toward the front door. After opening the door, you walked in and told the person at the front desk that you were meeting the band, and they directed you to the right studio.

As you enter the studio, you walk in to only find Danny sitting there. He looks up from his drum set and waves, standing up to greet you.

“Hey, Danny… where are the others?” you asked, hugging him and then taking a seat on a chair nearby. Danny lets out a long laugh, trying to compose himself before answering.

“Oh, they are never here on time. This is considered early,” he answers, smiling widely as he goes to sit back down at his set. “I wouldn’t expect any of them for at least another thirty minutes, if not longer.” You laugh along with him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Ah, Josh should have told me! Now I feel embarrassed for being so early,” you say, looking down at your phone for the time. 10:11 am.

“Nah, he just can’t admit that he’s always chronically late. He’s in denial,” Danny jokes. “Do you want anything while we wait? There’s coffee and tea over there.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice actually,” you answered, standing up to walk over to the coffee cart. “I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a morning person.” Daniel laughs, standing up to walk over with you.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever met a jazz player that was,” he says with a smile. “I think it’s just part of your DNA.” You laugh, nodding your head in agreement.

“You might be right. It’s not our fault, we play at night!” you say, pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

“Sam’s the same way, y’know. Stays up ‘til ungodly hours of the night, and then doesn’t roll out of bed until after noon,” he notes, laughing to himself. You laugh awkwardly as you add cream to your cup, cringing at the possibility of having anything in common with Sam Kiszka.

Almost as if he read your mind, Sam walked through the door, sunglasses blocking the dark bags under his eyes. He’s clearly hungover, rubbing his temples as he waltzes over to the cart and grabs the pot of coffee, pouring it into his own cup.

“Rough weekend, Samuel?” you asked teasingly, having already read about his escapades from this weekend. You can see his eyes roll behind the tint of the sunglasses as he takes a sip of his black coffee.

“Don’t start with me today, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pouring more coffee into his cup to make up for what he already drank, and then walking over to the corner to sit down on the sofa. He puts his feet up on the cushions as he takes a sip and then lays his head back against the armrest.

“See what I mean?” Danny asks, laughing as he walks over to his set and starts playing on his own, seemingly practicing. The idea sends a shiver down your spine. Could you and Sam be more similar than you thought? No, no way, you thought to yourself.

Not long after, Josh and Jake walk through the door and things can finally start moving. Josh walks over to make a cup of tea and then takes a seat on a stool, taking a slow sip. You walk over to him, hoping that his usual cheery disposition would calm your nerves.

“Good morning, lovely,” Josh smiled, patting your shoulder softly. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good, I’m good,” you answered nonchalantly with a shy smile.

“Good. We’re still waiting for our manager, Jodie, to arrive, so just hang tight,” he says, taking another sip of his tea.

“Hey, you know what? How about you play us something?” he asks excitedly, his eyes lighting up. “Could be a good way to wake us up, huh?”

Your eyes shoot open, looking around the room at the rest of the guys. Danny is nodding excitedly and Jake walks over to his guitar stand, picking up his Gibson SG and slinging it over his head. Sam isn’t paying attention, his sunglasses have come off and his eyes are shut as he reclines on the couch.

“Well, okay… I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you answered, walking over to Sam’s keyboard next to the drumset. You turn it on and adjust the settings, giving it a funkier sound before taking a deep breath and starting to play.

You decide to play Higher Ground, by Stevie Wonder, falling into the groove of the intro of the song as your fingers move across the keys. Danny’s face lights up as he listens closely to what you’re playing, then starts playing along. Jake follows suit, adding his guitar into the mix, and playing along with you. Of course, everyone knows Stevie Wonder, but being able to play with a band was just so cool to you.

People keep on learnin’

Soldiers keep on warnin’

World keep on turnin’

‘Cause it won’t be too long

Josh sings along, his voice fitting perfectly in the range of the song. The four of you are really grooving now, and it is so fun for you. It’s been years since you’ve played with others, and you loved it.

You watch as Sam lifts his head from the couch, opening his tired eyes to look over at you all. For a moment there, you almost think that he might be smiling, but you shake it off. You’re surprised to see him rise from the couch and walk over, grabbing his Rickenbacker off the stand and putting the strap over his head. Oh, he’s gonna play along…

Sam starts plucking his bass, along with the rest of the song. You knew that they’d all played in jazz bands before, and this song was a staple, but it surprised you how easy it was to join together and play. It was almost like you belonged there.

As you start a short piano solo, their manager walks through the door and sits down on the couch. She seems to nod at you to keep going, so you finish your solo and then end the song. You’re suddenly caught by surprise as Josh starts applauding, smiling widely as he walks over to you. He stands behind you, putting his hands firmly on your shoulders, squeezing them.

“You’re an incredible talent, Y/N, truly,” Josh remarked, smiling from ear to ear as he left your side and went to sit back down. You smile shyly and get up from the bench behind the piano to go sit down on the couch with Jodie. The rest of the guys start talking cacophonously as you start your conversation privately with her.

“It’s true, you’re really good,” she says honestly, reaching out to shake yours. “I’m Jodie, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh, you have? Thank you so much, it’s great to meet you. I assume it was Josh who told you about me, he’s the one who invited me today,” you answer, smiling shyly at the compliment.

“I first heard about you from Sam actually… he had a lot to say about your talent on the keys,” she says, catching you completely by surprise. Sam? Is she being serious right now?

“Did he now?... Interesting,” you replied, your tone feigning confidence. “Well, I’m honored to be here today. I’ve been meaning to finally get into a studio here in Nashville.”

“Yes, I heard from Josh that you plan on recording an album of original songs,” Jodie remarks. “I’m happy to have you here! Hopefully, we can get you to work a bit! Not to mention, it’s quite nice to have a bit more of a gender balance.” You laugh together for a moment before she gets up to greet the guys, going over the agenda for the session.

They go through a few new songs, trying to get it all down perfectly. You just sit and watch, absolutely mesmerized by watching the professionals work. You even escaped to the booth for a while to see the mechanics of the equipment, talking to some of the sound techs that work there. It was a really rewarding learning experience for you.

“Okay, that’s a wrap, guys! Good work today, we’ll be back here at the same time on Friday,” Jodie says. “Sam, can you hang back for a sec?” She walks back over to sit next to you on the couch, nodding her head to motion for Sam to join you. Once she’s certain that everyone else has left the studio, she starts talking.

“So, I’ve had an idea. Just hear me out,” she started, somewhat apprehensively. “Y/N, I was thinking about how highly the guys speak about you, and how much untapped talent you have.” Okay… this is getting weird.

“And Sam, I’ve been thinking about ways to improve your public image and get you out of your rut,” she finished, trailing off as she saw Sam’s annoyed expression.

“Okay, first of all, I am not in a rut,” he said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he leaned back on the couch.

“That’s not the point,” she snapped back. “My point is that I think I might have thought of a way to solve all of our problems.” You raise your eyebrow at her, still not really understanding what she’s getting at.

“What could possibly solve both of our problems?” you ask suspiciously.

“Like I said, just hear me out…” she says, but Sam interrupts her.

“Jodie, just spit it out already,” he groaned, growing frustrated.

“I think you guys should pretend to date!” she finally spat out, looking nervously at your reactions. Your jaw dropped as she finished her sentence, unsure that you even heard her right. Sam, however, already shot up out of his seat and stood angrily above you both.

“No, fuck no, absolutely not. This is ridiculous,” he starts ranting, but she cuts him off.

“Just listen to me, Sam. You’d improve your reputation by having a charismatic and talented girlfriend, the fans would love her! And Y/N, you’d gain followers and fans for your music career, and our label can get you started in our studio. Boom, both problems are fixed.”

“No! How could I even pretend to be interested in him? It’s impossible,” you complained.

“Woah, okay, try not to sound too disgusted,” Sam said, crossing his arms with a scoff.

“Don’t act like you didn’t react the exact same way, you asshole,” you scoff, staring daggers into him.

“Whatever, it’s not the same thing,” he spits back.

“Whatever, this isn’t productive,” you admit, crossing your arms in your seat.

“Exactly. It won’t even be that bad. Besides, you’re both benefiting here! It’s perfect,” Jodie says proudly.

“Well, I don’t know about perfect, but I guess it does kind of make sense…” you muttered, looking up at Sam nervously. He raised an eyebrow at you, walking toward you.

“You want to be my fake girlfriend, Y/N?” he teased. You roll your eyes and stand up to be more level with him, hating him towering over you.

“Shut up, Sam,” you replied, a hint of pink tinting your cheeks as your eyes locked on his.

“So? You guys are in?” Jodie asked hopefully. You and Sam exchange a look, then look back at her and nod.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re in,” Sam answered, looking over at you with a smirk before walking toward the door. “Now, are we done here? I’ve got places to be.” You roll your eyes and reach down to grab your bag.

“We’re done here, go,” you mutter, slinging your bag over your arm. Sam walks out the door as quickly as he had came in, and you follow soon after him.

As you drive back home from the studio, you think about all of the day’s events. You almost can’t even believe that you agreed to be Sam’s girlfriend, fake or not. But you have to admit that it’s going to be great for your career, this is exactly the big break you need. You feel confident that her choice to ask you was based on your talent, so the unconventional means of gaining popularity didn’t bother you.

It kind of excited you to be included with such a famous rock band like theirs– going on tour, going to the studio, seeing the magic happen. Having to spend time with Sam was just the price you had to pay to jumpstart your music career and get into the music industry. You’re not sure what type of a commitment this arrangement is going to entail for you, but you’re honestly kind of looking forward to it. You have to admit that “Rockstar’s Girlfriend” kind of has a ring to it.

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[kissingkiszka]

The Sweet Symphony-Chapter One: Rockstar Romeo

Jake Kiszka x Reader series

Words: 600+

Summary: shopping at the local record store on your one day off, you have an enticing experience with an unexpected encounter.

CW: MDNI, 18+, fluff, flirtatious banter

This chapter is literally so short I don’t even think it can be considered a full chapter! This is more of an introduction to set the scene!

Masterlist

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The bright sun was beaming down into the local record store window in Nashville, Tennessee. You finally had a day off from your job at the hair salon, and you were going to spend it doing the thing you loved. Music. More specifically, shopping for vintage records. Your fingers hovered over the rock section until you came across Elvis Presley. You flipped through the old records, noticing a man across from you began to scan his hand over the Elvis section as well. At the bottom of the collection, there was The Essential Elvis Presley in mint condition. Your hand flew to pick up the record, only to be met with the other man's hand on top of yours. Your fingers softly interlocked with his. He mirrored your image as you pushed your hair behind your ear, trying to get a better look at the man. He had long dark brown hair accompanied by matching dark brown eyes. His hands were the farthest thing from soft. They were cold and covered in calluses, you weren't going to lie. Staring into his eyes, a special kind of tension grew. It was if your souls had entered an intense staring contest. He opened his mouth, beginning to speak, but you needed the first word.

"Elvis?" As you continued to interlock fingers, the tension built. You begin to wonder if the contact continues because of your need for the record, or for a need of something else?

"He's one of my bands top influences." He declared, a wide smirk appearing on his face.

"You're in a band?" Your grip on the record grew tighter. It was now a game to see who would let go first. "What band?"

"Greta Van Fleet. we've been around for a few years now, but we're still trying to gain traction." He gave you a soft smile. "I play guitar. Been playing since I was three."

"Well are you any good?" You sarcastically questioned.

He chuckles to himself, running his large hand through his hair. "Why don't you come find out?"He let go of the record, letting you have it. "We're doing a charity concert tomorrow night. The Blue Room. I can save you a spot on our guest list. Come see us, we'll show you what music is."

You picked up the record, nodding. "I'll come by if I happen to be available." Your plans were to sit on your couch and binge watch the newest Netflix show. But those plans could easily take a rain check for a concert, especially if he would be playing the guitar. You could see him itching to keep the conversation going.

"My treat." He grabbed the record from your clutch and took it up to the register before you could protest. "Now everytime you play it, you'll think of me." He swiped his card, waiting for the transaction to go through.

"Ah yes, the mysterious musician I met at my local record store who will forever change my life." You joked as he handed the record back to you. "But, thank you."

"Who knows? Maybe there's something more here." He started towards the door, never taking his eyes off you.

You shrugged, having nothing left to say.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow darling."

"Yeah, yeah it's actually Y/N." You chuckled to yourself at the pure desperation of the situation. As you turned to leave, a panic set in. "Wait, I never got your name."

He paused for a moment, eyeing you up and down.

"Jake." He said with a sly nod. He slipped on a pair of sunglasses and left the record store.

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[hockeyboistrash]

wearing blue in a sea of yellow | a.s

this is purely self-indulgent. there may be some inaccuracies but like i said, its self-indulgent. i love this team and am so proud of what they've accomplished so far. i realise i've kinda disappeared, but i'm hoping to come back

"They want me to start." Arturs told you, disbelief laced his voice. He was still taking in the conversation he just had with his coach. He knew it was a possibility with Demko out injured but didn't think that DeSmith would also be out injured.

"Are you serious?" You asked, not believing what you just heard. Arturs nodded making you scream, wrapping your arms around him. You pulled back when you didn't feel his arms around you. "Is this not a good thing?"

"Yes of course it is. Its just... What if I'm not good enough?" He mumbled, looking down. That broke your heart. You hated when Arturs doubts himself but you understood the pressure that came with being an NHL goalie, especially one in the playoffs. You have the whole fanbase praising you one minute and then hating you the next.

"You are good enough." You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin. Arturs leaned into your touch, the contact grounding him. "You wouldn't be here if you weren't. Remember last year? You helped Latvia get third place in the championships." A small smile crept upon his lips when you said that. You always knew what to say to him. "What ever happens tonight, I'm proud of you, okay? Not everyone would be able step up like you are. That makes you a pretty incredible guy already."

Arturs turned, kissing your hand. He appreciated every reassurance you uttered to him and your presence in Nashville. "Thank you for being here with me."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." You told him, the smile he fell in love with dancing across your lips. You took his hand in yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Now if you get nervous or panic, just know that I will be there in the sea of yellow wearing blue."

-x-

As the clock ticked down you were on the edge of your seat. It was a close game. When Brock scored it breathed life into the game again. Then he scored another, his third of the game, pushing it to overtime. Any other day hockey is stressful but the playoffs take it to a whole new level. You wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have any nails left at the end.

You wish you could talk to Arturs. He's got the weight of the Canucks fanbase on his shoulders and you wanted to take carry some of it for him. Instead you settled on sending him a text, even if he won't see it until after.

I'm so proud of you ❤️

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, you turned your focus back onto the game as overtime began. Your hands were clasped in front of you as your eyes darted across the ice, focusing on the puck as it was passed between the players. Then it hit the back of the net. You could feel the Nashville fans near you deflate as they lost but you didn't care. You jumped up excited that Arturs's first playoff game was a win, excited that the Canucks are up 3-1 in the series. You watched on with pride as the boys surrounded your boyfriend, hugging each other.

You knew it'd be a while before Arturs came out but that didn't stop you bouncing up and down, waiting for him so you could wrap your arms around him in a bone crushing hug.

The commotion from the girls let you know that the boys were coming out of the locker room. You watched on as they greeted their significant others, congratulating them as they walked pass. Arturs was one of the last ones out leaving the two of you alone in the hallway.

His eyes lit up when he saw you, the tiredness he felt from the game slipping away. He didn't even get a chance to say anything before your arms were around him, pulling him into a deep kiss, your fingers tangled in his wet hair. Arturs truly believed he was the luckiest guy in the world when it came to you. Everything felt right when he was with you.

"You were incredible out there." You mumbled against his lips.

"Couldn't have done it without you." Arturs said and you playfully hit is chest, rolling your eyes. He always said that after every game. It was like you were on the ice with him when really you were either in the crowd or watching at home.

"We should probably get out of here if we don't want to be locked in here." You sighed, wishing you could stay in your own little world for a little while longer, knowing the boys will want to go out and celebrate their win.

"That was one time." Arturs grinned, his fingers laced with yours as you began walking towards the exit.

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penthouse

PENTHOUSE, EDDIE DIAZ X FEM!READER

APART OF THE 'ROLLING UP THE WELCOME MAT' SERIES

SUMMARY: y/n’s packing up the penthouse with eddie, reminiscing on the times they had together, both good and bad.

inspired by penthouse by kelsea ballerini

previous chapter | next chapter

lowercase intentional! wc: 1.1k 

warning: swearing, vvv much angst! divorce meeting/hearing, anger & a courthouse

a/n: i swear on 911 on abc i did not forget abt this series, i was just busy doing smth for taylor swifts eras tour. anyway enjoy <33

“BUCK I HAVE TO GO PACK UP THE HOUSE.”

y/n told buck softly, before quickly leaving his house, and getting into her jeep.

the entire ride was silent. no music, no singing, and all of LA’s traffic was quiet as all could be. the girl was left alone with her thoughts, thinking about how badly it would hurt to roll up the welcome mat they had picked out right after they had moved in.

december 16th. exactly two weeks after their wedding date, and four days after they had gotten back from their honeymoon. a penthouse with a backyard for chris, and maybe a few more kids down the road, outlooking the mountains.

a penthouse that was filled with so many birthdays, holidays, and endless fights between the two. a penthouse the diaz’s thought they could call their forever home.

guess that’s kind’ve hard to do when you’re playing house in a home that didn’t feel like one.

it took the girl exactly 12 minutes to get to her old home, seeing eddie’s car already sitting in the driveway, and she dreaded going in. having to be in the same room as him, having to try to hold a conversation with him for the first time in two months.

finally taking a deep breath in, she walked inside, seeing eddie already packing up the kitchen, leaving half of it for y/n to take.

“take it all.”y/n spoke up, causing the man’s head to snap towards her, with almost a glare of some sort, “i’ve got enough plates back in nashville.”

“i’m only here to take my clothing and whatever else is mine.”she told him, before walking towards their old bedroom, leaving him standing there silent, something that wasn’t new between the two.

grabbing a box that was leaning up against the wall, she walked into the closet, seeing all of her clothing scattered on the floor, just the way she had left it. the first thing that had caught her eye was the black jumper she had worn in 2019, with flashes of the night before running through her mind.

all of her old tour costumes, red carpet dresses she wore with eddie right by her side, and all of the clothing she would wear while they stayed up late at night, watching the bachelorette. all packed away into a box labeled ‘storage’.

the last thing that stood was her wedding dress. 

the gorgeous silk wedding dress she spent hours upon hours searching for with her mom, going to endless bridal appointments looking for, and spending way more money than she was willing to admit. 

all being packed away into a box, forcing her to act like nothing had happened.

packing up her office, her half of the bathroom, her half of the storage room they had in the penthouse. all of it being gone, trying to get rid of the memories associated with them. pain went through her chest, with tears building up knowing she was the reason they were packing up the boxes, and moving out of the penthouse she adored, but knowing she couldn’t stay there anymore.

family dinners, dancing in the living room with eddie to their favorite taylor swift song, endless family game nights (with buck joining them everytime) and the christmas parties they always hosted. all gone because she was blowing up the life they had together.

picking up her guitar case off of the floor of the closet, she walked out to the jeep, stuffing everything she could into the car before walking back inside, seeing eddie standing in front of their dining room table.

“what do you want to do with the table?”eddie spoke up, not daring to look at the girl in front of him, “you were the one who bought it, figured you’d want it.”

“keep it, sell it, donate it.”she suggested, before shrugging, “i don’t care eddie. do what you want with it.”

“you want nothing to do with anything in this household besides whatever was distinctly yours?”he questioned as she placed her old key on the counter, shaking her head slightly.

“too many bad memories associated with it.”

—-- 

(ONE WEEK LATER.)

“HE WANTS WHAT?!”

y/n gripped her steering wheel hard as she was stuck in standstill LA traffic (one thing she wouldn’t miss), trying to get to her divorce hearing.

“he wants alimony along with child support, or half of the house with child support.”y/n’s lawyer told her, and she could feel her anger boil over, “he didn’t pay for the fucking house!”

“like yes he contributed, but he sure as hell didn’t pay for it!”she exclaimed, and she could already tell her lawyer, maeve was cringing, knowing she was right, “i will gladly pay the child support, but i want visitation with chris.”

“that kid means more to me than anything. i’m not abandoning him.”y/n stayed firm, and she heard maeve hum on the other line of the phone, “what about the other half of it?”

y/n stayed silent, debating her options.

having an alimony hearing every other week, with press standing outside the courthouse every single time, causing the divorce to be even messier, or have him take half of the house that she wanted nothing to do with.

“let him take half of the house.”she finally spoke up after a few moments, feeling her knuckles turn white, “it's better than being stuck at alimony hearings every other week.”

“are you sure?”maeve asked, and y/n stayed silent, “i know how much you love that house.”

“give him the house.”she stated one last time, before they figured out the final details as she pulled into the parking lot of the courthouse, praying everything would go over smoothly.

something that rarely happened with the two.

as y/n walked in, the h/c girl saw her soon to be ex husband standing with his lawyer, waiting for the girls arrival so they could get it over with. when they walked in, the two sat across from each other, his brown eyes met her e/c ones.

he could tell she knew. she knew about him wanting the half of the house that she adored, one that she loved so much. one they had picked out together, and now they were ripping it apart like it was just a piece of paper.

you can’t win when you’re playing house, in a broken penthouse.

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[thoseboysinblue]

Christian Pulisic

Happy to take requests if you have them.

🌶Smut/NSFW🌶

All for You

Christian prepares to leave for the World Cup, spending his last night at home with you.

Suit and Tie

You and Christian are dressed up for an event and all you can think about all night is letting him tie you up with the tie he's wearing.

Birthday Surprise

You book a last minute flight to see Christian for his birthday, giving him a big surprise and maybe a bit more.

On Edge

You meet Christian’s parents for the first time.

Payback

You decide it’s time to pay Christian back for teasing you while at dinner with his parents.

Cold Hands

Christian returns home from a cold day at training.

Midnight

You and Christian find yourselves hosting a New Year’s Eve party for your closest friends.

Captain

Christian gets a bit feisty both on and off the field.

If the World Was Ending

Your ex, Christian shows up unannounced hoping to find some comfort in you after facing some rough times.

Nashville

You meet Christian on a night out in Nashville. 

Be Mine

Christian plans a romantic Valentine's date for the two of you.

🥰Fluff🥰

Loyalty

What happens when and English girl falls in love with America’s star soccer player and her loyalties are tested when England plays the US at the World Cup?

I’m Glad it’s You

After a tough loss, you are the only one Christian wants to see.

Date Night

You and Christian are adjusting to life as new parents and find yourselves missing each other’s company.

I Kissed Someone New Last Night

You visit your best friend, Christian, in Milan after a breakup.

Mistletoe Magic

You find yourself caught under the mistletoe with Christian.

💙Series💙

Unbroken

You are best friends with Christian’s childhood friend, however, you and Christian cannot seem to get along with one another.

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6

My Type

You have a chance encounter with Christian, who happens to be just your type.

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3

Trustfall

You are one of Christian's closest friends in London, but maybe both of you want a bit more.

Part 1 Part 2

What Nobody Sees

You have unexpectedly found yourself tangled up in a long-term situationship with Christian.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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[otrtbs]

my friend just existing and doing her job at work today

me: did you know that vancouver came back to beat nashville last night in the third period for the first game of playoffs? which is good because i love quinn hughes but bad because dallas might have to play them and they’re harder to beat than nashville. and also there’s a toronto v boston game tn and the last game, max domi who used to play for us, punched a guy in the back of the head,,, so im definitely gonna tune in tonight to see what happens and then that game is followed by a stars v vegas game which should be really good because they kicked us out of playoffs last year and they’re the defending cup champions plus we’ve never beat them this year but that was before we upgraded our defense for chris tanev AND before we got logan stankoven who completely changed our benn/johnston line for the better so i think we have a shot at winning the series even tho if we win most likely we’ll have to play colorado which would SUCK because—

#n e way she doesn’t know anything abt hockey but she indulges me #i listen to her dnd things she listens to me prattle on abt pro sports players #and we are happy #yee hawkey 🏒

[littlemisslipbalm]

Demonology: Me & My Dog

Series Summary: A new demon has come to Nashville. Josh and Jake's ways of life have been thrown off by her arrival. The angel and demon have lived with an understanding of one another, but with Y/N stirring up trouble and asking questions, they're forced to work out a new normal. And why is she so powerful for a human turned demon anyway, that's unusual, right?

Jake Kiszka x f!reader and Josh Kiszka x f!reader

A/N: This will be at least three parts! This first part is more about Josh and the reader, the second will be more Jake and then we will see with part 3 what is to happen. Please let me know what you think with comments and reblogs and messages to my inbox!! I want to talk about this bc I have been so excited to share it!!

Word Count: 5.4k | Warnings: alcohol consumption, strong language, allusions to sex - minor descriptions of sex but not descriptive smut (still 18+!!), dubious comprehension of angel/demon mythology, like this is fiction fr so if it does not make sense i am sorry but idc (but am also open to suggestions thx)

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Part 1: My & My Dog

When being told to stir up some trouble on Earth, Y/N was more annoyed that she had to go back at all than excited that she was moving up in the ranks. Afterall, she’d only died 50 years ago. It was already time to go back? She thought she had eternity down here. 

From what she’d heard from other members of the underworld, it’d just gotten worse since she’d left. Prior to 1976 had been a riot for her (1976 was not her favorite, but dying usually wasn’t in people’s top ten greatest moments), but now it sounds worse than Hell itself.  

Still, like a good little demon soldier, she trudged through the dim back rooms to find the dull office that would provide her with the necessary documents to take a corporeal form and inhabit the physical sphere for an extended period of time. 

“Can I bring my dog?” She asks, kicking at a piece of garbage on the floor. It littered the entire ground around her feet. 

“Dog?” The servant of hell inquired. 

“Chupacabra,” She corrects.

“Sure,” Their eyes raise from filling out the paperwork to the little animal beside her. “Extra form you need to both sign. Says he’ll suck the blood of at least five animals per earthly week while he’s there. We don’t do ESAs here.”  

“Fab,” She sighed in relief and scratched behind the ears of her dog that she had re-encountered shortly after arriving in Hell. 

The chupacabra placed his paw in some mysterious blood that had formed in the pewter catch-all dish sitting beside the papers and then pushed it onto the form. Signed, sealed and soon to be delivered. They were getting out of Hell. 

-

When she materialized on Earth, she wasn’t sure where she was exactly. The home office didn’t give that information, you just had to figure it out yourself. She had been hoping for her hometown of Los Angeles or another major city center she’d never been to before. Maybe London or Tokyo would be a fun change of pace. 

After walking what felt like 20 miles, but was probably half of that given that she wasn’t used to physical legs anymore, she came upon a sign as to where she was. A mural to be exact. 

It had only been woods and fields for the first half, but then there were more buildings. Coffee shops, bagel shops and something that was called a ‘Vape’ shops. Everything advertised themselves as historic music sites. But it wasn’t until 1504 Demonbreun St. that she fully ascertained she was in the heart of Nashville, Tennessee. 

“Welcome to Nashville”

“Fuck yeah,” She smiled. A friend back in the day had been from here and told her about it a few times. It wasn’t a major capital city or home, but it was a city alright. And where there was nightlife, she was sure there could be trouble. 

She spent the rest of the day checking around her surroundings. Finding the place Hell had given her to lodge in. It wasn’t much but she remembered earthly delights and planned to spruce it up, give it a vibe. She wrote a note on the wall with a deep red pen she had brought with her a list of items she needed. Couch, rug, bed, posters, an electric guitar and lots of wine and clothes. The ink dripped down the wall and she smiled, swiping at it and placing it to her lips. 

She passed the rest of the daylight hours with great displeasure for the living people around her who barely seemed to notice her. Not that she looked any different than them, but it just bothered her that no one was as friendly as when she’d last been here. No one bothered to say ‘hello’, all they did was stare or talk into their rectangular devices she had realized were portable telephones half way through the day. 

Broadway St. seemed to be the place Y/N thought she’d find the most possible trouble. It was lit up like the Sunset and if it weren’t for all the horribly dressed people surrounding her, she would’ve felt right at home. 

At one of the bars, she got free shots from the bartender with a flash of her eyes. From the regular dark brown iris, they flashed an entire eternal glassy black. He smiled dreamily in the abyss and walked away after she winked at him. She swung back the shots and made her way to the dance floor. 

Raising her hands above her head, she began to dance. Her black lace dress hugged her curves and shifted with her. Her silver jewelry glinted dangerously as she moved. The lights in the bar shifted to stay red instead of the flashing multi-colors that had bothered her when she entered. She moved her hips to the music and slowly it transformed from a poppy song she didn’t know to Led Zeppelin. 

Robert Plant’s voice got everyone dancing the way they should and the vapes transformed into cigarettes and she smiled to herself feeling alive for the first time in a long time. Maybe being back wasn’t so bad. She drank more and danced more and saw people getting drunk and making out in corners and thought debauchery worked as trouble. Job done for the day. 

She relaxed into the sway of the music, writhing around like a snake as her skin grew dewey with perspiration. A tug at her arm brought her out of her euphoric state. All night she had made sure no one would bother her, but whoever this was didn’t seem to follow her rules. 

She opened her eyes, fully black once more as she stared at who was holding her wrist. She tugged back but his hold was secure. He pulled her to the side of the dancefloor, a space conveniently opening up. 

“Get your hands off me! What the fuck, man?”

“You can’t be here,” He spoke calmly. 

She narrowed her eyes at him. He had on a white plain t-shirt and light wash jeans, with opalescent beads hanging around his neck. His eyes were an oddly familiar light brown. His hair was shaved on the sides, creating a sort of mullet that she mildly appreciated if he hadn’t been so rude as to pull her away from her fun. That mullet exposed the golden earrings in his pointy ears. 

There was something different about him. None of it was in his physical form but she felt it, vibrating and extending around him. As if he had invisible light passing around and through him even in the dark dingy bar lighting. 

“Says who?” She finally tugged her arm free from his hold and crossed her arms across her chest, pressing her breasts up in the process. 

His eyes flicker to the movement before pressing his lips into a thin line “Says me.” 

She rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “And you are?” 

“Joshua. I protect this town," he says. He wrings his hands around the gold bracelets on his wrists. “You can’t come into these bars and just mess with everything about them. It’s wrong.” 

“Yes I can, Josh,” She smirks. “I’m a demon as you clearly already can tell. I can do whatever I want.” 

“Oh my God,” Josh sighs, exasperated already. “There’s already a demon here.” He knew the other one quite well and was at least able to keep him in check. A newcomer would mean more work. 

She shrugged. “Not my problem, angel. Hell sent me up here, guess they’re not happy with the other one’s performance.” 

She moved to go back to the bar for another drink when Josh looked like he was a million miles away. He’d really killed her buzz. Josh’s mentioning of another demon made her stop and ask as an afterthought: “What’s this other demon’s name?” 

“Jacob–er, uh, Jake,” Josh corrects himself. He hadn’t gone by Jacob since, well, since before, even if Josh wished he could just call him Jacob. 

“Groovy.” Her smile is wicked, her lips painted a red so deep it resembled dried blood. “Displeasure meeting you, angel. Come find me if you ever want to have a real good time.” She kissed his cheek before disappearing behind a group of people. 

-

Two weeks later, Y/N was seated on a bench in the park with her legs kicked up. She looked like she was a dead body–which more or less, she was, but the way she was sitting was unusual for someone who was supposedly alive. Her dog was perched unnaturally along the backrest, soaking in the sun he had missed. They looked out of place. 

She had come out in the midday to see if she could start any fights in the park. She’d quickly learned that malfunctions with their little handheld phones really upset the modern humans so she liked to mess with wifi and electrical connections every odd day or so just to keep up the no-good work. 

Her black RayBans covered her eyes as they surveyed the green grass for potential targets for a bit of a row. She sat as far away from the people as possible, so she had enhanced her vision as if using a zoom function. But soon something white blocked her vision. 

“Angel,” She practically growled. Her dog actually growled, sitting up. 

“Mind if I sit,” Josh asks pleasantly, eyeing the dog with caution. It looked like a normal dog, but a clip in his right ear and a strange red shimmer in his eyes made Josh think there might be something hellish about him. 

She took her feet off the bench and pushed her sunglasses up off of her face. “Finally want a taste of what you’re missing?” 

“No,” he states flatly. His eyes were still wandering between the creature and the demon. She was dressed in all black, typical. The dog was between cream and the lightest brown he’d ever seen, atypical. “Is this your dog?” 

“Yeah.” She smiles softly for the first time. Her hand goes to pet him between his ears and down his small snout. “He was waiting for me in Hell back’n the day. They made him a chupacabra for me as a ‘Welcome to Hell’ present.” 

Josh’s eyes widened in surprise. What had she done in life to receive a present in Hell? “They like you down there?” 

“Eh…I think I’m just a descendant of many a troublemaker. They knew I’d be an asset, especially when I arrived so early.” 

Her dog slipped into her lap. For a moment, he shifted as he stared at Josh. Big ruby eyes glowered at him, all his hair was gone, leaving something more resembling a pale soft dog-rat. Disturbing and wretched, nonetheless. He wrinkled his nose at Josh. 

Josh tried to smile, feeling awkward. Jake had insisted he find this demon Josh had encountered, needing more information about whether he was really in trouble or if it was procedural. Why Jake wouldn’t do it himself, Josh never got as many answers as questions he asked. 

“Do either of you have names?” 

She grinned. “Is this twenty questions? Why so interested in me?” 

“Just want to get to know my opposition,” Josh says lightly, praying for her to feel extra kind today. Afterall, she was a demon who was originally human and it was only a little while ago from what she seemed to like. He was pretty sure she’d only been down in Hell for 50-60 years, that was barely a human lifetime—and yet it was longer than hers. Far less than Jake. Maybe he could neutralize her, get her to see the bright side. 

“His name is Rune, now, but it used to be Rori.” She rubs over the dog’s hair, happy that he was softer on Earth. “He responds to both–for me. Not sure what he should be called now we’re back.” 

Josh waited patiently. The breeze was cooler than usual and looking at her, he had to assume it was her as well. She seemed far too powerful for a run-of-the-mill demon who used to be human. But she also seemed extremely unlikely to answer his questions if he got too personal. 

With her eyes uncovered, Josh watched them move around as she thought about something. It was almost like she was tracking something or doing some long form math equation in her head. Like she didn’t know what her name was and was looking for the answer. 

“Mine…well, now you can call me Sal.” She winks and Josh straightens in his seat, feeling strange. “Gonna write about me in your diary now, Joshua?” 

Josh pretends to laugh with a clipped “ha ha.” She smirked again, sliding closer to Josh on the bench. Rori grew annoyed and hopped off her lap, slinking off to climb a tree in hopes of finding a squirrel. Sal extended a delicate hand to Josh’s shoulder, beginning to play with the fabric of his shirt. He smiled tightly, not having anywhere to go if he wanted more answers. 

“You said you arrived early?” Josh’s voice is high as he feels her touch moving down his arm. Thankfully, being an angel kept him from feeling her entire influence, but her physical touch was enough to feel something…unholy. He didn’t want to imagine her abilities on mortals. “What did you mean?” 

“You’re fun,” She beamed. “If I show you some tricks I picked up in Hell, will you show me something?” 

“It depends what you want to see,” Josh tries to be diplomatic. 

Her head throws back in laughter. “Not that. No, I want you to want me to see that.” Her hand wanders to his wrist and toys with the bracelet before slinking to his thigh. Her voice was low and sultry, lips pressed to his ear. “Desperately.” 

Josh was starting to feel like he might have to leave. His breathing had turned shallow and he couldn’t stop staring at the carnelian stone hanging between her breasts. Her hand’s touch left him and she laughed again bringing him out of his reverie. 

“Hell, you’re pretty cute…I was a 27 club member.” She shrugged, turning away from Josh to stare out at the people again. “Had my heyday in the late 60s/early 70s and went out the same way I lived. Fast.” 

Josh thought about the 60s and the 70s. He’d admit those decades were a bit of a guilty pleasure for him. Nashville had been fun, not as crowded. He watched her again, seeing her eyes narrow looking at the couples and the groups of friends. 

“You weren’t from here?” 

“LA. Broadway’s kinda like the Sunset Strip, just a bit more loser-y…NashVegas, just like Liv said.” 

Josh was about to protest, but refrained, letting her reminisce. She did miss her friends from back then. They’d gotten up to so much trouble. Sometimes too much. 

“Best of times, worst of times kind of thing y’a dig?” She tapped the heel of her boot like she was trying to shake off something unpleasant. “Just glad I had my dog for most of the time. He followed me everywhere and everyone’d let ‘im in because he was such a doll. Died ‘bout three years ‘fore me.”

The more she spoke the more her accent of a bygone era of California popped up. Josh couldn’t deny how sweet she sounded when she spoke about that thing, demonic as the pair of them were. 

“How long’ve you’ve been up–er, down here?” She asked, barely realizing she had to correct for him. 

Josh cast his eyes to the sky, thinking. “Since the beginning. That’s like, 8000 human years, I believe.” 

“Get the fuck outta town!” She exclaimed, jumping in her seat to face him. Her eyes were alight with hellfire. “You’re a proper angel then?” 

Josh chuckled. “They don’t really take new hires upstairs, I’m afraid. Only very special occasions. It doesn’t happen much these days.” 

She regarded him for a moment, inventorizing him again now that she deemed him far more interesting than before. “Yeah, I was on a special list when I came down. Only a few others in my line, everyone else had to wait in this huge waiting room. It was…repulsive and I’ve been in the alley behind the Whisky.” 

Josh tilted his head, looking over her once more. He felt like he should know her, but he couldn’t understand from where. She looked so familiar. Her hair seemed to shift every so often and he couldn’t be sure if it was the light or mood dependent. He didn’t prod at her mentioning the special treatment in Hell, didn’t want to alert her to the fact, that from what he knew, that was extremely rare.

“Have you told your demon friend about me yet?” She asked.

“He’s not my friend,” Josh responds automatically. 

Her eyebrows raise as she turns her head back to him, scanning him for understanding. A killer upon its prey. 

“Secret lover?” She guesses. 

Josh can’t hide his face of disgust. “Jesus! No!”

“Homophobic?” She asks with a look of distaste. Not being for the gays was so not groovy. Half the musicians she hung out with back in the day were gay. And she wasn’t one for choosing when it came to sexuality. 

“No!” Josh cries. “I am more than an ally to that cause, not that angels really have sexualities…it’s just.” He sighs, rubbing at his neck confusion. “He was, is–I don’t know, my twin.” 

“Oh!” She beams, eyes once again lighting up in intrigue. She enjoyed learning things, it helped for using it against people at the end of the day. “So he’s also a proper demon. Fell and all that.” 

“Yeah, don’t remind me.” He sounded pained, as if he was reliving the entire thing. 

“Wow…” She blows out a breath. “That must be funky.” 

She continued when Josh said nothing. “Y’know ‘cause he’s your brother but also he’s–” She finished her statement by sticking her pointer fingers through her hair and wiggling them around. 

“Yes, I am aware.” Josh shakes his head. 

She stood up and stretched her arms over her head, revealing her stomach below the flowy lace top she was wearing. “Great catch up, I guess, angel. Wanna trade tricks later? I’ve already worked through most of the main bars here and I’m getting bored.” Nothing was keeping her interest, since every place she had to transform into her liking. 

“You want to hang out with me? You want to hang out with an angel?” 

She grinned, turning around herself once before dropping her arms and stalking back towards Josh, standing directly in front of him. She leaned over him, watching him straighten his neck and swallow thickly. His eyes flickered from her face to the carnelian again. 

“Everyone else is too easy around here. I need a challenge.” Her lips were right in front of his. “You seem like the perfect remedy for a wayward soul like me.” 

-

Josh wasn’t exactly sure why he agreed to meet the demon at some speakeasy she said she needed to try. He wasn’t fully sold on calling her ‘Sal’, something about it felt off to him. She didn’t even really seem to care for it either. Jake, he knew, was vehement that he wished to be called Jake. 

Jake was probably why he had come to the back door of a pizza joint that was actually the door to the underground speakeasy. He’d asked for more information on her. When Josh had inquired why Jake couldn’t just do it himself, his twin finally fessed up that he was actually not currently in Nashville at all. Leaving the heavy lifting to Josh, like always. 

Begrudgingly, Josh entered another bar with plans to meet a demon. Heaven forgive him. It was smokey inside the brick-walled cavern. Small candles lit the tabletops and narrow bar top. A small dance floor was packed as people danced slowly to a jazz band. In the corner of the room, he saw her hair almost glowing in the dark and he made his way over. 

She was dressed in a black pantsuit, with no undershirt, just a black lace bra and her same necklace. Rori wasn’t present, from what Josh could see, but based on their conversation earlier he had a feeling the demon dog was around, lurking. 

She groaned when she saw what Josh was wearing. 

“Angel, man, do you have any other clothes besides that?” She shook her head in disappointment. 

“Of course I do,” Josh huffed, looking down at his clothes not understanding what was wrong with them. 

“Change.”

“I can’t perform miracles just to change my outfit. That’s wrong.” 

“That’s wrong, it’s wrong,” She parrots what she thought was becoming Josh’s mantra. “God, Heaven sounds so stifling.” She rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers with impatience.

In an instant, Josh was dressed in a red velvet jumpsuit with sequins around the neckline. His arms were on full display, muscles bulging while the velvet hugged his torso and lengthened his height. He smooths at his hair and feels something come off his skin. On his hand, he sees glitter. He looks at her again and then down at his new clothes. She was eyeing the bulge veering to his right thigh. 

“Much better.” She grins. 

Josh rolls his hand in front of him quickly, almost like a benediction, and once again his outfit has changed. Now, he was in a cream and grey jumpsuit that was far less flashy of his own with his favorite sigil emblazoned on the chest. He left the glitter and sat down. 

Her unamused look makes Josh feel a little hot with shame. 

“A little miracle to make sure I don’t look like a demon can be forgiven.” 

“You looked foxy but whatever.” She rolls her eyes and flicks a hand at the table, producing a bottle of red wine for both of them. “You drink, surely. C’mon, don’t act like your demon brother hasn’t corrupted a few of those precious angel feathers.” 

Josh can’t help the smile that falls over his face. Not sure what was so endearing about her at this moment. The romantic jazz might have something to do with it. He loved jazz. He takes the drink gratefully and they sip in companionable silence. She was subdued. 

With one bottle down, they start a second and this is when she offers to show Josh a trick if he’ll show her something again. He shrugs in compliance, feeling well on his way to drunk. 

“But won’t the other people in here see?” He adds. 

“No, they all know to mind their own business. Plus, it’s dark in here.” She winks and suddenly Josh is staring at only her head. 

He can seriously only see her head and neck. She moves closer to him and now Josh is certain, she’s made her body disappear. She was a dishonest-to-god floating head. Her head glowed gold for a moment as she twirled in a complete 360 to really show herself off. Josh’s eyes were as wide as possible trying not to cry out in amazement. Then the rest of her body reappeared, straddling Josh’s lap. With her arms draped over his shoulder, her all black soulless eyes gazed into Josh’s, practically paralyzing him with her fiery warmth and intensity. 

“So what do you think, angel?” 

“I, uh,” Josh stuttered. He placed his hands firmly on her hips and moved her off of him. “That’s impressive. What’s it good for?” 

“S just fun,” She shrugged, undetered by Josh removing her from his lap. “Let’s dance and then you can show me your wings or something.” 

Josh didn’t have time to protest, as she grabbed his wrist with one hand and their second bottle of pinot noir in the other. 

She took a swig before letting it float in the air beside them. Her body swiveled around the dance floor, placing herself in Josh’s arms as he swayed respectfully. She sighed and sunk into the movement, drinking from the bottle every so often. When the song changed, she turned to face Josh, handing the wine to him. He drank obediently, which she felt was a triumph. 

Hands draped over his shoulders again, she pressed her body against his. He was strong, she could feel his toned stomach. Her regular eyes met his and she tipped her nose against his. He looked stoicly back at her, determined to be friendly but not fall into the trap she was so clearly laying for him. 

“You’ve got so many defenses up,” She whispers. “Why not do what you want for once? Loosen up. Indulge.” 

Josh smiles down at her and moves his lips to her ear. Polite as ever, he speaks soothingly. “I am having a lovely time with you, Sal.”

She groans, pressing his hands to her hips again, where the curve of her ass was. “I can gaurantee you’ve never had what I’m offering you…” 

Josh smiles knowingly, unconvinced. “I’m afraid I’m above your temptations. Is seduction your main area of expertise?” 

She glares at him, but there’s a glint in her eye. She loved the chase. The difficulty. 

“Debauchery in general, but with how many people wanted to have sex with me in my first life I have a specialization in seduction and desire.” 

He shrugs, moving his hands to a respectful place on her waist. His touch is light, but she feels the pressure of his thumbs pushing at the exposed skin. She smirks and snakes her lips up to his ear. 

The gold hoop glints and she flicks her tongue over it. “I could just show you what you’re missing. If you’d allow me to put it in your mind, we wouldn’t actually do it. You’d be in complete control. Halo intact. C’mon just a few images…it’ll be informative.” 

Josh sighs as the tug of her teeth on his earring. She was bad. Terribly good at her job. He understood why she was here. Jake wasn’t even in town. Damn him. If he did his job a little better, Josh wouldn’t be contemplating allowing a demon into even a small recess of his mind. But, Jesus, did he want to just see it. If it wasn’t real, it wasn’t really a sin to indulge. 

She stares at him, waiting for his response. Her hands run over his shoulders and chest. The music swells and Josh’s hands tighten on her waist as he looks up to the ceiling, praying for forgiveness. 

“For educational purposes,” He starts and she grins. “I will allow you to show me how you do your job. So that I may be able to thwart your wrongdoings better.” 

“It’s just a little sex,” She licks her lips. “Igniting passion in people makes more babies for you to teach heavenly values or whatever. God likes sex, Josh.” Her voice is sickening, it was like she was dripping in a delicious scent that Josh can’t get out of his head. Twisting his values and her intentions into something evil that somehow made wicked sense.

He’s been careful to only open up a small piece he knows he can close, but he almost loses his footing when he finally feels her stinging lips on his. She licks into his mouth and he’s about to protest before the images begin to flow through his mind. 

‘Good thing your brother doesn’t have to transfer information like this, huh?’ Sal says within Josh’s mind. 

Guiltily, he feels himself laughing. Though his physical body is still locking lips with her. 

The room she brings him to in his mind is dark, a red lamp in the corner where two bodies are rolling around. Sighs of ecstasy filling his ears. The smell of sex hanging in his nose.

‘You’re really missing out, angel. Could show you the best thing life, and death, has to offer.’ Her voice is softer in his mind. 

The scene changes. He’s staring up at her above him. Her hips are working over him steadily as her naked breasts bounce in front of him, her necklace is the glowing light now. Her voice is sinful as she moans praises for Josh. How good he feels, how big he is, how strong he is. The scene changes and he’s driving into her with her legs over his shoulders, she’s smiling sweetly up at him with her mouth open, repeating his name like a prayer. It shifts and she’s pressed face down in the grey silk pillows, her body spread out for him as he grunts and growls, thrusting ceremoniously into her as she screams for him to keep going. It’s melodic, every bodily sound and the scene of their physical bodies uniting is hypnotic. Like it was pre-ordained that he would fit so well inside her. He feels euphoric as it shifts once more. She is back on top, his hips press up into her as she grinds down. Their faces are pressed together as Josh holds her body close to him. Arms enveloping her fragile frame. The room is quiet as they are pressed skin to skin, her lips meeting his gently. Sharp gasps escape their trembling lips.

‘Okay, enough,’ Josh pushes away from the scene, feeling both aroused and confused. 

In the speakeasy, she pulls back from the kiss with a wipe of her lips. She runs her hands through her hair as she watches Josh. She had shown him every one of his fantasies, placing herself at the center of them. They weren’t particularly raunchy, it was all about connection to him and for once she didn’t tease. 

“I like you, Joshua,” She says, truthfully, allowing him to pull their bodies a little apart. 

He was flustered and confused and embarrassed, but he also didn’t want to run. She had kept her word, shown him a few things and left. He didn’t fully understand the words she had just spoken.

He shakes his head, an awkward smile on his lips there on accident, and she stares at him wistfully. 

“I haven’t had someone in my mind in a very long time.” 

“It’s okay,” She soothes. “You really are an angel. Maybe on this earthly plane for too long since you clearly have carnal desires, but they were sweet. Every man’s mind I’ve looked into had vile and cruel desires…” She paused, looking past Josh. “Even in my first life, all the men I knew wanted to hurt the women they supposedly loved.” 

Josh’s eyebrows shot up in shock. 

“The closest you got to dirty was having me in do–”

“Okay!” Josh cut her off. “I think it’s time to call it a night.” He turned and walked swiftly through the crowd, parting easily for him–definitely not a misuse of his miracles. 

“Fine,” She grinned wickedly and whistled for Rori, sauntering after Josh. 

Back on the street, it could’ve been daytime with all the lights compared to the speakeasy. She squinted her eyes in distaste, thriving in the dark and wishing she had brought her sunglasses.

Josh was turned away from her so she tapped on his shoulder, wanting his attention. Wanting to see him again. He turned slowly and the look on his cherubic face was troubled. She frowned, about to ask what got his wings in a twist. 

A shadow stepped into Josh’s light. His hair was long and messy, in need of a wash. His silver jewelry shined heavy on his tanned chest. His black button up was almost completely open exposing his torso and he held a wide-brimmed black hat loosely in one hand and a guitar case more carefully in the other. His eyes flashed yellow when he spotted Y/N.  

She straightened her posture under his gaze and gave him a defiant look. Rori growled, but stayed behind her legs. 

Jake ran his tongue over his bottom lip, taking in the woman shaped devil before him. “You must be the new demon in town.” 

She tilted her head at him and looked between Josh and Jake. “And you must be your brother’s keeper.” 

He took a menacing step closer, narrowing his eyes at his angel of a brother before returning his gaze to her. “Something like that. Now, farewell…or don’t, I don’t care.”

She opened her mouth to speak again but no sound came out. 

His eyes flashed again as he turned on his heel and said tersely, a command, “Josh.”

The pair disappeared into fog that had appeared as suddenly as the older demon along the nighttime sidewalk and then she watched it dissipate moments later, leaving no trace of the creatures. The men. The angel and the demon.

-

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;; History Lessons   Chapter Seventeen of the Road Wife Series

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Summary: On the road again, you are haunted by the memory of catching Pat Maroon and the first wife together at Amalie. But you find an escape - and answers - when your first appointment with Alex Killorn claims your afternoon. Kinks & Triggers: there is no smut in this chapter. Word Count: 3k

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The road trip kicked off yet again in Dallas, which felt more like a second home than a pit stop for the season which how many times the boys had played them. But that was merely a side effect of playing a condensed season in one set division. You bounced from Tampa to Sunrise, Dallas, Raleigh, Detroit, Nashville and Chicago. That was the breadth of your reality. Any other team, any other city, would only concern you when the playoffs began. Until then, only two things hung heavily over your mind. Your duties as the road wife, and the road wife that had come before you.

You had tried to keep yourself distracted with books and music and conversation. But there was no ignoring the stare of Pat on the flight that had taken you from Tampa to Dallas. And there was no ridding your mind of the memory.

It was all still so clear in your mind. Pat, sitting there on the examination table. His shirt was open, merely hanging off his shoulder. You could see everything. The tone of his chest, and the hair that grew on it. The treasure trail on his belly that leads your gaze down to the top of his belt buckle. You remembered how his hair was still wet and slicked back from his shower, and you had caught the look in his dark eyes when he realized he was doing something he knew he shouldn’t be doing.

Ella was a stark contrast to him, her soft dark hair hanging down her back and the look on her face satisfied as if she had wanted to be caught. To be seen. And you saw it all. The way her hands rested on the breadth of his thighs to just how close she was standing to him. Between his legs. So close that she could have-

You didn’t let your mind spiral as it often did when it crept into the back of your mind. The vision of them became etched there, but you refused to let yourself fill in the blanks. You refused to let yourself wonder just was happening there before you caught them.

Work kept you busy when the team had played Dallas the night before. They won with a score of 2-1, with goals from Roope Hintz and Stamkos on the power play, but it was Gourde who had scored the game-winner. But it was Vasy’s effort in the net that really won the game for the team, and they rewarded him a night with you because of it.

He had kept you busy for an hour and tired you out enough to sleep through the night, but they had another game to play in Dallas tomorrow. And while practice consumed the morning, it left the rest of the day for your mind to wander. It left you restless in your hotel room, moving from the bed to the sofa and to the bed again as you tried to read or listen to music. But nothing could bring you resolve. Not until the familiar chime of your phone met your ears. An appointment! You had an appointment!

Sprawling out over the mattress, you reached for the phone that rested face down on the nightstand. The screen was bright with life as you cradled it in your palm, your shoulders doing a shimmy of a dance as you brought it up to review the calendar notifications with a smirk. You hoped that whoever it was, was someone who could fuck the thoughts right out of your head. But when you read the name in the title of the appointment, your stomach coiled into a knot. Killorn.

You had never had an appointment with Alex before, and for a time you thought his name wouldn’t show up on your screen. That he or his girlfriend didn’t want to be involved in such an agreement. Yet, after almost 3 months in service to the team, it was time for his first appointment.

That fact both worried and excited you.

Alex was one of the 4 players that made up the leadership team. Alongside Stamkos, Hedman and McDonagh, he had access to all of your calendars. He knew what you did, and with whom. Even back in Tampa during a homestead, he knew about every appointment you kept to assure that you were ready for the next road trip. Because it was his job to know. Yet, with all the knowledge, he had always treated you kindly. Like a friend, more than a colleague.

The two of you would often watch movies on your flights together when you didn’t have an appointment to consume your time. And while you didn’t have a habit of going to anyone with any problems you had, you knew Alex was someone you could trust no matter what. That fact alone should have had you skipping down the hotel hallway to fuck him. But when you stepped out into the hallway, you moved with the same calm discretion you used for all of your appointments.

You kept your head down, though the hallway was clear, and you kept your eyes trained on the ground as you came to the door and gave it a delicate knock. He would be expecting you. There would be no need to be loud and draw attention from the surrounding rooms. It only took a moment for the door to open and for Alex to greet you, but it was with something besides hello: “Where’s the sexy nurse costume?”

A lump formed in your throat as you looked up at him. He leaned up against the door frame, his shirt discarded somewhere back in his room, but it wasn’t enough to distract you from the seriousness of his stare.

You swallowed hard before you spoke. “Sexy nurse costume?”

Your words were broken, your expression falling into concern as your hand slipped into your back pocket where you had put your phone. His appointment hadn’t mentioned a costume-

Before you could check the appointment in your calendar for any clarification, Alex’s facade had broken and fell into laughter. “I’m just fucking with you.”

You wanted to laugh, but the panic he had given you at that moment only left your eyes to roll.

“Very funny, Alex,” you said, your sarcasm dripping off your words as you leaned in, tipped your chin up and childishly wrinkled your nose at him.

It was there when you leaned in so close to him; he let his hand wind around your waist. His hand found the small of your back, pressing carefully yet firmly against it to draw you inside. Your feet shuffled against the floor for the few feet he guided you, but once you were through the threshold, his hand was slipping from you. Free from his hold, you stopped in place just long enough to kick off your shoes before you were off like a shot and jumping onto his bed. You had never been in Alex’s room on the road, but you got comfortable with ease.

You settled among the pillows and snuggled into their comfort as if the two of you were settling in for a movie, not sex. And Alex did the same, settling down beside you. He leaned back against the headboard, his athletically toned body stretched out lazily before he took hold of you by the ankle and carefully tugged you to drape your legs over his lap.

It was the first authentic touch he had given you. One that boarded, being friendly and being curious. It left you lying a little awkwardly across the bed, but you didn’t mind. It was nice just being there to escape the torment of your own mind and there was a certain peace in Alex not being in a rush. Most of the other players would have you out of your pants before you even made it to bed, but Alex seemed to want to take his time with you.

His hand dragged up and down the length of your leg slowly as you both lay there. Running from ankle to knee, the only thing between you was the thin fabric of your pants. You warmed beneath the gentle friction, your mind focused on the rhythm of his touch as the two of you fell to small talk. You spoke of the game the night before, the road ahead, and the playoffs to come all the while his hand crept up a little higher. Up and over your knee before dropping back down, slipping down the side of your leg before travelling back up again. Until his hand came to hook behind your knee and he hoisted you up to sit in his lap with an effort that could only leave you gasping.

You often forgot just how easy it would be for any of the players to really manhandle you, and in that moment, Alex had been the closest to doing it. He seated you in his lap, your knees resting on each side of him and your hands finding - and feeling - the breadths of his chest to steady yourself as you wavered for a moment. Every breath you took almost brought you to a nervous tremble as you watched him, both of you so careful, so cautious, but it could only last so long. You had a job to do.

His hand had settled on your hips, his grip on you not hard but not slipping from you either. Firm, but easy enough for you to draw a single hand from you. You held it in both of yours, drawing it up to your lips to place a careful, lingering kiss against the pad of his fingers before guiding it to your cheek. His hand splayed out against him. You could feel everything from the warmth of his palm to how his fingers stretched out into your hairline as he cradled your cheek. It is with that careful touch that Alex guided you in and welcomed your kiss.

Your lips moved against his slowly, your nose wrinkling at the feeling of his coarse beard rubbing up against the skin of your jaw. But you persisted, leaning into the cautious kiss as his grip on your hip grip a little tighter. Then your lips parted, your tongue coaxing in the embrace of his tongue, but when it slid past your lips, you had to do your best not to cower. You could feel its slick - almost slimy feeling embrace as it stroked your tongue, getting the very taste of him - which was a pleasant minty flavour. Yet, it felt wrong.

It took all your willpower to keep your composure, to keep yourself from gagging as your hands found both of his cheeks and you eased out of the kiss you shared. Your eyes shifted over his features quickly, trying to gauge how he was feeling, but Killorn was always one of the hardest people for you to read.

Sighing, you let your eyes shut, and let your question creep up the back of your throat. “Was that as weird for you as it was for me?” you asked, your words a nervous admission.

But Alex put you at ease with a low laugh. “Yeah.”

“Thank fuck,” you sigh out, the relief consuming you both with laughter as you slid out of his lap and sprawled out on the bed at his side. It rumbled through you both light thunder that rolled and then there was nothing but silence and the heavy breathing as you both tried to calm after the fit of laughter.

Then, just when the silence was under threat of becoming awkward, you leaned your head to the side and looked up at Alex. “So, what do we do now?”

The easy answer would have been for the two of you to go your separate ways. For you to return to your room, and for him to get back to whatever he was doing before you arrived. But he had you booked for the entire hour, but leaving early would be easy enough to explain - especially when there was no shame in being honest. Yet, he reached for the remote and tossed the room service menu at you.

Sitting up, you crossed your legs and placed the menu in your lap. You looked over it with a smile, your finger tracing each item as you pondered it before going to the next. You could hear Alex putting on the TV in the background. The noise was welcome, but it couldn’t keep your mind at bay. The curiosities of your mind were consuming you once more. Worst of all, you knew Alex could provide answers. Which is why there was no stopping your words are they left your lips in a careless question.

“What really happened with the last wife?”

You kept your eyes fixated on the menu, only looking up when he answered with silence. His eyes were wide, his head half-cocked to the side. He wasn’t expecting that.

“I know she slept with Tyler Seguin. He all but told me that,” you explained, your words clear and direct as you looked at him, your eyes pleading, “but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

More silence.

You fucking hated the silence. You wanted answered, even if it was something you both knew you shouldn’t be talking about. But you needed answers, so you were going to keep talking until he gave you something. Anything.

“She works for the Florida Panthers now, did you know that?” he met your eyes at the question, his soft look a silent answer. He knew. “She was at Amalie when we played them at home last…” you hesitated, swallowing hard before you spoke again, “I caught her with Pat-”

Alex cut you off with a long, exasperated sigh as his hand came up to card through his dark hair. This was it. The trigger point.

“Who else knows about this?” he asked. His words were low, and so soft that it almost made you nervous.

“Just you,” you said.

“Keep it that way.”

You stiffened. The tone of his words left your body feeling like glass. Fragile. But nowhere near the fragility of Pat’s situation. With so few words, and Alex’s mere tone, he told you that Pat would get in a lot of trouble if anyone else found out. Especially with it being so close to the postseason. The team needed him, so you would keep your mouth shut. But not with him. Not when his answers were making you all the more curious.

“You have to tell me what happened now,” you pried, pushing up onto your knees and giving him a reassuring smile.

He could trust you - or rather, you needed him to trust you.

And Alex did.

“Seguin wasn’t the only problem we had with Ella,” Alex started and it sent your stomach aflutter with nerves. “She and Pat were very close. Her betrayal cut him deeper than any of the rest of us…” he trailed off, his dark eyes shifting away from your face as she ran his hand along the angles of his jawline. Alex was trying to determine just how much he could get away with telling you without getting himself into trouble. Maybe he had already said too much, but he didn’t leave you on the edge of wanting more. “Because he was going to leave his fiance for her.”

“You’re joking!” You blurted out, your hands coming up to cover your mouth and the disbelief that consumed you.

Alex shook his head slowly, solemnly, and even then, you can’t believe it. You don’t want to.

You didn’t know how long exactly Ella had been with the team, but what you knew was that Pat had been engaged for some time before he had gotten married in the offseason. It had been a small ceremony not long before the season had started, shared in a mere handful of photographs on social media. And that he had known his now-wife long before they had entertained the idea of a relationship.

They had always seemed happy, in love. And he was going to throw it all away because of her. That was until he found out she had slept with Seguin.

The thought alone left a sour taste in your mouth, your body on the verge of retching. You hated that you caught them together, even if you didn’t know exactly what they were doing. Knowing what Alex shared with you only left your mind to spiral further now. And it left your heart broken for his wife. For his son. And his daughter too.

You wanted to tell yourself that they were just talking, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. Your gut was telling you something more had happened and your instinct wasn’t often wrong.

Alex must have seen the turmoil on your face, because he was reaching out to place a hand on your knee before you could stop it, then came his words. “She was trouble, but being the first wife, we didn’t have a lot of the conditions in place that we do now. Things weren’t as strict, gave us all a little too much freedom with what we could do with our wife.”

You tensed. He continued. “And if you asked me, we could use a few more rules to keep us all in line.”

Your brows knitted, confused, curious, “what do you mean?”

His smile grew, maybe a little too wide. He had been waiting for this moment, maybe even longer than you had been looking for your own answers. “I’ll just get to the point because I’m curious. What’s going on with you, Ross and Tony?”

“Are you asking me as the alternate captain or as my friend?” You asked him, your own words slow, cautious. It was you who was unsure of what you could say without getting yourself into trouble now.

“Your friend.”

“In that case,” you let yourself smile as you let yourself lay over his lap as you reached for the hotel phone, “we’re going to need a drink. I don’t talk about boys without a drink-”

#alex killorn #hockey rpf #hockey imagines #hockey #nhl rpf #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #;; the road wife

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Something More- Chapter 1

series

18+

Word Count: 3.4k

Chapter Summary: After moving to Nashville and rekindling your friendship with your hometown friends, the weight of your old high school crush comes back with force. Tired of seeing him with a new girl every night, you decide it’s time for things to change.

Pairings: SammyxReader

               Dannyxreader

Tropes: friends to enemies?

              enemies to lovers

              friends to lovers

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Mentions and allusions to sexual activity

Part 2

Part 3

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“He just gets this way when he’s drunk,” Danny leaned closer to you, his upper body hovering over the bar counter to look at you. You sat next to him stiffly, your eyes staring straight ahead as to avoid the situation unfolding to your left.

You only nodded your head and sipped your drink, trying your hardest not to look too pathetic next to his best friend.

“How often is he drunk then?”

You scoffed, downing your drink and rustling through your purse for your card.

“I’m closing my tab, you want anything before I go?”

Danny only pressed his lips into a disappointed frown, peering over your shoulder as Sam leaned even closer to the tall blonde he had been following around all night across the bar, his hand finding a home on her waist. He sighed, wishing he could somehow telepathically slap him upside the head and looked back at you.

“You’re not going home, you’re going to stay and get drunk with me-” Danny took the bit of plastic out of your hand, returning it to your purse, “-and then you’re gonna take off your coat, dance with Josh and I, and make Sam insanely jealous.”

“Danny, really I just want to go home.”

Danny lowered his eyebrows giving you a stern look.

“And let him ruin your night, nope, not on my watch, you’re going to have fun tonight, I’v decided right here and now!”

You mustered up a smile, finally turning your head to look back at Danny, a playful smirk smeared on his lips.

“Yeah, I guess that sounds like a plan.”

Danny silently cheered, pumping his fists up and down in celebration before calling over the bartender and ordering you both shots.

“To the hottest girl in the bar,” Danny raised his eyebrows playfully at you, “To Danny Wagner, the hottest bitch in this bar tonight!”

The two of you chuckled and clinked your glasses together before tapping them on the bar and chucking them back, a sweet burning making its way down your throats.

You sneaked a glance behind you as Danny preoccupied himself with ordering more drinks. His hands were settled on her hips now, his face nestled into the crook of her neck as she covered her mouth to stifle laughs at whatever dirty things were coming out of Sam’s lips. You let your face drop for a moment before returning the stretched smile to your lips and facing Danny’s direction.

You weren’t quite sure when the infatuation began, maybe it had always been there. Perhaps it had been sparked the day you met the two boys in high school, squeaky voices, acne scattered faces and all. Or maybe it began more recently, Sam did look especially mouth watering wearing nothing but dress pants and a bass strapped across his chest.

You were sure everyone but Sam knew about your sad little crush, though Danny was the only one you ever confided in, mostly against your will with his constant pestering and prodding. You imagined you wouldn’t still be hanging round them if it weren’t for Danny. Despite how much you loved all the others, there was only so much of Sam disappearing for hours at a time with beautiful women you could take. If it weren’t for Danny, you were sure your breaking point would have happened long ago.

“Drink up, you still look too depressed to dance!” Danny yelled over the increasingly loud bar.

The live band that had been setting up for the past half hour had finally started to play and people were beginning to stream onto the small dance floor in front of the slightly platformed stage. You took a swig of whatever drink Danny had gotten the hankering for that night and kept going until once again your cup was empty and your head began to go light and fuzzy with the sweet effects of alcohol.

“Josh! Jake!!” Danny yelled over the bar where the twins were involved in a seemingly very heated and very drunken debate.

The two stumbled over, babbling over themselves and shushing the other to get their words out first.

“Okay- shut up Jake- okay, would you rather-”, “I don’t care, take a shot with us!” Danny yelled out, stopping Josh short of continuing whatever fight the two were previously in.

Both Jake and Josh seemingly forgot whatever it was they were arguing over at the mention of shots and lined up next to you as the bartender came over with 8 shot glasses of liquor.

“Down the hatch boys and girls!” Danny exclaimed, holding one glass in each hand.

You mimicked him, finding yourself with two shots of tequila gracing your fingertips.

“1, 2 ,3!”

In unison, the four of you threw back the first shot. Your eyes squeezed shut at the burning and bitterness before forcing the other one down, patting around the bar for the bowl of limes before bringing one up to your lips and biting into it.

“One more drink and I think it’ll be dancing time!” Danny jumped his eyebrows up and down as he moved his face closer to yours, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Are you trying to kill me, Wagner?!”

You chuckled, wiping the remnants of lime juice off your lips with the back of your hand. Danny’s eyes darted down quickly to watch as you did so, his gaze returning to your eyes as quickly as it left.

“Yes, I am,” He smirked, eyes never leaving yours as he grabbed another drink off the counter and shoved it in your hand.

“Drink quick, I want a good spot on the dance floor.”

Danny chugged his drink in one go as you managed a few large gulps to try and keep up with him. You slammed your glass on the counter only a few seconds after he did and shook off your jacket, revealing the sheer black top, black skirt and tights you had hidden under your bulky, old denim jacket.

“Sam’s a fucking idiot,” Danny chuckled as you threw the jacket onto the back of your stool and grabbed his hand.

“Josh, come dance!” Danny yelled as you pulled him towards the stage, knowing Jake would prefer sitting by the bar and maybe sauntering over later on his own accord.

As expected, Josh immediately hopped up, taking one last sip from his drink and jogging over to you and Danny who already made a place for yourselves in the middle of the dance floor. The band was on fire, playing hit after hit as the three of you drunkenly jumped together to whatever early 2000’s punk pop song they were covering.

“You wanna make him jealous?” Danny whispered into your ear, though it was more of a low yell as the song began to change and shift gears.

Your cheeks flushed with jealousy, remembering again the way Sam was leaning into her. You nodded up at him and he flashed a grin.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you in closer to him, sliding one hand farther down to rest low on your hip and the other on the small of your back. He pressed himself against you, the two of you swaying against each other to the music. You could feel yourself getting hot, though you weren’t sure if it was because of Danny or the fearsome anticipation of Sammy seeing you like this with his best friend.

You had almost forgotten that Josh was behind you until his hand snaked up your side, riding up the fabric of the mesh top as his hand settled on the skin of your waist. He pressed his chest to your back as you lolled your head back, resting it on Josh’s shoulder as you swayed against him and Danny.

Everything moved in slow motion, the live music had melted into the background as well as the rest of the bar. All that was certain were Josh and Danny’s hands pulling you back and forth between the two of them. You rested your hand on Danny’s hip, your fingers hooked around his belt loops as the other reached behind to hug at the back of Josh’s neck.

Josh was drunkenly giggling behind you, gyrating his hips in the most over the top manner to the bass of the song. You let an easy smile rest on your lips as you swayed back and forth with the two, your back pressed into Josh’s chest as your hips moved against Danny’s.

“I’m gonna get another drink!” Josh yelled to the both of you.

You nodded your head and his hands slipped off of your waist and the warmth behind you disappeared.

“You down for one more song?” Danny asked over the music and chatter.

“Show me what you got Wagner!” You yelled.

The side of his lip quirked up into a giddy smirk as he moved his hands up and down your sides, gripping your hips before turning you around, your back to his chest just the way it had been with Josh, only much much closer. He was pressed against you completely, his hips just meeting the small of your back as your ass pressed against his lap. His hands were steady on your hips, fingertips squeezing at your sides. You began moving together, his hips moving in sync with yours.

You could hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears as his fingers pressed deeper and deeper into your sides and your hips moved with the other. You threw your arm around his neck. His hand danced up your side and trailed up your neck, moving your hair over one shoulder and grazing his cheek up your exposed neck until his lips found themselves centimeters from your ear.

“He’s looking,” he exhaled, and for once, you didn’t remember what he was talking about.

He chuckled, realizing your confusion.

“Sam, he’s staring at you,” Danny breathed into you, resting his chin on your shoulder as his hand grazed the side of your neck.

You trailed your gaze over to the corner of the bar finding a pair of eyes glued onto you. He stood lazily holding his drink with his back leaned against the bar. His eyebrows were drawn down and his lips pressed together into that bratty frown he always wore when he didn’t get his way. You smirked, matching his stare for a moment, realizing that his tall blonde was nowhere to be seen.

The music slowed, the drummer’s symbols faded out with the song. Danny removed his grip from you as you unwrapped your arm from his neck. You turned facing him, quickly darting your gaze away from his, though you weren’t quite sure why you felt so embarrassed. You had danced with Danny plenty of times, why this time was any different you didn’t know.

His eyes fixed over your shoulder.

“I think someone’s waiting for you,” He nodded his head over towards Sam and you turned just far enough to see him out of the corner of your eye.

You looked back to Danny, a part of you wanting to just go back to the bar and chat with him and the twins. You inhaled a long breath and turned on your heel, making your way over to the other side of the bar before you could talk yourself out of it, the feeling of Danny’s hands on your hips still hot on your skin.

You shouldn’t have been so nervous. You had known Sam upwards of ten years, though after high school the time you spent with them was very few and far between. You had only started seeing them somewhat regularly again since moving to Nashville about a year ago. Still, walking up to Sam should not have warranted the nervousness settling uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach.

“Having fun?”

He asked quickly as you stood next to him, mirroring the way he leaned against the edge of the bar with his elbows resting on the counter behind him.

You nodded your head in response, letting a cheeky smirk crawl onto your lips.

“What’re you drinking?” He questioned, turning around to flag down a bartender.

You thought for a bit, wondering what it was you were drinking before Danny bombarded you with a string of random drinks designed only to get you as drunk as possible as quickly as possible.

“Moscow mule,” you turned and rested your forearms on the bar, leaning your head to the side to unashamedly gawk at Sam. His hair was pulled back into a bun, though various stray curls peeked their way out from the confines of his hair tie, and he was sporting a denim button down, a few ornate necklaces that he had most likely stolen from Josh and Jake resting on his exposed chest.

He looked down at you, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you continued your awestruck gaze up at him, a contented grin on your lips. The alcohol had finally started to settle into your veins, now that you weren’t dancing, and you no longer felt nervous. In fact, the more you stared at him, the more you so badly wanted him to know how attractive you found him, all the things you wanted to do to him, the things you wanted him to do to you.

“A moscow mule for the lady,” Sam handed over the drink, turning his body so he hovered over you as you rested your head in the palm of your propped up arm.

You straightened up, taking the drink from his hand.

“I’m upset I wasn’t invited to the dance floor with you guys,” Sam began, leaning close to your ear so you could hear him, though the music was so much quieter this far away from the stage, it wasn’t necessary.

Just one of his many moves, you thought, remembering the way he leaned into the girl’s neck from earlier and how she laughed at whatever he whispered to her. He had never used any of them on you, and although you could already feel a growing desire between your legs, the prospect of being just another girl he used the same recycled moves on to get into his bed sent a wave of disappointment through you.

“You seemed a little preoccupied,” you attempted an unbothered tone, though the words came out far more venomous than intended.

He was taken aback, the way his eyebrows jumped slightly and the playful smirk he was sporting fell. He recovered quickly, though, pulling his lips back into a grin as he carefully leaned away from you, shuffling his weight to his other leg.

You turned your head away, catching sight of Danny and the twins. Of course Josh and Jake were gesturing and speaking wildly as Danny just overlooked, an open-mouthed and amused grin present on his face.

The thought of his lips next to your ear and his hand on your neck came rushing back to you, a warmth bloomed on your skin. You looked away quickly as the memory began to brew in your head.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous,” Sam’s voice snapped you back to reality and you turned to meet his eye.

You furrowed your brows together and you could feel heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Good thing you don’t know any better,” you mumbled out with a weak voice as you rolled your eyes at him, cheeks red from being caught.

His confidence came creeping back as quickly as it had left and he leaned back into you, a hand snaking behind you and resting opposite your body on the counter.

You could already feel yourself melting the way that Sam could always make you melt, no matter what he did or how awful he made you feel. You hated yourself for it, the hold he had on you, but it felt so good, his eyes on you, and only you, his fingers grazing your side, his full, undivided attention on just you and no one else, even if it just was for the moment.

His arm now wrapped around your waist as his hand found rest on your hip. You sipped on your drink as Sam casually watched the band perform across the bar and tried to ignore the huge weight that was his hand lightly squeezing at your side.

The relationship the two of you had never ventured any farther than a casual drunken flirt which, given enough liquor, wasn’t unusual for Josh or even Danny. It was never anything like this.

He tilted his head back to you and you held his stare with your own. Whether or not the thought of Sam in your bed, the bar bathroom, his studio was constant in your mind, you were the prize of the night, and you had to act like it.

“I couldn’t stop staring at you,” Sam leaned in close again, his breath hitting your cheek.

You stared up at him with slight confusion, his eyes creasing as a knowing smile crept up on his lips.

“That's why she left, I couldn’t stop watching you-” his hand trailed up and down your side, “-you screw up my game y/n.”

A sore reminder, Sammy.

You thought, because at the end of the day, it was not only you he stared at, and it was not only you his fingers danced on. In fact, the reason he had never used any of his moves on you was because he had not wanted to. Not until somebody else feigned interest in you, or until he had nobody else to use them on.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Hasn’t seemed to be much of an issue in the past, Sammy.”

You retorted, knowing how much he hated it when you called him that.

As expected, his arrogance fell, his jaw tensed and he inhaled a sharp breath. His hand fell from your side, resting limply on the bar behind you.

Why did you even like him?

He was arrogant, selfish, seeping with conceit. You felt a burning in your chest, you felt so stupid, as if you were finally seeing him for who he was.

Your heart sank almost immediately, though, and your expression softened from its previous seething glare. You remembered the way he was, how he really was. The Sammy from high school. The Sammy that always yelled your name from across the hall with no regard for anyone else, huddling you and your embarrassment with a lanky arm around your shoulder. The Sammy that tried his hardest to visit you at college when a gig or tour brought them to your area, the first couple of years anyway.

The Sammy right here and the Sammy from the last year was a different person. You weren’t sure if he had changed truly, or if things had just become too different, too distant. Your phone calls and texts dwindled to close to nothing the following years after high school. An occasional ‘how have you been’ and annual happy birthdays and merry christmases were the extent of your relationship until you moved to Nashville.

That Sammy made you weak at the knees, that Sammy could do anything to you and you would always come crawling back for more.

“I’m gonna head home I think,” his voice finally sounded out.

You only nodded your head as you stared down at our drink, disappointment settling in your chest despite the resentment minutes before.

“You wouldn’t want to come with, would you?”

Your head shot up, he was staring down at you, acute anticipation smeared across his features.

Hook, line and sinker.

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, you nodded your head as you felt a slight warmth settle in the apples of your cheeks. You wouldn’t allow yourself to think about the foreseeable regret right then, not when his hand fell and rested on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd and helping you with your jacket and scarf. Not when his fingers found their place on your thigh during the car ride back, and definitely not when he closed the door to his apartment and cradled your jaw in his palm, lips melting into yours, careful and testing.

It was so hard to fathom the taste of disappointment and regret when he tasted so good. When his hips felt so sweet slamming against yours.

“Does it feel good, beautiful?”

“Show me how good I make you feel.”

Not even when he laid next to you, tracing small circles on your back and trailing feather light kisses against your shoulders.

#GVF #josh gvf #jake gvf #danny gvf #Sammy gvf #sam gvf #gvf x reader #sammy kiszka fic #sammy kiszka x reader #Greta Van Fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van smut #greta van fic #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fanfiction #sammy kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka #jake kiszka

[champagnepodiums]

I got into indycar at the beginning of the year, what even is bus bros and what is the lore behind them and their divorce??

OKAY!

So the Bus Bros are Scott McLaughlin and Josef Newgarden, both of Team Penske.

Scott came from Supercars, which is an Australian/NZ touring car series -- he had mega success with Team Penske but he married an American and he had always dreamed of racing in the US. He made his debut at the end of 2020, coming into IndyCar as a rookie for 2021.

And it was pretty clear pretty quickly that he and teammate Josef Newgarden got along fabulously (which iirc Josef himself said that he was surprised by that because he is usually so competitive that friendships with other drivers just don't happen). They also had the same guy Brian, doing their social media/photography stuff.

So of that, Bus Bros, a YouTube series was born in May 2022. It was hilarious, fans loved it so much, it was a hit. The series continued throughout the 2022 season and came back for the 2023 season but... you could tell as the episodes went on that it was not nearly as natural or fun as it had been for them?

The last video was captioned, "It's the Bus Bros and we are back. Apparently this show is alot of "work" for the Bros, but despite their "stress" we convinced them to put together another wild show from Nashville." And it was just... definitely time for the show to die it's natural death (and it did).

During media days at the beginning of the season, Josef and Scott both confirmed that Bus Bros were done. I don't think they've actually said that like they aren't friends anymore or anything but like, it does seem that their friendship (at least publicly) has cooled off. One thing to note that I think probably played a big part in all of this is that Josef and Brian parted ways while Scott still works with Brian so there's that!

I think? that's all the lore (if I missed something pls lemme know!!)

#bus bro lore primer #I guess! #always here to fill people in on indycar lore!

[sacredstarcatcher]

Cruel Summer - Part 5

Jake & Sam x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, angst, Hozier, voyeurism, unprotected sex.

Happy Monday everyone. :) My ask box is open for thoughts/questions/concerns/inspiration as this series continues!

When you finally make your way to the wedding, the two of you arrive 17 minutes early exactly despite the late start. You explain the importance of being early to weddings to Jake while you walk at a quick pace towards the venue. He trails behind at a normal speed, taking in his surroundings of the gardens from behind his sunglasses. 

As you enter, there are two rows of open chairs near the middle of the ceremony venue, so you decide to sit at the end of the back row and save the rest of the spots for his brothers and Danny.

The two of you get comfortable, casually commenting on the decor and watching guests enter, when you feel Jake place a warm hand on your bare thigh where it’s exposed from the slit of the dress. You can’t help but look down in confusion, then back up at his handsome side profile. It was extremely out of character for him to show any kind of PDA, but before you can get a word out to question it, Josh, Danny, Sammy, and his girlfriend walk in. 

You turn politely over your shoulder to greet them all with a wave as they come and sit in the row in front of you. Nausea and dread fill your gut as Sammy’s eyes dart to Jake’s hand on your leg, but he quickly and casually averts his gaze, pulling his date under his arm and guiding her to her seat. He’s dressed in a red suit, the cuffs and accents a contrasting black to the sanguine velvet of his jacket and pants. You feel sick watching them together after what happened between you two. You’re not sure if it’s jealousy or guilt, but either way, you’d rather be anywhere else.

As if to torture you, his date turns around to exchange pleasantries with Jake and Josh. Sam turns slightly, listening, observing. Your stare has to be burning holes into him as you literally cannot pull your eyes off of his bright red ensemble. It’s too bad he’s either unaware or ignoring you all the while. You’re not trying to flaunt Jake in front of him, but you’re almost positive that’s how he’s taken the public display of affection.

Throughout the ceremony, it feels like all you can do is watch Sam and his girlfriend interact. You notice a few things throughout the duration. The first and foremost being that she obviously doesn’t want to be here.

The second being the way they’re avoiding each other. At one point she reaches for his arm, but he remains still and doesn’t reciprocate. He doesn’t seem to act like the Sam you’ve come to know. A twinge of guilt passes through you- he’s been more physical with you lately than he seems to be with his own girlfriend. 

The third is that he’s still sad, and that breaks your heart straight down the middle. 

The ceremony ends and you all make your way to cocktail hour. It moves along mostly pain-free, as you stand at a high-top table with Jake and catch up about his recent time away in New York. You keep your back to the rest of the group, trying to keep from staring at the trainwreck that is Sam and his date.

The reception is in a beautiful, ornate, dimly lit room. The wedding’s dark colors and bluesy atmosphere feel like home to you. You think back to the evening you met Jake, joining him and Josh at that small table in the back of your Nashville dive. He seems to have the same thought as the band plays a familiar tune and he reaches for your hand, asking you to dance. It feels so nostalgic that you can’t say anything but yes.

You take his hand and follow him out onto the dance floor, gliding into his embrace as he rocks back and forth with you, his left hand in your right, his other arm around your waist. 

“You really do look absolutely stunning tonight,” he compliments, and you blush under his gaze. 

“Thank you. You look devilishly handsome, as usual.” You push a piece of his long hair behind his ear. “But how can you see in this dark ass room with your sunglasses on?”

“All I need to see is right in front of me,” he flirts, and you roll your eyes at the over-the-top flattery. You fall into comfortable silence for a while until the mix of your hurt feelings over seeing Sam and the three glasses of champagne make you feel braver than you have in a while. It’s you that disturbs the quiet first. 

“Jake. What are we doing?” 

In his typical Jake fashion, he’s cool, calm, and collected despite the loaded question you just lobbed at him. “Dancing, love.”

 “You know what I mean!” You can’t help but let your head fall back and groan at his smartassery. “How long am I going to be the girl that doesn’t get to spend the night?” You know you sound a little worked up, but it’s only because it’s taken you the last 2.5 months to gain the courage to ask. And you’re under the influence at a wedding, where romantic tension between everyone who isn’t married or even dating is high, so that’s not helping. 

“As long as you want to be.” His answer is short and simple  as he lifts his arm and spins you underneath like a ballerina; like it’s all some sort of joke to him. 

“And what happens when I’ve had enough?” you prod, tilting your head, honestly questioning him as he pulls you back into his sturdy embrace.

“Then I guess you can stay the night. However, you should know I snore like a freight train.” You’re at the point where you’re not finding it funny anymore.

“Not literally, Jake. You know what I mean.” You’re a little more tense now as the two of you continue swaying to the wedding band’s song.

“If you want an actual answer, you have to ask the actual question.” He’s still so unphased by it all that you can’t help but feel like you’re not going to like what you hear. 

“Are you ever going to introduce me as more than your date? Will you ever hold my hand instead of walking behind me like you don’t know me?” The questions were incredibly heavy as they hung in the air above you both. “Will I ever be more than a convenient fuck for you?” you ask, this time your voice taking on a sad timbre. Jake seems to think for a moment before sighing and leveling with you. 

“I’m not exactly interested in… settling down or committing to anything right now. And I have to be honest, I don’t know when I will be.” He’s genuine now, looking at your eyes over the stupid glasses on his face. 

“We’re going to be touring for another few years. It just doesn’t make sense for me right now.” All you can do is accept, nodding gently. “But hey.” He crouches a bit to catch your downcast eyes. “It’s not about wanting to fuck other people. I’m not seeing anyone else. You’re free to explore your options if that’s something you’re looking to do. You know. Settle down. House and a dog and all that.” He smiles gently at you, continuing to rock you to the bluesy tune in the background. “But it’s not like that.”

“Well that’s… good to know,” you say with a sad smile as the song slows to an end. 

“I have fun with you,” he says, as if it’s a consolation. The kiss he presses to your lips is met with almost no enthusiasm. You politely break from him to head to the table and get your drink.

As you’re walking to your seat, you spot Sam and his date bickering in the corner. It’s like a trainwreck you can’t look away from as they tensely converse while the rest of the reception moves around them. Eventually the storms off, and when his gaze finds yours it feels like time is frozen. You look at him and hope he can feel the heaviness in your gaze. I wish things were different.

He stays where he is, running a hand through your hair. You’re still stuck standing behind your chair, not sure what to do with yourself. You feel magnetically drawn to him, but he asked for space, so you can’t will yourself to move from where you’re frozen. Your spiral is startled by an abrupt change in volume from the stage. 

You turn to see Jake donning the wedding band’s guitar, the usual player making a beeline to the bar himself. Jake strums a few times, trying to get familiar with a guitar that’s not his own tried and true Gibson. A scan of the stage reveals the groom is at the mic dedicating the song to his bride. You smile up at the stage as the drummer clicks his sticks in a countoff. 

“Jackie and Wilson,” you murmur after the first few notes. 

Time is moving too fast as Sam walks to approach you. He offers his hand wordlessly and you accept, following him to the center of the dance floor.

You all but fall into Sam’s embrace, hands shaking, knees threatening to buckle. He pulls you in closer, but not too close, no matter how badly you wish you were pressed against him. It’s hard not to blush as he looks down at you, but you try to play it completely cool.

“Hi,” you say casually as he takes your hand in his. 

“Hi,” he answers, his boyish voice reverberating in your heart. “You look lovely.” The tension is already palpable 30 seconds into your interaction.

“You look very handsome yourself,” answer with dignity, squeezing his hand once quickly. He lets out a chuckle as his other hand finds your lower back.

“How much champagne have you had?” he chides jokingly, subtly turning you around so your back is to Jake. That, however, has moved you directly into his date’s line of sight as she’s dancing with Josh on the other side of the room. You offer a kind smile her way and she returns it, her firetruck red lips pursed together as if it’s ingenuine. The potential guilt you should be feeling is squashed as you look away and back into Sam’s eyes, seeing his mood improve for the first time tonight.

“You liquor drinkers left your toasting glasses unattended. What else was I supposed to do?” You decide it’s safer to avoid the subject of his crumbling relationship or your accidental kiss and continue the small talk. 

“It only takes three glasses of champagne for you to find me handsome,” he says, puffing out his chest with pride. “I think that’s pretty good.” Your eyes are bleary from the alcohol as you look up at his stupid, smug, kissable face and remember the way his lips feel against yours. It’s truly taking everything in you not to pull him in by the lapels of his jacket and kiss him until he can’t see straight. 

“I think you know that’s not true,” you flirt, your attempt at ignoring the situation falling flat. 

You’re briefly nervous that you’ve offended him, crossing the line he drew between you again, but then you see his heartstopping smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges, his slightly imperfect teeth shining for the first time that night. He doesn’t respond, and he doesn’t have to. All he does is pull you closer; close enough that you can’t keep staring into his eyes that feel so much like home, but everything feels right again once he starts singing along with the band.

“She’s gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair. She’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet she wouldn’t care.” 

He lets go of your hand and encourages you to spin under his arm. You step out, keeping your fingers linked with his as you turn. He pulls you back in and you continue swaying with him as he sings. 

“You okay?” he asks, sensing your inner turmoil. You sigh and look up at the ceiling, letting out a defeated laugh. 

“I’m not. But I will be.” His thumb absentmindedly moves back and forth where his hand rests on your back, gently consoling you as much as he probably can. A few beats of silence pass before he decides to address the elephant in the room. 

“If he’s not treating you right, you should break things off,” he says, giving you a spoonful of hypocritical advice you didn’t ask for. 

“Says the one who was just publicly arguing with his girlfriend in the middle of a wedding reception?” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “I feel like you’re not really in a position to give me relationship advice as of late.” 

He gives a slight laugh at that, nodding in agreement. It’s quiet between the two of you for a moment as the song plays on. 

“Listen. I know we’re supposed to regret what happened the other day. But I don’t.” You’re drunk on champagne and Sam and now there’s no turning back from what you just said. 

He begins to answer but you place a finger to his lips, giving him a tipsy shush. “Don’t. We don’t have to talk about it. But I just… I just need you to know. I didn’t kiss you because I was lonely or bored or confused. I did it because I like spending time with someone who cares about me and the things I do. You made me realize what I want and I can’t be mad at you for not reciprocating my feelings, because you still helped me.” You sigh, feeling the incredible weight lifted off your shoulders. “I’m sorry. But please don’t say anything. I can’t take being rejected by two of you in one night. I just wanted you to know.” 

He glares down at you, humorous disbelief all over his face. 

“I can’t say anything?” he asks with a knowing lilt to his voice, and you shake your head with a smirk. It’s then that the song slows to an end sooner than you would have liked. You all clap for Jake as he gives a wave of thanks and hands the guitar to its rightful owner.

“Okay,” he says, as if he’s got something to tell you, but you think the second blow to your self esteem mixed with the bubbly would send you home early in a fit of tears. You let go of his hand and turn to watch as Jake comes down off the stage,  approaching his younger brother and giving him a hearty slap on the back.

“Hope you were nice to my girl,” Jake says, pulling you close by the waist and kissing you on the cheek. Sam nods with a polite smile.

“Always am,” he responds under his breath, but you’re already pulling out of Jake’s grasp, still left feeling sour after your discussion earlier. 

“Not your girl,” you say, giving Jake a poke in the chest before walking off towards the bar to finally get yourself a drink.

-oOo-

The formal dinner ends and the afterparty begins, the smaller group of close friends (and those with the stamina to party harder somehow) moving into the saloon-esque basement of the impressive venue. The lights are dim, the liquor is flowing, and there’s a pool table. As usual, you see the four boys readying themselves for a few games. You, instead, take a trip to the bar and have a chat with the bride, complimenting her stunning dress from earlier and the one she’s in now. By the end of the conversation, she’s ordering you both tequila shots. 

Feeling warm and happy and a little too drunk to be the DD, you decide to order an ice water and make your way back to the pool table, standing by to watch them play. You look around and notice that Sam’s girlfriend is nowhere to be found.

Eventually Jake beats Sam at pool, letting out a macho grunt of celebration before pulling you in for a big kiss. The alcohol in your brain mixed with your conflicting feelings for both him and his brother have left you touch starved and in need of attention. You find yourself hungrily accepting his full lips and savoring the taste of his tongue in front of the entire room, tangling your hands in his hair. After a few seconds, you stop yourself from melting into him and come back to earth, pulling away nervously. You take a second to scrutinize his face, making sure he is who you think he is. Your vision clears before blurring again and you confirm.

He pulls you closer to him by the waist as he yells over your shoulder at someone else, joking loudly. His scarred forearm is around you, his talented hand splayed across your back. You scan the room over your shoulder with drunken eyes and can’t help but catch Sam’s. He’s lounging in a tacky, floral high back chair with his long legs stretched out over one arm. His sanpaku eyes lazily make their way from your face down your body to where Jake’s hand rests and below. He drags them back up to yours and wiggles his fingers lazily in a hidden wave, giving a sneaky smile. You roll your eyes, turning around and clinging to Jake, resting your head on his shoulder, hoping it makes Sam even just the slightest bit jealous. 

You boldly bury your head in Jake’s neck, biting and sucking gently just once at the skin right above his collarbone. It elicits a heavy exhale from him, and you can hear in his too-loud words being sent across the room that it’s tripped him up. He moves to swiftly end the conversation and cups your cheek, pulling your glazed eyes to look at him.

“Have you been drinking tequila, miss?” he chides quietly, a knowing smirk on his face. You blush and give a small, mischievous smile while he holds your face in his hands. 

“Maybe.” You nuzzle against his hand and it earns you a chuckle from him, eating up the attention.

You can’t even bring yourself to look at what Sam may be up to until Jake pulls you into his lap, sitting on one of the leather sofas in the saloon across from his brother.

He’s still sitting where you saw him last, his eyebrows raised, clearly thrown off by your behavior. You bat your eyelashes innocently at him, almost remorseful that he’s not the one driving you to such depravity.

Jake shifts underneath you as he chats with the groom sitting nearby, discussing some album you’ve probably never listened to in excruciating detail. You take an opportunity to wiggle a bit in his grasp and he hugs you closer.

Then things get a little more interesting, because at the sight of Jake’s hands on your body, drunk Sam’s interest is piqued. He watches with hazy, drunken eyes, his gaze unwavering. Jake’s warm hand slides down to your thigh, grabbing tightly past the slit of your dress.

Feeling bold and drunk, you make a show of shifting your hips in Jake’s lap with a slow, sensual roll as you pull your hair over your shoulder to expose your skin to him. Behind you, Jake is just as (if not more) intoxicated, careless and handsy, completely unbothered by the others that are around. 

You hold direct eye contact with Sam as Jake starts to place soft, wet kisses on the side of your neck. Your eyelids flutter but you maintain his gaze. Jake drags his hand up your thigh slowly, his fingertips grazing just high enough that your lips part slightly in surprise, and if it wasn’t so fucking loud in there, Sam might have heard the small moan you let out. You see him swallow thickly as his eyes finally move from yours and trail past your chest, down your torso to your hips and thighs, where just enough of your soft skin is exposed and in his older brother’s hand. 

The thought of it makes you feel fuzzy. You can’t help but smirk when his eyes flick back up to meet yours, caught in the act. Turning your head, you capture Jake in a kiss. You can feel he’s watching closely, so you make a show of biting Jake’s lower lip. It pushes Jake just a hair too far, dragging a moan out of him before he breaks from the kiss. 

“You’re going to ruin a pair of perfectly nice pants,” he whispers into your hair as he pulls you back to lean against his chest. You’re still stuck in a staring contest with Sam, who now has a pink tint to his cheeks. You nod gently at Jake as he continues to whisper some vulgar nonsense in your ear, your face flushed and lips swollen. You probably look like a ridiculous mess- your hair in loose curls, your makeup surely smudged, and your dress riding up. 

Your eyes are narrowed at Sam as you grind down on Jake’s lap once more, searching for some kind of relief, staring as if he’s anything but useless all the way across the room. You furrow your brow in frustration as you squirm, knowing just what you need, Jake’s fingers drag along your inner thigh again before this time grazing the hem of your panties, and your breath hitches. Sam quickly looks down to Jake’s hands, then back up at your face. He has an almost sinful smirk on his lips as he gives an upward nod, daring you to go further. You accept the challenge, shifting your left leg just enough to part your thighs and let him see up the skirt of your dress. His eyes immediately find your center and see the wet spot formed there before he looks up at your guilty, wanton face. Seconds after you lock eyes, the tension in the entire room snaps and Josh beats Danny at the game of pool they were apparently still playing. 

The room is no longer moving in slow motion. Everyone jumps and looks up from what they were doing to cheer as Danny heads to the bar and Josh shouts of his victory. Everything is moving so much faster than before that you’re taken off guard, disoriented, lost. Josh is handing Jake a shot over your shoulder. You take the hint to stand as Jake moves towards the bar, now unsure of where to go or what to do, so you head into the bathroom, realizing you’re sobering up and need to get yourself together.

You take a moment to splash some water on your face to combat the heat between your legs. Once you’re back outside, you see that Jake and Josh are now battling each other. You take in the sight before you, Jake absolutely shitfaced and attempting to play pool against his twin, and have to laugh. You scan the room for Sam, but he’s nowhere to be found. As if he could read your mind, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. The two of you are hidden away in a dark corner of the room, so you whip around to see him. 

“Nice show you put on back there,” he says at a normal volume. You give him the most genuine puzzled look you can muster. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sammy.” You shoot a look over your shoulder keeping an eye on what’s happening at the party, but when you turn back to Sam, he grabs you by the wrist and starts down the hallway at a speed you struggle to keep up with. You hurry to pick up your dress, trying not to trip in your heels.

“Where are we going?!” you yell with a laugh, but he shushes you, still pulling you along. Your shoes are so loud on the hard floor as you clamber after him you’re sure someone can hear you.

“Sam!” you whisper-shout, and he stops short in front of the unmarked door you’re passing. When he tries the handle, it’s unlocked. He opens it and flips on the light, bathing the room in warm light. You take in your surroundings as he pulls you inside and shuts the door behind you, locking it. There’s a chaise lounge and a few half finished bottles of champagne scattered around the room. A look to the opposite corner tells you you’re in the bridal suite- there’s her gown hanging over the mirror on a hanger bent into her new last name.

“What are we-” you begin to ask, but you’re cut off as Sam pulls you against him, his lips crashing into yours. You let out a throaty moan, finally getting to taste him again. God, how you missed him.

“Sam, wait,” you whine, gently pushing at his shoulders. He breaks from the kiss but carries on, kissing and sucking at your neck, his hands wandering to palm your ass over your dress.

“What about- oh!” You’re silenced again by a love bite, his tongue sweeping out to soothe your skin immediately.

“I ended things,” he says against your skin, and you pull his face up to look at you.

“Are you serious?” you ask, and he nods once, a devilish grin on his face.

“As a heart attack,” he quips before he guides you to the chaise. “Now get on your back.”  You scurry to the seat as he shrugs off his red blazer, adjusting your gown so it’s covering your legs. 

“Why so shy now?” he asks, approaching and lifting the chiffon from where it’s covering you. His eyes make their way up your legs before he swoops in between them, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. 

“I tried to tell you, stubborn girl.” His mouth is so warm on your chest as he kisses and sucks on every bit of skin accessible to him. You’re sure this is a dream. You’re certain that you fell and hit your head on the dance floor and this is a concussion induced hallucination.

“I didn’t know,” you say quietly as he sits up on his heels to slip off your panties.

“Maybe if you would have listened, I wouldn’t have had to watch you give my fucking brother a lap dance, huh?” he says, the Sammy you know shining through with a quiet laugh. You bite your lip, shaking your head while you watch him undo his black belt, his red pants falling to reveal he’s in black briefs, straining against them. 

You’re silent for a moment as your eyes register what you’re looking at. He’s got a smug smile on his face, his eyelids heavy with lust as he looks between your face and your exposed core.

“I wanna know exactly what you’re thinking,” he says, an arrogant tone in his voice. You shake your head, reaching for him.

“Tell me. I wanna hear you say it.”  He pulls the briefs down and comes down to kiss you, placing two gentle kisses on your cheeks as he strokes himself beneath you. “Bigger, right?” 

You try to hide your smile from him as he looks down at you, but it’s proving to be incredibly difficult. “Sam, please,” you whine, covering your face in embarrassment, needing him inside you.

“Nice,” he says with pride in an unbelievable display of youngest sibling energy. You finally feel him against you and buck your hips, more than ready for him to get on with it now that the contest is over.

“I guess I don’t have to worry about foreplay,” he begins, running himself between your folds. “Seems like you’re nice and wet after letting my brother finger you in front of the entire fucking after party.” You wish you had it in you to respond with something bratty, but he’s pushing into you before your brain has a chance to formulate a sentence. The delicious feeling of him leaves you speechless, your mouth agape.

“Nothing to say?” he says, bottoming out inside you. He’s right. No words come out of you. What does come out however is an absolutely vulgar moan as you stare at where your bodies are meeting. Your hand finds the back of his neck to pull him down to you for a kiss, your tongue finding his, desperate to taste every inch of him, starting here. 

“That’s what I thought,” he grunts out through gritted teeth. He sets a hypnotizing pace, just slow enough to make sure you feel every inch of him inside you. His impressive size has cleared every thought from your brain as he grazes the sweetest spot inside you with every thrust; as if he was made for you. You’d be lying if you said you’d ever felt anything like him before. 

Sam pushes up onto his knees, the angle he’s thrusting at now making you see stars. His hands find your shins and push your legs back into you, spreading them further, knowing exactly what the delicious curve of his body is doing to you. You begin to unravel, your hips desperately bucking to meet him, needing more of him.

“Should I let you cum? Or should I send you home with your whiskey dick boyfriend, all wound up with no relief?” You weren’t sure if he was serious or not, but regardless you weren’t ready to risk it. 

“He’s not my fucking boyfriend,” you cry out in frustration, your voice cracking. “Please Sammy make me cum. Please.” He chuckles at your desperation, gracing you with the delight of his thumb to sweep across your clit, making light work of your orgasm. You’re so close, you hold tight to his wrist, praying he won’t pull away. “I’m so close,” you whisper, your body tensing up, back arching. You want to cry when he slows his pace just the slightest bit.

“You’re not gonna go home and fuck my brother are you?” There are tears threatening in your water line as you look up at him, begging him for mercy with your mascara smudged eyes.

“No, no no no. I promise Sammy. Please,” you beg, your nails leaving half moons on the delicate skin of his forearm. He hums in satisfaction, more than pleased with your desperate response.

“C’mon then,” he says, the cockiness back and dripping from his every pore. His smug attitude is just enough to send you over the edge, squeezing and gushing around him. He leans down to give you a delicious taste of his lips again, his pace slowing in an attempt not to stop your heart, or at least you think. He slows to a stop, his lips still against yours, so sweet you don’t want to taste anything else ever again, so long as you both shall live. You’re heartbroken when he breaks away, pulling out of you and whispering against your lips, “On your knees, sweetheart.”

You follow his instructions immediately, gently getting to your knees, your gown pooling around you. Watching through your long lashes as he strokes himself, you can’t help but open your mouth and present your tongue to him. Sam lets out a low groan at the sight, his brows creasing together and lips parting so beautifully you think there’s no possible way he’s real. But he is, and he’s yours, and you swallow up every drop he gives you as if it will never be enough. 

After he quickly tucks himself back into his pants, he offers his palm to help you up. You smile sheepishly at him as he kisses the back of your hand before pulling you in. He holds your head tight against his chest, resting his own on top of it.

“I wanted to do it right, you know. Buy you flowers, make you dinner, ask you to go steady. All the things you deserve.” 

You laugh, nuzzling against him. “You like me? I thought this was a rebound.” 

He groans at your antics, placing a firm kiss to the crown of your head. Comfortable silence falls over the two of you as he holds you tight.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I didn’t really know what to do. It’s not every fucking day you fall for your bother’s girlfriend while you’re searching for reasons to break up with your own.”

“Not my boyfriend,” you add in, mumbling against his chest. 

“Alright, come on.” He releases you, leaning over to pick up his suit jacket from the chair where it was thrown. You take the opportunity to fix your hair and wipe your eyes, not looking nearly as good as you did at the beginning of the night, but still good enough that nobody will be able to tell what just transpired. The two of you walk down the hall hand in hand and prepare to enter the afterparty undetected. 

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Part 6

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[ladylooch]

You said it yesterday and the thought has been in my head I need a blurb of timo wrapping Emma up with a heated towel that was in the towel Warmer bc they were just out of the shower bc she was so cold from the stadium series and then you also said he rubbed her down with belly oil and lotion bc she was pregnant that imagine is living rent free in my head😭😭 so sweet

Can be fluffy, smutty, or BOTH 😉😉

Warm water dashes down Emma’s body as Timo does the final scrub of her body, focusing on her back, being generous with sudsing her butt. White foam falls down from her cheeks, collecting underneath her feet and making the shower floor slippery. She clutches Timo’s big shoulders for balance. He plumps his lips across her collar bone until he gets to her throat. He nibbles over the sensitive skin then teases his facial hair over the slight red mark. She chuckles, opening her eyes to look at him. He captures her lips.

“We are warm now.” Emma murmurs.

“Good.” He says, then reaches around her to turn the water off. Timo steps out, grabbing the new, fluffy towel for her to step into that he placed in the towel warmer before they got in. He holds it out the length of his arm span. Emma steps into his arms, letting him get every drop of water off her body. He hands her the towel afterwards so she can dry her hair. In the meantime, he dries off too. 

“Do you want your robe?” Timo asks, seeing her give a little shiver.

“Yeah.” He holds it open so she can slide into the thick, plush fabric. “Thank you, babe.” 

Post-shower care is done by each individual. Timo sits on the counter, watching Emma do all of her creams, patiently waiting for her to go to bed with him. Emma keeps bringing a hand down to her bump, scratching around her belly button.

“I think I’m getting a stretch mark.” She frowns at Timo in the mirror. 

“No.” He pouts at her. “We are lubing you up all the time?” Emma giggles.

“I guess we need more lube.” She smooths out the last dot of moisturizer on her forehead. 

Together, they move into the bedroom. Timo grabs the Honest bump cream they have been using on Emma’s belly. He puts two finger in, grabbing a thick blob of it as Emma get settled on her back, propped up by a few pillows. They are quiet, both watching Timo’s fingers meticulously stroke over her expanding skin.

“I think I felt him move the other day.” Emma announces quietly. Timo’s blue eyes look up into her face. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, when you were in Nashville.” 

“What did it feel like?”

“Um, like I was digesting food but lower?” She laughs, making her belly shake beneath his hands. “I haven’t felt it since though, so maybe not.” She murmurs, watching his strokes continue. He grabs another scoop full of cream, this time focusing on her sides. His thick eyebrows are furrowed together in concentration. This is a job he takes very seriously, every night. “I can’t wait until we feel him all the time. Remind me I said that when I can’t sleep.” Timo chuckles, then looks over his work. He nods, happy with the amount of coverage she has.

“That feel good?”

“Amazing.” Emma confirms. 

“Do you need anything?” He calls over his shoulder as he goes to put the cream back in the bathroom. 

“Water, please.” She replies back. He returns with her light pink, Stanley cup packed with fresh water and ice. He leans down, a hand on her belly, and the other cupping the back of her neck over her drying hair. 

“I love you.” He murmurs, then kisses her. Emma’s chest expands with love at the same time she feels that little flutter again. She gasps.

“I felt it again.” She grins wildly at Timo, who can’t help but laugh at her expression. He squeezes her face over both her dimples, then rounds the bed. He picks up her new pregnancy pillow.

“You don’t need this right? Cause you have me tonight.”

“Ha! Nice try. Put it down.” Emma points a finger at him. Timo groans. 

“I already fucking hate this thing.” He mutters, tossing it to her side. 

“What happened to whatever the baby needs, the baby gets?”

“I said that when I was trying to get lucky.”

“Timo!” Emma laughs loudly, clapping her hands.

“Just being honest.” 

#tm: loving & leaving

[jj-nhlgirly]

Summer of Love:- August 4th 2020

Jack Hughes X F!Reader

AN:- I have decided to make Summer of Love into a series!! This post is gonna be a flashback to the day Jack and Mackenzie became official and met. Anyone on the phone talking to Mackenzie will be in bold. Also for the sake of this series COVID never happened 🙏🏼

And massive shoutout and credit to @llhughess for helping me with this 🫶🏼

TW:- Underage Drinking

(Not my gif, credits to who made it)

June 19th 2020

Mackenzie was sitting in the living room of the dorm room she shared with her lifelong best friend and field hockey teammate Kaylee Johnson, waiting for Kaylee to get back from the store so they could get ready for the party happening at one of the frat houses. The girls on the field hockey team had decided to throw a late party to celebrate their wins last weekend and Mackenzie’s up coming birthday on the 21st, they couldn’t celebrate last weekend due to back to back games. Mackenzie wasn’t sure why but she had a weird feeling that something was going to happen at the party, Was it a good feeling or a bad feeling? Mackenzie wasn’t sure.

Suddenly Mackenzie’s phone started ringing, reaching for her phone she saw a familiar name across the screen “Pookie💜”. Answering immediately Mackenzie was instantly greeted, “Hey Kenz, how’s my favourite sister?” “… I’m your only sister Skylar but I’m good just waiting for Kaylee to get back from the store, we’re going to a party tonight to celebrate our wins” “Oh Kaylee!!! Tell her I said hello and I miss her!” “I will, how was school?” “ Oh you know boring as usual, I got 97% in that US history test I was studying for last night on call” “97%!! See I told you! You had nothing to worry about!” After catching up with her sister for a half hour, Mackenzie finally said goodbye. “Right Sky I’ll let you go now, you’ve still gotta walk Nerf before Mom comes home.” “You say walk but it’s more like chase him around the house for 15 minutes because he won’t let me put his harness on” “If you sit on the floor he’ll let you do it, that’s what I do when I’m home but have fun and be safe. Remember to message me when your home so I know your safe.” “ I will, have fun at the party and be safe! I love you Bambi” “ I love you more Pookie bye.”

As soon as Mackenzie hung up, the door opened and in walked Kaylee arms full with various bags. Kenzie rushed over to help before she dropped anything. “Kay you’ve been gone for ages, I thought I was gonna have to send out a search party” Kenzie giggled, Kaylee huffed and rolled her eyes “ If you were gonna miss me so much you should have come with me.” “I couldn’t, I was waiting for my daily dose of Skylar” Mackenzie replied, instantly smiling at the thought of her younger sister. “Oh yeah!! Did she call already? Did I miss our little ray of sunshine?” Kaylee replied sounding a little sad. “Yeah she just hung up, she told me to tell you she said hi and she misses you” Kenzie said still smiling before adding “and on that note I’m heading for the shower, wanna put our nashville playlist on? I don’t know about you but I’m missing home a little more today.” And with that Kenzie left to shower. After washing her hair and shaving her legs, Mackenzie left the shower shouting for Kaylee to let her know it was free before heading to her room to get ready. Mackenzie had decided to go fairly simple with her outfit tonight, opting for a black spaghetti strap dress which reached her mid thigh, a denim jean jacket and some white air force. Mackenzie then went into the kitchen to make Kaylee and herself a drink, keeping it simple with a Malibu and cola, she brought them into her room knowing Kaylee liked Kenzie to do her makeup for her in the same way Kenzie liked Kaylee to do her hair.

After sipping her drink and seating herself in her desk chair, Kenzie started her makeup occasionally stopping to reply in the “Powerpuff Girls❤️” groupchat that consisted of Mackenzie, Kaylee, Olivia, Freya and Maddy the other girls on the team that considered themselves best friends, and to sing along to the playlist. At some point Kaylee had joined wearing a pale blue skirt and crop top co-ord and white air forces, sitting next to Kenzie starting on her hair as Kenzie finished her makeup, soon the girls were swapping places and before they knew it, it was time to add the finishing touches as they waited for the Uber Kaylee had ordered. Kenzie spraying perfume and putting on her jewellery and Kaylee spraying hairspray and making sure she had everything in her bag.

The girls arrived at the party fashionably late as usual, greeting the rest of the team and a few of the frat boys they were close friends with, the party was already in full swing. People dancing in the living room, there was a bouncy castle in the backyard and beer pong, a few deck chairs for people to chill outside on. As Kenzie and Kaylee made their way to the kitchen, they walked past 3 boys who’d they’d never seen before. Granted this was a college party there were bound to be students they didn’t know here but with being on the field hockey team the girls prided themselves on knowing the majority of people here tonight. As they passed them, one boy in particular caught Mackenzie’s eye, he wasn’t as tall as the other guys he was with but he was definitely taller than her. He had the most mesmerising blue eyes that Kenzie couldn’t help but feel drawn to them, his hair was a little long but he pulled it off and without a second thought Mackenzie locked eyes with him, gave him a small smile and a little wave before heading into the kitchen.

“Kenzie you dirty dog, I saw you checking that boy out” a familiar voice called out, turning around instantly Mackenzie saw Freya, instantly pulling her into a bear hug, Kenzie replied “Frey sweets did you see him, that boy was something else. I might talk to him later if I see him again.” Freya smiled widely at her friend, “you absolutely should, but don’t forget our plan to run to Vegas, elope and become the weird lesbian aunts!!” Kenzie full belly laughed at that and teasingly replied “oh how could I ever forget that plan gorgeous.” Both girls giggled before making themselves a drink, Kenzie also made one for Kaylee as she was too busy chatting to Maddy and Olivia.

The girls were stood off to the corner of the living room with a few of the frat boys. Jaden had his arm slung around Freya, as they chatted amongst themselves about the games last week, that was until Kenzie felt a slight tap on her shoulder at first she thought that someone had just poked her by accident on their way past as she was facing toward the wall but she felt it again with a slight excuse me thrown in there. Kenzie turned around with furrowed eyebrows to be met with the cute boy from earlier, she instantly replaced the furrowed eyebrows with a bright smile, “Hey gorgeous, how can I help ya?” Kenzie spoke first, smirking slightly when she saw a faint flush to the boys cheeks. “Hey I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe dance for a little?” The boy replied. “Of course sweets, what’s ya name?” “Oh right, I’m Jack. Jack Hughes” “Well Jack Hughes, I’m Mackenzie Havener, lead the way” Kenzie gave a quick look to her group smiling to them and nodding to the boys to reassure them that she would be ok, quickly leaning in to speak to Jaden “I’ll stay where you guys can see me and if I get into any trouble I’ll follow our usual procedure” and with that Mackenzie was following Jack into the crowd.

The procedure Mackenzie was referring to was simple, if any of the girls or boys for that matter felt unsafe or uncomfortable they would either message the groupchat they all had if they could, tap their nose three times or speak up if within ear shot and ask whomever they were with if they liked family guy. The last one was kinda random which is why it worked as it’s not something any of them would ask someone.

As Jack and Mackenzie made their way to the dance floor, dancing along to the music Mackenzie wrapped both arms around the back of Jacks neck as his rested at a respectful level on her small waist. Every time Mackenzie would try to talk to Jack she’d have to step on her tip toes or Jack would have to lean down due to the height difference. After spending an hour or so on the dance floor, the pair made their way to the kitchen to grab a drink and head outside as Kenzie had spotted the Scooby Gang as she liked to call them heading that way. Making it outside Kenzie saw the girls on the bouncy castle, running quickly she kicked her shoes off and dove on top of Olivia and Maddy. Jack walked over laughing slightly and looking mesmerised at the sight of the gorgeous girl laughing with her friends without a care in the world. “Our Kenz is something special aye?” Jack was drawn out of his day dream by a voice next to him looking over he saw a tall boy with blonde hair and kind green eyes smiling at him. Cody must have noticed the confused look on Jacks face. “Oh sorry, I’m Cody. I’m best friends with those bunch of lunatics.” Cody chuckled and so did Jack. “I’m Jack, nice to meet you. Are they all this crazy?” Cody laughed harder at that, “oh sweet innocent Jack you don’t know the half of it.” Jack went to reply before a voice as sweet as sugar interrupted “Cody can you take a picture of us” Kenzie asked smiling brightly. “Of course Kenny-bear” Cody replied reaching for her phone.

Soon after the bouncy castle the party was starting to slow, and after multiple attempts made by Cody, Jaden, Hunter, Chase and Preston for the girls to stay here for tonight. The girls were leaving in Ubers, all accept Kaylee and Kenzie who were still waiting, Kaylee wrapped in Preston’s arms for warmth and Jack and Mackenzie chatting away they’d exchanged Instagrams and numbers and had even arranged a date, “Hey Mackenzie, would you like to maybe hang out again sometime? Maybe go get brunch next Saturday?” Jack asked nervously, he wouldn’t normally be this forward with someone he just met especially since he was worried girls would just use him because of his career path and family name but with Mackenzie it felt different. He felt he could be himself, he was drawn to her like a magnet. “Jack you can call me Kenzie or Kenz I really don’t mind, and yeah I’d love to, message me when and I’ll be there” she replied giving him a warm smile and with that she was giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek as their Uber had arrived. Just like Jack, Mackenzie felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, she couldn’t describe it but as she hugged him she felt like a blot of lightning struck her it was an addictive feeling that she wished would never go.

Skip to August 4th 2020

This was officially the best day of Mackenzie’s life, after the party her and Jack had talked more, FaceTimed whilst he was away or she was away, went on numerous dates around New Jersey but right in this very moment, after another date at a local diner Jack had officially asked Mackenzie to be his. “Kenzie, I don’t know what to say other than the fact that meeting you that night was the best thing to ever happen to me. You’re such a ray of sunshine, I’ve never met anyone as beautiful inside and out, talented, amazing, passionate and loving as you. So I want to ask you this because hell we both know it’s long over due, will you be my girlfriend?” Mackenzie didn’t even reply she just threw herself at him smiling brightly and kissing him, “Of course Jack, of course I’ll be your girl.”

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Kenzie.Havener throwback to the day I met @jackhughes can’t believe this was nearly 3 years ago now 🫶🏼😭

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jackhughes the best damn nearly 3 years of my life baby, I love you ♥️🫶🏼

lhughes_06 THREE YEARS! No way, thank you for your kind charity work @Kenzie.Havener 🫡

_quinnhughes I still remember him calling me the next day telling me and I quote “Dude I’m not even kidding, i met the love of my life last night” at first I didn’t believe him but here we are 🫠

Kenzie.Havener I love you baby boy 🫶🏼♥️

User3467 This is the content we need!! Thank you for your service Queen Kenzie 🫡👸🏼

Kay.Johnson damnnn we are so hot I cannot 🥵🥵

Kenzie.Havener we love a humble Queen, but yes we are so hot I cannot handle it

Skylar.Grace look at my beautiful sister 😭, I aspire to look like that when I’m older 🫶🏼

Kenzie.Havener ERM EXCUSE ME!! Did I not teach you anything about self love, you are beautiful Sky I love you so much Pookie😙♥️

Skylar.Grace I love you so much Bambi 💜

elblue6 Thank you @Kenzie.Havener for making my boy so happy ❤️

Kenzie.Havener oh Ellen you’re welcome, thank you for raising such an amazing boy to love. Come visit soon the girls and I miss you so much 🫶🏼

elblue6 I will soon!! I miss you and the girls 🫶🏼

The end of part 2, as I said this will be a series. Sorry for the odd flashback but I felt like it needed it 🫶🏼

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Canucks get the win in the first game of the series against the Nashville Predators!

I’m gonna admit I was very nervous as the time ticked away in the third and we were down a goal and then they scored two goals in twelve seconds to take the lead! (I may have yelled out loud when this happened)

The first goal was scored by Lindholm with assists from Joshua and Zadorov.

The second goal was scored by Hughes with assists from Boeser and Hronek.

The third goal was scored twelve seconds later by Joshua with an assist from Miller.

The fourth goal was an empty net goal scored by Joshua with assists from Blueger and Miller. This goal really helped seal the win!

Something I want to point out is that when Predators players scored they seemed to be very open and I think something the Canucks need to work on is covering players a little better.

Canucks lead the series 1-0!💚💙🤍

Photo Credit: Canucks Twitter

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Just Friends- Pt 1 | Nikki Sixx

Summary: Nikki Sixx is a cockblock. A good for nothing friend who has decided to make it his life mission for you to be a virgin the rest of your life...or so it seems. 

a/n: this one...this one I have been WAITING to write. buckle in folks because this mini-series is about to take you on an angsty ride. Also. This fic is gonna take a little bit of a turn so I hope you like it just as much when it’s done!

Chapter pairings: 80s!Nikki Sixx x Reader

warnings for part 1: alcohol & drug usage, language, a little dry humping/clothed thigh riding, a lil angst

September, 1985- Theater of Pain Tour

You’d had enough. Ironically, this was the sixth guy Nikki Sixx had managed to chase away just by being close to you. All it took was five minutes of flirting and Nikki was there to run them off with a damn stick, the stick being Tommy fucking Lee. You and Nikki had met around the time the Crüe formed and you quickly found a place as the resident best friend. Not a groupie and definitely not a musician or dancer, your spot always felt like it was hanging in the balance. Like at any moment something could happen and you’d be left to fend for yourself in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere USA. But here you were. Drinking with the guys at this random bar in Nashville. Trying to find someone to fuck. It was getting a little embarrassing being a 24 year old virgin when you’re surrounded by these…definitely-not-virgins.

That’s the hard part when you’re not a member of the band and not a groupie, but sitting in that in-between spot, it’s apparently difficult as fuck to get laid. It probably has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee won’t let a man get close enough to me. Nope not that at all. But Nikki’s behavior is odd to say the least. Especially after the events of last week.

One Week Ago

“Come on, Princess. One more line. And, and then, THEN we can be done for the night,” Nikki slurred as he pulled on a pout, holding the rolled up bills in my direction. I rolled my eyes at his childishness, already a few shots and a line in myself. “What the hell, one more line to appease Nikki” you thought to yourself, bringing the bills to your nose and gladly accepting the line Nikki had just put together. 

The effects of the drug immediately made your head buzz. You handed the bills back to Nikki and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, letting you lean into him as he whispered in your ear, “that’s my girl. Taking all that I give you. Such a good Princess,” his words making your drug-altered brain tell your eyes to close in pleasure.

This is what nights on tour were like with Nikki. You’d party with the guys after the show, then you and Nikki, hell even Tommy at times, would go back to his hotel room and party some more and then you’d crash. Half the time he’d give up the bed in favor of the couch to give you somewhere to sleep but the two of you were known to share a bed after a number of nights involving way too much alcohol and blow. 

When Nikki was cross-faded he got touchy. And talky. Nikki could talk the pants off a fucking cactus if he wanted to. All he needed to do was lower his voice, whisper in their ear and say-

“you ever wondered what it’s like to kiss me?” Nikki whispered in your ear, his soft lips making contact with your skin but the words causing you to whip your head around and look him in the eyes, only to find two glassy emeralds looking back at you awaiting a response. You tried to find the words to respond but Nikki interrupted you, “Cause I think about what it’s like to kiss you all the time, princess.”

This can’t be happening. After years of being around this man he had never said those words to you. But of fucking course you’ve dreamed of kissing Nikki Sixx, what person on this whole planet hasn’t? You’ve also thought about him while getting yourself off a number of times when he was out with Groupie One or Groupie Two but he didn’t need to know that. 

Apparently you were taking to long to answer Nikki because he moved his arms from around your shoulders to grip your waist and turn you around, causing you to be effectively be straddling his lap and staring right at those eyes you had come to know like the back of your hand. Nikki’s eyes traveled down to your lips, his tongue wetting his in the process. His actions making you want to squeeze your legs together to give you some relief while trying not to clue Nikki in on the problem you were dealing with.

Too late apparently. Nikki’s lips turned up into a smirk and his voice went impossibly lower as he whispered while leaning towards you, his hand slowly moving to thread in your hair, “Oh princess, you have. Come on sweet baby, give Sixx a lil kiss. Don’t worry, I won’t let it go too far, I know you haven’t done anything with anyone yet.” 

You felt your face heat up with his comment. Of course you had told Nikki one night at the beginning of this friendship about your virginity status. And of course, the little bastard wouldn’t forget it that easily. Oooooh I have wanted this for too long. And fuck he looks good...fuck it, okay. If I don’t like it then I can at least say I kissed Nikki fucking Sixx. And so you leaned in to meet his lips, his one hand in your hair and the other gripping your waist, keeping you close. He deepened the kiss and pulled your hair slightly causing you to release the dirtiest moan you had ever heard outside of porn, your moan simultaneously giving Nikki’s tongue access. It was the hottest thing you had ever experienced. Sure you had kissed plenty of guys before, hell you and Tommy had made out on a dare before, but Nikki? This man kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe. As if he was trying to steal every last breath from your lungs. Suddenly you felt more sober than you have in the last four years. You broke the kiss for some air and Nikki took that as his opportunity to kiss and bite lightly down your neck causing you to whimper at the feeling, your legs tightening around his waist. The action pulling a groan from Nikki’s lips.

“Princess, goddess, my fucking queen. Why didn’t we do this earlier, sweet baby?” he moaned into your neck causing you to move your hands onto his shoulder and into his hair, pulling experimentally to get just the right reaction from the bassist. Nikki’s head pulled back with an extremely satisfied look on his face, he slowly moved you so his leg was in between your thighs and moved both his hands to your waist. Nikki made sure to make eye contact with you before adding “I’m gonna try something, princess. If you don’t like it you tell me to stop immediately, do you trust me?” You nodded your head, wanting anything the bassist would give you at this point. Nikki used his hands to rock your hips, rubbing your clothed core across his leather pants causing almost immediate pleasure to bubble up in your body and release in the form of a moan. Nikki smirked that cocky smirk of his and began to move your hips faster up and down his thigh. He leaned in to plant kisses up your neck and jaw until he got to your ear. 

He bit down lightly on your ear, the different pleasures causing you to take over and ride his thigh on your own. Nikki took that opportunity to whisper in your ear, letting his lips touch it lightly with each word, “that’s it, princess. Keep going, I can feel you drenching your own pants, baby. Go ahead, I know you want to. It’s okay, it’s all for you sweet girl. Cum. Now.”

The dirty talking is what sent you over the edge. You cried out and held onto Nikki’s shoulders, his lips taking over yours almost as if to quiet you. Your hips began to slow as your high slowly faded and you realized what had just happened. Nikki Sixx had just made you orgasm with his thigh and some kisses. Your whole body was on fire and you nuzzled your head into Nikki’s shoulder, refusing to make eye contact with your best friend. 

“Hey, hey none of that, goddess. Look at me, come on. You gotta tell me you’re okay,” he stated, using his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin and make you look into his eyes for the millionth time. The look on your face must have been enough for Nikki because he just leaned back with a self-satisfied smirk and moved his arms so he could pick you up as he carried you to the bed. You felt your eyes drooping and you snuggled into the warmth of Nikki’s chest. Once the two of you got to the room he got you a t-shirt out of your suitcase and handed it to you, “here go change, we’ll go to sleep when you get done,” he told you softly and you disappeared into the bathroom. Within fifteen minutes you had fallen asleep next to Nikki Sixx, not totally certain what was to become of your friendship.

Present (1985)

The next morning Nikki hadn’t said shit. Hadn’t even acknowledged what happened and what it meant for your friendship. But here he is a week later, running off any other guy who so dares to talk to you with his Terror Twin at his side. The action making you equal parts sexually frustrated and pissed the fuck off. After one more shot you’d had enough. You wanted to leave. You pushed past your guard dogs, because that’s what they were acting like, and made your way to Mick, letting him know you’d be heading back to the hotel room for the night. He offered to walk you back but you refused, stating the fresh air and alone time would be good for you and headed out into the night.

As you started to make your way back to the hotel you could hear someone calling your name. Well, not your name. Instead they were yelling-

“Princess! Where you goin, sweets?”

Nikki’s voice caused you to roll your eyes, after the last week and the events of the last two hours you wanted nothing to do with him. In fact you were trying to decide if you should just stay the night in Mick’s room. 

Nikki kept calling for you until he finally caught up and grabbed your arm, pulling you to face him. “I’ve been calling for you for the last block, princess. Didn’t you hear me?”

“Nope, thought it was just the wind,” you snapped, yanking your arm away in the process causing a hurt look and furrowed brow to appear on Nikki’s face.

“Hey now, why all the hostility, YN?” he asked, genuine hurt alight in his eyes. That look almost caused you to forget the events of the last week and just brush them under the rug but when he reached out to rub your arm it ignited that spark yet again.

“Who knows why I could possibly be hostile when my best friend and his fucking sidekick keep COCKBLOCKING ME EVERY CHANCE THEY GET!” you yelled, the dam finally breaking.

Nikki’s eyes widened, unsure of what to say he started with, “Hey baby, honey, calm down. It was just T-Bone and I looking out for yo-,” 

“Don’t you fucking dare say you were looking out for me! You didn’t even have the fucking decency to talk to me about that night!” you blurted out in anger, surprising yourself and Nikki.

“That’s what this is about? Me not talking to you about the mind-blowing orgasm yours truly gifted you? Sweets, if you wanted another all you had to do was ask,” he said with a tilt of his head and a cheeky grin growing on his lips, leaving you speechless.

“I- who said I wanted anoth- we can’t do this, Sixx. We’re best friends,” you started, only for Nikki to interrupt you this time. 

“Oh, sweets, it doesn’t have to change anything between us. Any time you want a ride on the Sixxter just let me know, I’ll be there for you. In fact, I wanted to talk to you about it...I probably should have done this a week ago. But here goes. So the reason I was cockblocking you, as you so eloquently put it but you’re not wrong, is because fuck those other guys. Why would you want your first time to be with any of those second-class boys, when you’ve got a first-class man right here, baby?”

Your eyes widened, your brain slowly catching on to what Nikki was saying and he could practically see the gears turning so he continued. “Sweet girl, there is nobody on this earth that I would rather deflower and teach the carnal ways of the world than my best friend, in a totally platonic way of course.” 

Yup. You were all caught up now. Nikki Sixx wanted to embark on a friends with benefits situation with you, his best friend. He could tell you were thinking on it so he added, “What do ya say, YN? Wanna learn from the master? I could teach you to be a sex goddess, hell you’re already the goddess of my religion,” he added the last part with a wiggle of his brows causing you to roll your eyes.

Fuck it. Why not.

You took a deep breath, looking Nikki straight in those glittering emeralds. Those eyes that would be engrained in your mind for the rest of your life. You opened your mouth and said, “don’t make me regret this, Sixx.” 

He smiled a smile that would make the cheshire cat jealous and replied, “never in a million years, princess.”

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Part 2 | Part 3

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Michael 'Riz' Ariza Masterlist

Community Living Universe:

Love At First Sight - Riz never believed in it until he met you.

First Time - Riz breaks his own rules.

Whatever You Want - Riz lets you guide the relationship.

Intoxication - Riz holds back.

First Kiss - Riz and you share a kiss.

Pretty Boy - You tell Riz how pretty he looks.

Strange Place - Riz refuses to let you spend the night in a safe place.

My Girl - Riz makes you a promise.

With Me - Riz still has nightmares about the fire that almost claimed his life.

Love You Too - You can't say it when Riz is awake.

Free - Riz wakes up to find himself in bed alone.

Look After You - Riz takes care of you.

Misunderstood - Riz navigates a misunderstanding.

Black Silk (NSFW) - Riz loves you in black silk.

Shotgun Kisses (NSFW) - Riz loves to give you shotgun kisses.

Skinny Dipping (NSFW) - Riz takes you to a special place.

The Best Thing (NSFW) - Riz and you share a moment in a bathroom at the bar.

Wherever You Go - Riz gives you a gift you can't refuse.

Shine On - Riz takes to the stage.

Love Song - Riz wakes up to find you writing a love song.

Love Me or Leave Me - Riz and you discuss an incident back at the bar.

Giving Back - Riz discusses his needs.

Kiss You - Riz kisses you in front of a crowd.

Oxy - Riz causes mischief when he's high.

Blossom (NSFW) - Riz and you show a friend a good time.

The Beauty of the End Series:

Part One: Nashville - Riz makes a decision that affects your relationship in Nashville.

Part Two: Reckless - Taza and Neron realise that Riz is spiralling.

Part Three: Walk The Line - Taza calls you to get the truth about what happened between you and Riz.

Part Four: Bright - Vicki reminds Riz it’s not all about him.

Part Five: History - Riz realises his past experiances are effecting his future.

Part Six: Stay With Me (NSFW) - You and Riz discuss what happened.

Reapers! AU - Deviation from Community Living Universe

Time - Riz wishes the two of you could have had more time.

Sing For Me (NSFW) - A companion piece to Time - You and Riz seal the deal.

Ghosts - You mourn Riz in the aftermath of his passing.

HCs:

Riz's Hair

Music He Has Sex To

Playlists:

Riz's Inspo Playlist

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