#wrapped around your finger

[bloatedandalone04]

Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.4

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which anakin feels completely isolated from you for the first time in five years, and he doesn’t know if he will ever be given the chance to fix his mistake.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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Anakin gave his guitar to Theo as he sprinted off stage and towards the very dressing room he broke your heart in.

You never came back after walking away at the beginning of the show, and that had him completely on edge. He looked around the backstage area and when he couldn’t find you anywhere, he checked the dressing room. But you weren’t in there either. 

Maybe you went back to the bus? God, he hoped so. He just got you back, he couldn’t handle losing you again so soon, and for a completely different reason this time. 

His nerves were completely shot as he practically sprinted to the bus, the only thought on his mind being to get back to you and further explain things to you. If he needed to drop to his knees and beg for you, he was more than willing to do so, because you were it. His one and only, and you always would be. 

The show tonight was one of the longer ones, so in the two hours he was on stage you could have literally gone anywhere. His heart was in his throat as he pulled open the bus door and looked around, and he could feel it quicken its pace as he realized that you weren’t here either. 

Where the fuck did you go? You told him you’d be here after the show, yet he couldn’t find any trace of you. 

Actually, he couldn’t find any sign of you at all. Your bag was gone, your jacket was picked up from off the couch, and your laptop wasn’t on the table anymore. “No,” he rasped. “Fuck. No.”

His hands were shaking as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called you, but he was sent straight to voicemail. 

You were ignoring him.

“Fuck,” he nearly yelled as he called you again, only to be met with the same result. “Fuck!”

After the third call he was forced to leave you a message, and he felt as pathetic as he sounded. “Baby, please. Please….call me back. I’m so sorry,” he rambled as he pulled at his sweaty hair. “We need to talk about this more, we have to work this out, I….fuck, Y/n, you said you’d be here after the show.”

He was crying now and was choking on his words as he said them, and he hoped you would be able to understand him, but he also hoped you couldn’t. He hated the fact that he was the one crying after he fucked things up, possibly beyond repair, when he really had no right to. 

“Please, just…tell me where you are and that you’re okay and safe, please,” he begged and dropped onto the couch. “I love you.” 

His phone fell to the floor after that and his hands came up to cover his face. 

He had no idea what to do. He was shaking and his eyes were sore as he couldn’t seem to stop the tears from leaving them.

What the fuck is he going to do? How is he going to fix this? 

He can’t lose you. He can’t, he wouldn’t be able to function without you. The thought of not having you around him after this was enough to send him into a panic attack, and he knew he needed to get a hold of himself, but he didn’t know how. 

You weren’t here, weren’t at the venue, and your stuff was gone. Where did you go? You wouldn’t have left without telling him, right? You wouldn’t have gone back to London and not tell him, right? 

He didn’t know anymore. 

His phone went off from its place on the floor, and he scrambled off the couch to grab it, and when he saw that it was you who texted him, he nearly cried of joy. But your message wasn’t what he wanted to read, and it left him feeling even worse.

Princess: I’m safe. I just need some time to think. Please, at least give me that. 

-

You slept on a chair in the airport last night, your duffle bag being your pillow and your jacket being your blanket. 

Your eyes were bloodshot and sore beyond words from all the crying you’ve done since Anakin told you that he cheated on you. Did that count as him cheating on you? Not exactly, but his lips touched someone else’s, so what did that make it? Accidentally cheating? You didn’t know and you were too upset to care about what to call it. 

After he went on stage and began the show, you couldn’t stand it anymore and left. You went back to the bus and was originally going to stay there and sleep on the couch, but the more you got into your head, the more you wanted to get the fuck out of there completely. 

Running away from your problems never helped anybody, but you were too stubborn to think rationally at this point. 

So you bought a ticket for the earliest flight back to London and grabbed your things before fleeing from the bus and sending him a text after listening to his voicemail. 

You felt bad about leaving like that, but you were so upset and hurt. Your heart felt like it had been physically ripped from your body and been left back with Anakin in Paris; the place you wanted to visit for so long now with the love of your life. And the two days you were there with him were amazing, and you were prepared for so much more, but every hope and dream you had for that city had been crushed and destroyed. You weren’t sure you ever wanted to go back, Eiffel Tower be damned. 

There were other towers you could see, right?

The whole flight back to London you wrote down the last few chapters for your short story in your notebook, needing the distraction to help keep you sane enough to be able to get back to your room in one piece. 

You looked like a mess once you got back onto campus, and you avoided everyone like the plague as you made a beeline towards your dorm and had a forty five minute shower. It helped a little bit, but you were still left feeling empty as you sat down on your bed with wet hair and opened up your laptop to type out what you wrote down on the plane. 

After you added some final touches, you printed it out and got changed into a pair of jeans and a grey shirt, leaving your hair still damp as you made your way to Kenneth’s classroom. 

It was empty when you entered it, and he looked up at you in surprise when you closed the door behind you and walked over to him. “Miss Y/l/n,” he greeted and closed the book he was reading. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon. I thought you’d still be with that boyfriend of yours.”

The mention of Anakin had a sharp pain shoot straight through your heart, and you flinched slightly as you cleared your throat. “Yeah, something happened with that,” you whisper and he gives you a look of concern as he notices the way your eyes glaze over with tears. “I’m okay. Promise.”

He gives you a smile that nearly had you sobbing right then and there, because how the fuck did things get to this? How did you end up back in London, crying in front of your instructor with wet hair that dampened your shirt as the seconds went on? 

“Alright,” he said quietly and braced his elbows on his desk. “What’s going on?”

His voice was so comforting and caring, you allowed your walls to come down a bit as you held up the stack of papers in your hand and wiped your eyes with your other. “I wrote my short story,” you announce. “I didn’t get around to editing it, so it’s probably full of errors, but I just wanted to give it to you because..”

You stopped your sentence short, but Kenneth gave you a look that told you he knew exactly what you were saying. “Because you’re not coming back to class,” he finished for you. “Are you?”

He stated it instead of asking it, and you bite down on your bottom lip as you nodded. Glancing down at the papers in your hands, he gestures for you to give them to him, and you do so with a sad smile. “You don’t have to read it,” your voice broke as you felt yourself beginning to cry again. “I just wanted to show that I really did love every second of these classes. I know I can do so much more, but it’s just not a good time for me right now.”

Kenneth flipped through the pages and looked up at you. “I’ll read it,” he promised, his gaze the softest you had ever seen it, and you realized just how much you would miss being able to talk to him like this and not feel embarrassed about it. “You’re an amazing writer, Y/n. It was a privilege to have you in my class, and I hate to see you go so soon, but I also want you to start putting yourself first. You’re always worried about everyone else around you, don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. Whatever happened before this, don’t let it take over. Use it, if it helps.”

You nod and wipe at your eyes with both hands now, sniffling quietly as you look at the man you respect deeply. 

“You’re going to go on and do great things. You’re young, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you,” he lightened the mood by laughing and it made you laugh, too. “Just don’t forget to put yourself first. I remember when my teacher told me that, and it stuck with me for most of my life. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear it until he said it.”

And you didn’t either. 

It was true, you put everyone above yourself and it often made you forget to take care of yourself. But not anymore. 

You were going back home, and you were dropping out of the program, but you weren’t quitting. You just needed to figure some things out and keep yourself grounded until you decided what was going to happen next. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. “For everything.”

Kenneth nodded and set your story down onto his desk. “Good luck, Y/n,” he said and it was the second time he used your first name since you walked in here, and it somehow made everything seem so much more real. You weren’t his student anymore. “I’ll reach out to you once I’ve finished reading this.”

“Okay,” you nod and turn around, giving the classroom one last look before heading towards the administrative office to officially drop out of the school. 

You cried more as you packed up your room, and then Bailey came in and let you cry onto her shoulder as she held you and told you to keep in touch. After that you met Evan’s eyes from across campus, and the three bags you were carrying told him all he needed to know. 

He brought you into his arms, too, and these were the people you were going to miss most about this chapter in your life. “Call me whenever you need to, okay? Or whenever you want to,” he begged and you nod against his chest. “Fuck, this sucks. I’m going to miss you.”

You laugh sadly, “I’m going to miss you, too,” then you step away and get a ride back to the airport, your heart feeling the heaviest its felt in all the twenty two years you’ve been alive. 

-

Anakin didn’t sleep at all, but that was no surprise. 

He got a good two nights of sleep with you while you were here, but now that you were gone, his sleep schedule was already back to being fucked. 

His whole body felt weak as he paced around backstage, holding his phone up to his ear as he called you for the first time today. He told himself that he’d give you some time, but fuck that. He missed you and needed to see where things were with you at the moment. 

“Hi,” you answered, making Anakin instantly stop pacing. 

“Hi,” he said back quickly. “How are you? Where are you?” He had no idea where you were since you only told him that you were safe, and he wasn’t one of those boyfriends that needed their girlfriends location on all the time. 

“In the car,” you answered and he felt his heart drop. “On the way to the airport.”

“The…airport?” He stuttered, his eyes burning as he let your words sink in. “You’re going back to London?”

“No,” you say quietly, and he could hear in your voice the way you were holding back tears. “I’m already in London. I’m going back home, Anakin.”

Anakin felt his whole body tense up, and it felt almost painful to move. So he stayed still as he tried to process your words. “You’re in London? How? When?”

“Last night. I bought a ticket and left. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I just don’t know what to do anymore, Anakin,” you cried and the remaining pieces of his heart shattered to bits. “I dropped out of the writing program and now I’m on my way back home. I need to feel normal right now or I might just go crazy.”

“Baby,” he shakily said as he met Vinny’s eyes from across the room. His friend gave him a concerned look, but Anakin just turned around and headed for the dressing room. “Baby, please.”

“Please, what? I don’t know what you want me to say. I don’t know what to say,” you sobbed and he let the door close loudly behind him once he reached the dressing room. 

“Say that we’re going to be okay,” he begged, beginning to pace around the small room as he tugged at his hair. “Say that you and I will be fine, that we’ll talk this through and that we’re going to be okay.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, leaving him to listen to your uneven breathing. “You’re in Paris, Anakin,” he hated the way you hadn’t called him Ani even once since the start of this call. “I’ll be in LA tomorrow. Maybe this time away from each other will be good.”

“We’ve been away from each other,” he said as his heart twisted in agony. “I don’t want more time apart.”

“You’re on tour, Anakin-”

“I’ll come home,” he cut you off. “I’ll talk to Helena, we’ll stop the tour for a few weeks or something. Please.”

You sniff quietly. “The tour is too important,”

“You’re more important. We’re more important,” he thought maybe he was getting through to you, but then you destroyed that small ounce of hope with a single sentence. 

“I can’t do this,” you whispered. “I need time. Have fun on the rest of the tour, Anakin. I really mean that.”

Then you hung up before he could say another word, leaving him to call you back three times before you turned your phone off. 

“Fuck!” Anakin yells out and throws his phone onto the couch before sitting down next to it, his hands coming up to cover his face as he tries to hold back his tears. 

This was all his fault. He fucked things up between you beyond repair, and he was the one to blame. 

You flew back to London, for fucks sake, and the whole time he thought you were still here. And now you’re going back to LA, back to the apartment you and he shared, and possibly packing up there as well. 

What was he supposed to do? He needed to be on stage in less than twenty minutes, and he was on the verge of a panic attack. 

Anakin looked around the room wildly, as if anything he would help him even a little bit. His eyes landed on the various alcohol bottles placed on a table in the corner, and he knew he shouldn’t. The last time he drank was at the club with Liz, then she kissed him and he threw up twice and swore he’d never drink again.

But it was different this time. 

He needed to feel nothing right now, to get him through the show, then he’d figure out how to fix things. 

Without giving it a second thought, Anakin grabbed the first bottle he could reach and spent the next ten minutes drinking it. He set the now empty bottle down and left his phone on the couch, swinging the door open and stumbling his way backstage. 

The first person he saw was Liz. Of course it was Liz. 

Anakin’s eyes glazed over and he made it to her in less than four strides. She turned to face him with that fucking smirk of hers, and he narrowed his eyes on the bruise that had formed on the bridge of her nose, and for a split second he was proud that his girlfriend did that to her, then he remembered that you might not be his girlfriend anymore. “There you are,” she cooed. “We were starting to get worried.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, getting into her personal space. This was another situation where he could use his size to his advantage, even if he hated to do it, but he didn’t care right now. “This is all your fault. Y/n left because of what you did, because of what we did. Are you happy? Are you fucking proud of yourself?”

Vinny, who was standing nearby quickly made his way over, as did Helena, who had been talking with Theo a few feet away. “Anakin,” Vinny murmured, pulling on his arm. “Hey, don’t do this, man. She’s not worth it.”

Helena guided Liz away and towards the side of the stage, and Anakin could see how angry his manager was as she talked to the photographer. 

Anakin turned to Vinny, his eyes burning and his head spinning. “She left,” he rasped. “She left, Vin. Y/n left to go back home.”

Vinny stepped back in surprise but kept his hand on Anakin’s arm. “Back home? Like, back to London?”

“No, back to LA. She already went back to London and dropped out of the program and now she’s going back home,” he nearly cried. “She’s going to leave me, Vinny. I lost her.”

The drummer looked alarmed, and he pulled Anakin into his arms within seconds. “It’s okay,” he tried to comfort him, but they both knew it would never work. “It’s okay.”

Anakin felt pathetic. This is the second time Vinny had to comfort him in less than two weeks, and while he knew Vinny would never mind doing so, Anakin still felt terrible. It shouldn’t be this way. He should be better than this. 

“We’ll talk after the show,” Vinny promised, pulling away and reaching up to smooth out Anakin’s hair. “You and I will figure everything out, okay? It’s going to be okay.”

Anakin felt like a shell of himself as he nodded and allowed Vinny to lead him out onto stage, his mind a mess of thoughts and doubts and worries, and all of them were about you. 

The lights were blinding and Anakin’s vision blurred from the flashes. His head was pounding and his throat was dry as he tried to get out the last song of the night as quickly as he could, but he felt sick. The bourbon he had downed earlier didn’t help, either. 

He felt bile rise up his throat but he held it back and tore his eyes away from the crowd so he could look over at Theo. The bass player gave him a concerned look as he began to sing the song as well, no doubt sensing something was wrong and deciding to help the poor guy out.

Anakin was thankful for that as he didn’t have to raise his voice anymore since Theo is singing alongside him now, so his throat was given somewhat of a break. While his friend didn’t have a strong enough voice to be the lead singer, Theo still had a pretty good singing voice, and Anakin knew he should probably start having him sing in more songs in the future.

He felt his heartbeat quicken as even more sweat began to settle on his skin. The flannel he had adorned at the start of the show had long since been tossed aside and had left him in just his graphic tee, but he was still so fucking hot, and the lights weren’t helping at all. 

He made the mistake of looking over to his right, where he saw Liz and Helena standing backstage. While his manager had a frown on her lips, Liz had a lustful look in her eyes, and somehow that made Anakin feel even more sick. 

His fingers fumbled on the strings as he messed up the tempo of the song, which is something he had never done while he was out on stage before. Embarrassment floods through him and he quickly falls back into the right rhythm with Vinny and Theo backing him up as best as they could. 

All these cameras on him were not helping, even though he was used to being filmed at this point. He felt like was three seconds away from having a full on panic attack, and he would probably die of humiliation if he woke up tomorrow morning to see thousands of videos online of him breaking down on stage. 

The headline ‘Anakin Skywalker Has Epic Meltdown During Last Song Of Show’ was one he refused to read the following day. Fuck, he hated those stupid tabloids. They were written by money hungry, self-obsessed assholes who wouldn’t know what privacy is if it slapped them in the face. 

You hated them, too, and your distaste for them was more than valid. 

He missed you. God, did he ever. 

Anakin wasn’t used to missing you. He never needed to. Ever since his third year of high school he’s had you by his side. You were never more than a few feet away from him back then, and even now you were always usually backstage and quietly cheering him on. You should be where Liz is currently standing now. 

Or maybe he should be with you. 

Since the second you became his girlfriend you were always his top priority.

He hated that he had somehow managed to forget that fact the minute a pretty girl started paying more attention to him than you were. Could you be blamed? You were thousands of miles away and chasing your own dream while he was living out his. You couldn’t give him every second of your time like he was used to receiving, and he really fucking hated how he had actually managed to turn into one of those pricks who forgets about how good he has it as soon as things don’t end up going his way. 

Anakin wanted to stop singing the song and call out to you, but you weren’t in the crowd. You weren’t backstage. You weren’t here. You weren’t with him. You wouldn’t answer him, because you’re so fucking far away while he is here acting like everything is just fine. All he wanted to do was to run off stage, find you, and wrap you up in his arms, but he wasn’t sure if he had that right anymore.

He’s insecure and has never been away from you for this long. It was like he didn’t know how to properly function without you by his side. 

All the excuses in the world would never make up for just how poorly he’s treated you and for how little effort he’s been putting into your relationship. 

He didn’t blame you for wanting to end it.

But he needed you. He had just gotten you back, just gotten that sense of normalcy back, but you were gone again. 

Possibly for good this time, and he only had himself to blame.

-

One more part after this x

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[braidlottie]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER.

part 1

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you were finally home from school, with the weekend ahead of you. you got an insane amount of work done last night, just so you could take the next few days to relax.

kicking off your shoes and putting your key on the hook, you called for your mother.

you walked through the hallway, entering the kitchen and seeing your mother and another lady across from her with a cup of tea.

“oh, hello,” you greeted shyly. the woman just smiled and waved. “sorry if i’m intruding-”

“no, it’s fine, honey. i wanted you to meet lottie. she’s one of my friends from high school.” the woman went to shake your hand, you shaking back politely. “i’m y/n.”

“your mother’s told me quite a lot about you, y/n.” lottie’s eyebrow raised, your smile fading. “oh god, she didn’t show my naked baby pictures, did she?” you asked in fear, making her laugh and your mother roll her eyes.

“very funny. now if you’ll excuse me, i’ll be in the bathroom.”

taissa leaves the room, also leaving silence between you and lottie. you went to the fridge to grab a drink, gulping deeply before speaking again.

“so how did you and my mom meet?”

“we were in a soccer team together in high school. we were so close, the team had a beautiful bond. it was almost like we were stuck together with glue because we would never leave each other’s side. but then, college came around.”

you frowned. “did you guys end up going to different schools?” lottie nodded, taking another sip of her tea. “we all made plans to meet up during break, but no one ever had any time. then one day i realized i haven’t spoken to my friend in months.”

“i’m sorry, that must’ve been hard.” you tried to say something sympathetic, nervously scratching the back of your head. “you’re a darling, you don’t have to apologize.” lottie shook her head and lightly patted your hand that was on the marbled kitchen island. you looked down at your feet, then back up at her. she was totally checking you out, but you didn’t want to think that! she was your mother’s friend!

but..

her touch was so gentle, and her voice, oh her voice was so raspy yet so soft and warm, it could send you to sleep. you were so bad at making eye contact and part of you felt like she knew.

“what were you two talking about?” you jumped, hearing your mother’s voice down the hall. lottie’s hand left yours, just before taissa turned the corner, the same peachy smile she had when you first saw her. “oh just telling him about us in high school. your mother was the most competitive person i know. and still is.” lottie turned to you mid sentence, her eyes dark with lust.

“uhh, it’s been fun you guys, but i really have to study-”

“on a friday?”

“yes, mom. on a friday.” you hurriedly walked up the stairs, seeing the two women watch you from below.

finally, walking up to your room, you closed the door. you straight up lied to your mother, turning on your tv instead of pulling out our workbook. you just wanted to get away from it all.

you couldn’t get the way lottie looked at you out of your head. her eyes were practically burned into your brain, you couldn’t even close your eyes. her big brown eyes were still there, staring you down.

you got broken out of your trance when you heard a knock on your door. “can i come in?”

“uhh- yeah, sure.”

your mother came through the door, leaning against its frame. “i just wanted to let you know that lottie was staying over tonight. are you okay with that?”

your heart sunk. you had thought you wouldn’t see this woman ever again after today, and now she’s staying at your house?!

“uhh, yeah, no, that’s totally fine. that’s awesome, actually.” you smiled awkwardly, trying to play off the fact that you wanted lottie to absolutely fu-

“are you sure? you seem a little-”

“tired. i’m really tired, i might actually take a nap.”

“alright, well, good night, honey.” your mother kissed your forehead, you mirroring her smile as she walked out your room, closing the door behind her.

you face planted onto your bed and sighed. you wanted to go back down there and talk to her, but there’s always tomorrow, right?

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[lateknights21]

The 5sos show tour Boston

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[grxcisxhy-wp]

So… I saw 5sos in phoenix last night and we got wrapped around your finger for the dice song. I recorded the whole thing if anyone wants to see it but be warned I was in one of the 200 sections

And I may have cut it off a bit early

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[rookieoneil]

Tim: no

Angela: yes!

Tim: no.

Lucy: Tim.

Tim: fine.

Angela: YES.

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[myimaginaryradio]

Wrapped Around Your Finger - The Police - 1983

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[gameraboy2]

The Police - Wrapped Around Your Finger

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[garbagegirlblog]

Devil and the deep blue sea behind me

Vanish in the air, you'll never find me

I will turn your face to alabaster

When you find your servant is your master

Oh, you'll be wrapped around my finger

You'll be wrapped around my finger

wrapped around your finger- the police

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[edge-oftheworld]

it’s taken me a while to warm up to as I don’t know any other musicians who’ve pulled it off well but I actually love how 5sos deviate from Normal Song Structure even from their really early stuff like wrapped around your finger and the only reason. like these songs make ydgtp and tears! seem like normal song structure songs. and goes without saying but they pull all of it off excellently

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[fortheloveoffanfic]

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Professor!Thomas Shelby x Student!Reader

A/n-Inspired by Wrapped Around Your Finger-The Police. I have very minimal experience with university level math so don't even try to figure out what they're doing, I don't know either.

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Warnings-NSFW/SMUT, infidelity, student/teacher sexual relationship, mentions of power play, vaginal fingering.

“Do you understand?” The professor probed. They were both standing at his desk, where several pages of handwritten equations, notes and diagrams littered the varnished oak surface. Dropping the pen on a page featuring a complicated calculations in his messy scrawl Thomas slipped his ink stained hands into the pockets of his navy trousers, glancing towards her, awaiting a response. 

Y/n hesitated, before responding with a subtle nod. “So I’m supposed to…simplify to find K and then multiply K by L?" Quickly, she did the calculations, "That means X would be……seven twenty five?" She offered unsteadily, almost completely sure of her ability to understand what they’d just gone over but still eager to have her final scraps of self doubt chased off. 

“Yes,” Thomas hissed softly, “Very good,” he added, his praise sounding almost apathetic, but Y/n didn’t take it personally; he was like that with almost everyone. Almost; sometimes, she thought got to see a different side of him. A softer, more personable side that might have been reserved for private moments, that he sometimes shared when they were together. 

“We can stop here,” he sighed, pulling his round-framed glasses off, holding onto one of the wirey handles, “Or we can go over putting these calculations into diagrams.” Thomas seemed hopeful as he extended the offer and his subtle eagerness to be around her was one of the things that differentiated his interactions with her from the ones he had with his other students. He always seemed short-tempered and employed harsh criticism when he worked with them, but with her, he was…..quieter; still frosty, but never mean. There were other noticeable differences, but most times, Y/n tried to not think about them, the last thing she wanted was to lead herself on. “I would love to,” she really would, he seemed to enjoy spending time with her and Y/n couldn’t say truthfully that she didn’t feel the same, but the face of her dainty French diamond watch said that it was just after six and she wasn’t sure if it would be safe for her to walk back to her flat unescorted after dark. “But its already so late.”

“Its only six,” Thomas shrugged, moving away from his desk, heading towards the liquor selection at the corner of his office. She knew, primarily from acting as his unofficial assistant during that semester and from their private sessions, that he routinely had a couple glasses of whiskey in the evening. Most times, instead of offering her one, he usually just poured an extra one and brought it over. “I can drive you home, if you want,” he offered nonchalantly, setting her glass down on a cleared spot amongst the papers. “Cigarette?” he fished a couple out of a little silver case in his breast pocket. 

“Are you sure that’s appropriate?” Y/n probed, relieving him of a slender, paper cylinder and perching it between her lips as he collected a silver lighter from another pocket.

“No one would know,” Thomas shrugged again, bringing the flame to the tip of her cigarette. 

“I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way,” Y/n blew a stream of pale blue, minty smoke from a slit made by her rosy lips as she held the cigarette between her middle and pointer fingers.

“I want to, wouldn’t be outta my way,” he countered casually in this attractively thick Burmmie accent, drawing in an extended sip as he half sat on his desk, one foot still planted firmly on the checkered floor, “I’d just have to call home,” he said, a sudden weight descending on his tone and absently, Y/n glanced at the gold band encircled around the professor’s ring finger. Her heart drop a little; she hated that ring, it was a constant reminder that he wasn’t hers to admire. 

“Your wife will be worried?” She tilted her head curiously as she leaned her hip against his desk. If it weren’t for the pesky ring, one might have assumed that Mrs. Shelby didn’t exist at all, there weren’t any photographs of her in his office, even if there was one of his children, a boy and a girl, situated on his desk. He never talked about her either.

His shoulders and chest shook in a dry, sarcastic chuckle, “No, but she will throw my fuckin' clothes in the fire.”

Y/n sucked in a surprised breath, eyes going wide, “Well I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.”

“I’m always in trouble,” he smiled, faint and wickedly, “Do you want to stay or not?” Thomas’ gorgeous  blue gaze met her eyes, willing a response out of her. 

Despite what she’d just heard, and knowing what people would think if they saw her getting into her professor's car, Y/n was as tightly wound around Thomas’ finger as the wedding band put there by another woman; “I’d love to.”

She could have sworn he smiled again, but the expression faded so quickly that she wasn’t sure. “Good,” setting his glass down and he pushed off the desk, “You’re smart, the diagrams won’t be that hard,” Thomas shuffled closer and Y/n’s breath hitched audibly when he rested his hand on the center of her back. Quickly, he snuffed out the cigarette in a crystal ashtray, and when he leaned over to collect a pencil, the hand on her back slid a little lower, “I’ll do the first one.”

Y/n glanced at Thomas, pulling in her lower lip at the sight of his profile; sharp and remarkably handsome. She couldn’t count how many times she’d laid in bed at night before falling asleep, and sometimes even during class while he was teaching, fantasizing about him; how his hands, dried out from using chalk so often, would feel as they traced her naked curves, the taste of his liquor stained lips and the weight of him on top of her. 

When his hand deserted the small of her back so he could properly draw the diagram, Y/n tried to hide her disappointment and pay attention. As usual, he made it look significantly easier than it was, and she figured that his fluidity came from twenty plus years worth of practice and the fact that he was one of the Mathematics department’s best professors- anyone who enrolled there with the intention of reading for a Math degree hoped to have at least one course with Professor Shelby, he was the best of the best. That was why she was so lucky that he’d offered to tutor her privately, there weren’t many women in her class-it was still very difficult for women to get into traditionally male programs, especially at such a prestigious university- and Thomas had made it exceedingly clear at the beginning of the semester that he did not do individual sessions. 

Two weeks later, he’d pulled her aside and said if she were interested, he would be happy to give her a few hours in the evening three times a week- he’d said it was because he thought she had the potential to do remarkable things, Y/n had wished that there was more behind his intention. 

“Try one,” Thomas interrupted her thoughts, and Y/n realized that she hadn’t been paying attention. Still, she put out her dwindling smoke and took the pencil when he offered it, giving his diagram a long, hard look before shifting her gaze. They’d never done that in class before, Thomas had already gone beyond the syllabus with her, and because her mind had strayed so far during his demonstration, she was completely lost; all she had was his example without explanation. But she didn’t want to annoy him, so instead of telling him that she had no clue on what she was doing, Y/n gave it a shot. 

Well, tried to.

“Not like that,” Thomas intervened after she drew the first line, “Here,” he rasped, stepping closer, “I’ll show you.” Expecting Thomas to reclaim the pencil, she gasped when reached behind her, draping his arm across her back so he could put his hand over hers.

His palm was rough against the back of her hand, his chest was pressed to her back and she could feel his breath fan the side of her face as he went over every step. Y/n was also acutely aware of one of his feet positioned between hers, keeping her legs slightly separated. To anyone walking into the room, it would look significantly worse than it would if he'd been caught driving her home. 

Thankfully he always kept the door locked during their sessions and they were also rarely bothered- despite being one of the department’s main attractions, it was no secret that Professor Shelby’s behavior had resulted in most being very scared of him. Y/n though had spent enough time with him to become accustomed to his brash nature; she’d actually found that it was part of his charm. 

“Do you understand?” He asked when they were done, his hold on her hand loosening while he rested the other on the lip of his desk as she dropped the ruler they were using. He’d effectively boxed her in and Y/n was quickly losing her ability to think civil, coherent thoughts. 

“Uh….” A shuddered exhale seeped off her slightly agape lips, “Yes,” she managed, angling her head awkwardly so she could see his face. She’d meant to meet his eyes, but fell short when her gaze instead flicked to his lips. “Thank you."

“‘Course,” Thomas breathed, and Y/n’s eyes were still fixed on his lips. She was hoping he would kiss her and couldn’t accurately count how many times she’d wondered how it would happen if it ever had to; would he push her up against the chalkboard while she helped him pack up or catch her in an empty hallway? 

Perhaps right that very minute?

Briefly she met his gaze she found that there was a dark glint there, though Thomas didn’t seem particularly intent on doing anything about it. Trying to keep her anticipation at bay, she spared him a couple more seconds and then, just as she thought he was going to step back and look away, Y/n leaned upwards on her toes and boldly pressed her lips to his. 

Shocked, Thomas stiffened and removed his touch, he didn’t even kiss her back. “You’re one to talk about what’s inappropriate,” he huffed dryly upon pulling his head back to search her eyes, “You don’t want’ta do this,” He warned, pocketing his hands as Y/n turned, so her chest would be no more than a couple inches away from his. 

“I do,” she protested firmly, gripping the edge of his desk as she leaned on it, pressing her knees  into his thighs, “Don’t you?” She enticed. 

Thomas licked his lips, “You’re young and stupid-”

“I thought you said I was smart?” She teased with a pout, pausing for a minute to think about her next words. “I see the way you look at me,” Y/n had never been the most forward person, and her mother often reminded her that it wasn’t becoming of a young woman to act provocatively, but Thomas wasn’t being much help and she was tired of hoping and waiting. “Is it your wife?” She questioned. 

“No,”  casually, he shook his head. 

“Afraid we’ll get caught?” Y/n furrowed her brows. 

“No,” was all he offered once more, that time, his lashes flitted and she caught the way he appraised her body appreciatively before meeting her eyes again. 

“Then I’ve been mistaken,” she tipped her chin indignantly, not believing that one for a minute. 

He raised his brows and smirked, “No,” he briefly scrunched his nose and pursed his lips and Y/n huffed, ducking her head. “Shy already, eh?” He taunted. 

Lifting her head, Y/n scoffed, pushing off the desk in favor of draping herself on his chest and looming her arms around his neck. “No,” she jeered quietly, “But I’m sure you’d like that; you want me shy and sweet and stupid.”

“I would,” Thomas admitted in a low tone, finally reacting; his hands slowly slipped out of his pockets, landing on her waist so he could curl his fingers into the powder blue fabric of simple dress. 

Y/n hummed, “Too bad.” Arching upwards, she planted her mouth on his again. When they’d started their tutoring session earlier, he’d taken his jacket off and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, affording Y/n the opportunity to skim his forearms before letting her hands settle on his firm biceps. His grip on her waist tightened and he responded eagerly to her feverish kiss, battling for control. 

But he’d lost his opportunity- he had his chance and he was going to let her go. 

He was stronger, but still gave in when she pushed him, stumbling backwards as she walked blindly, their lips still locked. As they moved, Thomas’ hands glided from her waist to roughly cup her ass, and she could feel the heat of his large, rough hands through the fabric of her dress and the fine silk of her knickers. Her fingers trailed downwards, fumbling with the button and zipper of his trousers shoving them, along with his boxers, down a little. 

Pushing her off a little, Thomas pounced at the pretty buttons holding the top of her dress closed. His fingers worked far more fluidly than hers had, easily undoing the line of buttons that ran down her left breast to her waist, before pushing the dress off at the shoulders, revealing her gray, silk undergarments. As he pulled her close again, Y/n absently kicked her dress while pushing off his waist coat, letting it crumple to the floor so she could wrap his striped tie around her fist to tug him closer.

Kneading her ample hips, Thomas inched her knickers down, the roughness of his fingers contrasting with the delicate, lace trim. As they eventually slid down her exposed legs, his hands roamed the newly exposed skin, the stark coldness of his wedding band reminding Y/n of how out of line she’d been in seducing him. Still, guilt was the last thing she felt- it was actually quite empowering in some twisted way; despite having a wife, Thomas was locked office with her. He’d been lusting after her, she didn’t care for love, not in that moment, all Y/n wanted was triumph. And him. 

Kissing him hungrily, they stumbled towards his chair, and after his pants and boxers had fallen to his knees, she lightly pushed against his chest, urging him to sit. Thomas was barely afforded a moment to admire Y/n in her scantily clad form before she clamored into his lap, his hands easily taking her waist to guide her positioning. “Am I your favorite?” Y/n inquired headily as she slowed down, undoing his tie before getting started on opening his light blue dress shirt. 

“My favorite?” he hummed, pressing searing pecks to the column of her neck. 

“Favorite student,” she kissed the side of his head as he continued down her neck, “Favorite thing to look at,” her voice dropped melodically and when Thomas tugged on the ribbon of her bra, allowing it to fall between them so he could grab her breasts, Y/n drew in a sharp breath, “Favorite person to touch.” 

“Yes,” he hissed, nipping at the smooth skin near her collarbone. His hands roved her back, their warmth and calluses sending shivers up her spine. “I fuckin’ love looking at you, thinking of you-”

“Thinking of me how?” She elicited, arching towards his chest when Thomas dropped his head lower, kissing and nipping at the swell of her breasts.

“Like this,” he mumbled, suddenly reaching between her thighs so his fingers could invade her soaked folds and graze her swollen nub. The hint of contact made her shiver excitedly and just the tip of his fingertips on her throbbing bundle of nerves was enough to double her arousal.

When two of his fingers slid into her tight entrance, Y/n’s jaw hung slack and her mind slowly became less of her own, much to Thomas’ amusement. “Look at you, eh,” he mumbled, face still pressed into the valley of her pert breasts, “I bet I could make you come around my fingers, like a fuckin’ whore.” 

A pitched yelp and nails curling into his broad shoulders acted as Y/n’s only response. “What do you think, hm?” He pumped rhythmically, “You come ‘ere for me to teach you, so why don’t I teach you somethin’, eh?” Vaguely, she was aware of Thomas pulling his head back a little so he could admire her wanton expression; unfocused eyes, mouth agape and lips quivering. 

“Uh…teach me…..what?” She fumbled out, unable to coherently articulate her thoughts.

Thomas didn’t respond immediately, instead kissing the hollow of her throat before offering with a smirk, “About why young, stupid girls should respect their teachers.” As the words fell off his lips, Thomas slowed his pace, prompting Y/n to whine frustratedly. 

“Please….” Y/n begged, trying to stir some friction, only to be stopped by Thomas grabbing one of her hips to hold her in place. 

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”  His fingers moved to make a ‘v’ around her cilt, and as he rubbed up and down, he pressed his thumb into her mound extracting a pattern of audible, ragged breaths. “You’re a quick study though,” he praised, pressing his mouth to the warm skin behind her ear and sucking a dark bruise into the skin there.

Her hands slid from his shoulders, palms spreading on his back. “Pro…..professor….” She crooned huskily, heavy breaths mellowing to a sharp whine when his fingers gravitated to her core once more, curling erotically inside her. In her shoes, Y/n’s toes clenched in and she melted against him, feeling herself inch closer to climax. All it took after that was Thomas quickening the pace of his ministrations for euphoria to come crashing down on her, pushing a ragged cry off her lips and hastening her heartbeat erratically while her walls pulsated around his thick fingers. “Oh, professor!” Y/n’s depraved moans ricocheted off the walls, undoubtedly loud enough for anyone walking by to hear.  

As her explosive high settled to a pleasurably electric buzz, Y/n’s quick breaths waned into longer, slower ones and her vision refocused. An airy smile tugged at her lips as she relaxed into his lap, just in time to catch Thomas  bringing his fingers to his own lips, cleaning them of her juices before hungrily pressing his mouth to hers, the salty taste of herself lingering on his tongue as it slipped past the barrier of her teeth.

“Would you like to see what I’ve learnt, professor?” Her sultry words melted onto his lips as their mouths worked in tandem. Not awaiting his response, Y/n teased him, her slik, drenched slit grazing the very tip of his hardened member. 

A sharp exhale broke off his lips, pouring into her mouth and involuntarily, he bucked his hips. In anticipation, Y/n raised herself a bit higher, so he wouldn’t achieve the contact he’d sought. Frustrated, Thomas groaned throatily and Y/n smiled faintly, “Quick study, remember?” Even if she was desperate to feel him, she wanted to taunt Thomas the way he’d taunted her, make him wait the way she had. 

Thomas huffed, flashing a brief, breathless grin, “I remember,” he pulled away slightly to drag his thumb along her lower lip, “Show me what you’ve learned then, sweetheart.” Sweetheart, the way he said it sent shivers up her spin in the best of ways. 

Flicking her tongue against his thumb, Y/n laughed softly, “With pleasure….professor,” rasping the word, Y/n angled her hips and sank down on his erection, a hollow moan vacating her throat as she lolled her head back.

“Fuck sweetheart,” Thomas drawled, grip on her hips going so tight it might have left more bruises. He filled her up perfectly; girth stretching her to the point of the most delicious burn, length reaching so deeply that Y/n could barely think straight and bulging veins excitingly rough against her still sensitive walls

Clinging to him to steady herself, she stirred her hips, igniting a leisurely pace; fast enough to rouse salacious friction but slow enough to make them both desperate for more. “Professor,” she heaved as her own name left Thomas’ lips in a lewd praise. 

“Faster,” he urged harshly, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck, jerking his pelvis to match her pace. When Y/n circled her hips sensuously Thomas tugged her silken skin between his teeth to suppress a low moan. “Fuckin’....” He gritted into her skin, one hand rounding her waist so he could flatten his hand on her lower back when the rhythmic roll of her hips finally grew faster. 

Eagerly seeking release, Thomas thrust faster, the force eliciting sinful yelps from Y/n. His hand stationed at her side journeyed upwards to grope one of her swollen breasts, his thumb pressing into her pebbled nipple. “I need to feel you,” he managed through clenched teeth. 

Y/n’s response was incoherent, but her pace stuttered as she felt her legs start stiffening again. In an instant, she was quaking around Thomas, bright colors dancing on her lids as intoxicating ecstasy washed over her for a second time. “Open your fuckin’ eyes,” Thomas barked, length twitching between her thighs as his release joined hers, “I want….to see you,” he strained. 

Her lashes fluttered open at his harshly delivered order and simultaneously, Y/n’s jaw fell slack. The combination of their climaxes seemed to multiply the gratification, making it feel almost otherworldly. His veins throbbing against her heat and his product drenching her core while her walls contracted, cocooning him tightly as stickly warm made their thighs slick. They tried to ride out their mutual highs, his rigid pace clashing headily with her slowing one. “God….fuck!” She cried, clutching his nape and consequently pressing his face into her breasts. 

As they slowed to a halt, Y/n and Thomas breathed heavily, and she finally registered that his office had started going dark- the sun had almost completely set and they hadn’t turned on any lights while working earlier. It must have been well past seven by then. With a pronounced wince, Y/n detached herself from Thomas, though still lingering in his lap, simply shifting so she could relax against his chest. He was slouched into the chair and her legs were draped horizontally across his bare thighs, while her shoulder was wedged comfortably between his arm and ribs. Just as they settled into the new, surprisingly amorous position, Thomas casually pressed his palm to the side of Y/n’s head, wordlessly urging her to rest it in the crook of his neck. 

“I think this may have been our most productive session yet, Professor Shelby,” Y/n noted with girlish mirth.

Thomas hummed and she could have sworn that she heard the glimmer of a smile that spread on his cheeks, “It might have been,” he agreed softly, then bending awkwardly to press his lips to her hair, “Tomorrow after class, we should have another.”

Despite her earlier confidence, the firmness in his tone sparked an undeniable warmth in her face that spread to her ears and chest, “I would like that,” she offered softly, absently tracing the rising sun tattoo on the left side of his chest, “I look forward to……learning from you, professor,” Y/n’s tone dropped seductively at the word, finding that she quite enjoyed the sound of it. 

“Mhm,” Thomas hummed lowly, “I look forward to teaching you, sweetheart.”

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.0

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which the guilt of what he did weighs down on anakin, and you begin to realize that you may have rushed into things in regards to your program.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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Anakin’s head was spinning and screaming at him to run as far as he could, but his legs felt numb and his body was burning up. “Get away,” he begged again, leaning against the wall for support as he tried to blink away the tears from his eyes. 

Liz tried to place her hand on his arm again. “Anakin-”

“Get the fuck away from me,” he yelled and stumbled his way back through the crowd. Sweat had formed on every part of his body as he tried to find his way to the exit. Everything around him looked blurry and every graze of another body against his own had his heart skipping a beat. 

What the fuck did he just do?

He was hyperventilating as a hand wrapped around his wrist, and he looked back to find Liz staring up at him. “Anakin, you need to sit down,”

“Don’t touch me,” he pushed her hand away. “You ruined everything. You-” He couldn’t finish the sentence as he felt the bile rush up his throat again. He barely made it to the nearest trash bin before he was emptying his stomach of all the drinks he had consumed. 

He had no idea if it was because of how quickly he had sobered up or from the drug itself, but Anakin felt like the definition of death as he moved past the crowd and finally located the door.

Liz was no longer following him as he stumbled his way down the unfamiliar street, his hand feeling around in his pocket for his phone as he did so. The fresh air was helping him breathe a bit better and he no longer felt like he was having a panic attack as he clicked on your contact. 

It was two in the morning, so when he was met with your voicemail, he wasn’t all that surprised. Still, to hear your actual sweet voice ask him to leave you a message, he broke down crying right there in the middle of the street. 

How could he mistake Liz’s voice for yours? Why couldn’t he feel the difference in the way she was touching him? Kissing him?

How could he do this to you? After everything you’ve done for him, he just did one of the most unforgivable things a guy can do in a relationship. 

He hung up before he could leave you a drunk message and was somehow able to make it back to the bus. When he stumbled onto it and headed right for the bathroom, he was disgusted with the sight of himself. 

His jacket was half off his shoulders, his white tee was stained in some places with red lipstick, and when he lifted it up he was met with more lipstick marks all over his abs and torso. 

Anakin threw his jacket onto the floor and stepped inside the shower, still fully clothed, and let the cold water cool down his overheating body. His shirt and jeans stuck to his skin, and the white material turned see-through from the water, making the lipstick marks on his abs visible through the fabric.  

He tore off the shirt and threw it into the corner of the small shower, planning on throwing it out completely afterwards. He braced his forearms against the tiled wall and tried to control his breathing before he had a panic attack. 

What had he done?

How did he let things get that bad?

Why did he let it go that far? 

Anakin felt sick again as he rubbed at the red marks scattered all over his chest. He scrubbed his skin until it was raw and sore, but even then he still felt disgusted with himself. 

Not only was he a total fucking prick to you over the phone, he fucking cheated on you a mere few hours later. 

That pill he had must have been the highest dosage since it went right through him. He was sure the drink and a half he had right after didn’t help either, and now he was turning off the shower and stumbling his way back through the bus and practically throwing himself out the door. 

He threw up the rest of what was in his stomach into a trashcan near the bus stop, and when he had nothing left in him, he slumped against the side of the bus and let the cold air create goosebumps on his wet skin. 

Water dripped from his hair and rolled down his body as he let out uneven breaths. Anakin slid down the bus and landed on the harsh gravel with a thud, and it probably would’ve hurt if he wasn’t running on fear and adrenaline right now. 

He knew he must’ve accidentally made a fair bit of noise with his loud entrance and exit from the bus, so he wasn’t entirely surprised to hear the sound of the door opening somewhere off to his left a few seconds later. 

He was still crying silently as he heard Vinny call out to him. “Anakin,” he said, surprise evident in his voice as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you doing out here, man? What’s going on?” 

Anakin didn’t say anything as he stared forward. It was still dark and he couldn’t make out any of his surroundings, and he wished he never took that fucking pill, because now he felt worse than he ever did before. 

“Anakin,” Vinny called again and walked over to the shaking brunet. When he saw the tears that were rolling down his face and the terrified look in his eyes, he dropped to his knees next to him. “What’s going on, huh? What’s wrong?” 

“She…she’ll never-” Anakin couldn’t finish the sentence as he shivered against the bus. Vinny’s eyes narrowed in concern as he pushed the damp hair away from Anakin’s forehead. 

“What are you talking about, Anakin?” He asked and got no response. Vinny tightly gripped his friend’s jaw and turned his face so he could look him in the eyes as he said, “Hey. What happened?” 

Anakin’s mouth was quivering and his whole body was shaking as he stared up at Vinny. “She’ll never forgive me,” he finally was able to get out. “She’s going to hate me- she already hates me.”

Vinny furrowed his brow, “Who? Y/n?” The name had Anakin squeezing his eyes shut tightly. “Listen, man, whatever you did, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. And she definitely doesn’t hate you.”

Anakin gripped Vinny’s arm tightly. “I fucked up, Vin,” he repeated the very words you said to him when you needed him to reassure you all those hours ago. Like he was fucking supposed to. 

Vinny’s tired gaze softened. “What do you mean?” He asked, but Anakin just shook his head and let out a strangled sob as he crashed completely from the high. “Okay, okay, Anakin. It’s okay.”

He was sure Vinny could tell that he had taken something, and he knew his bandmate was undoubtedly disappointed, but he still provided him with comfort instead of judgment or anger. It only proved that Anakin was the biggest piece of shit in the world and never deserved you since he couldn’t even give you the comfort you needed without lashing out at you. 

“You’re alright,” Vinny mumbled, sitting next to him against the bus and wrapping his arm around Anakin’s cold shoulder, his t-shirt getting damp in the process. He had no idea how long they sat there for, but the love and respect Anakin had for the drummer grew with each passing second. 

Anakin always tried to surround himself with good people, like Vinny, Theo, and you. Why couldn’t he just push Liz away the second she started showing an interest in him? His relationship with you wouldn’t be falling apart had he opened his eyes and turned down her advances instead of allowing them just because he missed you. 

The thought of losing you after this had him pressing his hand against his heart, and he didn’t remember much after that. 

Vinny must’ve hauled him back inside the bus at some point since Anakin woke up in his bunk at nine thirty in the morning. If there was one thing those fucking drugs did, it was allow him to have more than one hour of sleep. He got at least five hours, and that was probably the most he’s gotten in a single night since he started the tour. Since he spent that last night at the hotel with you.

His head was pounding as he pushed himself out of bed and stumbled into the small hallway of the bus. He was still in the jeans he wore to the club last night, and Anakin quickly stripped himself of them and redressed himself in sweats and a black tee before heading towards the bathroom and grabbing the shirt he left in the shower. 

The bus hadn’t started moving yet, so Anakin opened the door and threw both his jeans and shirt into the trashcan by the bus stop. He let the door slam shut after that as he sat down at the small table and called you. It rang about five times before he got your voicemail, and he knew you were probably in class right now. He wanted to cry again when you asked him to leave you a message, but he had no right to cry any more than he did last night. 

“I’m so sorry, princess. I can’t even tell you how fucking awful I feel about the way I treated you,” he also didn’t really have the right to be leaving you a message right now, but he needed you to know that he wasn’t going to be acting like a prick to you, or to anyone, anymore. Not that it mattered. He had already fucked things up beyond repair. “Please, call me back. I love you so much. I always have and I always will. Please.”

He ended the call and threw his phone onto the table just as Vinny came wandering out from his room. “Hey,” he gave Anakin a cautious look as he opened the mini fridge and took out a water bottle. 

Anakin didn’t greet him back, he just leaned further against the chair and looked up at him. “When are we seeing Helena next?” He asked as Vinny raised a brow and placed the water bottle down on the table in front of him. 

“Uh, not until later today at the venue,” Vinny answered as he grabbed the small bottle of aspirin from the cupboard above the fridge. “What did you take last night, man? You were completely out of it when I found you outside.”

Anakin shook his head as Vinny set two pills next to the water bottle. “When are we getting to the venue?”

Vinny furrowed his brows as he sat down across from him. “Maybe by one,” he said, taking the cap off the water and sliding it closer. “What happened, Anakin?”

“I need to talk to Hel-”

“Anakin,” Vinny cut him off and his tone left no room for arguing. With a huff, Anakin took the pills and drank half the bottle of water before pushing it aside. “I’m serious, what did you take?”

Anakin avoided eye contact as he ran his finger along your handwriting on his wrist. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “It was my first time taking drugs.”

Vinny’s expression dropped as he rubbed his hands over his face. “Drugs, Anakin? You took drugs?” 

Anakin slumped further back in the chair as he shrugged. “I should’ve never gone to that club with her,” 

“With who?” Vinny narrowed his eyes. “Liz?”

Anakin cringed at the mention of her name. “I can’t believe I took drugs from her,”

Vinny rubbed at his eyes harshly as he tried to process the information. “You took drugs from Liz at a club?” He asked for confirmation, and when Anakin nodded, Vinny scoffed. “Dude, what the fuck? Are you crazy? Do you know how badly that could’ve ended?” 

“It already ended badly,” he muttered and stood up. “I really need to talk to Helena.”

Vinny grabbed Anakin’s wrist before he could get very far. “Wait,” he said and successfully got him to sit back down. “Are you okay? You were a mess when I was finally able to get your ass back inside the bus at nearly four in the morning.”

Guilt filled Anakin’s body as he shook his head. “I’m sorry, Vin,”

“Don’t be sorry, man, just tell me what happened,” Vinny begged. “You said she’d never forgive you…were you talking about Y/n?”

Anakin’s eyes burned again. “I miss her,” he confessed and watched as Vinny’s gaze softened. “I miss her so much. I fucked up last night, Vinny. I….Liz…” He felt like he couldn’t say it, and he wasn’t sure if he was lucky or not that he didn’t need to when he saw realization take over his friend’s face.

“You didn’t,” he could hear the disbelief in Vinny’s voice as he broke eye contact again. “Anakin, you didn’t. You cheated on her? Did you hook up with Liz?”

“No,” Anakin’s face scrunched up in disgust as he thought back to how Liz had kissed all up his body before reaching his mouth. “She…I don’t know, she fucking kissed me.”

“And you let her?”

“I was high!” He weakly defended his drunk mind’s actions. “I took that fucking pill from her and then she gave me all these drinks and I was out of it after that. I didn’t even realize what was happening before she kissed me and then I became sober right after.”

Vinny opened his mouth, but promptly closed it so he didn’t yell. He had to take a few deep breaths before trying again, and Anakin didn’t blame him. “So Liz forced herself on you?” 

Anakin nodded and grabbed his phone again. “Yeah, and I should’ve never let her get that close in the first place,”

“No kidding,” Vinny muttered and ran his hand through his hair. “You need to talk to Helena.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Anakin mumbled as he looked at his wallpaper. His heart broke at the sight of your smiling face. How could he ever do this to you? You were his sweet girl, the one who’s been by his side through it all. He fucking hated himself. 

“Get to the venue early. Way before soundcheck,” Vinny said. “Tell Helena everything, and I mean everything, Anakin. How Liz has been trying to get with you since the first fucking day, how she invited you out to all these clubs, the drugs, last night, all of it. Alright?” 

Anakin just nodded, giving Vinny a guilty look when he reached over and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

He was sure he scared his poor manager half to death when he walked up to her as she was talking to one of the stage crew members. “You need to fire Liz,” he stated loudly, making her jump and turn to face him.

Helena let out a quiet laugh and placed her hand over her heart. “Anakin,” she greeted him before she processed his words. “What?”

“You need to fire Liz,” he said again, much slower this time. 

She furrowed her brows and looked around before taking his wrist in her hand and pulling him to a more private area of the stage. “What are you talking about? What’s going on?” She asked as she crossed her arms. 

“Liz, she…” he trailed off as he was hit with flashbacks of last night. “She does drugs.” Was all he was able to get out.

Helena raised a brow and let out a surprised laugh. “Yeah? From the redness in your own eyes, I think you do drugs, too,” she was obviously joking, but he was about to make the situation a lot more real with a single sentence. 

“It was just one time,” he weakly said and watched as her face fell. 

“Anakin,” she gasped and placed her hand on his forearm. “You’ve been doing drugs?”

“It was just one time!” He said again. “And it was a mistake. Please, Helena, you have to believe me on this, she’s not a good person.”

Helena’s eyes flickered all over his face, and he was sure she could see the desperation in his own. “Okay,” she said slowly. “Okay, what happened?”

“She….she gave me a pill last night and then practically forced alcohol down my throat then she..she pushed my shirt up and got onto her knees,” he tried to think back to every detail of the previous night, but he really didn’t want to. It physically pained him to try to remember the feeling of another woman’s lips all over him when it only should’ve ever been you. 

Helena’s eyes widen as she takes in his words. “She…what?”

“She started kissing me then told me to pretend that she was Y/n, and I thought she was. I swear, Helena, I thought she was Y/n, otherwise I would’ve never let her kiss me,” he said desperately and watched as his manager’s face twisted up in disgust. 

“She kissed you? Where? On your chest?” 

“And on my mouth,”

“What the fuck,” she said loudly and pulled away from him. “Why did you do drugs with her in the first place, Anakin? I literally just called you out on that shit a few days ago.”

“I know,” he rasped. “I know, and I’m sorry. Please, Helena, I feel terrible. My chest hurts so fucking bad, I can’t even look at myself. I hate myself. And Y/n’s going to hate me when she finds out I cheated.”

Helena sighed as she shook her head. “You didn’t cheat, Anakin,”

“Yes, I did. I-”

“No,” she cut him off in a stern voice. “You didn’t, alright? Liz is just a….a sneaky bitch who took advantage of you.”

Anakin’s shoulders dropped as he looked down at her. “Do you actually believe that? Do you believe me? After all the shit I’ve done? All the stunts I’ve pulled?” He asked in disbelief. “You believe me?”

Helena gave him an offended look. “Of course I believe you,” she scoffed, brushing her hair out of her face as she tried to compose herself. “We’re a team, Anakin. You, me, Vinny and Theo. I have your guys’ backs, alright? That’s what I’m being paid for.”

She tried to lighten the mood and Anakin actually cracked a small, barely-there smile.

Helena returned it with worried eyes as she placed both her hands on his biceps. “Are you okay?” 

He shook his head as he mumbled, “Y/n will never talk to me again,”

With a sigh, Helena pulls him into a hug. “She will. She has to, okay? You guys have been through too much together,” she tried to assure him, but it wasn’t really helping much. “You just need to tell her the truth.”

Anakin pulled away as he said, “You’re going to fire her, right?”

He was sure she was, but as a conflicted look spread across her face, he knew that was not the case. “She signed a contract, Anakin, and I signed it, too,” she informed him, making him take a few steps back in frustration. “She’s signed onto the tour for another two months, but after that she’s gone.”

“That’s not good enough,” he muttered. “Helena, please.”

She just broke eye contact and stared at the floor. 

Anakin stood up straight and squared his shoulders. “Then I’ll quit the tour,”

Helena looked up at him quickly. “You can’t,” she said. “You signed a contract, too.”

“Then I’ll break it,” he said and cut her off before she could say anything, “I don’t care how much I’ll have to pay, I’m not spending another second around her.”

“You won’t just be paying her, Anakin, you’ll be going to court,” she tried to make him see it from her perspective. “It’ll be broadcasted on every platform. Don’t let her do that. Don’t let her ruin your career.”

“She already ruined my relationship,” he said pathetically. “My career might as well be next.”

“Y/n will understand,” 

“No, she won’t,” he nearly started crying again. “I’ve been a complete fucking prick to her, for weeks. She’ll never understand, and I don’t blame her.” 

Helena wasn’t sure what to say to that since she, too, had been on the receiving end of Anakin’s fits that only started when he began hanging out with Liz. “I’m sorry,” she offered, but he just shook his head. “I swear, I’m going to talk to everyone I can to see if we can get rid of her way sooner. I’m so sorry, Anakin, if I had known she would do something like this, she would’ve never been an option-”

“It’s not your fault, Helena,” he cut her off. “This is all on me.”

She gave him another conflicted look. “I’m going to do everything I can, okay?” Anakin nodded and she smiled up at him, though it was clearly forced. “You just stay away from her. She’s obligated to take your picture while you’re on stage, but that’s it, okay? You just look pretty and I’ll take care of the rest.”

A few hours passed and Anakin still hadn’t been able to reach you. He knew you were still probably pissed at him, and you had every right to be. Still, he missed you more than ever right now, and he just needed to hear your voice. 

It was almost time to go onto stage, so he was trying to hype himself up backstage, but it was no use. 

Vinny had avoided eye contact with him for a bit before he pushed aside his distaste for what he had done and fell into the role of the supportive best friend he was the night before, something Anakin both understood and appreciated. “Just try to give them a good show, okay?” He suggested as he grabbed his drumsticks. “They deserve it.”

Anakin nodded then instantly made eye contact with the very person he would happily live without seeing ever again for the rest of his life. Liz walked backstage with her camera around her neck and subtle smirk painted on her lips, and Anakin felt sick again.

Vinny could see the sudden change and turned around as well before he realized who Anakin had seen. “Ignore her, okay? Don’t even look at her, just-”

“Hey, boys,” Liz interrupted as she moved to stand beside them. “Ready for another amazing show?”

Anakin’s head spun again as he pictured the way she pushed him up against the wall and pulled his shirt up, and he had to quickly look away as Vinny moved to stand in front of him.

“Yeah, we’re ready to be on that stage and far away from you,” he answered and watched as Liz pouted and tried to look around him and at Anakin. “Don’t talk to him, okay? Stay the fuck away from him, and away from all of us.”

She laughed, “What, you speak for him now?” She asked and looked past him again. “That was a fun night last night, huh, Anakin?”

“Liz-” Vinny tried again but Anakin just moved around him and towered over the brunette. 

“From now on, I won’t be talking to you,” he stated, feeling a lot less confident than he sounded. “You can take my picture and you can post it to your stupid fucking Instagram account, but that’s all you’ll be doing for us. Last night was a mistake, as was every single other night I wasted with you. Stay away from me.”

Liz’s smirk faded as a scowl took over her face. “Are you forgetting that I helped you have fun again, Anakin? You were miserable for weeks, and I was there for you-”

“Fuck off,” he said in a calm but somewhat eerie voice, effectively cutting her up. 

She scoffed, “Anakin-”

“Fuck off,” Vinny repeated before pulling Anakin away from her and onto the stage, where they were immediately greeted with a multitude of cheers, making Anakin briefly forget that he had made what he knew was the biggest mistake of his life when he took that fucking pill. 

-

“Great work, Mr Baker,” Kenneth said as he flipped through the sheets Evan had given him at the start of class. “While you kind of lost me at the end, it was a really entertaining piece overall. I think you described your event very well.” 

Evan smiled over at him before looking at you since you were the next one to receive feedback. You cowered in on yourself as you knew you rushed your piece and knew it was probably the worst thing you had ever handed in for marks in your entire life. 

“Miss Y/l/n,” Kenneth trailed off and you squeezed your eyes shut tightly. “I gotta say, this isn’t what I expected from you at this point of the program.”

Evan shifted beside you and you could feel his intense gaze as you leaned back in your chair. You cover your mouth with your hand as your face heated up at all the eyes that had begun looking at you.

“It felt rushed, you didn’t capture my attention right from the beginning like you did with your previous assignments,” he continued and you felt mortified as you opened your eyes again and saw all the surprised looks of your classmates, including Evan. “I expected more from you, Miss Y/l/n.” He finished and you wanted to cry as he moved onto another student. 

Evan nudged your arm as Kenneth began giving the girl in front of you her feedback. “What was that?” He asked but you just shook your head and crossed your arms. “Are you okay?”

Now you care? You wanted to ask but didn’t. 

Instead you just shrug and give him an obviously fake smile. “Never better,”

You were up and out of that classroom before anyone else as soon as Kenneth dismissed you, and you were halfway down the hall before Evan caught up with you. “Hey,” he called in a soft voice, grabbing your arm and making you turn to face him. “What was that in there? What happened to your piece?”

You shrugged again as you hug your notebook to your chest, “I rushed it,”

“Why?” He asked and didn’t bother hiding the surprise in his voice. “You’re usually the best writer in the class-”

“Yeah, that’s why I asked Kenneth why he was favoring me,” you cut him off and watched as shock took over his face.

“You what?”

You pull away from him in embarrassment. “I called him out for having a soft spot for me, like you told me he did,” you say. “Well, turns out he has a wife who is a musician and wanted me to feel as important as my boyfriend is to millions of people and wanted to make sure I know that I’m an equal in my relationship. He wasn’t favoring me at all, he had just lived through what I am currently.” 

Evan’s expression dropped as he ran a hand down his face. “Y/n-”

“It’s alright,” you cut him off. “I should’ve never opened my mouth in the first place.”

“I’m so sorry, I just thought…” he didn’t finish that sentence as he gave you a guilty look. “I’m so sorry.”

You just shake your head. “It’s not your fault,”

“No, it is. I made you think that he was going easy on you, but I misread that whole thing,” he stepped towards you. “I just…I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything as you stare down at the floor. 

After your call with Anakin, you cried for a long time before writing the worst piece of your life and printing it out before you could scrap it. You handed it in, knowing how bad it was since you couldn’t focus at all after you accused your instructor of treating you differently than the rest of the class.

You were still so embarrassed and were so close to getting on the next flight back to California and forgetting all about this program. You missed your apartment and Anakin more than words could describe, though you tried to in that awful excuse of a piece you submitted today. 

“Let me make it up to you,” Evan practically begged and you gave him a small smile while shaking your head. 

“There’s nothing to make up,” you wave him off. “You didn’t force me to talk to Kenneth, I did that on my own.”

“After I ignored you for the whole weekend and gave you false information,” he pointed out. “Let’s do something. Maybe get your mind off it?”

That sounded really good right now, but you wanted to be alone. You never wanted to show your face around this campus again, and you wanted to cry as you met Evan’s desperate eyes. 

You were about to ignore your own wants and agree, but your phone going off had you stepping away from him. “It’s Anakin,” you tell Evan, watching as he nodded. “I’ve been ignoring his calls since Monday. I should probably talk to him.”

It was true. Anakin had been calling you since early yesterday morning, with the first call coming in at two AM, that one you accidentally missed since you were sleeping off your embarrassment, but the other ones you have purposely ignored since you were still upset with him.

It was Wednesday afternoon now, and while you weren’t ready to talk to him yet, you knew you were just making things worse by not answering him.

“Sure,” Evan said and gave you a sad smile. “I’m really sorry again, Y/n. I really am.”

You wave him off again and turn around, bringing your phone up to your ear as you leave the building and step out onto the campus grounds. “Hi,” you mumble as you head in the direction of your dorm.

“Y/n,” he sounded breathless and you felt your brows furrow in concern. “Hi. I’m so happy you answered.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you trail off. “I was purposely ignoring you.”

He laughed and the sound had a smile forming on your lips despite your efforts of fighting it off. “I don’t blame you,” he said. “I’m such a bad boyfriend. I can’t believe how awful I’ve been to you, I’m so sorry about everything.”

His words were a bit surprising since you had gotten a bit used to his short temper and harshness over the last couple of weeks. While you knew Anakin was nowhere near being a bad guy, he had changed a lot since you’ve been away from him, and his responses and attitude have definitely shifted, and you had unfortunately been on the receiving end of most of his outbursts. 

Still, you were so in love with him, you just put up with it, something that had caused you to burn out rapidly and ultimately resulted in you going off on him during the last phone call. “Oh,” you say in surprise as you take your key out of your jacket’s pocket. “Um, it’s fine, Ani.”

It wasn’t, but you didn’t feel like arguing with him about it anymore. You were so worn out, you just wanted to quit everything and go back home. Your real home, not your dorm. 

Anakin seemed to know that it wasn’t fine, too, since he said, “No, it’s not. It’s not fine at all, baby, and I know it’s not. You know it’s not, so please don’t say that it is,”

You furrow your brows as you toss your keys onto your desk and drop your bag onto the floor once you enter your room. 

Something must have happened for him to have done a whole one eighty. You assumed Vinny or maybe even Helena snapped at him since he was acting completely different now than he had been for weeks before this. He was acting like he did way before, back when the tour just started, and your heart began beating a bit quicker at the thought of him going back to how he used to be before he let his stress take over. 

“It’s not fine,” you hesitantly agree, still afraid to set him off like you somehow did last time. “But I understand, Anakin, you’re stressed-”

“That’s not an excuse,” he cut you off and you promptly shut up since he was clearly in a mood to set things straight and attempt to make it right with you. “There are no excuses, and I love you for doing it, but I need you to stop trying to find them for me. I was so out of line, and I had no right to treat you like you were just there to help me write songs and inspire me as if that was all you are to me. You’re everything, Y/n, and I’m so sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t.”

You sit down on your bed and chew on your lip as you take in his words. Something pretty serious had to have happened for him to feel the need to remind you of all the things you already were sure of, and you were a bit nervous about what he could’ve possibly done to come to this conclusion. 

Maybe he pissed Vinny off one too many times. Or maybe he hadn’t been as sensitive with Theo as he should’ve been. Helena growing sick of his attitude was a possibility, too. 

“You’re everything to me, too, Ani,” you say and bring your knees up to your chest. “You know that. A few fights over the phone doesn’t change that.”

“I know,” he replied. “I know it doesn’t, baby, I just need you to know that I’m sorry. And that I love you more than anything else in the world.”

“I love you, too, Anakin,” you say back and lean against your pillow. “What brought this on? Did Vin get to you?”

There was a long pause and you were beginning to regret asking since whatever happened seemed to be still pretty fresh in his mind, but then he finally rasped, “I just miss you so much, princess,” 

You could tell he was holding back, but you refused to push him on it as he was in a very fragile state right now from what you could tell. You look around your empty dorm room before your gaze settles onto the calendar you hung on the wall above your desk. “Where are you playing this weekend? What location?” 

There was a brief pause and you assumed he was checking or asking one of the guys as you waited for his answer. “We’ll be in France by Friday. We have a few shows in Paris,”

He was so quiet with his responses, you felt your heart pull a bit at whatever it was that happened after your call. “Maybe I can meet you there?” You offer and really hoped he said yes since you wanted to get the fuck out of London after the last few days you’ve had. “I miss you, too, Ani, so much. I need to get away from this dorm and that fucking class before I embarrass myself even further.”

“What are you talking about? You said things were going great,”

“Yeah, they were before I acted like an idiot in front of my instructor then handed in the most pathetic excuse of an assignment in history,” you tried to lighten the mood, but you weren’t sure how effective your attempt was since it had him letting out a sigh.

“I’m really sorry, baby,” he apologized again. “I should’ve listened to you when you called me crying a few days ago. It broke my heart to hear you so upset and know there was nothing I could do to help.”

You shake your head, knowing he can’t see you. “I just needed you, Ani,” you say quietly. “Like I always will.”

“I’ll always need you, too, princess. Always,” he said back, making you smile as you looked away from the calendar that had all your class times on it. “I’ll buy the plane ticket, or train ticket, or whatever it is you’ll use to meet me in Paris. I can’t wait to see you, pretty girl. I miss you so fucking much.”

You wear a dumb grin as you lay back on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. “I can’t wait to see you, Ani,”

He went quiet again for a few seconds before asking, “Did you decide on whether or not you’re dropping out?”

“Oh, you caught that, huh?” You teased, surprised he was actually paying attention to what you were saying when you yelled at him the other night. You think it over for a bit before asking a question of your own, “Would you be disappointed if I did drop out?”

“Of course not,” came his immediate reply and you felt your shoulders drop in relief. “You were so excited about this program, but if it’s not what you expected or if you’re not happy with it then do what does make you happy. There are other courses you can try, too, and if you decide you want to do something completely different then I’ll be your biggest supporter for that, too.”

You blushed a bit and secretly loved that he was still able to make you do that even though he wasn’t even with you. Knowing he had your back no matter what you end up deciding to do made you feel better than you had in weeks, and you realized just how much you missed talking to him like this. “This was a good call, Ani,” you observe instead of continuing the conversation of your possible decision to drop out.

“It was,” he agreed then quickly added, “And I promise there won’t be any more bad ones if I can help it. I love you so much, Y/n, forever.”

Your whole body released butterflies as you returned his promise, “I love you, too, Anakin. Forever,”

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[braidlottie]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER.

part 3

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tags!!!! mostly fluffy, family breakfast time! (reader gets smiley face pancakes from lottie bc i SAID SO), lottie asks u a somewhat life changing question…

i’m sorry this took a while and is so short! chapter 4 will be better i promise 🤕

yawning, you stretched and rubbed your eyes. lottie had left your side obviously, the left side of your bed still smelling like her. your clock read 9:34, you never expected yourself to be up this early.

the events of what happened last night made you groan in embarrassment.

the feeling of her lips against her skin. her hands, her fingers slipping inside, making you gasp, closing your eyes in pleasure-

a knock at your door brung you out of your thoughts, hearing your mother’s voice outside. “are you up?”

“..yeah?”

“come down, i made breakfast.” the sound of her footsteps fade away as you got out of bed, not even bothering to brush your teeth. the stairs creaked as you walked down, hearing the local news playing quietly on the tv and your mother’s and lottie’s voice in the kitchen.

“there you are, finally! lottie made pancakes!” taissa smiled, opening the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice. she brought the two of you glasses and sat down, offering you a seat next to you. you sat down in the dining chair, lottie putting two plates in front of you. one had scrambled eggs, and two strips of bacon, and the other, two stacked pancakes with cut strawberries around the edges, and chocolate chips forming a smiley face.

“i made them extra special for you.” she pet your head, a big smile across her face. when she turned her back to go sit with you and your mother, you furrowed your eyebrows. the same woman that seduced you last night just made you.. smiley face pancakes.

you shrugged it off and poured your syrup, and digging in. “wow, lottie,” you chewed, talking with your mouth full of the fluffy hotcake. “you made these?”

“my own recipe.” she nodded, pre-cutting her breakfast. she watched as you indulged, smiling sweetly at the puddle of syrup on your plate. “y’know tai, i was thinking of taking y/n back with me for a while. i really want him to see the sights.”

you looked up from your plate.

being in new york?

with lottie?

it almost made you choke.

“well, for how long?”

“just next weekend. i was thinking we leave on friday, come back on sunday.”

“that’s fine for me, i don’t know about y/n, though.” she pointed her fork at you, making lottie to you. her eyes widened a bit, waiting for your answer. “uhh, sure, lottie. sounds really fun.” you smiled with no teeth, mouth still full of pancake.

“then it’s settled! oh, you’re going to love it over there, y/n!” she clapped. “i’m driving back home in a little, but i will pick you up on friday.” she reached over to grab your hand. her joy was contagious over this trip, you and your mother smiling as well. you would’ve never thought your first new york trip, even your first trip out of state, would be with your mom’s best friend.

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next friday came quicker than you thought. you had finally finished packing your bags around 12 pm, putting your toothbrush and toothpaste in a ziploc bag. “lottie’s outside.” taissa knocked on your open door, handing you a tupperware container.

“what’s this?”

“just some snacks for the two of you. y’know for the ride there. some apple slices and baby carrots.” you gave her an uneasy smile, thinking in your head about all the junk food you and lottie were gonna get at some random convenience store on the way there.. “thanks… mom.”

“you’re gonna have so much fun, sweetheart! be careful, okay?” she hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead. “you have everything?”

you nodded and smiled, grabbing your suitcase. “i’m fine, mom,” you chuckled, walking downstairs, filling your water jug with ice and grabbing an extra bottle of water from the fridge. you said your final goodbyes, opening the front door to see lottie in the driver's seat, reaching in the back. you guessed she was trying to make room for your suitcase. “you ready?” her voice was higher, smiling as soon as she saw you.

“you can put your suitcase back here, babe.”

BABE? this woman was about to kill you and you haven’t even step foot in her car yet.

“okay!” your voice cracked, opening the back door of the SUV, laying your luggage on its side. you got in the passenger next to her, buckling your seatbelt and waving to your mother, who was standing just outside your front door. lottie exhaled as she put the car in drive.

“well.. albany, here we come.”

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[whenyoulovesomebody]

Wrapped around your finger live from Budapest

#this is what i have from wayf #i spent the rest of the song sobbing #5sos #the 5sos show tour budapest #wrapped around your finger #michael clifford #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #e* #also this sounds soooo nice in the recording i didnt hear them this good in the venue

[phantompoguefangirl]

NEW STORY UPDATE:

☆WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER☆

[CHAPTER 2: Side Effects]

You throw me around like a rag doll

And throw me away like your cigarettes

Then pick up the pieces of whatever's left of me

They're yours to keep

A million and one ways that I've tried

To turn it around, leave it all behind

But every time you turn out to be one step ahead of me

Lost in reality

I can feel you in the dark when I fall asleep

All that's in my head are pictures of memories, words that you said to me

Hey, hey, Hailey, won't you save me?

Bittersweet chemistry

I can't escape you anywhere even in my dreams

All that's in my head are pictures of memories, words that you said to me

Lost in Reality-5SOS

A/N: Can we just take a moment to appreciate this photo of Michael in the header? 👆 I literally just keep staring at it because HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR ONE PERSON TO BE SO PERFECT? 🥺😍😫

Anyway on to chapter 2. ☆Trigger Warning☆: Abuse is talked about in this one and it might be a little intense. Also there is a kind of intimate scene but it's not sexual. If it makes you uncomfy just skip it.

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I didn't hear the front door open over the sound of four spazzy boys trying to talk to me on the phone at once. We were discussing our plan for me to finally leave Jesse. 5 Seconds of Summer's management and lawyers had figured out a way to free me from Jesse on the business end. Now we were just figuring out how I would get out this house quickly and safely. I had already secretly packed most everything I owned and I was planning to try and leave before Jesse got home from work. He was supposed to be stuck in meetings till late tonight so now was my chance.

I rolled my eyes and turned to grab more of my clothes out of the clean laundry pile to put in my bag while I listened to three of them bicker about who was driving the getaway car or something and Michael hissing at them to shut the fuck up and let him talk to me.

Suddenly, I was shoved to the ground by the back of my neck and my phone was launched a few feet away. I tried to stand but a fist connected with the side of my head and I yelped in pain as I hit the floor again. I could hear the boys' confused voices coming from my phone as I shakily looked up to see Jesse towering over me, oblivious to them as rage burned in his eyes. He stomped toward me and I scrambled backward to try to get away from him, terrified.

"Jesse wait-" I was cut off by him yanking me to my feet and punching me again.

"You sneaky little bitch," He growled as he hit me again, repeatedly,"Finding a loophole to get you out of your contracts, like that really means anything. I guess I need to remind you who you fucking belong to."

Suddenly, I jolted upward, gasping for air as I opened my eyes. I looked around, confused and disoriented.

Michael and Tessa were sitting on either side of me, looking really worried. It was then that I realized I had been dreaming, but I also realized I was struggling to breathe and my chest felt like an anvil had been dropped on it. Because it wasn't a dream. It was a memory...

"Hey shhhh it's okay. You're okay, baby," Michael reassured me, pulling me into his arms and stroking my hair softly. "It was just a dream. You're safe now."

"B-but it was r-real. It w-was J-Jesse," I stuttered into his shoulder, still fighting for oxygen.

"It was just a dream, love. He's gone. He can't hurt you anymore," Michael said, rubbing my back. "You're okay. I've got you."

"Yeah and we won't let anything else happen to you. Ever," Tessa added in a gentle voice.

Michael started quietly singing to me like he had the night before, while they both hugged me and soothed me until my panic attack subsided. Which then allowed me to focus enough to remember the pain in my hand. I winced so Michael got me my pain meds and I took them with some water.

"Oh, yeah I didn't get a chance to ask last night. What the hell happened to your hand?" Tessa asked, watching me take my medicine.

We explained and she muttered angrily at what my grandma said but then laughed at the situation with my brothers and Michael. She gave Michael shit for not catching me and he threw sarcastic comments right back. It was pretty entertaining to watch them banter and I loved that they were getting along. I loved that they were always here for me, too.

I was mostly okay after everything with Jesse, but every now and then I still had nightmares about that night and woke up having a panic attack. Trauma is fun like that. I was very lucky to have the 5sos boys and Tessa to help me through it, though.

Those first few months had been the worst because the panic attacks came at all hours of the day or night, but Ash, Luke, Cal and Michael were always by my side in a second to help. Especially since I tended to wake up screaming from these nightmares, which must have been why Tessa was in here. Tessa had called me to check on me a lot and talked me through it over the phone when she could. Now the dreams and attacks came rarely so I usually forgot about them till they happened.

"Thanks, guys," I sighed, pulling my knees up to my chest and resting my arm and chin on them.

"Of course. We love you and we're always here for you," Tessa said, leaning on my shoulder.

"What she said," Michael said, nodding toward Tessa as he placed his head on my other shoulder.

"I love you guys too," I replied, smiling and closing my eyes.

Tessa got up off the bed after awhile and I looked up at her in confusion.

"It's super early so I'll leave you alone so you can try and sleep some more," she explained. "Let me know if you need anything, though."

We nodded and Michael pulled me into his arms again after she left.

He leaned back while holding me so I ended up lying partially on top of him with my head on his chest. I was still tense and unable to fully relax, which he must have noticed because he rubbed my back absentmindedly and I raised myself up on my good arm to look at him. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, extra unruly since he'd just woken up. I trailed my fingers down past his mesmerizing green eyes, over his cheek and down next to his dark pink lips, which turned up into a wide smile as I did this.

"What are you doing?" He asked, letting out a small chuckle.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Michael. You know that?" I murmured, gazing at him.

"No, I'm not," He snorted, rolling his eyes and blushing a tiny bit. "I think your pain meds are kicking in or something."

"Stop that," I replied,"I'm serious. You really are the most beautiful person, inside and out, that I have ever met. You have the cutest hair, the prettiest eyes, the kindest heart and most intelligent brain I've ever known."

His face softened and his face turned a deeper red. "Really?"

"Yes, really," I told him, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. "Though I have to say, that last one is sometimes questionable when you're with Luke, Ash and Cal, but I digress."

"Hey!" He fake gasped, pretending to be offended but unable to help laughing as he tried to work around my injury to tickle me.

"You love me!" I giggled as I sqirmed around and tried to block his hands.

"Oh do I?" He laughed sarcastically as he carefully wrestled me till he was on top of me with his knees on either side of mine and his hands gently holding my arms above my head.

I looked up into his eyes again. "Yes, you do."

"Yeah, you're right, I do," he agreed with a sigh as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine tenderly

Michael's mouth didn't leave mine as he slid one hand up my arm and intertwined our fingers. After a moment, he released my hand and brought his to my face and then down to my side as he smiled against my lips. He let go of my other arm in order to balance himself and I draped it across his shoulder. I brought my good hand up to the back of his neck, tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to me, deepening the kiss. We were still tired though, so it wasn't long before it dissipated into tiny soft kisses followed by Michael resting his head on my chest as we finally relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

That is, until the smoke alarm went off downstairs and startled us so much that Michael actually tumbled off the bed with a loud "WHAT THE FUCK?"

"SORRY!" Nate shouted from downstairs.

I helped Michael up and then openeed the door right as Tessa was about to knock on it.

"Oh hey," she said,"Sorry if that woke you up. Nate is cooking breakfast and our smoke alarm gets set off very easily for some dumb ass reason."

"You could have warned us," Michael groaned, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Yeahhhh sorry about that. I forgot about it, honestly," Tessa said.

"Michael got startled and fell off the bed," I told her, stifling a yawn and giggling.

"Oh way to go, dingus," she said to him sarcastically, laughing.

"Yeah 'cause I totally did it on purpose," he countered, cracking a smile. "And for the record, Mia got scared too."

I giggled at them as I gravitated toward the smell of pancakes, eggs and bacon wafting up from the kitchen. "Yeah, but I didn't jump so far out of my skin that I landed on the floor, now did I?"

"Do I need to tickle you again?" Michael raised his pierced eyebrow at me.

I just rolled my eyes and took his hand as I made my way toward the stairs. He suddenly seemed to smell the food too and eagerly followed me down to the living room.

"Sorry again about the smoke alarm," Nate said as he offered us plates,"Help yourself to breakfast. There's plenty of food and coffee for everyone."

"Thanks," Michael and I said at the same time. Michael gestured for me to sit at the table, then took the plates from Nate. After a moment, he set our plates down on the table and then went back into the kitchen. He came back with two mugs and placed one in front of me. I took a sip and smiled. He was the only person to ever make my coffee just right that didn't work in a coffee shop. On top of that, I noticed that he had cut my pancakes for me so that I could eat them more easily.

"Awe, thanks love. You're the best," I told him happily as he sat down.

He grinned and nodded, kissing my cheek before he started stuffing his face with pancakes.

I giggled and eagerly dug into my own breakfast.

After we were finished, we went to get ready to go get the rental car from my sister's house and go to the airport. I started to gather my shower things before realizing that I didn't have anything to cover my cast and I also didn't how how my uncoordinated ass was gonna shower one handed. I groaned in frustration.

"Hey what's wrong?" Michael asked, coming over to me.

"I need to shower but, uh,"I held up my broken hand.

"Oh I can fix that problem," he shrugged, smirking.

He went downstairs and returned with a huge ziploc bag and duct tape. He helped me bring everything I needed into the bathroom, locked the door and then helped me take my clothes off. He pulled the bag over my cast and duct taped it on me so it would be sealed. He undressed too and pulled me into the shower with him once the water was on and set to the right temperature.

He turned me around so I faced away him and tipped my head back a little so it was under the water. I closed my eyes and let out soft moans as his fingers gently massaged the shampoo and then conditioner into my curls.

He finished with that and then grabbed my body wash and helped me clean the rest of my body. He was so careful and loving about it and when he was done and also clean, he pulled me close and just held me while we stood under the water for a little while, just basking in each other's presence.

After we got out, removed the bag from my hand and got dressed, Michael sat me on the bed with him. He dried and brushed my hair for me, even going as far as braiding it and putting one of his beanies on my head.

God, he's amazing. How did I get so damn lucky? I thought as I watched him dry his own hair and also put a beanie on.

He caught me staring and winked at me flirtaciously. I just giggled and rolled my eyes.

Not long later, we were all in Nate's car and on our way to my sister's house. we retrieved the rental car and Nate drove it to the rental place. We picked him up there and continued to the airport, jamming to the music playing on Nate's stereo.

In the End by Linkin Park faded into Face Down by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and the dream from earlier came back to me. A million emotions flooded through me as I sang along loudly. Michael must have noticed because he grabbed my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze as we belted out the lyrics.

The song ended right as we parked at the airport and it took me a minute to compose myself before we got out of the car.

Nate and Tessa hung out with us for like an hour until our flight boarded and then hugged us goodbye before leaving.

"Hey, I just realized you can't play guitar for the tour with your hand like that and I was thinking that I could play for you," Michael suggested as we took our seats on the plane. "I mean, I already know all your songs, since I've rehearsed them with you, so I'm really the only choice you have on such short notice anyway."

"Oh! I didn't even think of that," I answered, as I suddenly realized he was right. "Um, I'd love it if you played for me, but I mean, are you sure? I don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I'll be fine," he shrugged,"It's just a few more songs and I'll have a bit of a break between your set and mine, anyway. Besides, we'd rock the stage together and you know it, babe."

"You're right, we totally would. It's settled then." I agreed, smiling enthusiastically, though my mind was only half present for the conversation. I was still replaying Face Down in my head. I had forgotten how much I loved that song and right now it really hit home for me. I wanted to scream the lyrics from the rooftops so everyone could hear it, honestly.

Wait.

Maybe I could.

"Hey, Michael?" I turned toward my boyfriend as I spoke.

"Yeah, babe?" he replied, looking at me.

"How would you feel about adding one more song to my setlist?"

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#This took forever to update I'm sorry #I really love how it turned out though #enjoy #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford fanfic #michael clifford #michael 5sos #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #calum hood #5sos #the 5sos show tour #the 5 seconds of summer show #wrapped around your finger

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just drank 1 (FUCKING ONE) alcoholic beverage and proceeded to bawl my eyes out to 5sos performing english love affair, heartbreak girl, WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER, and VOODOO FUCKING DOLL on tour rn

i am clearly not doing well as they don’t announce new tour dates

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #like you dont get it #i LOVE goddamn english love affair #I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR HER #AND FUCKING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER 😔😭 #i know they’ve sung it before but it hits different now that they’re older #AND I WANT TO BE THERE #I NEED TO BE THERE #voodoo doll my beloved i love you so much istg #english love affair #heartbreak girl #wrapped around your finger #voodoo doll