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justsomebandfanfics · 5 years

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Pick Up Your Fucking Book - Austin Carlile

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

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

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

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

You pout. “No.”

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

You shake your head. “No.”

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

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

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

“Because maths is dumb.” You humph.

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

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

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

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

“Mhm, no.” You answer, sarcastically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He flips around. “Yes, you are!”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, piss off, Austin.” You mumble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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descentintobandom · 5 years

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How Far I’ll Go Chapter 7

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve barely eaten, honey”.

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

“Evie, my little mermaid…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you loved me…”

“Evie, I do love you”.

“Then why are you leaving?”

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

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

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

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

“Please be careful”, Jenny told Austin.

“Jen, calm down. They’ll be fine”.

“It’s not them I’m worried about”.

“Me?”

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

“How much trouble could they be?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m nervous”, I told Austin.

“Why?”

“What if they don’t like me?”

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

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

I rolled my eyes and smacked her forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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waasting-awaay · 6 years

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my oh my have i missed this handsome face! 💕 so glad to not just hear from other fans that he's doing well but for him to share the proof a few days later!!

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lost-and-done-for-you · 7 years

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Morning play (Austin Carlile x reader)

Hope you really enjoy this.

- Time to wake up pretty little lady... - my skin shivered and my heart started beating so fast when I heard his voice whispering in my ear.

I mumbled a "no" against the pillow.

- Come on baby girl...- I feel one of his hands sliding under my nightgown, causing me goosebumps. His warmth touch feels like heaven on my skin, he was touching my waist and then, with his fingers, he started tracing up a path all over my back.

I move my face out of my hidden spot against the pillow and turn it to the left not letting Austin see my blushed face and right then, my mouth let escape an involuntary moan. I listened to Austin's soft laugh right on my ear.

- Someone likes what I'm doing, I see - he placed his hand again on my waist he turns my body, gently, against his. My back now was touching his bare chest. I place one of my hands on his, the one on my waist, and entwine our fingers.

- Austin... - I say his name half pleading, half moaning. - Yes, baby? - he asked while his lips were kissing my neck and then, feeling his teeth biting it softly.

I bit my lower lip trying to keep silence and not letting my moans to get out of my mouth and trying to find a way to tell Austin what I need more than ever right now.

- Let them out baby girl - he whispered seductively. At that moment, I was melting in his arms. He let go my hand untwining our fingers and moved it again right under my nightgown, moving it all over my belly, then, all over my stomach till he reached one of my breasts and he pinched and twisted, between his thumb and index finger, one of my nipples, driving my crazy, making me moaned louder.

- That's what I want to hear - he said fascinated with the sound of my moans. He continued pinching and twisting both of my nipples and I can't control anymore my moans and the wetness between my thighs was literally dripping, so I decided to move my hips backwards against him, rubbing my butt against his bulge, making him moan roughly and causing him to pinch my nipple even harder.

- You should be careful of what you are doing sweetheart - he said growling and breathing harder and taking my earlobe between his teeth, biting it softly. I can't stop moaning at this point, I was feeling right now like a cat purring because of his touch.

Once more, I move my hips against him and then, when I was about to do it again. I feel his hand between my thighs...

- There... - I say moaning. - Uhm... there baby girl? - he asked while his fingers were sliding up and down my dripping lips. - Yes! Please, Austin. - I pleaded. - Say it baby girl. What do you want from me? Say it Y/N - he asked me, still playing with his fingers and introducing one of them inside my wetness and rubbing my clit with his thumb.

The feeling was breathtaking. I feel his finger inside of me, in and out of me, hitting that specific spot inside of me, driving me crazy, making me shiver and feeling a knot getting bigger and bigger inside of me. I managed to take my hand backwards and press my palm against Austin's bulge. Taking him by surprise and, by the feeling of my hand on his cock he, unexpectedly, introduces another finger inside of me making me moan louder.

- This is a game that can be played by two, baby. So don't play with fire. - Austin growled with difficult breathing because at that moment, I introduce my hand under his pants and I take his cock, making slowly up and down movements.

Austin at that moment can't handle it anymore so he, unexpectedly, placed me right against the bed, facing him and his intense gaze. The hand that I had on his cock continued inside his pants but not touching him, because of the new position.

I look at him, heavy breathing and with my still red cheeks, I bit your lower lip and...

- It's better if you continue doing what you have been doing Y/N or... - he said with that deep voice.

- Or... what? - I say with a weakness voice.

- You will regret it baby girl - Austin says while he bends down and kisses me passionately and aggressively, biting my lower lip.

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fangirl94stuff · 7 years

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radi0active-thoughts · 5 years

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Movement - a Sebastian Stan x OC story

Summary: Gabriella Lopes has a busy life - working in a advertising agency and struggling with motherhood, she lives for her son Benjamin, a caring and smart 5-year-old boy, her son with a rockstar, Austin Carlile, the frontman of one of the most famous metalcore bands nowadays.

In a happy hour with her co-workers and friends, Gabriella meets Sebastian and it leads to an unforgettable night. What both of them don't know is that this night will be the beggining of something fate prepared for when it was time. Now the question is: is it their time or just a delusional attempt to find love before it's too late?

Soon on Tumblr!

Yo, guys! Tell me if you wanna be tagged. I'm gonna post the first chapter by this weekend!

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x oc #sebastian stan x original character #seb fic #seb fanfiction #gab writes #austin carlile imagine #austin carlile #austin carlile x oc

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dying-roses-become-motionless · 7 years

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So guys I just posted a new story.. If you wanna check it out you can. And hopefully you guys will like them! I'll find a way soon to post a link!

#fanfiction #motionless in white #sleepingwithsirens #kellin quinn #pierce the veil #vic fuentes #chrismotionless #ricky horror #alan ashby #of mice & men #austin carlile #all time low #alex gaskarth #jack barakat

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staticscreenwriting · 4 years

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21 Questions

answer 21 questions and tag 21 some people you’d like to get to know a little better

I was tagged by @charmed-asylum and @william-hargroves. Thanks for tagging me I love talking about myself ;)

* Nicknames: Jo

* Real Name: Joliet

* Zodiac: Leo

* Height: 1,70m (I think that’s 5′7′’)

* What ⏰ is it : 6:06pm

* Favorite Band/group: All Time Low (look I am just a grown up pop-punk kid)

* Favorite Sport Team: I literally do not care about sports at all. Only watch the German football (soccer) team playing in world cups and such.

* Other blogs: @thesundrop (my main blog) I also started a blog for Borhap/Queen imagines but I forgot the login details It’s called @wavesofalternatives

* Do I get ask: Sometimes. I wish you guys would talk to me more often though ♥

* How many blogs I follow: Idk and I am too lazy to check

* Tumblr crush: Look I love y’all

* Lucky 🍀 number: 17

* What am I wearing now: a black tank top and pink disney PJ pants

* Dream vacation: All Disney parks across the globe. Also a US roadtrip. Also Australia. Also Sweden.

* Dream car: I’m a horrible driver BUT I do love cars and I really want a pink 1960 Mercury Comet

* Favorite food: Potatoes in any and all shapes they come in.

* Drinks of choice: ice cold coca cola from a can. Also Malibu mixed with cherry juice.

* Instrument: Like favorite instrument or if I can play one ? I do play a bit of guitar but I’m not very good.

* Language: I speak German and English fluently. I do speak okay spanish (understand it better than I can speak it) and a bit of french.

* Celebrity Crush: Look, there’s a lot. Milo Ventimiglia. Ben Hardy. Oscar Isaac. Dacre Montgomery. Elisabeth Gillies. Perrie Edwards. Florence Pugh. Jack Barakat. Taron Egerton

* Random Fact: I can tie a knot into a cherry stem using my tongue. One time I met Austin Carlile from Of Mice & Men at a chinese restaurant. One time Kerrang Magazine interviewed me about Fanfiction (if you guys care about it I can show you the article).

Look you guys, if you feel like answering these, you’re tagged. I just tagged you!

#please tag me in everything I love oversharing

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sleepy-psycho · 7 years

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Hey guys. I normally don't post like this but I have books on wattpad and I've been told they were pretty good. Check them out please 🤘🏻

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 7 years

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

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

Happy New Year!

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justsomebandfanfics · 5 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Austin?" You call out, feeling confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's dead silence.

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

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

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

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

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

He goes quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes." You answer, throat becoming dry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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How Far I’ll Go Chapter 6

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

“This means…” Tino said.

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

“Hey Austin”, she said.

“Can you FaceTime?”

Her contact popped up on the screen.

I clicked ‘accept’ and her face popped up.

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

“You know…you can call me dad”.

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

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

“Okay! I love you!”

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

She blew me a kiss and hung up.

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

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

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

I heard the thunder of footsteps.

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

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

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

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

“Um…cool”, I said.

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

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

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

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

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

I smirked as Rose’s phone started ringing.

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

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

Rose giggled and ran back up to her room.

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

“I missed you!” Evie squealed.

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

She stepped back.

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

She laughed and shoved me.

“Are you staying for dinner?” Jenny asked.

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

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

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

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

That made me feel a little bit better.

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

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

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

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

I smiled.

She really was something else.

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight Austin”, she said.

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

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

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

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Darkness and Hysteria - Part One - Austin Carlile ft. OM&M

Hey, so I dont know if you’ll write something like this but I really had a shitty day and I thought I try and request something. Maybe where you are austin carliles girlfriend and are on tour with him but then at night the bus gets in a crash...

This is written (as stated further in the above request) in Austin’s P.O.V. - considering making this a two/three parter... thoughts? - 1,531 words - written by Emma.

Austin’s P.O.V.

“This weather is bloody terrible.” You grunt.

This storm has been going on since last night. It’s now 7pm, usually at times like this in the summer it would still be light out. But the sky is covered in dark clouds which just leaves the sky a dull grey. You sigh.

“Only because you live for sun and beaches.” Y/N, your girlfriend, remarks, smiling as she peeps up from her book.

“How can you even read in, in…” You gesture to the window. “This.” You spit the word like it’s venom. Although your words are twined in sarcasm, you do hate shitty weather.

Y/N shrugs as she takes a look out of the window. “I just like reading.” She reopens her book again and her eyes drift.

Her Y/E/C focus on the pages and you watch them follow the lines. She looks up for a split moment and her irises glimmer as she looks at you and you both share a smile. As a grin lances on her crepe pink lips, you lick over your own. She’s so beautiful, even with her hair messily - yet neatly - tied back. You don’t know how you could get so lucky.

However, the heavy pattering on the bus windows is enough to make you groan again. Your eyes don’t stay focused on Y/N’s face as they settle outside once more where you watch rain endlessly smack against the roads.

“You never stop groaning, do you?” Tino says to you from the opposite seat of Y/N.

Deliberately, you let the moan intensify over a stretched period of time and echo loudly.

“Stop groaning, you grinch.” Jenn answers your annoying ring.

“It’s not even Christmas.” You reply, pulling a mimicking face.

“Either way, nobody likes you because you’re being miserable and irritating.” Tino answers for her, chuckling.

“Ha, ha. So funny.” You roll your eyes and your glance settles at Aaron and Amanda, who are both out cold on the sofa behind Tino and Jen, head against head. “How can they be asleep? It’s like the titanic out there!”

“Stop being so melodramatic, you big baby.” Jen says to you. “It is not the titanic.”

Pointing to the water that’s streaming down the roads, you answer, “You never know, I could drown out there.”

“I wish. Then we could get some peace and quiet.” Phil says loudly from the seats behind Y/N, where he and Anouk are.

“Rude.” You murmur, quieting down, you think of sitting beside Y/N, whose nose is still wedged in her book.

“Stop being such a whiny ass.” Alan calls out as he wanders through from the bunk area, joining the bash-on-Austin parade. Strolling up to you, he sits in the chair that faces Y/N.

“I am not being a whiny ass.” You mumble, before receiving unappreciative looks from everyone – you are being a whiny ass. “Fine, I’ll go bug Terry instead.” Terry is your bus driver.

“You go do that, baby.” Y/N gives you the thumbs up, eyes not leaving her book.

You mimic her in a girly voice. “You go do that, baby.” She looks at you then cocks an eyebrow, you pout at her.

Scrunching her nose, she pouts back before holding her book up to her face again.

"Well, doesn't seem like you've got a better view than us in the other part of the bus." You say, approaching Terry.

He shakes his head. "Definitely not."

"Can't even look straight out there." You say, looking through the windscreen.

Every second the wipers are going back and forth, but a shit tonne of rain just comes hammering back. It's like a river steaming down the windscreen. You're surprised Terry can even see.

"Surely, this isn't safe." You say, gesturing to the window.

It's so dark and cloudy out there you can barely see the road. The fog and mist seem to combine to cloud the roads, making it extremely difficult to even see headlights from other vehicles. You can just about see ten feet in front of the bus.

"It isn't." Terry answers, jaw clenched. "All this heavy wind and gushes of rain smashing down... I don't trust it, it gives me a bad feeling."

As soon as those words leave Terry's mouth, you feel a little uneasy.

"Then, then why are we driving in it?" You ask, that horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"We need to get somewhere decent at least. We can't pull over in the middle of nowhere... Maybe if there's a gas station or something, I'll pull over and we could try waiting it out." Terry says, which makes you feel a little better.

"I hate this weather, it's a real downer." You mutter. "Want anything to drink? I'm grabbing myself a bottle of water." You're happy to change the topic.

"Sure thing." Terry nods. "Grab me a water too?"

"Yep, okay. I'll be a moment." You say, turning around.

"Oh no, he's back." Jenn giggles, seeing you walk back through the section.

"Did Terry get fed up within a few minutes too?" Alan chuckles.

You continue walking to the fridge. "Very funny, guys, ha-ha." You try to keep your tone sarcastic and funny, but you're not sure if it worked.

"You okay, baby?" Y/N asks, looking over her shoulder, book closed in her hands. "You sound a little off."

Walking back through equipped with water, you attempt to smile. "Just feeling ill, that's all." You halt by her's and Alan's seats, resting on it.

"Mhm." Y/N sighs. "You look a little unwell, actually. Is there anything I can do to help?" Her hands touch your lower arm.

"Just, stay beautiful." You smile down at her.

And with that, you bend down, cupping her face. Lightly, you press your lips together, that benevolent feeling pulsing in your heart. Irresistibly, you grin against her mouth, causing her to smile too.

"I love you." She says, gazing up into your eyes.

"And I love you." You answer, resting your head on your shoulder for a moment, adoring her.

Soon enough, you rejoin Terry by the wheel of the bus. The weather has had no improvement, instead, it looks worse in the few minutes you’ve been gone. Handing him a bottle of water, he nods a thanks as he takes a swing, looking out to the road again. Opening your bottle, you drink some too, but still feel nauseous as something inside of you is telling you that something bad is going to happen.

You look at Terry, who is worriedly squinting his eyes trying to picture what’s on the other side of the windscreen.

“Can you do me a favour and look up where the next gas station is?” He grunts over his shoulder to you. “Or.. anywhere,” He adds hastily. “Anywhere we can just pull in and stop, in fact. I’m barely making it around these corners.” He shakes his head, beads of sweat visibly gathering on his forehead.

“Of course, of course.” You say, pulling your phone out of your pocket and opening your maps application. The lack of signal causes your app to glitch as you try to find your current location. “Come on.” You shake your phone in your hands, feeling frustration settle in your head, just wanting to find somewhere to stop.

You sigh when release once the arrow finally locates you on a lonely, long, bland road. “Gas station...” You hum to yourself, clicking the ‘services’ function and hoping somewhere can be found local enough to the bus. The slow function again makes you irritable, you hit your phone against the door frame you’re leaning on.

Once loaded, you click on the nearest services result. “It’s only 5 miles away.” You breathe thankfully, turning your phone to face Terry, showing him the station nearby.

Terry shares the sigh of relief, “thank you, Austin”, he says. Taking one hand off of the wheel, he faces you and takes your phone from your hands to show him the way.

You mosey around a bend of the road, but you spy something again. Something dark, something blocking the driving path, something massive.

The next ten seconds hit you painfully slow.

“Terry! Terry!” You shout in panic, nearly throwing yourself into the windscreen.

It’s a tree. A fallen roadside tree has collapsed over the whole width of the road, it’s roots upturned and everything. Big piles of dirt and stone protecting it.

Terry spins the steering wheel hectically in hope he could try and dodge. Upon realisation that it’s too late, he shouts out in terror, the wheels losing their footing completely, sending the bus into a frenzy.

What happens next happens far too quickly. You can’t even turn, you can’t dash into the main area of the bus to yell for everyone to get down, you can’t even look at Y/N.

The echoing of screeching tyres and others’ screams shatter your ear drums, but before you can throw your hands to cover your ears, the force of the spinning bus sends your head into the frame of the driving compartment. You feel immediate bruising to your temple, before your vision blurs and you topple over in a dizzy hysteria.

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How Far I’ll Go Chapter 3

Title: How Far I’ll Go Chapter: 3/? Pairing: No Pairing Rating: T/M Fic Summary: Evie, an orphan with no memories of her past, has felt drawn to the ocean ever since she was born. Austin, former frontman of Mice & Men, a man born with the ocean in his veins. Evie cannot remember her parents, but she knows they must be out there. Austin lost his daughter 12 years ago and he’s been searching for her. What happens when fate throws these together again? Will Evie finally find where she’s meant to be?

I hadn’t realized how much time had passed until I heard, “There you are, my little mermaid”. I smiled, hearing the familiar nickname. I opened my eyes and saw Jenny standing there. “My father used to call me that”, I told her.

“Really?” she asked me.

“I have this memory of me and my parents. At the beach. My father called me his little mermaid”.

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart. Go get cleaned up for dinner”.

I got out and she wrapped a towel around my shoulders. I sighed.

She had just taken it out of the dryer.

“Hey Jenny?” I asked her, “Do you know what happened to my parents? Who are they?”

She tucked some wet hair behind my ear and frowned. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t know. You just showed up on my doorstep one day”.

“Oh, well…I thought it was worth asking”.

“You’ll know some day”, she said kissing my forehead.

I snuck past my foster brothers and sisters and up to my room. When I came out of the shower, Rose was sitting on my bed. “Um…hello?” I asked her.

“Okay, so I know how to cheer you up”.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked her as I got dressed.

“I scored us tickets to Warped Tour tomorrow in KC”, she said.

I shrugged.

“Oh come on. All the best bands are going this year!” she said, throwing me the current AP magazine.

“I guess it would be fun”, I said.

She squealed and hugged me.

“Rose! Evie! Come help set the table!” Jenny called.

Rose and I went downstairs and into the dining room.

The two youngest Violet and Brennen were already in their seats.

Rose and I grabbed the plates and silverware while Marcus and Jeremy got drinks for everyone.

As we all sat down to eat, I looked at my foster family.

We were from all different walks of life, but we were family.

Jenny did her best to provide for all of us without having to give any of us up and while she wasn’t married (and never had been), she was still the best foster mother we could ask for.

The next morning, I was awoken by Rose jumping on me.

“C’mon, wake up!” she yelled.

“Rose, the gates don’t open till noon. Get off”, I said shoving her off me.

She pouted and got up. “Fine!” she said and stormed out of my room.

I got up and walked over to my trinket box taking out the sand dollar. I grabbed a piece of twine and carefully created a hole in the center and threaded the twine through. I finally tied it around my neck. I vowed to never take it off, until I met my parents. I got dressed and packed what I thought I would need for Warped Tour, throwing the AP magazine in my backpack. I went downstairs where the rest of my foster brothers and sisters were eating.

“Are you ready?” Jenny asked me.

I nodded excitedly.

Today was going to be my first time ever going to Warped Tour.

“This is going to be so great! We’re going to meet all the best bands!” Rose said.

“Please be careful”, Jenny said.

“We will”, Rose told her.

We arrived at the venue and Rose immediately tugged me over to the main stage.

“So who’s playing first?” I asked her.

“Of Mice & Men”, she answered, “They’re great. Austin is the screamer of the band. He was part of the band a long time ago. He’s back with the band for now, but my favorite member is Alan”.

I giggled as I listened to her rant about the band.

Pretty soon we heard their set intro start playing and they came out on stage.

“Which one is Alan?” I asked Rose.

“The ginger”, she said.

My heart started racing for an unknown reason.

The lead singer, Austin, came out on stage last and the crowd screamed.

“How are you guys doing?” he asked, “I know it’s been a while since I’ve seen you guys. So we’re gonna start things out a little slow. This is an older one, but feel free to sing along if you know the words!”

The song started and a feeling went through my entire body.

I knew this song, but I’d never listened to Of Mice & Men before in my life.

“DADDY!”

Before I knew it, the ground was rushing up to meet me.

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