#song fanfic

[bi-disaster-yn]

Ride

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Summary: Billy is on his way to make it up to you after an argument but something dark is waiting for him along the way. (Based on Ride by Lana Del Ray).

A/N: Billy owns this song and Born to Die, Lana told me so herself !!!! Honestly poured my soul into this and broke my own heart along the way so apologies for all the angst coming your way.

I've been out on that open road You can be my full time, daddy, white and gold Singing blues has been getting old You can be my full time, baby, hot or cold

“That’s right, ya piece of shit, run away when things just get that little bit too tough for ya!” Neil hurled at Billy as he scampered out of the house, desperately fumbling his car keys in his hands. Billy’s heart was beating so hard and fast that he feared it was going to break through his ribs and rip his chest open.

“I’m coming, baby,” He mumbled over and over like a prayer, finally finding enough control over his actions to unlock the car and get in the driver’s seat. “I’m coming.”

You fidgeted in your room, waiting for him. The window lay open which permitted entry to the cold air and it engulfed you in an empty embrace, making the wait more agonising. The dark sky dotted with a few stars and the obscured figures of trees should have been the background to your Billy climbing in through the window. Instead, it was a bleak void of nothingness. You stared at the window, willing him to come to you.

Any minute, you reasoned with yourself. Any minute now, he’ll be here.

Billy slammed his foot on the gas pedal, the tape of his last drive blaring through the speakers in a deafening attack. He quickly turned the music off, needing the silence to think. It was only 20 minutes to your house if he took a shortcut down the long road on the outskirts rather than driving through town.

“I’m coming, baby. Don’t worry, I’m coming.”

He’d promised you that day at the pool that he’d come and see you that night. You just needed to give him a chance to make it up to you after the explosive argument you’d had a few days prior. He was going to prove it to you that he was better than that and he could be better, for you.

“Leave your window open, please. I’ll be there.” Billy had pleaded with you. As much as you felt like you should have pushed him away, there was something about the way his eyes turned glassy and how his face scrunched up in despair. You couldn’t deny him when he looked at you like that.

Now, you fixated on your open window and braced the chill, waiting for him to come and make his case.

Billy hadn’t registered anything his dad had yelled at him but instead frantically reviewed his options for an escape plan. Once he’d settled on a way out, he’d pushed past his dad and out the door. A vase followed after him and ricocheted off his back, falling to the ground where it shattered.

It hurt like hell but Billy didn’t care. It was temporary. If he didn’t get to you and make things right, he might as well descend into the fiery pits and accept his fate as a lost soul.

Don't break me down

I've been travelin' too long I've been trying too hard

Billy anxiously shuffled in his seat, almost embarrassed to look at himself in the rear-view mirror. He tapped his thumb off the steering wheel and swallowed thickly, toying with the idea that this might have all been in vain. You didn’t actually owe him anything. You were entitled to listen to what he had to say and then kick him out, telling him you never wanted to see him again.

He shook his head violently, as if to banish the very thought. It wasn’t over until it was over.

Clearing his throat, he decided to work on what he was going to say to win you back but inspiration failed him. Every word, sentence or paragraph that came into his head simply wasn’t good enough. It didn’t convey how he had spent the last few days after the argument wallowing in self-pity and how he had hated himself for raising his voice to you. He was only too aware of how threatened and small he felt when his dad shouted at him. The idea that he’d made you feel like that was too much to bear.

“Hey baby, remember that time we went to the beach.” Billy said aloud in his own little rehearsal. “You hired me a surfboard and you watched me.” He smiled to himself thinking of the memory that he had held so dear.

“I hadn’t done it in a while, so I kept falling over. But you just smiled and told me to get back up again. You didn’t rush me or tell me that anyone was gonna be mad if I took any longer. You gave me all the time in the world.”

It had been the first time in too long that when Billy didn’t get something right first time, no one had berated him for it. There was no Neil tutting and sighing at him, causing dread to settle at the pit of his stomach. There was no teacher giving him a disappointed frown or looking at him like he was hopeless. Even better, he didn’t feel the need to be self-deprecating or insist that he should have been better.

When he fell off that surfboard, he was met with your kind smile and encouragement. “It’s okay, honey, try again.”

You had taken his aviator sunglasses off of him and tried them on for yourself, flashing him a cheeky grin, which had made him bashful. His cheeks hurt where he couldn’t resist the smile that stretched across his face as he looked at you; in the warm glow of golden hour, wearing his sunglasses and watching him surf. Either he’d swallowed too much saltwater or God herself was really standing before him and giving him the time of day.

“I like these a bit too much, babe, might not give you them back.” You chuckled.

“Keep ‘em. They look better on you.”

Billy sighed to his empty car and prayed that you would forgive him. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have been more patient with you, the way you were with me that day.”

I hear the birds on the summer breeze

I drive fast I am alone at midnight

The drive was excruciating. Whilst he had reasoned with himself that it would only be 20 minutes and the roads were clear, it still seemed to take an age. He hated the idea of you waiting for him, wondering to yourself if he had changed his mind.

Putting his foot to the floor, he sent out a mental appeal in hopes that you would be able to read his mind and know that he was coming.

Despite his attempts to transmit a message through an invisible signal, you still sat staring out into the bleak night sky, oblivious as to where he was. A quick glance at your watch told you it was close to midnight, nearly an hour gone from when Billy was meant to have arrived.

You couldn’t help the bouncing of your leg or the involuntary scratching of your arm. Images of Billy’s desperate face revolved round your mind, taunting you with the possibility that you had been taken for a fool. As much as you tried to shake them off; the inevitable questions of ‘what if he has changed his mind’ took a hold of your shoulders and shook you forcibly. You couldn’t fend them off with logic or reason.

Chewing your thumbnail, you looked down at the acceptance letters on your nightstand. One for Yale and one for UCLA. If tonight had went the way you had planned then you would be confirming your place at UCLA and you would be Billy’s ticket back to California. You would study and he would find a job. He could go to the beach whenever he wanted and inhale the fresh sea air. He hated the stench of Hawkins and craved the safety and warmth of the Californian sun. You wanted to take him away from this horrible place and his pathetic excuse of a father.  

The possibility of a fight with Neil as an explanation for his lateness had occurred to you but it was quickly written off. After every fight with his dad, he would always find a way to sneak out and come to your house. You’d treat any cuts or bruises that he had and then take him in your arms, kissing the crown of his head until he fell asleep with tears running down his face.

Always, he found a way back to you after a fight. If he didn’t come, it was because he had chosen not to.

Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind So, I just ride Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

If he could just get to end of this country road, then it would be just be a few quick turns and he would have reached you. He was on the home straight.

That was until something came smashing through the windscreen, causing Billy to panic and swerve off the road. His body jolted to the side and he smacked his head off the window.

Grunting and blinking, he looked up and assessed the damage of his car. “Piece of shit.” He muttered repeatedly, hitting his hand off the dashboard. A sharp pain permeated through his skull and when he put his fingertips to his forehead, he could feel the blood of a fresh wound.

“Dammit.” He groaned, this time assaulting the steering wheel. He opened the door and clambered out of the car, circling round it and assessing the irreparable damage that had been caused.

At this point he was flustered and frustrated, violently kicking the car and chanting “piece of shit” at it despite how unproductive that was. This further setback on his way to you was eating away him angrily and he looked up at the sky, wishing there was some way he could get a message to you.

“I am still coming. Please, just hang on for me, okay?”

The engine had been damaged in the crash and smoke danced in the air around the bonnet. Billy walked round to inspect the damage and attempt to formulate a plan when he noticed something peculiar in the cracks where the windscreen had been smashed. He dabbed his fingers on the substance and analysed the disgusting mucus texture as it stretched when he flexed his hands.

“What the hell?” He whispered.

Suddenly, he felt the presence of something or someone scatter behind him and a new type of anxiety took purchase in his body. He swung round in hopes to catch the sneaky creature out, puffing his chest out with all his might in hopes of intimidating the poor bastard who dared try to scare him.

“Who’s there?!” He shouted into the darkness, taking uncertain steps forward and darting his eyes round like a hawk. “Hey! I said who’s there?!”

That’s when an unknown source wrapped round his ankle, dragging him to the ground and pulling him backwards into the abandoned building behind him. Billy screamed and yelled so loudly his voice grew hoarse, only there was no one around to hear him and come to his aid.

Amongst being dragged along the floor he manged to hold on to an archway and desperately tried to pull his ankle back from his captor. He remembered the time he’d rented The Shining for you both to watch and how you teased him – not for being scared but rather for pretending he wasn’t. He had protested all night that he wasn’t scared but any sudden movement had him flinching.

“Baby, just admit it! You’re terrified!” You had roared in laughter as he audibly gasped at the scene where Jack Nicholson launched his head through the door.

“I am not!” He grumbled back at you but still held on to you that little bit tighter. Just for good measure.

He wished you could see him now and that you would come and save him from this horrifying monster. He would admit to you until he was blue in the face that he was scared, just as long as you were there to protect him from whatever it was this creature had planned for him. If you could find your way to this archway, saintlike and strong, you’d be able to free him from this.

But you never came and it didn’t take long for the monster to overpower Billy. His hands slipped from the archway, pulling him downwards into the lair of the Mind Flayer.

Don’t leave me now

Don't say goodbye Don't turn around Leave me high and dry

By 2 a.m. you’d given up on any notion that Billy was coming that night. A bloodcurdling rage caused you to swing your window shut with a slam, locking it so that the monster, Billy Hargrove couldn’t get to you. Tears of frustration streamed down your puffy cheeks as you planted your palms on your dresser and with one furious sweep, threw everything to the floor.

Everything came to a crash in a pointless mess. Items collided with each other mid-air and then scattered apart on the floor, much like your hurt, sadness and exasperation.

Billy’s sunglasses lay amongst the rubble, staring back at your panting and bitter frame. Squeezing your eyes shut and putting your hands to your head, you tried to fight the tears off but it just inspired more to fall.

You remembered when Billy had driven you out to a lake in the woods on a hot summer day. He had found a tyre swing which you had gladly got on as he pushed you. The two of you laughed like children and as you were pushed further and further into the air on the swing you felt an eternal sense of youth. It was as though nothing could ever be bad after this. You and Billy had found your own slice of heaven.

The rain crudely interrupted your carefree day and it wasn’t long until it came crashing down in an aggressive downpour. Still giggling like kids, Billy tugged your hand back to the car as you made a pointless attempt to shield yourselves from the rain with your arms.

Once safe in the car, both of you looked at each other and erupted into more giggles. Billy’s hair was soaked and plastered to his face. His sunglasses that you were sporting were dotted with water droplets and steamed up, impairing your vision. He smirked and pulled them off your face.

It was like looking into the face of an angel. The laughter stopped and his lips parted slightly, gently caressing your soft and wet cheek with his thumb. He swallowed thickly, taking in the celestial being before him and respected your divinity by giving you a look of upmost adoration.

“What?” You had chuckled at Billy’s sudden intensity.

“I just fucking love you.” He answered with a whisper, staring at your lips.

“I love you too.”

Both of his hands had found their way to your cheeks, pulling you in softly and kissing you intently. Your hands tangled in his damp hair and tugged a little, causing him to whine and deepen the kiss. The rain outside battered against the car like an attack but you both were safe inside, sheltered against the brutal weather together.

When you pulled back, your foreheads met and you both caught your breath back. His thumb returned to your cheek and continued its worshipping caress along your cheekbone. You stared into his eyes knowing it would make him sheepish. Your success was confirmed as he dipped his head to avert your gaze and he chuckled to himself.

“Me and you are forever. I’ll never leave you.” He had said and put his sunglasses back on your lap. It was a promise he’d fully intended to keep.

Without any evidence to the contrary, all you’d been left with was an evening wasted watching the window and his sunglasses that lay on your floor taunting you. You lifted your leg up and brought it down with an extreme force, which split the glasses in half between the lenses and made a sickening crack sound.

You flopped helplessly to the floor at the side of your bed. Your body shook with violent sobs and you hauled your knees close to your chest. Convulsing physically, emotionally and mentally; you had wondered how the Billy who had once looked at you like you were God could now make you feel this weak and unwanted.

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy I'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes All I've got to keep myself sane, baby So I just ride, I just ride

Unbeknownst to him how, Billy managed to pull himself away from the monster the second he was given an ounce of leeway. He clumsily tripped over and pulled himself back up again, running with as much force as his large limbs would allow.

He frantically got into his car and sped off in the opposite direction of your house, plagued with the disturbing visions of what had just happened to him. He drove with a different type of desperation than before as the terror sunk in deeper and deeper, taking a hold of his lungs and making him gasp for air.

On the side of the road, he spotted a lit up telephone box like an oasis in the desert. Surely, he would be able to procure himself some safety if he’d be able to just alert someone to the dreadful events he’d just endured.

Billy stopped the car and charged towards the box, grabbing the phone from its hook and dialling in the numbers with incredible urgency.

The only sound he could hear when he pressed the phone to his ear was his own ragged breathing and the banal ringing. When the voice asked “911, what’s your emergency?”, Billy couldn’t help but relive his trauma from mere moments ago.

He’d been dragged down into a basement full of squeaking rats. He had suffered a large tentacle spreading across his face and suctioning on his life source. Despite Billy’s shrieking and flailing, the monster only stopped when it had taken from him what it wanted and replaced in him the tools that it needed for its grand purpose.

Billy came to the horrifying realisation that no one was going to believe him and slowly dropped the phone. The lights in the box above him flickered, ready for his next round of torment.

He emerged from the telephone box into a Hawkins that was dark and unruly. Dust mites swirled round in the air and a deep fog settled over what was once a clear night sky. Thunder crashed and red lightning danced, creating a source of light that had been deprived from the streetlights.

Billy stumbled forwards, coming across a group of people making his way towards him. He asked them with distrust and fear in his voice; “what do you want?”

When they didn’t answer, he mustered up as much confidence as he could and demanded; “hey, I said what do you want?!”

He continued to head towards them, determined to understand this mob and their intentions. After his ordeal, he was struggling with what resolve he had left to defend himself.

Meeting him halfway was an exact replica of himself, only without the gore and dirt on his body that Billy had from the monster attack. A clean and fresh version stared back at him like a reflection. It made his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

“What do you want?!” Billy asked again, agonised over the silence and the unknown.

“To build.” His doppelganger responded in a voice that wasn’t his. “I want you to build.”

“To build what?”

“What you see.”

“I don’t understand.” Billy said but was transported back to the Hawkins he knew. The open road stretched out in front of him with no mob in sight. The streetlights were switched back on; the thunder and lightning stopped. He was alone.

“I don’t understand!” He yelled again yet made his way back to his car.

Billy started to drive with a new divine purpose. With no specified destination, he drove down the open and empty road, trying to understand and piece together what his mission was to be for his new God.

A tiny piece of him tried to scream that there was a reason he’d gotten into his car that night and that she was now sobbing into her pillow, willing herself to try and sleep so that she might escape the pain of rejection. This voice was quickly silenced by Billy’s new sacred assignment, which was about to take priority over anything else.

Billy continued his journey, driving miles away from the direction of your house, and from you.  

I've got a war in my mind I just ride Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

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[greenxgloss]

We'll Never Have Sex (Scott Bartlett) SFW

tags: @romanroyapoligist @nevvdrinksteaa @444rockstargf

summary: one night after nursing a hungover scott he kissed you. based on We'll Never Have Sex by Laith Ross warnings: total fluff, fem!reader, use of Y/N, slight mention suggestive language, sweet sweet kissing

Depollute me you thought. "pretty baby." you whispered, watching Scott sleep off the drunk state he was in after the Christmas party. you'd had feelings for him throughout your whole friendship but you didn't want to mess it up.

"hey. what time is it?" he whispered, groggy as his eyes fluttered open. "uhhh almost 2 am." you said, checking your watch. "why are you up?" he asked as he rolled over. "I um just wanted to make sure you wouldn't throw up in your sleep." you smiled at him. "I love you." he smiled back. "I love you too, Scott." you replied, caressing his forehead. "could you get me some water?" he asked, looking up at you. you nodded as you stood up and headed to the kitchen.

"hey what are you doing still up?" Jimmy asked, leaning up against the counter. "Scott got drunk and I was taking care of him." I told him, grabbing a glass for water. "why was he getting drunk?" he asked, rubbing his face. "I don't know, it's Christmas break." I giggled. "I'm glad you were with him at least. you didn't drink?" he asked, sipping a glass of milk. "no I don't know I wasn't feeling it tonight. and I wanted to make sure Scott didn't do something stupid." you told him, filling the cup. "when are you two going to finally get together." he rolled his eyes playfully. "Man shut up it's not like that." you rolled your eyes back at him. "well I'm cheering you on. you're a good kid, Y/N." he said, patting your head and going to his room. I smiled and returned to Scott's room.

"here." you said, tapping Scott on the shoulder. "thank you." he smiled, sitting up and sipping the water. "how are you feeling?" you asked, taking your sweater off. "uh like shit." he giggled, wincing from the headache. "want me to ask jimmy for Advil?" you asked. "no no its okay I don't want him knowing I got blasted." he said. "oh about that.." you trailed off. "Y/N please tell me you didn't tell him I drank.." he said, glaring at me. "I did but he wasn't upset. he was glad I was there. its fine he wont tell your mom." I informed him, feeling guilty. "fine but if he says anything we deny deny deny." he said, drinking his water.

you sat closer to him, letting him rest his head on you. "you smell like-" you looked at him. "bad?" you interrupted. "no no like uh vanilla." he said, not moving from your shoulder. "oh uh it's a perfume I got a couple weeks ago." you stuttered, flustered. you knew Scott liked the smell of vanilla, you got the perfume with that in mind but you didn't think he'd actually notice. "I like it." he smiled up at you.

though the both of you were friends for so long you'd never shared very sweet moments like this. his face was so close you could feel the heat coming off him. he glanced down at your lips and leaned in. he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. you could taste the wine. it didn't feel lustful, it felt like love and it sparked butterflies in your stomach.

you pulled away. "wait what's happening?" you asked, confused and more nervous than ever. "oh uh I'm sorry." he said, scooting away from you in embarrassment. "no it's okay I liked it." you pulled his arm. "yeah?" he spoke softly but you could tell he really was surprised and just as nervous as you were. he leaned in to kiss you again and your face turned red. you knew Scott, you knew he was a horny boy but he kissed like he just wanted a kiss and nothing more. he kissed you like he just wanted to be with you. and that's what it was. scott just wanted to be there. all of him.

"where'd you learn to kiss like that?" you joked, out of breath as you pulled away. he chuckled, his face now flushed. "you kiss so sweet." you told him and he smiled. "probably because I've had feelings for you for like 3 years." he giggled. "what? why didn't you say anything?" you asked, the joy creeping out in your voice. "I didn't think you felt the same. I never took you as the type to let that kind of thing ruin us but I didn't want to create tension where there didn't need to be any." he said, whisking his hand through his hair.

"take more chances, Scott. it might get you a whole lot of good." you told him, holding his hand and intertwining your fingers together. "so this means you feel the same way?" he asked, reluctantly, causing you to laugh. "of course I do, you loser."

soon the both of you fell asleep in each others arms.

when the sun came up you had already been awake, changing into clean clothes. "morning. get back into bed." Scott called out from the bed. "you're acting like we just had sex." you laughed, putting your makeup on in his mirror. "I just wanna lay with you." he said, sitting up. it warmed your heart, the affection he was showing. it was different than usual. you stood up after putting you're lip gloss on. "okay but only if you promise to get up and walk me home." you told him as you put your makeup in your bag. "I promise." he smiled. "5 minutes." you said, holding up your hand.

you got back in bed next to him and you laid on your sides to face each other only inches away. "you're beautiful." he said after a moment of silence. though you tried to fight it off you began blushing and you quickly covered your face. "don't." he whispered, gently pulling your hands away. "oh god. don't look at me like that." you squealed, unable to hold back your smile. "like what?" he asked. "like that." you replied. "can I kiss you?" he asked sweetly. you nodded and as he kissed you, you thought about how secure you felt, how comfortable you were just then. "oh I got my lipgloss all over you." you giggled, wiping his lips with your finger. "it- its okay." he stopped you.

the both of you got up and you watched him change into a new shirt. "my handsome boy." you teased as you watched him through the mirror. "shut up." he laughed though he blushed.

scott waited for you outside as you bumped into Jimmy on your way out. "he kissed me." you said and Jimmy just couldn't hold his excitement. you'd always thought of Jimmy as an older brother though you did have a little crush on him as a kid. thankfully Scott inherited his looks, the thought causing you to giggle. "no way!! i manifested this by the way." he joked as he held the door open for you.

you and Scott walked hand in hand towards your house. "I'm glad you stayed over." he said, looking over at you. "I'm glad I did too." you smiled, then let the silence consume you. "gah I can't I just have to. Y/N I really like you, you know this. you're gorgeous and smart and sweet and caring-" you cut him off. "Scott get to the point." you laughed. "I'm trying to work up to ask you if I can be your boyfriend, you dork." he laughed. "oh I'm the dork? i love that you asked me that way. yes of course you can be my boyfriend." you giggled at his bashfulness.

you both stopped at your front door and looked at each other awkwardly. he kissed you one more time and in that kiss, you could feel his intentions. scott kissed you just to kiss you. not an ounce of regret on his lips. not a lick of doubt on yours. it was that simple.

"Depollute me, gentle angel And I'll feel the sickness less and less Come and kiss me, pretty baby Like we'll never have sex" you repeated the words as you walked into the house after saying your goodbyes to your new boyfriend, feeling the satisfaction of a thousand girls begging for a first kiss.

A/N: I giggled out loud a couple times while writing this one guys I think I'm cooked. anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one I wrote it more based on the lyrics of the Laith Ross song rather than just using the lyrics. I'm gonna watch Lymelife like 30 more times to get over the pure trauma 5lbs cause.

#rory culkin #fanfic #rory culkin characters #me when rory #scott bartlett #lymelife 2008 #scott bartlett lymelife #lymelife fic #i ❤️ rory culkin #jimmy darling #spotify #ahsfx #clyde electrick children #ahs fanfiction #ahs #i love him #rory x reader #rory culkin fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #fluff #rory culkin fluff #scott bartlett fluff #lymelife fluff #laith ross #we'll never have sex #song fanfic #Spotify

[byuljoonie]

Sesame Syrup (one shot) knj.

I’ve had a long list of lovers but none of them matter to me, except you.

pairings: namjoon x reader

genre: fluff, one shot, song lyric inspired

warnings: none unless you don’t like the mention of past lovers or CAS in general.

note: simple one shot inspired by one of my favorite cigarettes after sex songs. feel free to dm with one shot requests, but turn around time might be long because I’m still working on PGMAR chapter 2 and a few other things. have a listen to one of my playlists! I wrote this a while back but I hope you enjoy!

My freshly manicured hands ran across the seam of the small, black notebook. All of my past memories flooded my mind causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through me. I felt dizzy but warm, a faint sense of inner turmoil trying to creep its way back in my heart.

A small ache radiated in my chest as I thought about him. Namjoon. The only man I’ve ever come back to. Just the thought of him made a small whimper escape my lips. My excessive list coming to a halt when Joon made his way into my life.

The way his dimples make an appearance when he sees you. The way his eyes scrunch up and a small smile plays across his face when he gets embarrassed. The way his hands crept from your spine all the way up to your neck when he holds you.

The front door to our apartment swung open and I hurriedly pushed the book back under my side of the bed. I tiptoed to the door, slowly coming down the hallway. I peaked down the stairs in anticipation waiting for the known intruder to greet me.

A million thoughts swirled through my head when I noticed the cherry blossom petals that rested on his coat. A love so strong, not kin to transient. Before I could even stop myself the most powerful words I’ve ever spoken to anyone in my broken life slipped past my barriers.

"I've had a long list of lovers, but none of them matter to me except you."

#kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #bts rm #rm x y/n #bts fanfic #bts one shot #bts imagines #bts fluff #bangtan #cigarettes after sex #sesame syrup #song fanfic

[regulusblackcore]

so like i’ve been obsessed with benedict and i’ve been really inspired to write again after like a year (sorry y’all LMAO) anyways so writing a benedict short story HEAVILY inspired by timeless by taylor (it’s my favorite song rn you guys don’t understand it’s been on repeat since sntv came out) SO YEAH HOPEFULLY I GET IT DONE QUICKLY FOR YOU GUYS

EDIT: i’m almost done you guys trust i’ve been flying all day so i’ve just been writing on the plane😍😍

#benedict bridgerton #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #taylor swift #timeless #song fanfic #song inspo #Spotify

[musicliover]

in “the girl’s song” hasnuts there is the lyrics “i hate you, but much less than love you”.

reckon this is the main remus’ thought about sirius after the prank.

#marauders #wolfstar #sirius loves remus #remus lupin #remus loves sirius #remus x sirius #sirius black #song fanfic #song #marauders era #the marauders map #the marauders #marauders headcanon #i do not want to apologize #harry potter #harry potter marauders

[shesthejukeboxhero]

No One Like You

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Warnings: Allusions to Smut (Minors read at own discretion), drugs (mentioned), alcohol, language

Inspired by: No One Like You by Scorpions (Song lyrics bolded and italicized)

Summary: You arrive at Tina’s Halloween party, and a certain blond haired boy meets your eye.

October 31. Halloween.

Everyone is bustling throughout town, trying to find last minute costumes or bags of candy to hand out to trick or treaters that night.

You, on the other hand, were in your room, fumbling the piece of orange paper in your hand. Tina’s Halloween party.

Usually, you were down to go to parties. Whether they were lame ones or exciting ones, you always tried to make an appearance. Tina is someone you consider a friend, so there’s no reason why you shouldn’t go. You’ve had your costume picked out for ages. To quote Carol, “Halloween is the one time a year where you can dress as slutty as you want without worry of being called a slut”. Earlier in the week you went costume shopping with Vicki and Tina and found the perfect costume: Greek goddess.

There was just one problem. Him.

He was new to town, and immediately all the girls turned their attention to him. Hell, you had been one of them yourself. With his blond mullet, noisy car, and tight blue jeans, who wouldn’t turn their attention to the California boy?

He eventually started taking his rounds with the women around school, eventually making his way to you. You kept declining, knowing deep down he just wants you for your body, just to discard you the day after. (Bethany told you that.) no matter how hard he tried, you never accepted. You knew he was going to be there, probably with his arm around his next conquest. Shaking the thoughts off, you pull your costume out of your closet and get ready to go.

As you pull your Toyota Celica Supra up towards Tina’s house, you can hear the thundering sound of the music from the sidewalk.

Girl, it’s been a long time that we’ve been apart…

You turn the car engine off, locking the doors and start walking towards the front of Tina’s house.

Much too long for a man who needs love…

Making your way up towards the house, you pass by Tina and greet her, but notice her boy of the week’s eyes are watching you the entire time.

Babe, wasn’t easy to leave you alone…

The second you walk into the house, all eyes are on you. Almost as if you were who they were waiting for. Walking up to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, you feel someone’s eyes watching you the entire time.

Getting harder each time that I go..

You turn to make your way back to the living room,

If I had the choice I would stay…

And your eyes meet his crystal blues.

There’s no one like you…

The force is magnetic, and you feel yourself drawn to him. The leather jacket, the right jeans, the shirtless abs, You want it all.

I can’t wait for the nights with you…

To your surprise, he was closing the distance between the two of you, the girl from his arm staring in anger at you.

I imagine the things we’d do…

“Hello, sweetheart.”

His voice rang out like music to your ears, inches away from eachother.

I just wanna be loved by you…

“Hi.” Hiding your nerves, you sip from your drink as Billy steps closer to you.

“How about a dance?”

“Sounds lovely.” You say with a smile on your face. He takes your hand and leads you towards the living room, which was turned into a makeshift dance floor.

“You look like a fucking goddess, sweetheart.”

That was enough for your cheeks to go red.

There’s no one like you.

It was blinding to say the least. It felt as if your body had been put on autopilot, you weren’t in control. Sure, there had been stoners there, but you knew you didn’t smoke any. You had one drink, from what you can remember. The last thing you remember is that dance with Billy, and… the kiss. The Kiss.

Now, it’s morning, and you’re in a strangers bed. Turning your head, you see that curly blond mullet that had been antagonizing you the past few weeks. Carefully stepping out of his bed to get dressed again, you feel a hand reach out and grab your wrist.

“Don’t leave me yet, goddess.”

“I should really go.” You say, slipping your panties and bra back on.

He groans softly behind you as you stand up and slip your white dress back on and approach his window to sneakily leave his room without alerting his family.

What you didn’t know, is that was the best night of Billy’s life. He knew you were going to be there, and when he saw you, he knew that he was going to have you. Since he first arrived at Hawkins High, he had his eye on you. From how you dressed to how you acted in class, even to how you shot down boy after boy asking for a date, including him.

“You know, Y/N?”

You turn around to face him, shocked that he even knew your name.

Of course he knew your name. Your name was the first name he learned in this godforsaken town. He meets your gaze, and says:

“There’s no one like you.”

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader #stranger things #billy hargrove #imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fanfic #song fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x female reader

[abbersreads]

She

Tori x fem!reader

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Song: she by dodie

Tw: just angst

The reader thinking about tori

Um I don’t know, this more so for me about someone so sorry if it’s not really tori

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Am I allowed to look at her like that

We were in maths

The most beautiful girl I’ve seen walked in

Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at

She came and sat by me

Her name was Tori Spring

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

As time went on we became friends

It was amazing

She was funny, cute, nice

Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture

We got a polaroid picture of us

I have it on my wall to remind me of her

And she means everything to me

She means so much to me

But I can’t say anything

I’d never tell

My parents

No I’d never say a word

They throw me out for even thinking of her that way

And oh it aches

But it feels oddly good to hurt

I’ll just have to live with it

And I’ll be okay

Admiring from afar

She met someone

Cause when she’s next to me

His name is Michael Holden

We could not be more far apart

But it’s okay, I have to get over it

Cause she tastes like birthday cake, and storytime, and fall

The way she looks at him…

But to her I taste of nothing at all

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Ok that was kinda depressing but it’s whatever

#heartstopper #tori spring #x reader #fem reader #song fanfic

[belladonazeppole]

The song has been stuck in my head and I remembered that @greeneyedsigma​ had once mentioned that this song reminded her of Doflamingo's obsession with Rosinante. Which is why I made this for you!

#one piece #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #female rosinante #corazon #song fanfic #stalker tango #autoheart

[starryjeekies]

~ If the World was Ending ~

Pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: you had broken up with felix a year ago suddenly, telling him you wanted to focus on your career and so should he. a year later, he’s still trying to find a new normal after being numb to the world. he’s so numb in fact he doesn’t feel the earthquake that ripped through the city. he only notices when you message him for the first time in months.

Warning(s): mentions of alcohol and drinking (drink responsibly)

Words: 3k

A/N: hello! so this is my first fanfic that i’m posting on here now that i have a new tumblr dedicated solely to kpop. i’ll be posting a lot on here hopefully and currently my requests are open! this wasn’t proofread so if anyone wants to send me any edits about grammar, spelling, punctuation etc. feel free to! i wrote this based on felix singing “if the world was ending” during the chicago show of the maniac tour, his voice was heavenly and this idea popped into my head.

I was distracted and in traffic. I didn’t feel it when the earthquake happened.

Felix was on his way back to the dorm when the ground started to shake underneath the company car. Apparently it was significant enough to cause all the traffic on the road to slow down to a slow pause, all the tail lights lighting up in an angry red at the sudden disruption. Felix wasn’t really paying attention, music blaring in his headphones while his mind was lost in thought. He found himself doing that a lot lately; getting so lost in thought that the world disappeared around him and he blocked out reality.

It wasn’t until one of his bandmates hit his shoulder did he snap back to the waking world. He pulled out his earbuds and looked back at Lee Know whose eyebrows were furrowed up. “What?”

“Did you not feel that?” The oldest member in the car asked, seeing the confusion on his face. When the Australian shakes his head, he continues, “There was a massive earthquake that happened just now.”

“When we get back to the dorm,” Their manager starts, driving the car and starting to pull ahead. “If there’s any aftershock, meet in the lounge.”

The man nods, then slowly puts his headphones back in and hears the notification sound rip through his music.

y/n: did you feel that?

It’s been a year now. Think I’ve figured out how, how to let you go and let communication die out.

Felix wasn’t exactly expecting you to message him just then. It had been quite a while, close to four months since he last heard from you. You two had dated for quite a while and things were going well for you two. But a year ago, the relationship ended and you two went your separate ways. It wasn’t a bad break up, per se, but it still hurt for you both nonetheless.

You were friends beforehand and you somewhat stayed friends afterwards, though things weren’t the same as they were before. They never are. When the relationship ended, you two continued to talk for a while, still depending on each other for things and support even though it hurt him to see you. So he started to filter himself out of your life. Trying to get him to heal from the sudden absence of you, he started to distance himself. He would take longer to respond to you, he would lie and tell you he’s busy, he would avoid the places he knows you frequent even if he’s the one who introduced you to those places first.

Now that it had been a year since the breakup, he found things are simultaneously easier and harder. It was easier to stop himself from messaging you but he couldn’t bring himself to delete any of your messages. It was easier to fall asleep when he didn’t think about you, but on the nights he craved your existence it felt like burning agony. Felix could find other things to smile about, yet he would always want to share those things with you.

I know you know we know you weren’t down for forever and it’s fine. I know you know we know we weren’t made for each other and it's fine.

From Felix’s perspective, he didn’t know how long you two would last but he had hoped it’d be a long time. You had been together for longer than any of his other relationships which gave him that hope. Then when things started to come to a head for the both of you in your lives, something changed. He didn’t know when you had gotten so serious about future plans, so he was taken aback when you had told him you felt it’d be better to go separate ways then and there.

It was a civil and intense conversation. Neither of you raised your voices, presented pros and cons of the relationship, and talked through future plans. The one thing that hurt him the most in the conversation, though, was how you had insinuated that he couldn’t guarantee what his life would be like with you the more famous he got. To him, it felt like you didn’t trust him to love you, to take care of you, to protect you. That wasn’t how you intended that statement, but it’s what he felt.

So you two broke up.

He didn’t know you were waging a war against yourself every day because of what you thought was the right choice, he didn’t know how much you wanted to be enough for him but never could be in your own eyes, he didn’t know that you blame yourself so much it had affected your whole future.

Felix: surprisingly no, but everyone else did. you okay?

It didn’t take Felix long to see another response from you, and his heart twisted roughly in his chest.

y/n: not really…can I come over?

But if the world was ending you’d come over, right?

His heart rate quickened at your question, knowing what his gut and what his head said are two very different things. He didn’t know if you were just waiting for a reason to message him or had forgotten about him until now. He decided to swallow down his resolve and message you back.

Felix: yeah, I’ll be back to the dorm in about ten

I tried to imagine your reaction. It didn’t scare me when the earthquake happened.

When you saw the message from Felix, you decided to wipe your mascara tear stained eyes and get yourself around. You hadn’t been scared from the earthquake that you felt. You had already been drinking for about two hours and were emotionally drained and wrecked. If anything, the earthquake shook you back into reality. You were jolted out of your spiraling thoughts by the sudden shaking of your apartment. Some of your photo frames fell from the walls. One of your ceramic figures fell from your shelf and is now sitting in 3 pieces on the hardwood floor. The cup of last night’s tea you had left on the corner of the coffee table is now spilled on the floor. Your apartment was an accurate representation of how you felt. Discombobulated. Broken. Disastrous.

You didn’t expect Felix to answer you at all. You weren’t stupid, you knew he had distanced himself from you. You knew he was building a wall between you two. So you could only imagine his reaction to the intense shaking. But his reaction told you more than he actually did. So you pick yourself up and stumble around to grab your things.

But it really got me thinking, the night we went drinking, stumbled in the house and didn’t make it past the kitchen.

When you were with Felix, things were great. You had anything you could ever want: a loving, kind, generous, well mannered man who would do anything to make sure you had everything and more, even if you didn’t ask for it. In your eyes, he was perfect. He would listen to you on your bad days and offer you advice or just someone to complain to. He would treat you to the pastries he bought on his way to your place to surprise you. He would tell you every day, sun up and sun down, that he loved you.

When you would go to secret bars and drink, disguising his identity to ensure your privacy, the best conversations would happen. How do bees smell when they don’t have noses? What hair color should he try next? Would an octopus wear eight shoes, eight gloves, or four shoes and four gloves? Those conversations always left you two laughing unapologetically.

And when you returned to your place, you would barely make it to your living room before he would tackle you and pepper your lips in kisses. Behind closed doors, Felix was the most affectionate man you had ever met. He couldn’t get enough of you. He had to be touching you, holding you, kissing you. So he would fall back on the couch with you, holding you securely in his arms as he praised you and worshiped you. Everything felt perfect.

It’s been a year now, think I’ve figured out how, how to think about you without it ripping my heart out.

You knew it was your fault. You knew it was your own insecurity that led to you breaking up with him. But he was a champ when you explained your reasoning. You had told him about how you were supposed to be moving up in your work, up to essentially the director position of your branch. You would need to move when that happened, away from him. You told him with the success of his recent tour, he would only get bigger and bigger and it would be harder to hide your relationship from the public eye. You said you both deserved more than to deny each other’s existence, especially when distance will separate you even further than you already were. And that was true.

What you didn’t tell him was that you were afraid. You were afraid to lose him. You were terrified that with not being there anymore, he would find someone much better than you and leave you. You wouldn’t blame him, there are many other people out there who had a lot to offer him that you couldn’t. So you let it eat away at you, him never knowing your true feelings about that.

You hated yourself and your insecurities for drowning out your sense of logic. Logically, you knew Felix would love you no matter what. But deep down you felt like you didn’t deserve it. You would think of who would be better for him and that list only grew as time went on. Your little shred of hope was still there when you kept in touch with him, hoping he would tell you how much he missed you and wanted to get back together. Pitiful thinking, you knew, so you stopped thinking. You didn’t think about him. You didn’t think about yourself. You drowned out every thought you could with work and alcohol at times. It was the only thing that prevented your heart from tearing itself apart.

I know you know we know you weren’t down for forever and it’s fine. I know you know we know we weren’t made for each other and it's fine.

You were simultaneously shocked but also expectant of how Felix reacted. He was surprised at your sudden proclamation of wanting to break up, told you the reasons he didn’t want to, but eventually conceded to what you wanted. He agreed with you that the future was uncertain, that he didn’t know what the future had in store for you two. He didn’t know how hard it would be to keep your relationship blossoming.

What hurt you, which logically shouldn’t have, was how little he fought to keep you two together. You knew Felix, he would do whatever you wanted. So if you wanted to break up, he wouldn’t trap you in the relationship forever. But he wasn’t overly emotional about the breakup. He told you that it was okay, that he understood, and wanted what’s best for you. He didn’t push on you that he was the best thing for you and vice versa, he didn’t plead to make a schedule of regular times you can meet or facetime to make sure the spark was kept alive, he didn’t tell you not to worry about the future and focus on the now.

So you broke up.

You didn’t know he cried himself to sleep for two weeks straight after the breakup, you didn’t know how much he beat himself up for not being selfish and telling you he wanted you forever, you didn’t know he regretted everything he might have said to make you believe you didn’t have a future together.

But if the world was ending you’d come over, right?

You had called an Uber to take you to the corner store, still very intoxicated and in no condition to drive. The air was chilly and you had on the only thing Felix didn’t ask back from you: the sweatshirt you wore when you came home from work until it stopped smelling like him. You stumbled from the store down the block to the dorm. You still remembered the combination to get into the building, burned in your memory from all the times you had come over.

You went into the elevator and your vision blurred, from the tears or the alcohol you couldn’t tell. So when it gently stopped on his floor, you wiped your eyes and walked out to find his front door. Being face to face with the dark oak was overwhelming but there was no way you could sprint out of there in the condition you were in. So you knocked.

It didn’t take more than two seconds for him to open it and be face to face with you. He still looked as gorgeous as ever, bare face and precious freckles adorning his cheeks. His face fell when he saw the state you were in and that is what ruined you. You never wanted to see him so concerned for you. His arms quickly pulled you into his chest and he held you tight as you started sobbing into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck while he clutched you around your waist. You couldn’t control your sobbing as he picked you up and took you to his room and closed the door behind him. As he sat on the bed, he could hear you mumble one thing,

“My whole world is ending and falling apart.”

Would you love me for the hell of it? All our fears would be irrelevant.

Felix gave you the time to cry it out before he said anything. He waited until your sobs were down to sniffles, when your body swayed slightly instead of shaking. He listened to you as you told him everything that happened. You told him how your future was fucked. You lost the one man you loved with all your heart. Your promotion was ripped from you because of your poor performance in those final months. You had to beg your landlord to let you stay in the apartment that was already being leased to someone else. You knew exactly where you fucked up and it was all because you broke up with him. You told him your insecurities you felt and still feel. You told him how you were wrong, so very fucking wrong.

You sit there, wiping your eyes for the millionth time, looking at his chest. “I never stopped lovin’ you, ‘nd I don’ expect you to take me back, I wouldn’ take me back bein’ like this either.”

Felix rests one of his hands against your cheek, feeling how warm it is. He notices just how much you pent up, evident in your tears still falling after an hour of you being here plus however long you were crying for before you came over. His heart breaks seeing you like this, how you both made dumb decisions and are paying the price.

“I wanna go back to that day ‘nd tell myself how stupid I am for lettin’ you go.” You mumble, eyes closing as you press yourself further into his palm.

“Hey,” He gently scolds you while his own tears well up in his eyes. “You’re not stupid, alright? I’m sorry that I made you feel insecure. It was my job as your boyfriend to make sure you were loved and cared for and knew how amazing you are. And I didn’t do my job.”

“Felix…” Your hand rests on his wrist, seeing the water flow down his cheeks.

“I’m not afraid to admit I was wrong, too. I should’ve fought harder.”

No, there wouldn’t be a reason why we would even have to say goodbye.

You smile at him lightly. Your arms wrap around his this time, giving him comfort at how both of you fucked up. His breath is hot against your neck, burning his face into you. This is the most comfort both of you have felt in that year of turbulence, navigating life without each other. You don’t have to think about the future right now. You can focus on each other, being together, sharing what’s been troubling you for the past year.

That night was the most refreshing night you’ve had in a while. You didn’t let each other go as you sobered up and listened to him, as he rubbed your back while you talked. There was no problem solving for you two; you both knew you couldn’t do that tonight. Whatever you two had to work through had to be saved for a later date when you had the mental fortitude to have that kind of conversation. But one thing Felix said returned that spark of hope you had,

“I don’t want to say goodbye.”

I know you know we know you weren’t down for forever and it’s fine. I know you know we know we weren’t made for each other and it's fine.

No, you and Felix weren’t meant for each other. You knew that from the start. You could see the flaws in him and he could see the flaws in you. You both had topics you would disagree on. Even at the peak of your relationship, you two argued. It was what you learned and what happened afterwards is what built you to be for each other.

You both learned that every opinion, thought, idea, and stance was multifaceted. You didn’t only have to see one side. Not everyone reacts the same way to situations. There was much more to love than finding someone attractive and enjoying their company. It was the intrigue of the multifaceted, the balance of stability and spontaneity, the reassurance and acts of being appreciated, the way you were around that person and how they made you feel, the growing separate but together, the growing together in the relationship. Being apart for that year made the both of you realize what exactly your love was lacking and that it’s not the end. There’s still room to improve.

You weren’t made for each other, but you could make yourself better for each other.

If the world was ending, you’d come over, right?

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids #feelix #lee felix #felix fanfic #felix blurb #lee felix fluff #lee felix angst #feelix fluff #felix angst #song au #song fanfic #stray kids blurb

[skunaskitten]

Thinking of you through songs

Making a list of songs that I listen to that remind me of Sukuna or Yuji.

Links to song below to listen to and a short meaning to the songs between you and the lovely boys. Some will be NSFW and others SFW.

Enjoy lovelies.

Ryomen Sukuna

NSFW ( i have to many naughty ones for sukuna)=

*Desire The Unknown (ft. pre kai ro) - Still Dying (slowed version)

^Sukuna being the demon that he is telling you what he is. Him saying "baby i'm a demon". But you don't listen and just want to go home with him, to scream his name to the ceiling. He gives you all the warnings and yet you still follow him.

*Nicholas Bonnin x Angelicca - Shut Up and Listen (slowed )

^Sukuna just having enough between the both of you having the small bickering with each other. He just wants to hear the truth, of the heat growing between the both of you. This leads you both to the bed and wanting to dominate eachother. Him pushing you against the wall grabbing your neck, but then you push him to the side wanting to be on top. The heat battle between the two of you, none of you complain and just want to begin.

*nine inch nails - closer (slowed) <watch this video has sukuna in it!

^Mainly sukuna in his true form. You love him no matter what. And he loves you from the inside. He loves to have his cock deep in you, breading you like a animal. Hearing you screams of pleasure makes him keep going. He holds onto you everywhere with each arm as he slams his hips into you. You let him violate your body leaving marks onto your skin. Sukuna craves you making him feel alive. (this song fits him so well)

Battle/being scary=

*Nicholas Bonnin - Nightmare (slowed)

^When you met sukuna and fell right into his domain you wanted him. Since you belonged to him now he wanted to show you his world. With a devilish smile on his face taking you hand and telling you "welcome to my nightmare".

In love

*myles lloyd- angel (slowed) <i use this my CEO sukuna, my heart

^Sukuna being the play boy that he was he never settled down. But over time he begin to realize that something was missing in his life, he was getting older. His home was empty and only him, he soon was starting to feel alone. That is when you came into his life. He opened his heart to you making him feel things he has never felt before. He did not know what he would do any more if he doesn't have you. Sukuna just hopes your love is real cause he gave you all of it. When he holds your face in his hands he tells you "you're my angel."

Yuji Itadori

SFW=

*Make you smile- franc moody

^Yuji is always a happy boy and you move him so much that he just wants to take you out to a dance floor. He doesn't wish for much so all he wants to do is make you smile to see your bright face light up. When its just you and him its the best feeling you cant help but to smile.

Both Men

SFW=

*How Do I Make You Love Me?- the weeknd

^both the men are completely in love with you. But because of both of their past and how yuji feels about himself they just want to know. How do they make you love them? Sometimes they feel like you will never be theirs. This mainly hits Sukuna more because of him being a curse and feeling that he will hurt you, but still wants you to fall for him. They just do not how. Little do they know you have already fell in love with them both.

*Kyle- perfect <this could work for all characters

^The men have to express to you how perfect you are to them. They can't help but to get hyped around you and making their life better when you're with them. Life made the perfect person which is you and they will tell that everyday. This is also the fact with all of jujutsu high and how they see you. You are just so perfect to them.

Feel free to send me suggestion in my ask box and I will check out any songs you may have in mind that makes you think of the JJK crew. Will probably make a list of your suggestions and what you all use for inspiration, ( i will be sure to tag you next to your song if you want to be known). I will also update more to this when i find the other songs.

Tagging lovlies: @sukunassoulmate @sukunastoy @yuujispinkhair @poe-daydreams

Go check out the music and tell me what you think.

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen #yuji x reader #yuji itadori #yuji fluff #sukuna fluff #jjk x reader #song fanfic #sukuna smut #yuji smut #jjk fluff

[fly-like-egyptian-musk]

Lost in the Eye of Zaun

Summary: Revolution is coming and freedom is in every Zaunite's horizon- but at what cost? A singers first hand encounter of scraping out an existence with her young sister who has big plans for the future, but plans change when The Eye of Zaun set's his sights on capturing the Siren and de-rails everything she once knew. A story of sinners and saints, and the lies between them. WARNINGS: Drug use, Sex Work, Past Child Abuse, Graphic Violence, Gang related activity, MORE WILL BE ADDED.. __________________________ Chapter 2 Sondre stumbled, bashing into the cement wall out of the dark room, slightly rolling her heel clad ankle as she moved with haste to escape the sweaty embrace of the spent john to her side. It stung, but she quickly moved down the dirty humid hall towards the back of the factory, deciding to rip the heels off and throw them into the corner and go barefoot instead. The show was supposed to start twenty minutes ago but her boss found her a last minute client to make up for the low-grade shimmer he had given her earlier. Bastard. Sondre’s empty stomach turned with the recent addition of bitter ejaculate, yesterday and today had been back to back business without much time for sustenance, she hadn’t even slept. She had asked for the shimmer to keep her from completely falling apart before the scheduled show tonight. The steady drone of one of Avor’s synths echoed in the PA system of the factory, she could hear the murmur of a drunken crowd collecting. Ruminating on what had just transpired, the sickening feeling in the pit of her grew after the forced session, the quelled rage she always felt for her master threatened to spill out but she had a job to do, another career, one that wasn’t given to her by him- one that was all her own. She was going to perform, to sing until she couldn’t anymore, to let out all her festering emotions of struggle in her poetry. That was her gift, her purpose in all of this degrading existence. They were going to be a part of the revolution, the survivors here in the new age of Zaun and no baron or upper city was going to snuff out their spirits. --------------> Hey hey, if you like this so far, please consider commenting and letting me know because I love and need feedback to continue to write fanfic. It would mean a lot!!

The corridor opened to the darkened side of the stage where her band was set up, everyone turned to spare annoyed glances at her to which she brushed off and raked her hand through the sweat slicked side of her temple, eyeing the drink in the hand of Georgie. The group knew what she had to do at a moment's notice, especially Avor, because they were also a sexworker just like her. Although, their leash was longer and the boss preferred femme individuals. Avor was her best friend and didn’t give her as much gripe about her behavior, they looked out for each other during jobs and understood the struggle. They supported her more than anyone else ever had. Grabbing the drink from Georgie’s hand she gargled and downed it to wash the taste of the stranger out of her mouth. Cerise adjusted her keyboard and craned her annoyed face to Sondre,

"It’s about time you showed up, kept us waiting long enough.." her posh, foreign accent bit angrily. She was originally from a province near Demacia but had to relocate when war struck- needless to say she’s been doing everything in her power to get back to high status and out of Zaun ever since. And rubbing it in everyone’s faces.

The truth was she was just as poor and dirty as they were, and no fancy accent would disguise the stench of ugly inside of her and the undercity.

"Yeah well, I’m here now- so let’s start with-"

"Aren’t you even going to say sorry?"

Sondre lit a cigarette, her eyes half closed in irritation as she stared at Cerise blankly, refusing to give her any type of reaction.

Exhaling smoke as she spoke,

"I’m sorry some of us have actual jobs to do.."

"Sucking dick isn’t a real job, Sondre.."

"Tell that to me when you’re down to your last coin and your bitch mouth is hungry, Cerise.." she squared up but the large body of Billie walked in between them quickly.

"Cut it out! We have a show to do and GOT PAID ALREADY FOR IT. Quit your cat fighting for one.fucking.night.." she yelled and double checked the connections to the mixer, mic and synth all while grilling both ladies down, daring either of them to open their mouths again. Billie was the significant other of Gavin, the leader of their motley crew, she was a boat hand that helped him receive and ship out the smuggled goods. Burly, red headed, and fiercely loyal to her family. Which meant she was the mom figure of their group, and would indeed whoop anyone's ass.

Sondre sauntered over to the mic and unhooked it, dragging the wire out from the stand so she could freely walk the stage. With her head down low she announced the first song to the group.

"We’ll transition to the next with the lighting cue, we could interlude for at least 5 minutes until it comes. Sounds good? Great." She stiffly finished, perching the cigarette between her lips with arms wrapped protectively over her head as she tried to get into a better headspace to start. Shuffling over to the looper, she exhaled and started crooning at different octaves and melding them together before everything started.

The group shrugged nodding in agreement and took their respective positions on the unlit stage, the small crowd of hungry eyed people becoming restless in the dark center. 

Cerise was a cunt sometimes, Sondre knew this for a long time but she was still considered a friend of hers. She knew Cerise had a wealthy -Married- Piltie sugar daddy who supplied her with enough money from time to time so she didn’t need to work. But somehow, every once in a while she ran out and resorted to begging between friends who had less than her. It was annoying to say the least, but she made up for it by babysitting Phira, Sondre's little sister while she had to work her long nights. It wasn’t the best friendship, but out here it’s all that counted. 

It’s not like Sondre was ashamed of what she did, she wasn’t. She’d been doing this since admittedly too young to be working the strip, barely done with losing her baby teeth. But every so often, the digs into her profession hit harder- hurt deeper.

It was real work, and it was hard work that she had been forced to do for years, no one could ever make her feel bad about supporting her sister and herself this way, especially not a spoiled delusional brat like Cerise. 

Sondre was a survivor through and through, and there’s simply no room for shame in that.

The sweat of the night clung to her chest, making the fabric of her dress stick uncomfortably, her hair curled fiercer in the humidity and surrounded her head and torso like a long tangled, inky cloud. She looked bewitching, otherworldly in her dark somber guise. 

The glow from the waterlogged gutter divot dividing the entire factory shone on every surface, carefully outlining her hunched form as the synth became louder.

It was time for a show. An oscillating melody gave way to a low bass line accompanied by slow pacing of the drummer, to which the shadowed figures of the band all became dimly lit. The billowing smoke fell around the stage creating a mirage floating above the crowd. The lights faded on and reflected off of the black stones adorning Sondre’s body as she slowly swayed with her head bowed down. The mic reverberated her sultry voice as she raised her hand to flourish the lyrics.

‘..I stand corrected,

Guess it just wasn't meant to be,

I know I am maladjusted,

Crush what's inside of me..’

________________________

Sevika became distracted by the macabre statuesque woman slinking across the stage. The way she cat walked across in a sensual daze, voice shifting between whispers, and grit. She was haunting, alluring and beautifully tragic.

The band moved like one unit, keeping beat and playing off each other in unison. 

The drummer and bassist had their eyes shut in concentration, they were identical twins: tall and alabaster, with pale eyes, hairless and had similar extremely bold, black tattoos all over their bodies- including their face. Relaxed bliss graced them, silver piercings shining whenever their heads nodded with every downbeat. Cerise and Avor worked together at the keys and synths adjusting knobs, Cerise’s hair cascaded across her shoulders like silver spiderwebs gleaming under the sporadic lighting. Sevika tore her eyes away from the goddess on stage to watch the crowd. 

Like a drunken feeding frenzy the crowd shifted sweatily together, some stumbling high and others glowing slightly purple with shimmer when the lights fell across their bodies. It was suspicious to see the shimmer fiends not tearing into anyone, not angry. Sevika wondered what chems they cut it with to make the effects change so drastically.

Her eyes followed across to the wall where she noticed little details of the concrete;  an incredible amount of moss growing out of the cracks in broken sections with some sprawling across the ceiling and hanging like horrifying green fingers in the darkness. Despite its obvious safety and health hazards, this factory held an eerie fantastical charm.  

Up a level was a grated balcony, empty save for one small silhouette watching the stage from afar, a child. Her thin legs dangled off as she held onto a mangy teddy bear, wiggling the paws to the beat as her tired eyes tried to focus on the band. She had frizzy reddish brown locs that she had twisted in two lumps on the base of her neck, bronzed skin and dirty feet. She couldn’t have been no older than 12.

‘Who the fuck would bring a child here?’ Sevika swore in her mind, but then sighed considering it was now the exact situation at The Last Drop. 

Her train of thought was cut short by some movement along the more obstructed booths, no matter how darkly dressed the dealers were, the shimmer glowed brighter as it was exchanged for coins. Between the shaded sections of dealings were raised booths that were lit low by rustic chandeliers and packed with well dressed parties. A few young scantily clad women lingered with cigarettes and lighters, waiting on bated breath to light the elite’s smokes. No other staff seemed to be working these sections, and for good reason. There was Glub, his vile gelatinous form bursting at the seams of his too small three piece suit. He sat along with a few other baron’s living it up while the drinks were flowing. Sevika took note of who they were for her report, she knew she’d be paying them visits soon enough.

The voice of the siren crept in low again, she stood held high in front of the crowd, a red spotlight overhead that contoured down her body fiercely. The tendrils of hair fell over and stuck to her sheened skin, the humidity in droplets that sparkled like diamonds across her. She looked like a damp witch casting a spell over a crowd of minions.

‘..I know of no remedy, I know not how to cease, This feeling of hate in me, I just want to see you bleed..’ I only know what I want, I want to stop seeing red, I only know what I want, I just want to see you dead..’

To catch a better lighted view of dealings Sevika would have to return to the bar and post up, but it would be suspicious if anyone saw her return so quickly after she had just purchased a bottle. Turning around quickly, she frisked the hefty goon in front of her for his coin satchel. He sputtered into his glass confused and tried blocking her advances. 

“Stop squirming and hand over more coin! I’m the one that bought those drinks to begin with..” she growled out, and the man keeping one hand in defense towards her took his other hand and dug out the sack. 

“You. Stand where I was in about 10 minutes, discreetly. I’m going back up to the bar to scout a few guys from a better angle. Glub is here and with company, so keep it cool.” 

She strutted back to the bar where there was no longer a Yordle seated, and made a beeline for the seat. Just as her butt made contact with the metal she was bumped into by an intoxicated young man falling into the counter, barely catching himself on the lip of the bar before he broke his chin. 

“WATCH IT, ASSHOLE.” Her burning gray eyes were framed by sharp brows of irritation and the outburst got the attention of a different bartender. 

“Nope. No more for you, Virion. You’re making a bloody fool of yourself as it is..” The barkeep yelled into the man while wiping the sticky drink that had spilled on impact. The intoxicated man who was dressed as what could only be described as a provocative circus worker, smiled slyly to the accusing barkeep. He batted his long black lashes and cocked his head to the side coyly, his angular cut of dark hair falling over to reveal head tattoos of an array of swords over his right ear. 

He ran a finger over the rim of the empty glass as he scooted closer seductively. The barkeep matched him halfway with a stern look that was unimpressed, dirty blonde scruff around his mouth however held a slight smirk at his drunken ministrations. 

The bartender had a braided mohawk pulled back with wrapped brown leather cords, his muscular arms had rough tattoos of Bilgewater origin and enough scars to prove it. Adorned minimally, he had a silver ring on his nostril and an etched leather cuff on his dominant hand that had a symbol of a water deity. He caught Sevika staring and winked, never turning from the man facing him. The carnie raised a slender hand to scratch at the scruff of chin before him, 

“Come on..thas -HIC- no fun..” The taller man leaned over and put both hands on the counter, caging the drunk man's slender form and establishing his authority. 

“You know I’m no fun..not at work at least. But later...if you’re good..” the barkeep sunk his head against the whining drunk before him, dragging his scruff against the smooth jaw, to his cheek and up to the tattooed ear to whisper something inaudible. The carnie nuzzled his face into the neck of the taller man and bit his lip at whatever he had said, both men separated with heated gazes as the drunk one stood up straighter- still wobbling. He nodded enthusiastically,

“You promise?” he purred, cocking a groomed eyebrow up.

The bartender grabbed the towel once again and started drying a glass, flexing his forearms while he turned to put it away while flashing a cocky expression as an answer.

Sevika cleared her throat loudly and waved the man over for an order.

As he approached she watched the eccentric man spin on a stool next to him, flourishing his spin with a heeled boot pointed elegantly out in the air. His expression was wildly pleased and he cackled to himself, but then as he turned back to the room he saw someone he must’ve known, and hopped excitedly up onto the stool to haphazardly wave and yell a greeting. He scrambled off the chair and launched himself forward, bumping into the metal fencing between the bar and dance floor. 

“Gimmie another one of them waters.” she threw down monies and kept her eyes on the open room.

“Aye.” The sailor sauntered back to the wall of liquor, still grinning from the interaction and thinking about what his night had in store after his shift.

Everyone was either dancing, or gambling in the corners of the club. But Sevika noticed a fair amount of seafaring ruffians keeping guard. Some peddled clear liquid in jars, which made her wonder if it was the purified water or homemade shine. She guessed both, if they were smart- to double their profit. 

There seemed to be a leader of the gang, a tall, tanned bear of a man, hairy and heavily scarred. He donned a leather vest with two bowie knives although a large machete was strapped at his hip. At his right came an equally solid woman with thick braided red hair, just as scarred as he was. They patrolled the room, handled the obnoxious drunks (bumping into the flirtatious and very inebriated carnie and giving him a warning) but mostly ones that were too rowdy and violent after losing a hand in cards or getting handsy with the staff. The ones that began meddling in their own operations were promptly thrown the fuck out. 

Sevika narrowed her eyes to search the crowd for the black dressed individuals that sold the shimmer, finding it hard to keep track of them with the lights and commotion of the dance pit. 

‘..I don't want your explanation,

I really couldn't care less,

I've got my own reminder,

This scar across my breast,

You are a faker anyway,

Ever up for a quick release,

Infect everyone around you,

Cover up your own disease,

I know what I want,

I want to stop seeing red,

I know what I want,

I just want to see you dead..’

Sevika rested casually, sipping her glass of water and still reveling on the crispness while trying to play it cool. From the side Glub laughed haughtily and smacked the ass of one of the ladies who visibly was repulsed, the other baron indulged in various substances laid out, yet no vials of shimmer were visible, there was however a pile of sparkling purple powder.

‘Hmm laced shimmer, is that what they’re doing nowadays?’ The older baron to his side scooped up some of the powder with a tiny spoon and hesitated to inhale. Glub slapped his back and gritted out,

‘YOU’LL NEED COMPANY TONIGHT AFTER A HIT OF THAT, THAT’LL MAKE YOUR DICK HARDER THAN STEEL HEHEHE…I’LL FIND ONE OF MINE TO SEND TO YA FOR A GOOD TIME..' he coarsely coughed out, hacking up phlegm and spitting it to the ground near the dainty ankle of one of the waitresses.

Sevika gagged into the cup at his brazen slovenliness, she felt bad for whatever whore had to service the corpse of a man beside him. 

Shimmer was relatively new to the Undercity but gaining popularity at an alarming rate. Its chemical makeup was under development, constantly becoming more potent and advanced by chemists employed by Silco and only Silco. Now, she knew Silco couldn’t control how people used shimmer, but if Glub was creating and selling shimmer and dust he’d be in direct violation of terms. She’d have to find out where they distributed from and who worked there. She herself was too recognizable as Silco’s number two, so she’d have to pay some poor schmuck to spy for her. 

The slick bastard was at least smart enough to not be caught with any vials of shimmer or at least dealing them himself, and dust wasn’t exactly illegal to have- but it was to make. 

From afar she watched as the flamboyant man, apparently named Virion by the swashbuckler behind the bar, bounced between crowds of people chaotically networking and rather well for a blackout drunk. 

Sevika weighed her options, she could use him to her benefit- he clearly knew the entire crowd, but considering the heavy flirting between the bartender it seemed they were into men. She grimaced, seduction was the easiest way out most of the time and that was out of the question..and if she put up a fight she’d probably lose another limb from the insane demolitionist with the bouncer outside. 

So bribery it was. _______________________________________ Songs mentioned: 1. Aviary by Ego Likeness (imagined as the first song, yet I didn't write it in) 2. Stained by Android Lust

Like I've said before, please comment and let me know what you liked or didn't like. I have several chapters of this written, it's just a matter of posting it here if people actually give a shit. Feel free to head over to my AO3 to check out my other Arcane smut shots and more chapters of Lost in the Eye of Zaun. xx

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[ironwoman18]

I know you got my back, and you know I got you

Xavier was heading to the airport as his mind started to analyze his school year and, without a doubt, the last weeks had been the most exciting he ever had.

He finally got to see her again after six years. She saved his life, she confessed she did it out of curiosity, thinking it was because she thought his grandmother was cheating death and tried to escape.

But still she saved him that day. 

He remembered her as a cute but weird girl, back then she was taller than him but puberty hit and he grew up and now he's one of the tallest in his class. But that option changed now, she is still cute but you can add beautiful and even sexy, and if you added that she can play the cello, she can use a bow and arrow, she can do fencing, she is super smart and sassy, you can say she's a match made in heaven.

But... She has a little problem, she doesn't show emotions and is sadistic. And he couldn't understand why he liked her, why he couldn't stop trying to be close to her or be her friend.

As he remembered, a song began on his iphone.

Common love isn't for us

We created something phenomenal

Don't you agree? Don't you agree?

You got me feeling diamond-rich

Nothing on this planet compares to it

Don't you agree? Don't you agree?

Their first interaction was after he saved her from Rowan's attempt to murder her. But before that he saw her in the fencing class, when Bianca, his ex girlfriend, beat her.

She saved him and he paid the favor. Then she discovered the monster was human but the evidence disappeared thanks to the rain. He believed her mostly because he wanted to try to create a friendship with her but it was hard.

When the Rave'N dance was right about the corner, he was on a cloud after she invited him outside of his studio. She even looked nervous about that situation but it was all a lie and Xavier was so unhappy he even asked Bianca to use her powers to make him forget about her.

Who needs to go to sleep when I got you next to me?

But he was an idiot. Not even that song could make him forget about her. Especially if she was in the same school as he was.

All night, I'll riot with you

I know you got my back, and you know I got you

So come on (come on), come on (come on), come on (come on)

Let's get physical

Lights out, follow the noise

Baby, keep on dancing like you ain't got a choice

So come on (come on), come on (come on), come on

Let's get physical

And she was making it difficult since she played the cello every night and he realized that she played ALL his favorite songs.

He was called the tormented artist mostly because of his style but also because he loved to listen to sad songs while painting and now Wednesday was becoming his muse and his tormentor.

The worst part was that if he saw her in trouble or in danger he would help her and deep inside he knew she would do the same for him.

He felt like he didn't get a choice. He just had to. And it was clear when Things and Enid told him and other guys about her birthday.

He could do anything to make it special even celebrate it in a cript or getting a cake pitch black with creepy things on it.

Adrenaline keeps on rushing in

Love the simulation we're dreaming in

Don't you agree? Don't you agree?

I don't wanna live another life

'Cause this one's pretty nice

Living it up

When she accused him for murdering all those people and sent him to jail his heart broke even deeper but he should know better that she would do it after expressing her theories about him being guilty.

But what broke him even more was when she told him she kissed Tyler, the guy that bullied him a year ago. He should know she would kiss him, at the dance he could tell they were dying to but still he was hopeful she didn't.

But even after this he couldn't help but hope to be released to see her again and spend more time around her.

Who needs to go to sleep when I got you next to me?

All night, I'll riot with you

I know you got my back, and you know I got you

So come on (come on), come on (come on), come on (come on)

Let's get physical

Lights out, follow the noise

Baby, keep on dancing like you ain't got a choice

So come on (come on), come on (come on), come on

Let's get physical

So after Thing released him he ran back to the school and get his bow and arrow and shoot in that evil pilgrim man but he used magic and turned his arrow in his direction, he got ready for the impact but it never arrived because she took it for him.

Again she saved his life, she got his back and she knew he got her so, at least, she trusted him.

In the end Wednesday and Bianca defeated Crackstone and they all reunited in the woods.

Rowan's mom might be right about her prophecy but she was also wrong thinking Wednesday Addams wouldn't fix what she caused. 

And at the end of the day, Xavier can't understand why he has a crush on her, doesn't understand why he kept trying to be her friend or building a friendship with her but he wouldn't change a thing because she was worth the try.

That's why he got her a phone and took the bold decision to add his number in. She knew she wouldn't contact him but... If she did? If she dared to contact him when she had a writer block or if she was bored because it was a sunny day?

Who knows... But he will keep that door open.

OOooOOooOO

Hope you liked this little one shot about Xavier reviewing his time with Wednesday.

I had this story in mind since I watched the season finale.

Let me know your thoughts.

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[rheingoldweg12a]

Ohhh here we go again. Not happy with this one. But really satisfied that I finished it. :) AO3 & wattpad.

#fanfiction #boerne x alberich #tatort münster #schreibwahn #schreibtherapie #schreibüberfluss #song fanfic #the water dancer #belle mt.