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bloodhoundluke · 7 months

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drunken smiles & fishnet stockings

pairing: luke hemmings x fem! reader

description: it's halloween and luke is hosting a party! luke and y/n know each other, but little do they know that this night would change something pivotal between the duo.

warnings: 🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sex talk, smut, protected p in v, alcohol consumption, cursing, fluff, an embarrassing amount of pet names. (i don't think there’s anything else??).

word count: 5,8k-ish. a/n: hey there friends! 🌟 i wanted to publish this fic before publishing requested & other fics, i'm working on all of them so pls be patient! and this is my first fic which contains smut so there's a huge chance this sucks (i'm actually nervous to release this pls help me i'm scared lol) 😬 also, i have a lot of deadlines atm so pls bare with me, i am working on the requests whenever i can. thank you for supporting my blog, i adore you all so much 🤍 happy late halloween to everyone who celebrated 🎃

dividers by @silkholland.

"Y/N!", you heard your best friend yell from the other side of your studio apartment. You had been getting ready for nearly two hours, and to one one’s surprise, you and your best friend were already late. Calum had been texting you for a while now, telling you two to hurry up.

"What?"

"We are so late! We need to get going! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing", your best friend sighed and now stood next to you. You were still fixing your hair in front of a full body mirror.

"Okay okay, stop fussing. Do I look okay?", you asked them and placed the curling iron on top of your drawer, shutting it off. You reached for the hairspray sitting on the drawer, and looked over at your friend who looked absolutely stunning.

"Yes, you look amazing Y/N. If I wasn't your friend I'd totally hook up with you", your friend cheered and nudged your shoulder gently.

"Gosh, thanks. I'd totally hook up with you too", you giggled and took a glimpse of their police costume. You ruffled your hair slightly and placed some hairspray on your locks to hold them in place.

You locked your hands with your friend’s, and got into the cab that was waiting outside.

You had been invited to your friend Luke's Halloween party. You had met him a few years prior through your mutual friend Calum, who was also his bandmate and one of his best friends. Calum and you had known for four years or so, and you considered him to be one of your closest friends. You considered yourself lucky to have a friend like him, since you could tell him anything and you knew he wouldn’t judge you.

You looked through the cab window with the city lights passing by. You wondered who’d be at the party. Luke must have sent invitations for hundreds of people, since he was a pretty popular guy. You found the guy and his shy-ish exterior rather charming, but only in a platonic way. Luke and you weren’t extremely close, but you exchanged text messages every now and then.

You arrived at the party and looked at the sea of people, who were mingling with each other in their Halloween costumes. Luke’s house was decorated in decorative spider web, pumpkins, and some skeleton figures. Purple lightning illuminated the whole house. You liked the decorations, it wasn’t too much or too little.

You and your best friend decided to go and say hello to Calum and his group of people. Calum hugged you tightly and commented on how he hadn’t seen you in ages. His girlfriend, Brandy, did the same. They were wearing a matching set of vampire costumes. You were happy for Calum, he had finally found a girl who loved him just the way he was.

You walked over to Ashton, Michael, Crystal and Luke. Ashton was dressed in a cowboy costume, which made you smile a bit since he practically dressed like one in real life. He brought you into a bear hug and you couldn't help but smile. Ashton always made you feel so welcomed. Michael and Crystal goofed around in their Anime costumes. You catched up with them and then finally noticed something familiar about Luke’s costume. It was a Harry Potter costume.

No fucking way.

"Cool costume", Luke commented as he saw you eyeing his Gryffindor badge, and the lightning bolt on his forehead. His hair had grown out a bit, but it didn't look bad. Actually, it looked anything else than bad. That man could definitely pull off any hairstyle, you were sure of it.

"Thanks! You too. Suits you", you stated and straightened your own Gryffindor badge on your costume. Dressing as Ginny Weasley, or what you called it low-budget Ginny since you had no cape, was a decision you had made a few days ago. You were supposed to dress as a Pumpkin, but you managed to break the costume and didn’t have the time to fix it. So the second best option was Ginny.

You sighed and looked around the room, thinking of grabbing a drink.

“Oh my gosh! We need to take a picture of you two”, your best friend suddenly exclaimed and you giggled, nervousness plastered all across your face. You saw them giving you the look, and knew instantly what it meant. They believed in fate, what you on the other hand called nonsense. You were sure Luke and you dressing in similar costumes was some sort of sign of “fate” to your best friend. Luke and you could never happen.

“Really?”, you giggled as you felt a knot in your stomach. Luke was sometimes difficult to read, and you weren’t entirely sure if he would conform to the idea.

“Yes!”, your best friend commented, and ‘totally’ and ‘absolutely’ from Michael, Crystal, Calum, Brandy and Ashton followed after. You and Luke both looked at each of them, then finally looked at each other. Your friends would never let it go, so you’d better just get it out of the way.

“Okay”, you accepted your defeat. “You okay with that?”, you confirmed Luke. “Yeah, sure, why not?”, he took a sip of his beer and placed the bottle on the counter, giving you a small smile.

You, Luke and your best friend found a spot in Luke’s house and you settled in with Luke against the white wall, as your best friend was holding their phone towards you two. Luke placed his other hand on your lower back, and you placed yours on his stomach.

“This okay?”, you looked up to him and shuffled a little closer to the man. You saw him eyeing your legs, which were covered in fishnet stockings. His oceanic blue eyes met yours, and you did your best not to drown in them. You hadn’t even chugged down one drink, and you were already a fool for some man. And worst of all, it was your friend. You blamed this growing lust for him on the Halloween spirit. Surely someone had once said that Halloween brings out feelings you don’t usually feel.

“Uh..yeah, sure”, he cleared his throat and chuckled. “You ready?”, he offered you a little smile.

“S-sure”, you returned the smile and you both stared directly at the camera.

“And say….cheese!”, your best friend cheered.

You took an awkward glimpse in Luke’s direction and both of you bursted out laughing. The photos shown afterwards were pretty cute, you had to admit that. And Luke’s hand on your lower back left you yearning for more of his touch.

Damn, you really needed a drink. And to forget Luke fucking Hemmings' hands.

—❦

After taking the picture of you and Luke, you had been mingling with people, eating, and drinking a few tequila sunrises. You had just settled into Luke’s living room to play Spin the Bottle, the classic party game. The group playing consisted of you, your best friend, Luke, Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael and Crystal. To be honest you were zoned most of the time, since you found the game a bit ridiculous.

Then you heard your name as the bottle pointed towards you. In your alcohol-infused state, you picked a dare.

“I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room”, Ashton dared. You heard a few encouraging comments coming from your friends, and Brandy gave you a wide grin. “Ash? Really?”, you squeaked, and gave him a deadly glare. “Well, didn’t you pick a dare, pumpkin?”, he asked and chuckled. Suddenly the rush of confidence you had seemed to fade out, and you mentally cursed the drummer.

“Okay”, you sighed, and looked across the room. The choice was obvious, but you didn’t want to give it away. So you pretended to consider your options for a while.

You got up from the floor, and got on your knees in front of Luke. You caught him looking at you, and he looked away. But then you leant to kiss him, and he kissed you back. The tingling feeling of him kissing you back flustered you. You shouldn’t like the feeling of his lips pressed against yours this much, but you did. His lips brushed over yours delicately, and your heart was pumping. It made no sense, but you loved every second of it. His beard stubble tickled you, but you didn't care. Not everyday you got the chance to kiss Luke fucking Hemmings, who was practically the hottest guy you had ever seen.

You backed away from the kiss first, then did Luke.

“Cool”, he let out a nervous chuckle and you did the same. Cool…really? You didn’t know if you should have been offended or relieved that the awkwardness of it was finally over.

“That was hot”, your best friend whispered into your ear as you went back to your place on the floor. “He’s hot”, you whispered back. The taste of pure tequila lingered on your lips.

“And Ashton’s so hot too”, they whispered. “Go get him, Y/B/F/N”, you advised, and winked at them.

The game continued and the next rounds were spent by hearing how Ashton’s favorite sex position was Basset Hound Doggy and Brandy’s biggest turn off in a relationship was controlling behavior. You also saw your best friend give a lap dance to the person who they fancied the most in the room, Ashton. They both seemed to enjoy it. Michael and Crystal had also shared a steamy make out session, to which you all cheered.

It was Luke’s turn next.

“Hmmm…okay. What is your biggest turn on?” Michael asked Luke and took a sip of his Corona, placing the bottle on the floor afterwards. Luke’s answer interested you, you had to admit.

“Ohh…got many. But neck kisses are a big one”, Luke slyly answered and gulped down his tequila. “Ohhh, that’s a good one”, Ashton agreed and you saw him looking in your best friend’s direction. You rolled your eyes slightly, and giggled to yourself. They would totally share the bed tonight.

Luke spun the bottle, which landed on Calum. He chose the truth. Luke didn’t come up with anything, so your best friend chose the question instead.

“Which two people in this group should hook up?”, your best friend asked Calum.

Oh my god, were they serious? You totally knew where they were getting at. But hopefully Calum didn’t understand that, or anyone else for that matter. You were safe, Calum would definitely pick Michael and Crystal. Or Ashton and your best friend.

“Well, the obvious choice would be Brandy and me. Or Michael and Crystal, but…I feel I want to stir the pot, I guess.. So… I think Luke and Y/N… I mean we saw the kiss Luke and Y/N had earlier”, Calum smirked devilishly at Luke, and then at you. The group around you chuckled, and seemed to agree with Calum as they were nodding their heads. But not you nor Luke.

“Okayyyy, so maybe Cal should stop drinking for tonight”, you chuckled, and Calum gave you a humorous smile, which screamed a polite fuck you, in return. You saw Luke looking down at his drink on the floor with a drunken smile on his face. He fiddled with his rings on his left hand. He looked up and directly at you, boring his eyes into yours for a milli-second. You wondered what was going through his head, since yours was filled with so many questions.

Why didn’t he say anything? Why was he so quiet? Did he find your kiss icky? Did he find you… repulsive? Why was he acting so strange?

—❦

The party was over and people had left Luke’s apartment, which was now littered with red cups, beer bottles and pizza boxes. You had been settling into a spare bedroom in Luke’s house. Ashton, Calum, Brandy, Michael, Crystal and your best friend were staying over as well.

You drank water alone in Luke’s kitchen, since everyone had already gone to sleep. The now quiet atmosphere made you feel at peace, and you smiled to yourself.

You enjoyed the brief moment of silence until a head of blonde messy curls appeared from the doorway.

Luke walked into the kitchen and gave you a tired little smile. He opened the refrigerator door and took a large water bottle, pouring it into a glass he retrieved from the cabinet. He placed the bottle back to the refrigerator and closed the refrigerator door as you were still drinking your own water.

You noticed how he had gotten rid of the jacket and the tie, leaving him with a slightly unbuttoned white collar shirt and dark gray pants. He had also wiped the lightning bolt off his forehead.

Standing here with Luke, in this terrifyingly awkward yet weirdly comforting silence, made you question your lust towards the man. Maybe it was just the alcohol running through your veins. That might just be the only logical explanation.

“Let me guess, you don’t want to get a hangover?”, you chose to break the silence.

“Hell no”, he sipped water, “did you have fun tonight?”. The blonde locked his eyes with yours and you looked away, your eyes now fixating on your ring-covered fingers.

You cleared your throat, and answered, “Yep, had a blast. And you?”.

“Yeah”, he smiled and you went closer to him, as you were about to place the cup in the sink. Your hands brushed against his as he was just about to do the same. You both placed your cups in the sink, and your eyes met his. You both stood in your places quietly, and for some weird reason, you couldn't help but look at his parted lips. And you noticed him doing the same, then his eyes studying yours.

Your heart started to race a million miles an hour. You weren’t nervous around the people you fancied, but Luke was a different story. He was the epitome of gorgeous, so you couldn’t really blame yourself, could you?

He turned his body towards yours, and you took a step closer to him. You didn’t know what you were doing. Hell, you didn’t know what he was doing either.

Luke let out a low chuckle and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip.

Yes, even a fool could tell you wanted to kiss him. But you weren’t sure if you should. And you weren’t sure if the man in front of you noticed that too.

Thankfully Luke had noticed your indecisiveness as he leant in for a kiss. You had imagined this after the kiss during the game, but now that it was actually happening, you couldn’t believe it. This was rougher than the last time. More passionate. More demanding. He moved even closer to you, placing his hands on the sides of your face. You felt his cold rings against your bare skin, but it didn’t matter. Not when he touched you like this, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks and his tongue battling for dominance over yours.

He backed away from you, licking his lips.

“Fuck… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry”, he apologized and rested his body against the kitchen counter.

“What do you mean?”, you frowned your eyebrows. Was he being serious right now?

“It’d mess things up…if we go further. Shit, this on its own could make everything awkward...”

“What if…what if we just don’t think about the consequences? You want me, and I obviously want you”, you suggested. You didn’t want to think, not now. You didn’t want your growing lust for Luke to go to waste. It would be a shame if it did.

“Are you..sure?”, he scratched the back of his head.

“Yes”

“Okay”, he let out a low chuckle and took a step closer to you, studying your lips in the meantime.

“Luke?”, you looked into his eyes as you spoke.

“Yeah?”, he bored his blue eyes into yours, and placed his hands on your waist, tugging you closer to him.

“Just fuckin’ kiss me already”

“Thought you’d never ask”, he whispered, his voice perfectly husky and seducing. His plump lips found their place on yours and you swore you had never kissed someone like him before. His lips moved swiftly, hungrily against yours.

You tugged his shirt, wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible.

“Luke?”, you asked, out of breath.

“Yeah?”, he wiped his mouth with his hand, and you couldn’t help but stare at the man’s mouth. The mouth that you wanted to do incredible things to you.

“What are we doing?”.

“What do you want to do princess?”, his voice was heavy, and hoarse. And so god-damn sexy. He moved a few stray hairs out of your face.

“Fuck…”, you cursed.

“...me?”, Luke smirked.

You were totally gone off the rails, so whipped for him, there was no going back now.

“Actually, yeah”, you decided to toss logic aside, and once again, Luke placed his lips hungrily on yours. You kissed him back passionately and he grabbed your ass under your skirt. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and felt the need to do such things to Luke you could never say out loud.

“Jump”, he groaned between the rough yet lustful kisses and you jumped into his lap. He grabbed you by your outer thighs and placed you on the counter. He left wet kisses on your neck, leaving you wondering why you hadn’t done this sooner with him. Maybe it was the fact you had known this man for years, and he had never shown you any sign of interest. But it didn’t matter now, he clearly wanted you.

“Is this okay?”, he reassured you.

“You’re perfect”, you sighed and stared at the beautiful man in front of you. Yes, you had always thought Luke was hot, but this was something else. You loved how soft and assertive he was at the same time. This was dangerous, anyone could see you two. But you liked it this way. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted him. You craved him. You needed him.

His lips found their way back to yours and you bit his lower lip by accident. You felt Luke giggling against your lips, and you couldn’t help but do the same.

“Can I take this off?”, he asked between the kisses as he was holding the fabric on your shirt. “Please”. And he does, leaving your chest area covered by your black bra. You started to unbutton his shirt and when you were done, he threw the white collar shirt on the floor next to yours.

Luke traveled kisses from the side of your face to your neck, then to your chest. “Fuck, you’re so hot”, he remarked and you chuckled slightly as a response. Luke kissed you, and you kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You made out for a while until he decided to move the strap of your bra over your shoulder. He placed a few kisses on your shoulder, and you didn’t understand how he did it all this, being this fucking good at everything, but you enjoyed the show.

“Need to get my fishnets off”, you whimpered under his touch.

He ripped open your fishnets using his hands, and you swore to yourself you hadn’t seen anything as hot as that. You lifted your body using your hands on the counter so he could take the remains of the stockings off. And when he was done, he nibbled your ear and his heavy breathing made you squirm.

“Finger me?”, you asked as his lustful ocean eyes stared into yours. “It’d be my pleasure”, he smirked, pushing your lingerie to the side and pushing two fingers into you with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Fuck, you are so wet…so good, Y/N”, he remarked huskily and moved his fingers inside you in swift motion. You widened your legs so he’d get a better entrance. “Mmmmh”, you whimpered, your head tilted back and eyes closed. Luke trailed down kisses from your neck to your chest. You opened your eyes and his lips crashed into yours.

“Need you to fuck me, Luke”, you whispered into his mouth. “Believe me, I will. Just wanna make you cum first”, he whispered and kissed you. And in under a minute, you were a whimpering mess under his touch, him giving you a smug look. You swore you just saw the stars, no one had ever known your body like him. And it didn’t make any sense, this was the first time being with him. But it didn’t have to make sense, you were now with him and god, he made you feel incredibly good.

His fingers left your entrance and his lustful dark eyes met yours again. He brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, still holding the eye contact.

”Baby, you taste so good... Fuckin’ incredible”, he mumbled.

”Fuck…”, you whimpered as you were still coming off your high and watching Luke taste you did not help to urge to feel him inside of you. Neither did the fact that you noticed his boner through his dark dress pants. What was this man doing to you?

“Wanna go to my bedroom?”, he suggested, and placed a strand of your hair behind your ear, giving you a small lingering kiss on your collarbone.

“Thought you’d never ask”.

You both grabbed your clothes from the floor and you went upstairs. In the upstairs hallway, Luke couldn’t resist but pin you against the wall, kissing your face like he had never kissed before. You grabbed his erected dick under his dress pants and stroked it slightly above the material, making Luke whimper. “Y/N…”, he started yet couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Mmmh? Tell me?”, you asked as you started to unbuckle his belt.

“Mmmmh, don’t tease me, Y/N”

“That’s bold of you since you started it...”, you pointed out.

“Mmmhhh…fuck, that’s true. Let’s go before I fuck you against this wall and everyone will hear it”, he gave you a quick peck on your lips, leaving you wanting for more. You didn't know Luke could be this smug, but it definitely turned you on.

Luke led you to his bedroom. You placed yourself on his California King, and looked around. You had never been in Luke’s bedroom. A few paintings hung on the dark -painted walls, a vintage record player rested on the dressing table and the TV across the bed covered most of the wall space.

Luke retrieved a condom from his wallet, which was resting on his night-stand and pulled down both his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened dick. In the meanwhile you got rid of your skirt, and underwear. He placed the condom on and you couldn't help but admire the sight in front of you. Luke tossed both his pants and boxers off to the floor. He placed his body on top of you, kissing you and making the kiss deeper as you slid your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues danced together and your anticipation for the following grew, even though you had gone through your high already. But maybe, just maybe, he could make you come twice. His lips parted from yours, and he looked into your eyes, his fingers traveling along your lips.

“You’re so damn beautiful”.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful too”, you answered, your need for him growing.

“You ready?”. You nodded and he slipped into you slowly as you kissed his neck. You detached your lips from his neck and tugged his hair, your hands exploring the softness of his curls. A few moans escaped from both of your mouths. How could he make moaning sound so damn good?

“Please keep on going”.

"Was planning on doing so, princess".

He thrusted into you, and your walls clenched against him. You saw him biting his lip, his eyes wide open, clearly enjoying the view of you. “Fuck, you are perfect. So tight around me.... So good”, he praised.

This would probably never happen again, so you decided to make the most of it.

You met his lips in a kiss and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, his own meeting with yours. His thrusts became quicker and you both moaned of pleasure. Your hands had moved to his upper back, your nails scratching the warm skin.

And when you both came undone, you cleaned yourselves up and laid in his bed. You both stared at the bedroom ceiling. Luke had asked you to stay, which had surprised you.

“I held myself back when you kissed me in the game”, the blonde confessed. You looked at Luke, whose left arm was leaning against the back of his head. Only now you noticed his bird tattoo on his bicep. You couldn’t see it properly in the dim lightning, but you were guessing it was a hummingbird. To be honest, there probably were a lot of things you didn’t know about him.

“Did you?”, you asked in a rather suggestive voice, and turned your body towards him under the covers.

“Well, yeah, have you seen yourself? Fuckin’ beautiful. I wanted to rip those fishnets off you the moment I saw you in them”, he chuckled and his eyes met yours.

You couldn’t help but feel flustered. Luke Hemmings, of all the people in the world, thought you were…beautiful?

“In that case, I’m happy I decided to wear them”, you giggled.

“I can buy you a new pair of fishnets”, he offered.

“You really don’t need to do that”.

“If that gives me an excuse to see you, then I’d like to”, you saw an endearing smile appear on his face.

“What if you break them too?”, you chuckled, not that you wouldn’t mind him doing that.

“Then I’d have another excuse to see you again”, he reasoned, and shuffled closer to you. You didn’t know if it was still the alcohol clouding your judgement, but you liked him. Maybe a bit more than you wanted to.

“Seems like you want it to be a pattern”, you suggested.

“Well, if it makes you scream like earlier…”, he smirked and took you in his arms, your face squished against his warm and toned chest. “Luke!”, you screamed into his chest.

“Hush hush now, everyone is asleep”, he kissed the top of your head, and chuckled.

“Sorry”, you giggled and wrapped your hand around his waist, snuggling closer to him. Your face rested against his chest, and he stroked your hair gently.

"Good night beautiful", he reached for your lips and planted a small kiss on them, then turning off the bedside lamp. "Good night, Luke".

—❦

“Quit starin’ at me princess”, Luke spoke with his eyes closed as you lied with him in his enormous California King bed.

“I can’t, you’re way too pretty”, you played with his curls, both of your naked bodies under the same duvet.

You had been awake for a while now, mainly going over the memories of last night. Luke’s lips pressed against yours, his hands grabbing the sides of your body, him whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he was inside of you. You had contemplated leaving Luke’s house, but you didn’t want to do it to Luke. And the change in Luke’s behavior towards you made you question his motives. He even let you sleep in his bed, and didn’t want you to leave to your room. Did he actually like your company? Or was he just lonely?

You removed your hand from his set of curls, and wondered what it must be like to be that beautiful. It was unfair how good-looking he was.

“Talk to me about pretty, huh?”, he opened up his eyes and scanned your face. “Hush”, you gave him a deadly glare and he grinned back at you.

“Tell me when did you get so freaking hot?”, you asked him.

“Haven’t I always been?”, he winked and readjusted the pillows on the bed, his face and body now towards yours.

“Yeah, but I mean…like this hot. Ridiculously hot. So hot I want to jump into your lap”

“Now you’re just makin’ a fool out of me”

“Am not! I promise”, you exclaimed. “I swear when I saw you last night, something happened inside of me. This lust, I guess…I don’t know what the hell it was”

“Well, thank you. Good to hear I don’t look like an absolute knobhead”, he rolled his eyes, and letting out a chuckle.

“And he’s funny too”, you giggled.

“C’mere”, he motioned you into his embrace and you laid there for a moment in silence, taking in the moment. This silence felt comfortable in some odd way. His fingers brushed gently against yours, moving to cup your face, his mouth telling you compliments you never expected to come from his mouth. You’re gorgeous. Your eyes are pretty as hell. I like cuddling you. You smiled back at him, not really knowing what to answer.

“So this wasn’t a one time thing?”, you decided to break the newly founded silence.

“Nope. If that’s okay with you?”, Luke searched for your approval from your softened eyes, and you gave him that. “More than okay”, you smiled. You looked for something in his eyes. Maybe a hidden truth. You were his friend, but you didn’t know him truly. You did not really have an idea who he was deep in his core. But your instinct told you to find out.

"Good. Did you actually like my Halloween costume or were you just being polite?", Luke hummed, and placed his head into the crook of your neck.

"I thought you looked hot. And so dreamy... So yes Luke, I liked it", you beamed, and pecked his lips. "A lot", you added and caressed his pretty curly hair.

"You were a pretty dreamy Ginny yourself", he placed his mouth on your neck, sucking on the skin slightly, then placing a few sloppy kisses on your jawline. His breath started to become noticeably heavier, and you giggled, "Luke Hemmings, you are one hell of a guy".

After a while of lounging around with Luke, you both decided to do your morning rituals and throw some clothes on. Yeah, you might have hooked up with him again, only in the shower this time, and you felt as if you couldn't keep your hands off the blonde.

You and Luke had decided to go downstairs and cook something for breakfast, and now you waited for him to come out of the bathroom. Luke opened up the bathroom door attached to his bedroom, and you studied his features.

You couldn’t help but smile as he was humming some song you had never even heard of. He had a habit of doing that, making you smile. Or at least that was what he had been doing the past hours. And last night, obviously. He was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants, which made you drool over him, and a black AC/DC t-shirt. He had also offered you an oversized band t-shirt to wear since your own shirt was a bit uncomfortable to wear. So now you were standing in front of Luke, wearing his oversized t-shirt and barely visible black skirt. You would have never guessed that something like this could actually happen.

“Ready?”, he asked, and you nodded. You were waiting for him to open the door, until he decided to turn around and he grabbed your face into his hands. He pressed a delicate and endearing kiss on your lips.

“Actually, now we’re ready”, he chuckled and finally opened the door. “You dork”, you giggled, the taste of his toothpaste lingering on your lips.

“No one should be up, it’s barely 9am”, Luke commented as you were walking down the stairs. “Yeah, there’s not a chance anyone’s up yet”, you agreed with him and you both walked into the kitchen, only to discover every single person that had stayed at Luke's sitting by the kitchen table.

“Good morning, Luke and Y/N”, Crystal greeted you two, to which both you and Luke responded.

Luke offered you a glass of water with a side of lemon and ice, after he had convinced you of how the drink makes a great hangover cure. You and Luke found yourself seats by the kitchen table, next to each other since they were the only ones not taken.

"Luke? Y/N?" Ashton opened his mouth.

“We fuckin’ heard you last night”, Ashton remarked as both you and Luke were caught up in your own worlds. And then you made sense of what Ashton had just said.

...Oh my god, had they really heard all…that?

Your best friend was sitting next to Ashton, and they were giggling with Ashton’s arm resting behind their chair.

You hadn’t talked this through with Luke. Shit, shit, shit. You hadn’t really even thought about if anyone had heard you last night.

“Oh you are speechless now, is that it?” Ashton giggled, making your friend, Michael, Crystal, Calum and Brandy laugh too.

“We really hope you Luke cleaned up the kitchen afterwards”, Crystal commented. “Just saying”, she added and gave a quick peck to Michael. Michael chuckled, and took turns looking at you, and then Luke.

“I did, don’t you worry about it Crys”, Luke scratched the back of his head, obviously feeling awkward as hell. You cleared your throat, wishing to be anywhere else than being questioned about your little rendezvous with Luke last night.

“And you used a condom?” Ashton asked, making Luke groan. “Of course, you fuckin’ moron”.

“Okaaaay, should we change the subject? Us having sex isn’t the most exciting topic”, you chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Even the handsome blonde beside you.

“It definitely did sound exciting last night…All the screams and objects fallin’ to the floor, all Y/N’s whimpers and Luke’s -”, Ashton remarked, but was soon interrupted by an annoyed Luke.

“Okay okay, we get it. We were a bit loud. But let’s move on, please”, Luke groaned.

"I want to hear more details though... Were the kitchen and Luke's bedroom the only places you had sex in?", your best friend took apart in the conversation, grinning from ear to ear. Y/B/F/N had to be kidding. And were the walls of Luke's house made of paper? "Yes", you answered in turn, trying to sound as convincing as you could. They didn't need to know about the shower session an hour ago.

”It was no wonder you ended up sleeping together, I mean you were drooling over each other the whole night”, Michael continued, and chuckled.

”You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me right now”, Luke cursed, obviously wanting the conversation topic to change sooner than later.

“Calm down, Hemmings”, Calum chuckled, earning a side eye from you and a deadly glare from Luke. “Okay, okay, I won’t say anythin’ next time”, Calum put his hands up in defense and grinned awkwardly.

You looked at Luke only to discover him looking at you, a small smile creeping upon his pretty pink lips. Next time.

a/n: hey please do share your thoughts on the gifs, did they disturb your reading experience? i’d love to know, ty! 🤍

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allwaswell16 · 9 months

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One Direction fics that have an emotionally repressed character in them as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

✦ This Multiplicity of Powers by @helloamhere

(E, 149k, superheroes) Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside. But this isn’t that universe. //an X-Men AU.

✦ Love Is A Rebellious Bird by @gloriaandrews, @100percentsassy

(E, 134k, enemies to lovers au) Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine

✦ Hold You Now by solvetheminourdreams / @cursethedaylight

(M, 131k, ex-fwb) When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.

✦ I’ll Fly Away by @juliusschmidt

(E, 122k, friends to lovers) Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road.

✦ The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by @kingsofeverything

(E, 109k, infidelity) Louis’ life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it’ll never be the same.

✦ ghost of you by beckywritesthings / @beckydoesthings

(E, 109k, Star Wars) a Star Wars AU where Harry is Obi-Wan, Louis is Satine, and somehow there’s a love story between the cracks where there shouldn’t be.

✦ Promise in the Sky by Throwthemflowers

(E, 99k, religion) AU in which Harry Styles, a naïve, repressed, socially awkward Midwestern highschooler tries to navigate his fundamentalist evangelical parents and radically progressive older sister.

✦ These High Walls by LarryAlways28

(E, 68k, a/b/o) He was the ideal son - until he presented as an Omega. Now, barely a year after his old man dropped dead and running the family company, if he makes a mistake with the Tomlinson and Sons merger and acquisition, it's game over.

✦ i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) by thedeathchamber / @louehvolution

(E, 55k, secrets) Harry thinks he has good reasons for avoiding relationships. Meeting Louis puts those reasons to the test.

✦ That's What I'm Here For by @taggiecb

(E, 46k, farm au) Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

✦ we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 43k, vampire) Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people.

✦ I Like You, Say It Back by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry

(E, 43k, a/b/o) the one where it takes a lot of time for Harry and Louis to figure it out. But they do, they always do, don't they?

✦ Follow Your Arrow by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 36k, a/b/o) They said Louis playing alpha wouldn’t affect anything. It was the best thing for the band, so he doesn’t really regret it except deep in the dead of night, when he bites down on his knuckles to swap the echoing ache of depri for a sting of pain.

✦ Compass to my Soul by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 31k, a/b/o) Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

✦ When the Sun Won't Let You Sleep by @allwaswell16

(E, 30k, Antarctica) Four years ago, Louis Tomlinson left the UK to live on an Antarctic research station for reasons best left in the past.

✦ You Might Want To Marry My Husband by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(NR, 24k, grief) When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.

✦ the sanctity of patience by @scrunchyharry

(T, 22k, royal au) When young Lord Harry was chosen by King Louis of Bavaria to become his husband and prince consort, Harry thought all of his dreams had come through.

✦ I hope our love burns brightly by fanshae

(T, 8k, magic) Louis Tomlinson can’t really remember ever not noticing Harry Styles.

—Rare Pairs—

✦ I Had Rather (series) by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 261k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Nick and Louis don't like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all.

✦ You're the Feeling I'm Missing by sheesusnat

(T, 2k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) Something is off, though. Something is missing. Someone is missing.

#ficrec #trackinghappily #trackinghome #1dficvillage #1dsource #tracksintheam #hltracks

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the-whumpening · 3 months

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Intro Post (v2, Bigger and Better!)

About Me

I’m Ruben, but you can also call me Ruby or any variation of those. I’m a 28 year old bi/pan transmasc guy from the US. I’m also disabled (chronic pain, autism, other stuff) so I have both plenty of time to be online and plenty of barriers to keeping a regular schedule, so your patience is appreciated.

Askbox is open and anon is on! Feel free to send in prompts, asks, and general conversation!

My Ao3 account

Schedule

Currently taking it a little slow. I plan to have one new upload every week, mostly of The Pet Tiger. Aiming for Tuesdays, but no promises.

I may keep my queue running with old stuff for a bit.

I expect this schedule to continue until at least mid-July after I move and get settled in my new place.

Feel free to send asks still, I'll get to them when I'm able!

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Writing Masterposts

Tigerverse (fantasy/dnd universe whump, multiple arcs/AUs)

Son of Bat (modern setting, bandmates, injury/sickfic)

Weekly Themed Posts [On Hiatus]

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Things you’ll likely find here:

General whump and hurt/comfort

Violence/gore/blood

Non/dubcon and intimate whump

Recovery/injury whump and sickfics

Emotional whump

Occasional emeto triggers

Some pet whump

Male whumpees, whumpers, and caretakers

LGBTQ+ and disabled characters

Not currently here but maybe in the future:

More pet whump/BBU

Carewhumpers

Vampire and/or werewolf fics

More NSFWhump

Lady whumper

Royal setting

Robot whump

Non-whump fics (angst, fluff, smut, etc)

Big maybe: fanworks, probably Fallout or DC Comics

You likely won’t see:

Lady whump (no hate, it’s just not my thing)

Military settings and political intrigue

Fanfic (I greatly prefer writing for OCs, but I could be persuaded)

Minor characters, outside of flashbacks (no judgment, just not my thing)

Religious whump

Superhero/Villian/Team whump (don’t mind reading it, just not interested in writing it)

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Some whump blogs I'm loving rn (off the top of my head, I'm sure there's more I'm forgetting!):

@kabie-whump @echo-goes-mmm @secretwhumplair @whumpzone @whumpcereal

@sowhumpshaped @whumpurr @doomeddestination

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My Tags:

#rublewriting (All my writing and masterposts, does not include weekly posts)

#not whump (Any post that's not writing, like memes or personal posts)

#rublogging (reblogs of others' posts)

#self rb (self explanatory)

#ruby replies (replying to asks)

#Tigerverse (any of the fics set in that universe, each has their own tag as well)

#Son of Bat (any of the fics set in that universe, each series has its own tag as well)

#Meet the Characters Monday

#Worldbuilding Wednesday

#Fuck It Friday

#whump community #whump writing #whump #whumpblr #whumblr #whump blog #intro post #introductory post #pinned intro #rublewriting #not whump

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onlyhuis · 2 months

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seungcheol masterlist.

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☆ please read my guidelines before making a request! ☆ genre key: [🤍] = requested; [🐈] = requested for 1k event; [💒] = posted on @junkissed; [ M ] = smut; [ F ] = fluff; [ H ] = humor; [ A ] = angst

• take a bite 💒 [ F, H, A ] 1.5k words - vampire!cheol, est. relationship

• finals season 💒 [ F, A ] 2k words - winter, college au, tutor!cheol, mild angst

• mistletoe inn (mistletoe inn series #1) 💒🤍 [ F ] 2.1k words - winter, inn owner!cheol, s2l

• romance at mistletoe inn (mistletoe inn series #2) 🤍 [ M, F ] 4.6k words - winter, soft dom!cheol

• bedtime cuddles 💒 [ F ] 0.6k words - est. relationship

• three men and a slut [ M ] 2.7k words - ft. vernon & chan - dom!cheol, switch!reader

• driving me crazy [ M ] 1.3k words - bandmate!cheol x reader, enemies to lovers, fwb

• more, please [ M ] 0.65k words - hard dom!cheol

• wedding night [ M, F ] 2.3k words - newlyweds au

• daddy's day off (night vers.) [ M, F ] 2.7k words - parents!au, dad!cheol, husband!cheol

• squeaky clean [ M, F ] 2.7k words - ft. mingyu - soft dom!cheol, poly relationship

the king's gambit 95z collab ... coming soon! • en passant - teaser [ M, A, F ] mafia!cheol, ceo!cheol

#[🎟️] — navi

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aurorawest · 4 months

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Bargain of Blood and Gold by Kristin Jacques - 3.75/5 stars

Reminiscent of Jordan L Hawk's Widdershins series, but with vampires and werewolves. Also takes place in Maine, which isn't a very common setting. Unwittingly, I bought the second book in the series months ago, and I realized as it got to the top of my TBR that I didn't have the first book! I had to scramble to order it and I was happy I enjoyed it since, obviously, I already have the second book.

Ander & Santi Were Here by Jonny Garza Villa - DNF at pg 2

Captive Prince by CS Pacat (reread) - 5/5 stars

Prince's Gambit by CS Pacat (reread) - 5/5 stars

Kings Rising by CS Pacat - 5/5 stars

I think I loved these books even more on my reread.

Gravity by Tal Bauer - 4.25/5 stars

Probably my favorite hockey romance that I've read.

The Modern Mythos Anomaly by Juniper Lake Fitzgerald - DNF at pg 132

I actually liked the story, the characters, and the writing in general, but this book just needed another few edits to slim it down a bit.

Lose You to Find Me by Erik J Brown - 4.5/5 stars

Leeward by Katie Daysh - 4.5/5 stars

The blurbs on this book are hilarious, because they're all like, tall ships people, and then Mackenzi Lee, hailing it as a lovely queer historical romance. This was a really lovely book and I'm excited for the sequel. Also hoping for more kissing in the sequel since this was a serious slow burn.

Riley Weaver Needs a Date to the Gaybutante Ball by Jason June - 3.75/5 stars

Starseer by Katya Hernández - 4/5 stars

Be Dazzled by Ryan La Sala - 5/5 stars

I loved this book so much!! Oh my god. Super funny, very romantic. It revolves around cosplay which is of course a special interest of mine.

Northranger by Rey Terciero and Bre Indigo - 4.5/5 stars

Flying Without a Net by EM Ben Shaul - 2.75/5 stars

The Watchmaker of Filigree Street by Natasha Pulley (reread) - 5/5 stars

Striking Distance by Sarah Rees Brennan - 4.75/5 stars

I didn't expect to like this as much as I did. The graphic novels were good but changing to a novel format allowed for much deeper characters. Surprisingly devastating and also really funny.

The Old Haunts by Allan Radcliffe - 4/5 stars

The Gay Best Friend by Nicholas DiDomizio - 5/5 stars

Main character is the best friend of both the bride and the groom, and everything surrounding the wedding becomes a train wreck beginning on the weekend of the bachelor party, when the bride asks the MC, Dom, to keep tabs on the groom for her. As someone who is extremely conflict avoidant with friends but not family and romantic partners, I heavily related to Dom. There's also a romance that I really loved.

Romance Languages by AJ Truman - 4.25/5 stars

I think this was my favorite of the South Rock series. It deals with some more difficult topics—Julian's self-loathing over his body image is heartbreaking (and relatable), and Seamus's guilt over the way his gambling addiction hurt his ex was very well done. I'm a sucker for stories where a character learns to ask for help, not to mention difficult parent-child relationships, and this had both. I also appreciated Julian's arc re: sex and virginity.

Darkhearts by James L Sutter - 5/5 stars

Another bandmates-in-love treasure, with a twist—the main character, David, left the band right before they got famous. He ends up falling for one of his ex-friends/bandmates after they reconnect. The author is a musician himself, and it definitely shows (in a good way). I'm really a sucker for The Burdens of Fame, which this book definitely had, but there's actually a really good arc for David and how he deals with his jealousy and resentment over being left behind. Plus he wants to be a carpenter rather than go to college, which was cool.

Brute by Kim Fielding - 4.25/5 stars

We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian - 5/5 stars

What can I say about this book? Why was it so lovely? Why did it make me feel so much? Why can I not rate things higher than 5 stars? It's a million stars in my heart. Aside from just being a gorgeous mid-century America m/m romance (my favorite), this one features an Italian-American main character. The stuff with Nick's family was spot-on. I just loved this book. I felt like I was wrapping myself in a big, comfy, historical gay romance blanket.

Drowned Country by Emily Tesh - 5/5 stars

The sequel to Silver in the Wood. Had a very mythic and sort of folk horror vibe. This one is from Henry Silver's POV instead of Tobias Finch's and takes place two years after Silver in the Wood, which is time that Henry has mostly spent sulking in Greenhollow Hall, sans Tobias. Really highly recommend this duology. Emily Tesh is a treasure.

The Alchemy of Moonlight by David Ferraro - DNF at pg 11

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starlahuskyz · 14 days

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Chances - Chapter 19

Summary: Jordan's story only goes downhill, the boys soon discover where he distrust and anxieties came from.

The follow up to Jordan's lore, this might be longer than the previous chapter.

Chapter 18 <<< >>> Chapter 20

TW// Vampire Indoctrination, Vomit, Implied Suicide, Blood and Gore

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Everyone felt tense, no one said anything for a moment, Jordan shuffled a bit in Marko’s hold feeling discomfort. David spoke first.

“So those fuckers were vampires, I had a feeling.”

“I thought you guys could tell when someone was a vampire?” Jordan tilted her head in confusion.

“Well we didn’t know you were a vampire, so that’s not quite how that works.”

“Oh” She leaned back into Marko and Paul talked next.

“So, what did you think when you found out your boyfriend was a vampire?”

“I’m getting there, warning you all now though it goes downhill from here.” She continues on.

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Jordan had chosen not to tell her parents about what happened that fateful night. She pondered whether what happened was real or just a really fucked up dream. She had gone the boardwalk in search of Viktor to see if he could give her the answers she was looking for. She didn’t see him for a few days though, until she saw him performing again. After the performance she entered the backstage and confronted him, he was abnormally tense after seeing her approach him.

“Viktor, we need to talk.” Jordan grabbed his hand.

“I already know what you’re gonna say.” He pulled away from her grasp.

“That’s not what this is, I’m looking for answers dammit. What the hell was up with that night, was that all some sick prank or was it real?”

“What do you think? It should be pretty obvious what happened, I’m a vampire and killed those guys for you.”

Jordan was at a loss “A vampire? They’re real?”

“I mean you’re looking at one.” Johnny piped up from behind her and cackled.

“Okay, so if you’re a vampire…why didn’t you kill me?” Viktor looked surprised.

“Why would I? I love you, I wouldn’t even fathom doing such a thing. But now I must ask, how come you’re so…normal about this?”

Viktor was genuinely confused, most people who learned of his true identity would run and scream and he’d have to unceremoniously end their lives. Yet, Jordan didn’t seem to care too much, she cared more about the fact he wasn’t too honest about being a night stalker.

“It hasn’t bothered our relationship up until this point, I don’t see a reason to get upset about it. You did save my life after all.” She didn’t seem like she was bluffing.

“I see. So even though I’m a bloodsucker, you don’t really care?”

“Not really.”

Viktor only stood there thinking to himself, now faced with a scenario he never imagined himself being in up until this point. Having a mate who didn’t him being a vampire seemed like an impossible dream, and yet, here he was.

Viktor pulled Jordan close to him and relaxed, his bandmates also seemed relatively happy with Jordan’s thoughts.

“I’m glad to hear you’re so accepting of me, hopefully you can join us someday.” At that statement, Jordan pushed him away.

“No…I’m sorry but no. I can’t be a vampire, I have a family and a job.” Viktor’s smile faltered.

“C’mon, won’t you at least consider it? Being a vampire is wonderful. You’ll stay young forever, never have to worry about being sick, and never let anyone be in your way. I implore you to at least think about it, please?” Viktor seemed genuine, but Jordan remained conflicted.

“I don’t know, maybe. I’ll have to take some time to think about it. It’s a big decision.” Viktor smiled.

“I’ll give you time.”

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“So you found out he was a vampire and that’s how you react?” Paul looked at her with judgment in his eyes.

“I guess I didn’t really care because we had been dating for a while without issue. I didn’t really think that he could be incredibly dangerous to me.” Marko inhaled once again feeling peeved.

“Why couldn’t I have dated you first, you were so perfect.” He would’ve loved to date Jordan if she were this casual about vampires before she even became one.

“Thanks, but if I turned him down and stopped dating him he would’ve killed me. So be happy I’m here now and you have me.” She reached over to pat his head.

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Jordan had distanced herself from Viktor and his bandmates for quite a while, they had been pushing her to become a vampire like them and she was very against the idea. She weighed her options a lot considering that Viktor truly loved her. She didn’t want to drop him completely considering he’d been the best thing that had ever happened to her. But at the same time she didn’t want to leave her family behind and become a killer to survive. And no matter what even after a whole month of thinking, she never came to a decision.

She sat in her room listening to her walkman as it played music that fell on deaf ears as her thoughts overtook her mind. She didn’t even initially notice at first but there was knocking at her window. She eventually noticed when the song came to an end and saw Viktor trying to open the window with varying degrees of success. She eventually opened the window to let him in.

“Hey Viktor, did you need something?” She watched as he climbed into her house through the window while holding a tall paper bag in his hand.

“Just came to check on you, you don’t come to the boardwalk a lot anymore.” He stroked her hair affectionately.

“I’ve been busy lately, that’s all.”

“Let me guess, still trying to make your decision?”

“Yep, it’s been seriously bugging me lately.” Jordan moved to sit on the bed again.

Viktor sighed “You really shouldn’t think too hard about this, just jump in and make a decision. And I got something to help make it a little easier for you.”

Jordan watched as he pulled out a very bejeweled wine bottle filled with what she assumed to be red wine. Jordan got a little tense because she was only 19 so not legally able to drink.

“You know I’m only 19 I can’t drink yet-”

“One swig won’t hurt anybody, it’ll be enough for you to calm down a bit. And trust me I know, you need it more than anybody.” He handed it to her and she took it hesitantly.

It was covered from its neck to base in colorful gems in all kinds of shapes and sizes. She popped the cork off the top and looked inside the bottle, a red liquid filled the container and it smelled quite putrid.

“What is this? It smells awful.”

“It’s what I call a fine wine, it might not smell or even taste very pleasant for you. But trust me, it’ll make you feel fantastic.” He continued pushing the bottle towards her, pressuring her to drink from the bottle.

She decided not to question him any further, with a deep breath, she drank from the bottle. She could hear the deep rumble of a laugh that came from Victor when she started drinking. It tasted unlike anything she had ever had before, it was sweet but also bitter. It was slightly thicker than water and gave her an intense high that made her see stars. After lowering the bottle, she closed her eyes relishing in the feeling given by the liquid contents within the bottle. Viktor leaned into her side whispering something gentle into her ear.

“Now, our love will be forever intertwined…” He lowered his mouth to her neck and took a large bite, he sucked the blood out of Jordan, but at that moment, she could care less.

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“So it’s a common thing for vampire indoctrination to include drinking a mysterious red liquid from a fancy bottle I assume?” Michael finally spoke after mostly listening the whole time.

“You know us too well, Mikey.” Paul really hammered the fact into Michael who only stared back less than thrilled.

“God I feel so stupid…” Jordan sighed frustratedly, Marko only held onto her tighter not saying a word.

“Everyone fucks up in life, you just fucked up harder than most.” David said not really helping Jordan.

“Thanks…dick. I know it was a fuck up, but if I would’ve believed the whole vampire thing to begin with, I would’ve just let him kill me right then and there. But now I’m forced to pay the price…”

No one spoke for a while, there wasn’t much the others wanted to say. Not including the half vampires, they hadn’t really thought of the idea of regretting becoming a vampire. They had all taken to being turned as a minor inconvenience that soon gave them many benefits. All except one…

“I get how you feel.” Dwayne spoke solemnly with a nod towards Jordan.

“Woah, really? I thought you loved being a vampire?” Jordan was surprised.

“I’m fine with it now, only because I got over my sadness now wanting to live a life of pure misery and pain all because I never moved past one bad decision I made many years ago. You need to do the same, you sit here talking about how stupid you were back when you were young. You’ve seemingly learned from your mistakes, so get over it, you’re just hurting yourself.”

The others were rather taken aback by Dwayne’s statement, they knew that he wasn’t in a very good place when he was turned and he always refused to even mention it. Now here he was talking about it with Jordan, someone he didn’t know amazingly well.

“I understand what you’re getting at, but it’s not very easy for me to forgive. And that includes myself, if it wasn’t for my stupidity, none of this shit would’ve happened.”

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The night after Jordan drank from the bottle, she felt awful. She couldn’t keep her food down and kept running to the bathroom in pain and vomiting up whatever she tried to eat. Her parents grew concerned about her and they of course eventually found out what she did the night before and while they were less than thrilled, however they were more worried about making sure their daughter felt better. Both her parents thought she was suffering from a hangover or even alcohol poisoning and so decided to wait the day out and see how she would be feeling the day after.

Even after two days, Jordan wasn’t getting any better. In fact, it was getting worse, she started getting sensitive to the sun outside and she still couldn’t eat anything being presented to her. This led to Jordan’s parents taking her to see a doctor to find some answers. The doctor simply said she might’ve been suffering from food poisoning and prescribed some medication for her in hopes it’ll cure her.

Nothing…after a week, no results. She still suffered the same pain and nausea, but now she was getting better at hiding it from her parents. She didn’t want them to worry, she was starting to suspect Viktor did something to her. Now she was dead set on going to find him and see if he could help her out. Now with her new sleeping habits, she slept through the day and stayed awake all night making it a perfect time to go and find Viktor.

She had hopped onto her bike and rode through Santa Carla in search of Viktor, it was late though…very late. The usually bustling town was now dark and quiet, she rode through stirring up the only noise that wasn’t commonly heard this time at night. She eventually reached the boardwalk and parked her bike near the beach and looked around, not a single sign of life was present around her. She didn’t even see the usual bonfire being lit by Viktor’s bandmates, even though she saw nobody and there was nothing to prompt her to look any further, she descended the steps leading onto the beach.

The waves crashed violently as Jordan walked down the beach getting further away from the boardwalk and becoming more isolated by the minute. She could feel a pull taking her somewhere, she wasn’t sure what it was, but her body seemed to sense something her brain couldn’t. Then, she saw the only sign of life around her, a drunk guy who was standing facing the ocean with a bottle in his hand. Jordan could weirdly sense his mood, he was sad, upset, solemn. She approached him with caution.

“Sir, are you okay?” The man turned to her slowly, he wasn’t in a hurry or even alarmed by her sudden appearance.

“What do you want?” He spoke blankly with a slight slur in his voice.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay, did something happen?” The man suddenly swung his bottle at her and Jordan backed up.

“I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP GOD DAMMIT!” He roared at her, refusing to listen to her.

Jordan’s patience was waning quickly, she only wanted to help this man and yet he seemed to have something against her. It was then that the man’s demeanor changed, he lowered the bottle and sat down on the sand sobbing hysterically.

“I can’t fucking take it anymore, could you do me a favor?” He looked solemnly at Jordan, who only dreaded to imagine what he had in mind. He spoke no more, but only lifted the bottle up to her as an offering. Jordan felt uneasy, yet she didn’t try to stop him.

“Are you sure?”

The man saw a rock to his side proceeding to shatter the bottle in his hands. In the process he cut his hand open making it bleed all of the sand, the man didn’t even care. He stood up and once again handed the bottle towards her direction, but now it was shattered and covered in the man’s blood. Then something overcame Jordan, it was a sudden pang of pain within her. She could hear the man’s pulsing heart and smell the blood coming from him, it all became quickly overwhelming to her.

Without even taking the man’s weapon offering, she lunged at him, pinning him to the sand and looking at his neck intensely. She felt an instinct kick in, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It was a primal urge to rip into him with her bare hands, she felt her teeth grow into sharp fangs, her nails grew sharp like blades. Without much resistance, she then dove into his neck biting down hard in an attempt to rip out his jugular. The man barely even reacted, only giving out strained gasps as he felt her rip into him. With a forceful pull, she ripped his vocal chords out of his neck and sucked the blood out of him greedily. She even clawed at his torso, tearing him up like an angry cat. It didn’t take long, only a few minutes and he was nothing but skin and bones. When she was finished, she felt a high come over her. The pain and nausea all gone, her discomfort left her and she relished in the relief…only for a moment.

The realization suddenly hit her like a brick, she came down from her high and stared down at her own hands and started to panic. They were covered in blood Shaking her head back and forth in disbelief, she was at a loss at what to do. She looked around at her surroundings for any potential spectators. As she looked, she spotted figures approaching her.

“It’s not what it looks like I swear!” She immediately yelled, only to hear a slow clap from the person approaching her. It was Viktor and his bandmates.

“You don’t gotta hide it, babe. I’m proud of you.” Viktor pulled her into a hug despite her messy state.

“Proud? What are you talking about?” Her mind was racing still not quite processing what she just did.

“C’mon, you still aren't getting it are you?” Viktor looked at her with a raised eyebrow as if it was obvious about what was going on.

Jordan thought for a moment before furrowing her brows and looking up at him.

“What did you do to me?” Her tone was ever so slightly pissed because she knew he did something.

“Don’t you remember our night together, you had your first drink that night. I started you down the road to be like me, but tonight, you really…sealed the deal.” Viktor caressed her face with his cold hand.

Jordan was confused at first, she looked at the body behind her, then to Viktor. She thought back to the night they had spent together, and the wine he gave her. Then, it all clicked…

“You…YOU BASTARD YOU FED ME BLOOD!” She shoved him away from her in anger.

“Relax Jordan, it was going to happen eventually. I thought you wanted to be with me forever?” He tried to sweet talk her but she was beyond upset.

“Yes I did, but not like this! I told you I didn’t want to be a vampire!” Jordan pointed at him accusingly.

“Listen, I didn’t want to have to do this either. I wanted you to make that decision on your own, but you weren’t making any progress so I wanted to help you. Plus, vampires and humans being lovers never last forever.”

“I don’t care, change me back! I don’t want this!”

At Jordan’s request, Viktor faltered, not answering.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, at least…not anymore.”

“What are you talking about? Surely you can change me back!” She didn’t want to believe him.

“You were only a half vampire for these past few days, but now that you’ve made your first kill, you’re a full vampire now. You’re a killer now, and there's no going back.”

At his answer, Jordan felt her whole world come to a stop. She fell to her knees and threw her fists at the sand beneath her in a rage.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? YOU TOOK MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME YOU BASTARD!” She didn’t even look at him, she kept her head down and felt tears leaving her eyes and falling onto the sand.

Viktor kneeled onto the sand in front of her and pulled her in close.

“I did it out of love, it may hurt now, but you’ll feel better eventually. Soon the memories of your humanity will fade, and you’ll relish in the new ones we’ll make together.” Jordan’s despair was only amplified by his statement and she felt her fingers curl back into claws and quicker than anyone could predict, she snapped.

“I HATE YOU!” Before Viktor could respond, she swiped at his neck creating a large gash that sprayed blood everywhere. He let go of her and fell back gasping at the sudden attack.

The others jumped in to try and calm Jordan down but she wasn’t going down easy. She felt an inconceivable amount of built up rage within her that she was going to do whatever it took to get back at Viktor for what he did. Jordan found a piece of driftwood on the beach and started attacking the others with it. None of the band members wanted to get too close in fear of being staked. Unfortunately, Xavier got too close and received a stake to his heart, Jordan felt no remorse for him. The others now moved in to try and kill her, but it was a surprisingly futile effort. They one by one all dropped like flies, Johnny had his spine pulled out from his back, Jackson had his jaw ripped off and both of them were properly torn into. Bolt managed to get her down onto the sand and almost neutralized her, however, Jordan freed her hands and was able to rip one of his arms off. He got off of her and taking advantage of his surprise, she quickly grabbed his head and snapped his neck leaving him to fall onto the sand unresponsive. The only responsive vampire left was Vitkor, he was still bleeding out on the ground and watched her every move. He was incapable of speaking due to his wound, Jordan only watched him with hollow eyes and spoke.

“You wanted to be with me forever, but now you lost your chance.” For good measure she retrieved the stake from Xavier’s chest and brought it over to Victor. She drove into his chest and then without dwelling too hard on what she did, she left the scene and ran down the beach with a heavy new undead heart.

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Everyone at the camp was left in either surprise, shock, and a twinge of fear. No one spoke for a few minutes, taking time to process what she had just revealed to them. David was surprised that she had managed such a feat of killing her whole coven with just her unadulterated rage. The other boys were shocked but also not too surprised considering that she was able to rip Dwayne’s arm clean off. Michael and Star were also somewhat shocked because they never expected someone as meek as her to be so dangerous. Laddie was snoring away softly on Dwayne’s chest and was the only person who didn’t hear the ordeal.

“So you killed your whole coven…impressive.” David watched her with his icy gaze.

“Impressive? The hell are you on about?” Jordan was confused.

“C’mon, killing five vampires alone is not an easy thing to do! Especially someone like you, that’s what anyone would call impressive.” Paul supported David’s statement and egged her on with enthusiasm.

“So what if it was impressive? I could care less how cool it might’ve been. That was one of the worst nights of my life.” Jordan leaned back into Marko and sighed, continuing on with her tale.

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She never looked back as she ran, the boardwalk was still deserted when she got back to it. She mounted her bike and immediately went home, praying that nobody would see her bloody appearance. She got home rather quickly and dumped her bike aside and ran to the front door. But before she could open it, she faltered. Her parents were no doubt gonna be waiting for her, and she didn’t want them to see her like this. So she ran to the back of the house and found the doors leading into the basement and broke the solid metal lock in order to get inside. Even though there weren't any light sources to be seen inside, she could still see everything inside. Mainly old dusty boxes and items that belonged to her grandparents. She closed the doors behind her and haphazardly went down the steps and into the heart of the basement. A linear path led from the back entrance to a door leading into the house. She walked down the path and accidentally tripped on a lamp cord making a loud ruckus inside.

After settling everything down, she heard footsteps approaching the door inside the house. The door opened up and a light shined in Jordan’s face making her cringed. She saw her father shining a flashlight onto her face, his face agape with the shocking image of her daughter covered in blood.

“Jordan…what happened to you?” Harold made no move to leave or get closer and stayed where he was. Soon, Jane came over to see what was going on and was equally shocked if not more.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, just leave me here.” Jordan pulled into the shadows concealing herself.

“If you don’t talk about it, we can’t help you. Talk to us, Jordan.” Her father’s tone was calm and collected, he really just wanted answers more than anything.

Jane got over her initial shock and tried remaining calm, she moved down the steps and into the basement to try and talk to her daughter.

“Jordan, we aren’t gonna hurt you. We just want to know what’s going on, I promise we won’t get mad.” She took a few steps into the basement but stayed within the light coming from the house.

While Jordan didn’t quite budge at first, he took a minute to think. Her parents cared about her a lot so she believed they would show some understanding. But on the other hand, she never told them about her boyfriend’s affliction of being a vampire. She decided there was no reason to hide it any longer, her life was over anyways.

She peeked from her spot behind some boxes, “You promise you won’t get mad?”.

“Cross our hearts.”

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“Man, your parents are saints compared to mine. My dad kicked me out for being gay…” Paul chimed in.

“Wasn’t it also because of drugs?” Dwayne countered.

“Well that too, but mainly for being gay.”

Jordan shook her head at his comment, Star looked at Jordan curiously.

“Your parents seemed to take you being a vampire rather well considering you still live with them now.”

“Yeah, it surprised me though. I mean, I never told them a damn thing about this vampire business and yet they totally took it better than I ever could’ve expected. I thought my dad was gonna take me out back and put me out of this misery.” Marko squeezed Jordan tight in his arms.

“If he would’ve done that, I would’ve killed him.” Jordan only laughed at his statement.

“You didn’t even know me at that time.” She looked back at him and he only nuzzled into her.

“But we’re practically soulmates, he would’ve been destined to die by my hands one way or another if he took you away from me.”

Jordan made a mental note to tell her father about what Marko said.

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Sitting at the dining table, the family all sat in silence. Jordan had gone at length to explain everything that had happened, her parents were admittedly peeved a bit at the fact their daughter never elaborated on anything before. But the damage had been done and now her parents were at a loss, they weren’t quite sure where to go from here. Jordan made no move to sway their minds in any way, she just sat and waited to see what they would say.

“Jordan, you know we love you right?” Jane spoke first, Jordan still refused to even look in their direction.

Jordan nodded wordlessly.

“Even though we aren’t thrilled about what’s happening, we don’t want you to shoulder this alone. You understand?” She reached out a hand towards her daughter as a sign of affection.

“Why, I’m a killer now.” Jordan stared off into space blankly.

“Why? Because you’re our god damn daughter, that’s why. That no good piece of shit tried to take you away from me and I’m not letting him succeed whether he’s dead or not. If him being a vampire didn’t bother you at all, there ain’t no reason that you being a vampire should bother us as well.” Harold spoke firmly, he genuinely wanted the best from his daughter.

He was definitely peeved by the situation but he wasn’t going to give Viktor the satisfaction of letting the vampirism drive his daughter away. Jordan finally looked at her parents and looked surprised, of all the outcomes she expected, this wasn’t one of them.

“Really, even though I’m a vampire?”

“We never gave up on you before, we aren’t going to do it now. Vampire or not.” Jane spoke warmly.

Jordan had no words to express her relief and gratitude she had been granted. She outstretched her hand and grabbed a hold of her mother’s already stretched out hand. It wasn’t going to be the easiest transition, but it was one she was willing to put herself through if it meant she could still live a somewhat normal life.

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“So through 1987, I spent that time adjusting to this new life I still live now. We worked on moving my stuff into the basement and all the stuff from the basement into my original room. I changed my appearance as well, and vowed to try to only kill those who deserve death.”

With that, Jordan had finished her story and left the others processing what she had said. Paul decided to applaud her finishing the story and was feigning tears as if he was moved by the story.

“Bravo! That was a beautiful story, thank you for sharing. Is that the whole story, Ms.Jordan?” He moved over to Jordan and Marko’s spot leaning onto both of them in interest.

“I have some stories, but I’ll save those for later.” David then stood up from his spot and spoke.

“Good call, the sun will be up soon. We should all get some shut eye before we burn.”

And with that, everyone got up to get going. Dwayne handed off a sleeping Laddie to Michael and Star and the boys all retreated to their bikes. Jordan hopped on her bike and watched as Marko joined her on his own, he started making a habit of taking her home even without her asking.

“Goodnight, love birds!” Paul called out to the two as they drove off.

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Jordan arrived home pretty quickly and was mentally exhausted yet satisfied, she weirdly felt a weight lift off of her shoulders. She was happy she didn’t have to keep this secret around her friends and felt somewhat free now. She climbed off her bike and Marko did the same, Marko seemed a bit bothered by something though. His face was rather peeved and he was biting his thumb, a trademark for a bothered or thoughtful Marko.

“What’s up Marko, you look bothered.” She walked up to him grabbing his large hand on her own.

“I keep thinking about that guy you were talking about in your story, Viktor.”

“What about him, he’s not around anymore? And I say good riddance.” She watched as he furrowed his brow, still thoughtful.

“I just want to pummel the lights out of him for what he did. Tried to make you his mate, but he didn’t fucking deserve you.” Marko pulled her close and held her possessively which caught Jordan off guard.

“You don’t have to worry about it, I’m yours now. Even if you can be a true shithead sometimes, at least you're honest about it.” Marko pushed her away to look at her, then he looked at the rising sun and thought for a moment. Without warning, he lifted Jordan over his shoulder and walked towards the door going into her house.

“Hey! What are you doing?” She watched as he snatched her house keys and opened the door.

“You said it yourself, you belong to me. So you aren’t gonna sleep alone tonight, maybe we can…make that official.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Jordan who caught onto what he meant and she immediately started trying to wiggle out of his grip to no avail.

“Like hell we are doing that now!” Jordan protested, but Marko made his way into her room and threw her onto the bed climbing on top of her cuddling into her and purring.

“I’m joking, but if you ever want all of me, just say the word and I’ll be there.” Jordan turned over and laid face to face with him purring back at him.

“I’ll take that into consideration, but I’m too tired right now.” It didn’t take the two very long before they both fell into their day sleep while holding each other in their arms. Bixby soon found his way onto the bed and slept at the foot of the bed with them.

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My Bandmates A Vampire

Chapter 3.

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Benny walks up to the door, plate of cling wrapped chocolate chip cookies in hand, and looks over his shoulder. His eyes meet with his grandma who's standing a few feet behind him, giving the boy a wicked stare.

She was gonna make sure he introduced himself.

He gulps and hesitantly rings the doorbell.

After a bit of waiting, and hearing many shuffling footsteps, there's a crack in the door. A single brown eye meets him.

"Hi?"

"Ahem, Hello. My Name is Benny Weir.” He says in a monotone, scripted voice. ”Is this the Morgan residence?"

"Uh. Are you a solicitor or something?" the voice answers “my parents aren’t home.”

“Am I a what?!?”

“You know, like a solicitor,” The eye glances around ”are you trying to sell me something?”

“Oh… No.”

Benny thought. Never mind.

"I just moved in next door and I wanted to introduce myself” he shuffles in place “and I brought cookies.”

“That’s funny I just moved in too,” the door fully opens. “Come on in.”

Benny finally gets to see the entire person standing behind the door.

It’s the same brown headed keyboarder he saw earlier. He held himself in an overly anxious posture, not knowing what to do with himself.

“So, what's your name and where can I put this?”

"Uhhhh,” he says with a shaky voice, gesturing to the coffee table. “you can put the plate over there.”

“And..?” Benny walks into the living room, awaiting a response.

"Uh… Ethan. Morgan." he says as if he wasn't sure of himself.

As Benny sets down the plate he notices the lit xbox controller and tangled headphones on the table, and looks at the tv.

"Yooo omg,” He stares at the gray pause screen “you have Left for Dead TWO?!?"

"Yeah." he laughs "My teammates are probably pissed at me for leaving."

"Oh my goddd multiplayer" Benny puts his head back "I'm so jealous"

"Have you not played it yet?"

"Augh yeah, I haven't had much time for videogames ever since I started my band." He boasts, shooting a smirk towards his new neighbor.

"You have a band?"

"Well er,” his confidence quickly deflates “used to."

"Oh, what happened?"

"I. Had to move." Benny’s smile is completely gone.

"Aw that sucks." Ethan twiddles his thumbs, Benny obviously didn’t wanna talk about this, "Do u wanna play left for dead?"

"WOULD I?" he excitedly jumps to Ethans couch, making himself comfortable.

"Shit, wait, I only have one controller." Ethan wasn’t used to having so many IRL people interested in playing video games with him.

Benny pogs "Omg, I totally got one at home! I'll be right back"

Before Ethan could even object, Benny rushes out the door and breezes past his grandma.

"Was it that bad?" She shouts

"NO!!” he yells, tripping over himself “I GOTTA GET MY XBOX CONTROLLER!!"

Grandma stands puzzled but assumes that means he’ll be coming back.

Benny rushes up stairs, winded and out of breath, he quickly digs through his backpack and remembers how everything was soaked.

He finds the hopefully not broken, white xbox controller and sprints back to Ethans.

"Hi. Hello.” he says in between pants. “I’m back."

"Idk. if this works. but." he hands Ethan the controller and puts his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

Ethan untangles the long windy cable wrapped around the controller and plugs it in.

"Hmmm,” Ethan says, holding and releasing the large X button over and over “It's not turning on"

"Bummer." Benny sighs.

"Do ya know what happened to it?"

"Yeah..." He sets himself on Ethan’s couch, rubbing the nape of his neck "All of my stuff kinda got wet since It was pouring from the airport til’ I got home."

"Rough," Ethan unplugs the controller, tilting it around to examine the damage, "I could try fixing it."

"Really?" Benny jumps out of his seat and puts both of his arms on Ethan’s shoulders “You can do that?!”

"I can try,” Ethan says failing to mask his blush, “I've never really done water damage before though."

"Well,” Benny lets go of him. “I mean it's not like you can break it even more."

"You'd be surprised." Ethan looks off to the side, remembering the box of broken electronics rotting on his To Do list. “Here, I have some tools in my room.”

“Woahh tools,” Benny teases, following Ethan up stairs “very manly."

They enter his box filled room.

Benny scoffs. "Haven't finished unpacking but still had your videogames out" he shakes his head.

"Augh hey! Blame Jane, not me."

"Who's jane?"

"Ah my.. half- wait step sister."

Benny impulsively says "Is she hot?"

Ethan’s heart sinks at the comment "She's eight."

"Ah," Benny uncomfortably tugs at his polo collar “Sorry.”

Ethan shakes his head as he scrolls though his phone, pulling up a how to wikia page.

“Hmmm,” he glances over the steps. “Yeah I can totally do this.”

“That's awesome, thank you dude!” Benny cheers looking over his shoulder.

“No problem.” Ethan starts digging through a large brown box labeled TOOLS and pulls out a screwdriver. “Wanna give me a hand?”

“Sure thing, Just tell me what to do!” Benny says positioning himself over the box.

Ethan tries to unscrew the controller's casing, “Ah, it's way too big.”

“That’s what she said.” Benny laughs

Ethan shoots him a very, very judgmental look. “Can you, um, hand me another screwdriver?”

“Of course” He says, replacing the one he was holding with a smaller one.

He tests it and replies “too small”

“That’s what she said…”

“Actually.”

Ethan starts to regret his life choices. “You can just go. Play downstairs or something. I got this.”

Benny pogs “OH MY GOD REALLY?”

“Yeah sure, you seem excited to play it. I don't wanna keep you waiting.”

Benny shakes him “you're the best man!” he practically sprints down stairs, skipping every other step.

Ethan quietly remarks to himself “Of course I get a crush on the first guy I see.”

He shakes his head and finally unscrews the first bolt on the controller's shell.

Benny plops down on Ethan's couch downstairs and scammers for the controller to start up the xbox

Benny's hands shake excitedly watching the xbox logo form on screen.

He puts on the flimsy gray headset.

Right when the xbox menu loads up, he sees a message from one of Ethan’s friends pop up on the screen.

"Xx_420Ror-ster_xX: dude did ur power go out or somethng???”

He then gets a party invite from said user Xx_420Ror-ster_xX

Benny accepts it and joins the call.

"Hey E wuz up?" a squeaky voice asks

Benny stays silent.

"Bro?"

Suddenly he gets a mischievous idea and a stupid smile spreads across his face.

"Muahahahaha! I hacked this account!"

Rory screams in terror. “No!”

“Yes!” Benny coughs, "I really just hacked him so I could play Left for Dead 2. Can you teach me how to play?"

"Why would I play with a hacker like you? I could get banned!!"

"Do it or I'll leak your ip."

They play a few rounds together.

Ethan's dad comes home and is startled to see a lengthy teenage boy sitting in his living room.

“Hello?”

"Hi." Benny says, eyes glued on the screen.

"Um,” He looks around, “why are you in my house?"

"Oh Ethan let me in!"

"Uh, Where's Ethan?"

“Oh, uh he’s in his room.” He says, putting all his attention on the screen in front of him. "Can't. Really. Talk Rn!"

He tilts his head and heads up stairs to Ethan's room.

There Ethan offers his dad a way better explanation.

"Oh he's our next door neighbor and wanted to meet us!"

"Why is he just playing video games downstairs by himself though?"

"Because only one controller works..."

"Alright...” Ethan’s Dad shakes his head “Why didn't he just say that??"

He walks off disgruntled.

After an hour or so, Ethan comes out of his room. Exhausted and tired waving Benny’s now perfectly refurbished, white xbox controller.

"Aw that's great dude!”

Benny has been playing for hours and wants to take a break before he plays with Ethan, they go to the kitchen to snack on grandma’s homemade cookies.

Ethan takes a bite out of one while pouring them a glass of milk and chews on it, trying to mask his disgust.

Benny takes one bite out of it and spits it out.

“Ew you like this stuff?”

“No… I don't,” Ethan puts down the half eaten cookie back on the plate. “I was just trying to be polite.”

“Omg dude don't worry I didn’t even make these,” Benny Laughs “my grandma did.”

“Oh thank god,” He shakes his head, putting the milk back in the fridge "Sooo what do you play?"

"Oh uh I guess mostly Xbox and PC games lik-"

"No no," Ethan cuts him off "I mean like what instrument did you play for your band?"

"Ohh. I played the drums and guitar and i was the lead singer!" he adds on.

"That's sick! Could I hear your stuff?"

"yeah! I can burn a CD for you!"

Suddenly there's a knock at the door, Ethan answers it and its grandma weir!

"Come on lets go Benny its time for dinner."

"Awe come on i didn't even get to play any video games with him yet!"

"But you've been here for hours!"

"Yeah but-"

"Lets go, you can come back later."

"Augh okay" he looks over at Ethan solemnly, heading towards the door.

"Wait,” Ethan stops him, “do you want your controller back?"

"Nah keep it, you fixed it anyways.” He smiles “Thanks for letting me play."

"Hey it's no problem," he holds Benny back a second longer. Trying to find the courage to say "could we play together some time?"

"Oh for sure! How does tomorrow sound?"

"Tomorrow sounds great." Ethan peeps.

#mbav #bethan #ethan morgan #benny weir #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire #fanfiction #fanfics #my bandmates a vampire

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justasimpleton-26 · 23 days

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A talk amongst bandmates

This fanfic is brought to you by my imagination. Brain, please let me have peace, I have 3 other novels I need to finish.

It hadn't taken much to convince them to leave their dimension and come help. The fact of the matter was, the moment Peni jumped in after being summoned by Spider-Ham, she'd designed the bracelets that allowed them to jump through dimensions and to control their atoms from offing themselves just by looking at Gwen's watch. And okay, she even got help from Spyder Byte, one of the newest additions to their rag-tag of a team. Probably what blew Gwen's mind was the friendship that was slowly brewing between Spider-Noir, and Spiderpunk. Peter Benjamin had been transfixed in trying to understand Hobie's colors. The nineteen-year-old detective would talk to Peni or Peter Porker and kind of just...gravitate to Hobie. It helped that some of their outlooks in life were similar too, just varying degrees of emotion. As the team began to familiarize themselves with each other, Peni broke away from the group, heading over to Gwen. The young fourteen-year-old had looked different since the last time they had seen one another; Peni's hair had grown a bit, and the usual bubbly exterior had been more subdued. There was a more focused look in her dark brown eyes, and now that Gwen could properly get a good look at her, she could see how tired Peni looked. Gwen was concerned and curious; what had Peni gone through in the time that they had separated and gone their own ways? "What happened to Miles?" Peni asked, and the question made Gwen freeze. Of course, Peter Benjamin, Peter Porker, and Peni had gathered back together without asking, but now that everyone was starting to come together as a team...questions were going to be asked. And Gwen could feel her throat close up, not wanting to give answers just yet. But Peni was staring at her, and soon the whole group had moved their attention from one another to her. Even little May-Day who had been pulling on Peter Noir's goggles seemed to feel the tension and settled back in Peter B.'s arms. Gwen sucked in a breath, and she told the whole story from the beginning.... 20 minutes later...

It was an uproar. Hobie had to hold back Peter Noir. Peter Porker was staring at Gwen and Peter B. as if he didn't understand who he was seeing. Pavi seemed nervous as he helped keep Spider Noir back. The only one who didn't seem to react as badly was Spyder-Byte, and that was only because she didn't understand much of what had happened. "You should have called me! Once you had your hands on that watch, you should have visited me, o-or one of the others." Peni cried out. "Peni, I wasn't allowed to go out on my own. My mission was to track down Spot and take him down before he could affect any other one of the timelines." Gwen explained as she knelt down to Peni's gaze. "I wasn't even supposed to meet Miles-" "Because he's the original anomaly, isn't he? He's the reason this 'Miguel' doesn't want him around or even part of the team." Peter Noir spat out. He'd calm down enough that Hobie had let him go. But Pavi was on the other side of him, so just in case, Hobie had back-up. "I can't believe you trusted that vampire freak in the first place." Peni replied, leaning away from Gwen. "He just seemed to know what he was doing, and had been doing this-" "Hold on. Peter B., you were also aware of this and you did nothing? Why, are you not a parent? Or do you not just like Miles?" Peter Noir spoke up, cutting off whatever it was that Gwen was going to say. Gwen could feel the dread and the anxiety churn in her belly. She took a deep breath as she thought about her response. "Look guys," Spyder Byte interfered, "You all have too many high expectations for Gwen. And I know, it's because we hold each other up to a high standard, being Spider People and all. But you have to remember, we all make mistakes. Gwen is actually trying to fix this one though. That's why she called you all up. She trusts all of you-all of us-to go and save Miles, stop the Spot, and fix this damn multiverse. Now, let's get started, shall we?" They murmured their agreement, heading out before Gwen. Gwen lingered back, but she smiled. The tension that had been there before had disappeared, and it was now time to get to work.

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cbrownjc · 4 months

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New Fic: Promises, Promises

My next fic in The Forgotten Years series, which I am writing with @faerywhimsy, is now finished! Please check it out over on AO3.

Title: Promises, Promises

Pairings: Lestat/Louis, Armand/Louis, Lestat & Armand, Armand/Daniel (past), Daniel/Louis (past), Armand/Daniel/Louis (past)

Summary: After Paris and four decades apart, Lestat and Louis finally reunite. However, due to a promise Louis has made to Armand, it can never be the full reunion that Lestat has long wished for.

That is unless Lestat takes matters into his own hands to try and get Louis out of his promise.

Rockstar Lestat Era — Show Canon with Book Canon Elements — Lestat’s POV

Completed — 12,547 words — Teen and Up

Santa Barbara, California, late October 1988

Looking out of the glass doors of the large Spanish-style house that sat high atop one of the bluff hills that overlooked the Pacific Ocean, Lestat de Lioncourt was aware of it.

A creature, outside in the darkness. Walking in the stillness, no human scent.

Lestat and the members of his rock band were scheduled to play their first major concert six days from now, on All Hallow’s Night, in Los Angeles. Yet, because of unknown threats being made toward them, he and his bandmates were, at the moment, staying hidden away in Santa Barbara.

Unlike Lestat, however, the others in his band — as well as his manager and lawyer — did not know that the threats towards them were not coming from humans. But from vampires.

Vampires who strongly disapproved of what Lestat was doing, and wished to kill him for it.

Yet, the now over 200-year-old Vampire Lestat felt no alarm or worry as the creature approached. On the contrary, the emotions he felt were a torrent-filled mix of apprehension, sadness, pain, joy, excitement . . . and love.

Out of all the other things Lestat felt at that moment, love was the most overwhelming feeling of them all.

For there was one telltale sign as to whom the creature that was approaching was. A sign, a sound, that he knew more intimately than any other sound in this world.

A heartbeat.

More importantly, the heartbeat of Louis de Ponte du Lac.

It was Louis that approached.

His Louis.

Lestat’s own heart began to skip at the revelation of who was approaching. He looked over at the tiny lights of the alarm box half half-concealed by the gathered drapery in the corner of the room. The alarm system promised sirens and alarms if anything, mortal or immortal, tried to penetrate the house.

At the edge of the back rod-iron gate is where Louis finally appeared. Slender figure, cinnamon brown skin, dark hair that was no longer styled short and sleek, but longer and more free. Moss-green eyes and clothing that appeared to be rather standard garments. In particular, a black sweater that hung a little too large on his body.

Louis had paused by the gate as if he was looking for — and then spotted — something not just beyond the backyard, but on the other side of what Lestat knew to be the electric blue haze of the glass veil he stood behind.

Yes. Louis had spotted him, for he now skillfully vaulted over the gate — which was over five feet tall — and began to make his way towards Lestat, towards the light.

Lestat felt a lump come into his throat as he began to tremble. He did as quick a scan as he could have the night for any others, for danger still lurked and he must still keep vigilant of it.

But, in truth, none of it mattered to him as much now. Because Louis has come. Louis was here.

That had been the main thing that this had all been about, his rock star career. Finding his companion’s heart again.

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comfymoth · 9 months

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Also (same anon who just learned about bats)

THE CRANE WIVES ARE GONNA BE PERFORMING LIKE AN HOUR OR TWO AWAY FROM ME AND I CAN’T GO BC WE’VE ALREADY SPENT ENOUGH MONEY ON TICKETS THIS YEAR 😭😭

Also also, bit late to the question thing, but any hcs for monster au wil? He’s my favorite

NOO oh this is so sad, i’m so sorry!!

monster au wil hcs though, hmmm, okay lemme see what i’ve got

- he feels like the whole vampire rockstar thing is a little played out after the vampire chronicles did it, but he’s determined to not be so cliche about it

- he doesn’t make much of an attempt to hide being a vampire from his bandmates, but honestly? the indie scene is full of enough freaks that his behavior isn’t even that weird. the guys just roll with it. as long as he can still play and carry a tune, who cares if he’s eccentric?

- he collects postcards from all the different cities he’s been to. he used to just keep them, but now he sends them to tallulah

- also, thanks to tallulah, he’s learning how to cook for the first time in his life! he never needed to know before, y’know, it’s not like he eats Food, but now he’s sheepishly learning from phil so he can make family meals once in a while.

- he has a pretty good relationship with phil, actually. granted, phil’s a little exasperated with his kid’s complete inability to stay in one place, but he’s always gonna be there when he comes home.

#qsmp #qsmp monster au

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☠✧ 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 » 𝒆.𝒎 ✧☠

6801 words. Story features famous!Eddie Munson and famous / groupie!reader. Possessive!Eddie. Daddy kink, public sex, breeding kink… I might make this into a yandere!vampire! Eddie but… we'll see. Part (1) of (5).

There's not much smut in this story, as this is the beginning of the groupie! series. The song is based off of 'Camp Rock'. LMAOO. If you like this story and wish to see more, do comment, reblog and give it a like! It's much appreciated. (Tips are also appreciated, but not to be expected. Ko-fi is here.)

With adrenaline pumping through his body, Eddie shouted into the microphone while strumming a chord on his guitar, the blissful smile never vanishing from his rosy red lips.

"Good evening, New York! My name is Eddie Munson and I'm very happy to be performing here in front of all of your lovely faces. I hope everyone is having a great time, so far! I wish to also give a quick shout out to the incredible performers that have taken the stage this evening, too. Why don't we give them a hand!?"

A shout breaks out as plastic glasses and bottles held by tailgaters who are making a day of the performance splash into the air. Eddie should have been alarmed by the overwhelming quantity of people, but he wasn't.

He admired all he saw. Loved the feeling of finally being recognized for his talent. He loved having the spotlight on him.

Finally, his dreams were becoming a reality. Nevertheless, what would one anticipate from this kind of crowd?

Even if Eddie's band - Corroded Coffin - was a total loser fest and sung shitty songs and performed poorly, it wouldn't have mattered to them nor the audience.

It was a free event that featured a variety of bands, and even if they were total trash -- which they weren't, thank you very much -- it seriously wouldn't matter because the crowd was too drunk to care and at the end of the night, Eddie and the rest of the group got paid, regardless. It was a win-win.

The festival they were performing at was a larger version of Coachella, but it also included up-and-coming musicians, like Eddie and his band, in addition to more well-known ones.

They were up-and-coming musicians like all the others, seeking to break out in the industry and experience a taste of the spotlight. Judging by the ecstatic reaction of the crowd when their name was announced, they were clearly well on their way there. Corroded Coffin were a formidable force.

A dozen youngsters shouted out from the front row, just a few feet away, about how much of a fan-fucking-tastic time they were having. That, and 'hurry the fuck on!' Eddie gave them a wink before strumming his guitar once again. He nodded over at Gareth, looking over his shoulder at his bandmate, who took that as a cue to start hitting his drums.

"This song is for everybody who is experiencing a difficult summer, perhaps even dealing with rougher, darker and negative feelings, maybe even a harder life.... Well, I say you have one life to live, so go and live it before the clock runs out, before time stops ticking. This song is a reminder to never, ever, take life too seriously and to always appreciate what it has to offer. The good and the bad... Let's fucking have the time of our lives, alright, everyone!?"

The crowd responded by roaring, the echo was so loud that Eddie swore glass in the distance just shattered. The following hour seemed to fly by as the crowd and Corroded Coffin appeared to be having the time of their lives.

Eddie practically floated his way toward the back stage when the lights went out. "Yo! That was incredible." Their third bandmate, Jeff said.

"I know right! Undoubtedly, that was our best performance to play yet. Did you all notice how the crowd went wild when they said our name?" Gareth enquired while maintaining his sparkling eyes, making it clear that the adrenaline hadn't worn off.

He then called out to their manager, "Chrissy! Yo, Chrissy! We're bloody fuckin' rockstars, dude! We owned that shit!" Gareth couldn't help but be thrilled. He was like a kid in a candy store, that they all laughed with him, feeling the exact same way.

"I'll celebrate with y'all in a sec. I'm just going to get something to drink, I'm parched." Eddie said, handing his guitar over to Chrissy. "We don't have to leave now though, right?" Jeff asked. They all looked at Chrissy who felt her cheeks burn by the number of eyes that was staring at her.

To think that she would have gotten used to this job by now... She rolled her eyes at them, "You guys can stay till the end of the concert. It's not like you have anything lined up for the next two days." She told them, signaling with her hands that they could disperse.

"Sweet! Thanks, Chrissy!" Jeff said, placing a huge kiss on her cheeks before he ran away. "Hey!" Chrissy laughed as she wiped off where his lips had come in contact with her skin.

"Don't drink too much! 'Cause I am not cleaning it up! And don't do anything you'll regret in the morning!"

*~*

Every sight and sound reminded Eddie that this was the nicest location on earth as he passed past some people during the concert in an open arena. He hopes that he'll perform here again, expect as a headliner than an opening performer.

The arena was alive with activity as music blared from the speakers, electricity swept the room, and unidentified people danced to the beat.

He eventually arrived at the set-up tiny bar, requesting a tequila shot from the grumpy-looking bartender.

"Your ID?" The bartender posed a query while crossing his arms over his chest. Eddie pointed to the stage and told him, "Really, dude? I was just on stage, performing."

The bartender was quick to reply with sarcasm, "And I just performed with Beyonce.... Rules are rules.... dude."

Eddie sighed and fished inside his back pocket until his fingers brushed over his wallet, bringing it out, Eddie waves it in front of the bartender. He then showed him that yes, he was legally allowed to drink.

"I'll have my tequila now." The ends of Eddie's lips tugged up into a smirk. The bartender narrowed his eyes at him before he turned around to get him his shot.

Eddie found himself waiting longer than he would have liked for his shot. He was being held up on purpose by the bartender.

"Asshole..." Eddie mumbled to himself before settling down on the bar stool. He turned around while tapping his foot to the current music being played.

He looked around and laughed when he observed a pair making out since they appeared to be capable of openly mauling each other. Eddie screwed his nose at the sight and hoped that it wouldn't be him at the end of the night when he turned to his left and saw a young man throwing up.

Eddie once more searched the crowd until he stopped. He then looked to his left, then his right before he finally focused his full attention onto the girl.

She was... well, she was simply breathtaking, as they often say in corny rom-coms. She donned a form-fitting, tight-looking black dress, matching fishnet undergarments, and glossy, black leather boots.

Eddie saw her as an apple he had been longing to bite into. He wanted to taste her sweetness, have her juices running down his face as he devoured every last drop..... fuck.

It had been a little too long since he's last had his cock sucked and ate someone out..

He felt intimidated by the sheer, unadulterated desire that was rattling around in his chest and threatening to make things more difficult than he needed them to be while wearing his charcoal gray slacks. Particularly when he comes to the realization how tight his jeans were becoming as he stared at her.

Eddie's thoughts were interrupted when the bartender said, "Here's your shot of tequila." Eddie blinked as though startled out of a fog, "Oh, uhh.... Right, yeah. Thanks, man." He remarked, taking the tequila shot and immediately downing it.

She was still there when he turned to look in the direction he had seen his once-in-a-lifetime girl. Clearly not in his dreams, the waitress next to the bartender giggled as she gestured to the empty glass around his hands.

"Another shot?" The waitress enquired, holding back her smirk. Eddie simply nodded and motioned for the bartender to pour him another shot with his hands. The waitress walked away, giggling and blushing, secretly wishing it was her that Eddie was lusting after.

"Why don't you approach her and start a conversation? That way you can stop salivating all over my counter like a horny dog." The bartender said, his arms once again returning back to his chest, folded out in front of him.

Eddie turned back to the bartender, almost choking on the drink he had received.

"What? No." Eddie laughed, claiming that he wasn't drooling over her, at all, and that she was way out of his league. He didn't realize he had been so overt in his desire for her.

Eddie was earlier glancing in the same general direction as the bartender, who shrugged as well. "Hmm.... true. She does appear to be far beyond your level." The bartender said in a matter of fact tone.

Eddie was quite nervous about approaching her, which was ironic because Eddie always felt he was confident. He didn't like how the bartender put it, but.... the man was absolutely correct.

"Listen, man... You told me that you just performed up there, right? There are hundreds of people here, so I don't understand the big deal about going up to one female to chat to her," the bartender said with a roll of his eyes.

"Look, if it's liquid bravery you need, I can help with some of that. Just quit panting here like some dog," the bartender added.

Eddie paid attention to what the bartender said, taking everything in he said to heart and he was completely correct—all he needed was some liquid courage.

After all, how difficult could it be to approach one girl after having just performed in front of thousands of people? 'I can do this,' he thought as he downed the last of the shot that had been poured for him and stood up from the barstool.

Eddie paused for a brief moment before laughing, the realization hitting him. 'Calm yourself, Eddie. You're not entering a battleground. You'll be fine.' He reminded himself.

She was alone and engaged in phone conversation when he approached her. He cleared his throat as he ran his fingers through his hair.

They immediately caught eyes as soon as she looked up from her phone.

When she drew his attention, she grinned so brightly it could have been mistaken for the sun. Eddie's heart actually fluttered.

There it was. No time for queues. 'Just talk to the attractive woman for fucksakes,' he told himself. Eddie chuckled as he continued to nervously play with his hair, "Seems I've been caught gazing....."

"I'm afraid I'm guilty on that count, too," She said, her voice laced with a torch-singer sultriness, her words telling him to keep going.

There was something about her tone, which was quiet but assured, that made him smirk. "Eddie," he said, holding his palms out in introduction. His was encircled by her hands.

"Nice to meet you, Eddie. I saw your performance up there and I must say, I now understand what everyone is really screaming about." She said with a playful wink.

"Milady, I appreciate the compliment, dearly." She laughed as he made a faux bow.

"Actually, I was just telling my friend about how awesome your songs are and how I really like them." Eddie put his hand on his chest, "Wow, I'm honored to have all these comments for myself and my band coming from such a gorgeous girl."

"However, I would like to put a name to that pretty face of yours." He said. Her face flushes instantly with warmth at the compliment.

"Oh... well, it's--"

"Sinister Angels! Sinister Angels!" A man with a headphone and paper in his hands yelled out, making them both look at him. She turned back to him, "I have to go," she said, smiling up at him but her eyes told him otherwise. It wasn't like when she had smiled up at him the first time. She had the type of smile that even her eyes smiled along with her, but this time around it wasn't like that.

"But why?" Eddie asked in confusion but she had already turned on her heels and was heading backstage. Despite not knowing her name and not wanting to act like a stalker, Eddie wanted to reach out to her but decided against it. The man sighed in defeat.

He scowled, his brows furrowed, 'Great, the one time a girl really catches my attention and I didn't get learn her name.' He murmured to himself, shaking his head sadly.

"Yo, Eddie! Eddie, what's up, man!!?" Eddie heard Jeff calling from a distance and turned to see him heading in his direction.

"Where the hell have you been, dude?" Jeff asked while gasping and stooping, his hands resting on his knees. Jeff continued to pant before he added, "Bro, I really need to start using my gym membership, I'm so out of shape." Eddie laughed and gave a playful push on his shoulder, nearly sending the man tumbling down. "Gareth should really start listening to us," Eddie said.

"You pay for shit and don't end up using any of it." Eddie laughed as Gareth came up behind Jeff.

"Which is why I don't bother. The only memberships that matter, however, are the memberships to get into these wicked nightclubs, dude. What have you been up to, anyways, man?" Eddie was ready to speak when Jeff repeated his question, but Gareth waived his hands in the air to cut him off.

"Forget about that; you're seriously missing out on a lot. You know what I just saw? It was the coolest thing I had ever seen! I witnessed a magician perform magic tricks backstage, dude.... Total radical. Anyways, would you like to play a drinking game with us?" Gareth asked while hurriedly forming his words.

Eddie groaned; he was used to Gareth being this way, incapable of concentrating on one thing at a time. He often acted like a little child experiencing a sugar rush.

"Yeah, sure, why not? Where is this drinking game occurring, though, and does Chrissy even know about this?" questioned Eddie with an arched brow, because he was fully aware of their manager's unwillingness to even approve such an event.

Gareth merely grinned apologetically and said, "What Chrissy doesn't know wouldn't hurt her, dude." He didn't say another word before turning to head in the direction of the gathering spot for the drinking game.

When they arrived, Jack and Chris, the last remaining members of their band, were already seated at a table with a few other young people, some of whom were more girls than guys. Eddie greeted a few people who seemed familiar and took a seat on the other side of the room.

"You okay, dude?" Jeff asked, a hint of concern coating his words.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Eddie replied.

"I don't know, I guess it's probably because you appear to have had your favorite candy stolen?" Jeff asked with a slight snort. Eddie didn't know that his expression had turned sour on his little walk to this place.

"I'm fine, it's probably just from the shot of tequila I drank, you know..."

"Bro, I've seen you drink before, and quite the contrary, you always seem so delighted when you're shoving alcohol down your throat. Even if it's the most disgusting thing you've ever had, you still drink it. And somehow, you never get sick either. So, what is it? What's really bothering you?"

Eddie shrugged and ignored all the questions that were thrown at him. "Whatever man, let's just play this ridiculous drinking game." All the lights in the arena went out just as they were about to deliver the cups, and then the stage light and the entire arena lit up at once.

"What the hell! Who are those people?" Gareth pondered. "Forget about that; I'm more upset that we didn't even consider making such an entrance!" Jeff said with a slight pout as he focused intently on the stage. The band that was playing was now in the spotlight and what Eddie saw nearly caused him to fall over.

"What the fuck..." He muttered under his breath, "Good evening, New York. We're the Sinister Angels." The sultry voice spoke into the mic. The entire crowd burst out into fits of excitement again. Eddie on the other hand felt his jaw drop.

"Dude, I know she's hot but you would probably have to pick up your jaw from the floor at this rate that you're staring at her." Eddie didn't pay attention to what Jeff had just said.

He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing for the second time this evening. It was the stunning woman from before; she was the band's lead singer.

She shared the same attire as the other girls there: a form-fitting black dress with angel wings perched on her shoulder.

"Holy shit... Do you think it's possible I can wed one of them?" Gareth claimed that they were all attracted by what they saw, and that when they began singing, it appeared as though they were all under hypnosis.

Jeff, in an amazement, muttered: "These girls are really fantastic, like A-level good," he said with his gaze fixed on the stage like the other guys.

"Where have you been all my life?!" Gareth shouted, turning a few heads in their direction. They all stayed until the very end to watch their performance, and when the Sinister Angels finished, they received a standing ovation.

"I'll be right back, you guys." Getting up from his chair, Eddie made his way backstage to see if he could locate the less mysterious girl. He had to give the stunning woman's face a name because there was no way he was leaving this spot without seeing her one final time or without speaking to her.

"Excuse me, coming through. Sorry," He murmured a string of apologizes as he zig-zagged through the crowd. The backstage was crowded, but he was able to see her (H/C) hair and the outfit she had been flaunting on stage, the plastic feathery wings swooshing around with each stride she took.

Her identity was unknown to him, and she was moving in the opposite direction, getting further and further away.

"Sinister Angels' lead vocalist!" He screamed once more, this time louder, making a few angry bystanders glance in his direction. Hearing her title called, the girl turned around, an instant smile blossoming across her face.

Eddie almost leapt for joy when he saw that he finally got her attention and she stopped walking.

She had then turned her head for a second, speaking to three other girls that he assumed were her bandmates. They were dressed the same so he sort of put two and two together.

He really didn't pay any attention to the others on stage, as his sole focus was mainly on her.

Eddie finally jogged up towards her, chuckling as he pushed his hair back and away from his eyes.

"Hey, so you're a musician too... How come you didn't mention it?" He asked. She smiled at him, laughing softly as she then shrugged her shoulders.

"We never really got the chance to get to that part of the conversation." She replied.

"Okay, okay... fair enough. Before we continue with this conversation, however, I really do need to put a name to that pretty face of yours. I can't keep calling you the 'Lead Singer of Sinister Angels'." He joked. The smile grew bigger as she laughed a little louder this time as she nodded.

"Yeah, I guess you can't. My name is (Y/N)." She finally said, introducing herself.

"(Y/N)." Eddie echoed, loving the way her name rolled so smoothly from his lips.

"Well, (Y/N) it's a pleasure. You and your band absolutely fucking aced that shit up there. Your entrance, too? It was really fantastic, absolutely phenomenal." He gushed.

"Thank you; our manager actually came up with that. He advised making a big entrance." Her voice was upbeat and joyful as she spoke.

"Well, it turns out that your manager wasn't mistaken—you definitely caught everyone's attention." As he spoke, he never dared look away from her gaze, not wanting to break apart the connection they were building. Surely, she felt it too, didn't she...?

The entire arena was filled with music. Having just performed and then watched (Y/N)'s performance too, his ears were still ringing loudly and he couldn't truly focus on what all was being said. He wanted her to know he had her full attention.

"I realize this is strange, but would you like to dance with me? We can go somewhere else? Maybe, a little more reserved and quiet?"

For what seemed like an eternity to Eddie, there was a beat of stillness. (Y/N) appeared to be thinking about what he had asked her. She then developed this determined look in her eyes.

"Let's do that, sure. After all, summer is here. We must let go and lose our minds, right?" (Y/N) gave him a wink before swaying her hips as she moved by him.

Either she purposely pushed herself against him as she moved or it was completely by accident... Nonetheless, his breath hitched and he drew in a deep, shaky breath.

(Y/N) threw her hair over her shoulder and turned to face Eddie, "You coming or what?" She pondered, giving him a sultry smirk. Eddie was just staring, gawking at her. "Fuck, yeah." He grinned.

*~*

They were still within easy walking distance of the party and close enough to still hear the music in the parking lot, which looked like a fine location to be alone themselves since there weren't many people around.

(Y/N) wasn't normally one to engage in flings or anything similar, so she didn't expect her night to go as planned. But as soon as she set eyes on Eddie, she knew she had to have him. Even if it was for a night... Although, she did hope something more blossomed over time.

"C'mon, let's dance," As Eddie approached from behind her, she pulled on his hand to encourage him to dance.

(Y/N) danced while keeping her eyes closed and leaning against Eddie's chest. She moved involuntarily in response to the music, moving her hips and reaching out to touch Eddie's neck, wrapping her arms around him.

(Y/N) cherished the physical release that dancing provided. Her head was supported by Eddie's broad, huge chest, and his strong arms landed on her hips. Their bodies were in unison as he followed her step for step.

(Y/N) had a thrill as she felt him pressing every inch of him against her. Although he was tall, he moved with ease, and his grip on her hips began to restrain her motion by forcing her body to perform what he desired.

While breathing him in and attempting to drown at the time, never wanting to let go of this moment, (Y/N) settled into the beat and eventually found herself lost in not only Eddie's touch but the rhythm of the music that played in the distance.

Eddie touched (Y/N)'s arms possessively as (Y/N) lowered her hand to them. His hands were large and powerful, his forearms were covered with hair, and when he moved, his muscles rippled.

She wondered how it'd feel if he wrapped his hand around her throat while his other hand goes down on her, softly pushing his fingers in & out of her wet, soaking cunt.

She gasps suddenly, coming back into reality from her naughty daydreams due to Eddie pressing up against her as he lined his pelvis up against hers, placing his hardening cock against the back of her ass.

At least she wasn't the only one who was thinking dirty thoughts..

(Y/N) shivered as Eddie leaned forward, his cheek brushing against her face and stubble rubbing against her flesh. He kept adding more and more flames to the fire that was already burning in her body, never letting it go out.

The deep timbre of Eddie's voice rumbled from his chest to hers as he murmured, "You're stunning, babe," He said, warm breath tickling her skin. She flushed with heat, trying to respond without coming off too flustered.

"Thank you...I appreciate it," (Y/N) said. "You're not so bad yourself," She giggled. Eddie placed a light kiss on her neck after running his nose down her cheek, the faintest smile on his face at the compliment she gave him.

When he inhaled deeply, breathing in the lovely scent that was a mixture of strawberries & cigarettes, his hands went slowly up up her waist to rest just beneath her breast.

He caressed (Y/N)'s with gentle, ghostly gestures made with the tips of his fingertips, causing goosebumps to emerge on her skin.

(Y/N)'s breathing quickened, her pussy began to flush and the sensation of moisture soaks into her thong.

Fuck... she was wet. She could even feel her arousal dripping down her legs.

When Eddie abruptly turned her around, (Y/N) opened her eyes and craned her neck to look into his deep, dark brown eyes.

(Y/N) grinned up at him while attempting to maintain her composure and avoid appearing foolish.

"I must say, you're not a bad dancer. You sing well and dance well, too..." Eddie grinned back at her and made a joke about how he was "full of many surprises." Her hands were then taken and placed on his shoulders. He then pulled her close while bending his knees so that they were lined up chest to chest. He resumed dancing as one of his thighs slid between her legs.

(Y/N) felt very vulnerable, but that was exactly what she wanted, wasn't it? Intimacy. He pushed her forward with his thighs.

When her breast touched his chest, her nipples tingled, and (Y/N)'s hands slid up and down his shoulders, feeling his sculpted muscles. She had too many sensations at once.

She was on sensory overload. Suddenly, they both felt hypnotized as his gaze locked onto her (e/c) eyes. Her body was on fire from Eddie's piercing look. His lower lip biting caused (Y/N)'s gaze to flit to that movement.

As she saw his lips arc into a seductive grin, (Y/N) felt her face and the rest of her body flush with heat. Oblivious to the other, the both of them felt as though their bodies were live wires since the chemistry between them was so obvious and strong.

"The van is open; would you like to come in?" (Y/N) questioned as she fixed her eyes carefully on Eddie's, perhaps signaling to him what she wanted.

"Don't you think we'll get caught?" Eddie enquired merely for the sake of clarification. He was equally prepared and willing to follow through on her requests.

"Live a bit, Munson," she laughs before she pulled him into the open van that was behind them. At the back of the van, there was a long seat full of cushions and blankets.

(Y/N) pushed him back and stood in front of him because she didn't want to waste any more time. She needed to be fucked then and there.

For a moment, Eddie appeared puzzled. Almost drunk-like. He hadn't even had her pussy yet and he was pussy drunk.

(Y/N) sat on Eddie's lap with her legs crossed and her dress up just over her thighs, not high enough for Eddie to view, however.

(Y/N) reaches for Eddie's hands and places them on her thighs, just above her dress, as he fixes his gaze on her. His bottom was still tugged between his teeth and his eyes were full of desire and want.

His eyes almost appeared completely black. He was hungry and was dying to devour that pussy of hers. He wanted to make her scream until she lost her voice. Wanted to fuck her so hard and so deep, she'd be limping for a few days... Fucking hell... Eddie just wanted to have her, to be inside of her and feel her tight cunt squeezing his cock.

"Anybody could literally come in here right now and find us..."

"This was your idea," Eddie said jokingly. "Besides, I think they'd find this performance even more spectacular. Your pretty, pink pussy on full display, legs sprawled in the air while a fat and girthy cock is drilling into you.... I bet people would pay to see that. Bet you and I would even win an award. We'd be rich, making a sex-tape, you and I."

(Y/N) couldn't help the moan that slipped from her lips as she shuddered at his words. She pauses for a moment, trying to see what words were as dirty as his that'll get him going, get him harder than he has been.

"Fuck, you're nasty, Munson. You going to fuck me like I'm some kind of nasty bitch, huh? You think I'm some slut, too, huh? That I'd enjoy being watched by other people, have others watching my pussy getting stretched out and fucked by the lead singer of Corroded Coffin? If so, you'd be right..." She hummed, a smirk instantly blossoming across her face as Eddie groaned, his hands digging into her hips as she talked dirty to him.

His hands grab her ass, causing her to squeak in surprise. Eddie pushed her closer to him again and kissed her, hard and hungry. (Y/N)'s body melted into Eddie's and she felt him harden between her legs.

His hand traveled up her body and into her hair, giving her a slight tug. His mouth traveled from hers, down her neck, and onto her shoulder. Her breath quickened and she felt herself grinding on him.

She has never been so desperate for someone before... (Y/N) wanted to feel him everywhere.. But first she wanted his mouth on her breast, so she pushed his face closer to her cleavage. As soon as Eddie realized what she wanted, he pushed her dress down.

"No bra?" He asked, more to himself than to her. "It's just a hassle, now get on with it." Was (Y/N)'s only reply. She moaned as he softly touched her left breast and squeezed it.

He bent down and gave her left breast a powerful suck, instantly latching his mouth around her areolar before fully placing her boob into his mouth.

"That feels nice, fuck..." (Y/N) sighed, fluttering her eyelids closed as she allowed herself to drown in the ultimate pleasure that was his warm, wet mouth.

Eddie's hand was now on her thigh, running up the top of her thigh and through her dress.

(Y/N) made an audible moan as he caressed her thigh, loud enough for anybody nearby to hear.

Eddie approached her pussy, slowly sneaking up and he smirked mischievously as he softly brushed his fingers against the outside of her clothed cunt, making her gasp at the sudden touch.

It was as if she had been electrocuted. Her body was on fire, the heat hadn't stopped forming and blazing through her.

(Y/N) raised herself just enough for Eddie to grab her panties, in response, he slightly lowered them, pulling them down the best he could.

(Y/N) got up from his lap, climbed onto the van's seat, took off her drenched underwear, and spread her legs apart. This time, Eddie had a good look at her pussy. Her thighs and pussy glistened in the light because she was so drenched.

"All of this for me, sweetheart? Why, I'm honored." She scoffed and gave him the bird. He instantly began to explore and touch her with his hand, however, quickly going back to business.

Softly, he thumbs her hardening clit and runs her juices over herself. He then placed her wetness into his mouth, sucking on his fingers. Eddie groans in reply at how sweet she tasted.

Eddie then grabbed her thighs and prodded them with his tongue. Here and there, he'd nibble and bite down onto her skin.

Gently, Eddie's kissing her inner thighs up until his tongue reached her opening and he shoved inside of her.

(Y/N) chewed her lip in an effort to maintain as much silence as possible. While his fingers then slid in, his tongue discovered her clit and he sucked harshly, tongue lapping up her cunt like a dog drinking water after a hot summer's day.

Eddie's fingers gave up on her exploration. She was pulled down into his lap after he opened his pants and exposed his cock.

Even the smallest drop of precum was leaking from the crown of his cock. Without any hesitation whatsoever, Eddie shoved her down, placing her on his cock while snarling about how good of a girl she is and how good she's about to be fucked.

He was like a rapid animal, as soon as she was fully settled on top of him, he moved her hair aside and bit into her neck, making her scream with delight and pain.

"You're so fucking tight, (Y/N). Fuck! I can't wait to pump you full of my cum." (Y/N) has never felt pleasure like this before, has never been more wet in her entire life: Even when swimming and being in a pool of water, she's never been wet the way she was now.

She would've laughed at her own joke had Eddie not hit a certain part of her that made her screaming with ecstasy. She rolled her eyes in the back of her head as her fingers claw down his back, surely making his skin bleed due to her long nails.

"Fuck, that's it, baby. You like it when I talk dirty to you? Well, guess what, sweetheart; You're my good little breeding bitch from here on out. You wanna be my bitch, baby? Be my good cockwhore? Be a good cumslut for Daddy and take every last drop he gives you? Fucking hell, (Y/N)... Can't wait to bust a load into that tight fucking cunt..."

Eddie's so close, she can feel it. His cock is twitching and his thrusts -- along with her own -- are sloppy and there's sweat rolling down both of their skins like rain had just been pouring down on top of them.

The windows to the van were all fogged up, and those who were outside could clearly tell what they were doing. If not by how foggy the windows were but because of how loud (Y/N)'s moaning was.

"You going to cum for me, bitch? Hmm...? Going to make a mess all over me? All over yourself? Go on, do it. I wanna see you cum. Wanna feel your pussy clenching around me as you let loose."

"I-I'm... fuck, Eddie..." She can't. She wants this feeling to never, ever, go away. It's too good. Too damn good but she can't hold back anymore.

With her nails deep into his back, her eyes practically in the back of her head, she lets out almost an ear-piercing, glass-shattering scream as she comes undone.

"There we go. That's a good whore. That's what I'm talking about. Fuuuck.... here I go, baby. Want me to fill you up, don't you?"

(Y/N) nodded, though her head felt heavy and she was still coming down from her own high.

"Yeah, o'course you do. You're Daddy's good cumslut, want every last fuckin' drop, oh fuck-- I'm coming," He chants before he, himself, rolls his head as he reaches his peak. Just at the feeling of his cum inside of her, makes (Y/N) mewl like a kitten.

It's a good thing she's on the pill....

Easing herself off of him, (Y/N) goes to put her panties back on. She then sat down next to Eddie who was breathing heavily, as if he had just run an entire marathon.

"Shit! That was wonderful.... Believe it or not, I've have never done something that before..." She admitted. Eddie heaved a little and added, "Well, I'm glad to be the first." He pushed (Y/N)'s hair behind her ear before leaning in for a kiss. They were, sadly, taken aback by a buzz. They separated while Eddie was quick to give an apology.

"Let me just quickly retrieve that — that's my phone." He said, though it was rather obvious what it was.

He took his ringing phone in his hand before clicking down onto the answer button.

Without even examining the caller's I.D., he responded sternly, "What?" he barked.

"Where the hell are you, Eddie?! We need to load up the trunk with all of our equipment but you have the car keys" The call was echoed by Chrissy.

"Oh my God. I completely forgot about that, just give me a few minutes and I'll be on my way, alright?"

Eddie turned his head to face (Y/N), giving her an apologetic smile. "(Y/N), I'll be back right away... Alright? I just need to give the keys back to the band so they can load up the van." His slacks were quickly pulled back as he explained what the phone call was about.

"Don't worry, Munson. I'll be here." (Y/N) informed him while giving him a brief kiss on the lips.

Where Eddie had last seen his bandmates, in the parking lot, they were no longer there.

He took out his phone, quickly dialing Jeff's number. "Hey, dude, where are you guys?"

He could hardly make out what Jeff was saying because of the music that was still going on. Eddie wanted nothing more than to return to (Y/N). He didn't have time for this nonsense. He made his way back to the parking lot to call Jeff once more, but this time, he didn't pick up.

'Where the fuck could these people be?' Eddie thought to himself.

Eddie decided to take a chance and check where they parked their car, after all, they said that they needed the key to the van. But, the problem was that it would take him a good ten minutes to get to where they parked their car and he had already wasted enough time as it is.

He then decided to run. Eddie couldn't believe that he was running just after he had the most amazing sex of his life. It was rather ironic, considering it did feel as if he had ran a marathon and here he was... basically doing exactly that.

When he did locate them, he groaned as he jogged up towards them. "Why the hell didn't you answer when I called those last few times?" He questioned them, a little irritated.

He could see that Jeff was trying to hold Gareth up. It seemed like Gareth had a little too much fun with that drinking game they were supposed to play.

"Where were you?" asked Chrissy, her eyes narrowing into slits at Eddie.

Eddie cleared his throat, for obvious reasons... he wasn't going to inform Chrissy of where his actual whereabouts were. "Oh, you know.. A little of this, a little of that..." He shrugged his shoulders. He rubbed the back of his head as he spoke.

Chrissy's gaze was burning a hole into his head but he wasn't going to give in and admit what he was really doing. It was nobody's business expect his own. Eddie then brought the keys out of his pocket and threw them to Chrissy. Surprisingly, she caught them.

"Right, well, here they are." He grinned.

"I gotta run now, see you guys later." He told them, running in the other direction.

"Hey! What the hell!? Where are you going now?" Chrissy asked, clearly annoyed by his behavior.

"Dude, we need to leave now. We don't want Gareth puking his guts out in the van," Jeff said, his tone matching Chrissy's.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. I just need to get something from someone ASAP." Eddie hollered as he gave them a quick wave before running towards where (Y/N) was located at.

"Hey, sorry I'm-" Eddie began but he soon realized that he was talking to an empty van. An empty parking lot, no less. He had taken almost thirty minutes to do what he wanted to do and he told her ten minutes.

"Great! Just fucking great. Fan-fucking-tastic..." He cursed. He didn't even get a chance to get her number and he didn't know where he would start looking for her in this entire crowd.

'At least I have her name and the name of her band.... I'll find you, (Y/N). I just gotta find you...' He murmured. What started as a sweet night turned sour quite quickly.. No matter what, though, Eddie Munson was determined to find (Y/N), the lead singer of 'Sinister Angels'.

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