KATIE!!

You sit on your date’s couch. The only sound heard being the tubi movie you and him were watching, though you really stopped watching after the first 5 minutes because it was genuinely so boring.

The date was NOT going well, the guy was named ‘Cameron’ and he BARELY would talk to you. You had tried to talk to him, but he was too immersed in the movie, though you couldn’t see how—the movie was TERRIBLE.

You were fidgeting with a lose thread in your sweater, when Cameron said something.

“Hey, uh, I’m gonna run to the store real quick. Feel free to get water or something. I really don’t care.” He says, before getting up.

What the hell man! You decided you're never gonna talk to this guy again after this because you hated men like this.

When you and your ex boyfriend, William met, y’all’s date was Kind of like this, but you stayed, and you dated for a year or so. You found out he had been kicked out of his own band (which you don’t know HOW you get kicked out of YOUR OWN BAND.) so he was actively searching for jobs. He didn’t find any jobs, but he found Ruth, Grace, Rosemary.. and Izzy. You confronted him about it, you got in a huge fight, and HE’S the one that broke up with you. You snapped out of your thoughts by Cameron speaking.

“Hello??? Y/N???”

“Oh yeah, sorry what were you saying?”

Cameron rolls his eyes before speaking again.

“While I’m at the store, my roommate might come back, and I don’t know where the hell he’s been so just be… I don’t know… cautious??”

You nod, before he walks out the front door.

You pull out your phone, and just start scrolling on TikTok for a few minutes. You were actually kind of happy you got some alone time after being out all day.

Your alone time is interrupted, by someone stumbling into the house. Probably Cameron’s roommate, you don’t look up, untill his roommate starts screaming at you. Your heart drops, and you look at the guy, it was William. What the fuck.

“WHAT ARE YOU-DOIN HERE…!?” William shouts, his words slurring. He was CLEARLY drunk.

You get up, leaving your phone on the couch. You put your hands up in surrender, because he looks… angry—VERY angry.

he lunges at you and you barely miss him by an inch, you hit the floor hard as he also falls to the floor.

“YOURNOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!” He screams.

“Calm the fuck down!” You say, getting back up, as William also gets up. He lunges at you, and this time he doesn’t miss. He slams into you. That shit HURT

“OW! WHAT THE HELL!” You shout at him.

He kisses you, and you pull away, and he wraps his hands around your neck.

“What the hell man! You’re the reason we’re not dating anymore. Remember? YOU’RE the one who broke up with ME! You’re the one who cheated!” You say in one breath, which took ALL your remaining air.

You feel him release your neck, and he drops to the floor. You look at him, and there’s tears rolling down his face, great, he’s crying.

“PLEASETAKE ME BACK—-I DIDNT MEANNN TO CHEAT ON YOUUUU!” He said, he was on his knees, begging. Was his ass actually begging for you?

“NO! I'M NOT TRUSTING YOU AGAIN! YOUR JUST GONNA CHEAT CAUSE THATS ALL YOU DO!” You scream at him. He gets up, and hits you. You grab his hair, and yank it, and you kiss him, and he kisses you back.

You stand in the Corner of the kitchen making out, and every few minutes, you would yank his hair hardly just to hear him whimper.

He slowly takes off your shirt, and you help him out but unbuckling his belt. As yall are making out, you feel him unclasp your bra, and you bite down on his lip out of surprise. He pulls back, and he smacks you with your bra, your eyes start to water from the burning sensation from the plastic clasp hitting your eye. You finish getting undressed, and he starts rubbing against your pussy.

You moan, as he starts going in and out.

The two of you fall to the ground. You continue making out as he starts thrusting in you. To keep yourself from moaing, you grip his hair tightly.

“STOPPULLING…MAHAIR SLUTTTTT…”

He grabs your hands, and pins them to the ground, his nails digging into your wrist

He cums inside of you, and your jaw tightens so you don’t moan.

“Stop pinning me this hurts!” You says, trying to take your hands back.

“Noooo~” he says, his usually loud voice actually soft for once. Holy shit, he was drunk—like drunk drunk.

The two of you start making out and he’s still thrusting in your, and you bite down hard on his lip, and he yanks his hands away from yours and brings one up to his lips, and one on the floor. When he sees you drew blood, he attempts to grab your wrists again, though you grab his shoulders and roll the two of you over.

You start to go up and down on him, as you grip his hair, he moans, and you feel his cock harden.

“Don’t you dare cum your gonna make a mess everywhere and your gonna piss cam off!” You demand, he nods, and you grip his hair tighter.

You start going up and down faster.

“Why are you evenehere…” he says.

“I was on a date with Cameron. Not a good date, learned from you apparently.” You say, clearly that made him mad, his soft grip on your back turned into him scratching your back to the point it drew blood and then slapping you. He rolled the two of you over, and started thrusting on you, pinning your hands to the ground again. You moan.

“Who thecheating 1…now?” William said.

The two of you hear the door open.

“Y/n?” Cameron said.

William gets off of you fast. Cameron walks into the kitchen with bags in his hands.

He sees the two of you on the ground, naked, and he drops both of the bags.

You wave goodbye to the previous fan as they walk away, as the person next in line walks up.

The guy is wearing a black hoodie, black jeans, and shoes. How? It’s like 100 degrees outside and he’s wearing that! He doesn’t have any skin showing. You can’t even see his face.

You feel kinda bad for him cause it’s probably really hot for him.

“Hi! How are you?” You say, as he hands you a cd of your newest album.

“Good..”

“Anything you want me to sign for you?” You ask, picking up a marker.

He drops to his knees—pants shuffling against the concrete when he falls.

“PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME! PLEASE I WILL PAY ANYTHING!”

You drop the marker from surprise.

“What?!”

“ANYTHING! I WILL PAY! I WILL LITERALLY GIVE YOU MY LIFE SAVINGS! PLEASE!” He yells.

You just stare at him in surprise.

The table shakes, the cd rattling against the plastic table as he grips it.

“Chill out dude you’re gonna knock over the table!”

“PLEASE!” He screams. He gets up. Almost everyone in line looking at him. He lunges across the table, and he grips your jacket.

“GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASE!” He screams, his legs hovering off the ground as his torso is sprawled out on the table.

You can see his face. His beautiful brown eyes wide and desperate. He had long brown hair falling down his face and shoulders.

He was kinda cute..

You snap out of it. “Security!” You shout. Security runs over, and two guards grab him by his arms.

As security drags him away, he screams incoherent things. You stare at the cd, the jewel case in pieces. You open it and the cd is still intact.

“Fuck man.. damn fans wasting my time..” you mutter, you grab one of the extra jewel cases from the box below the table, and put the cd in there. You slip it into your bag, planning to watch it later from curiosity.

You hated some of your fans if you had to be honest.

Some person had been stalking you for the last few months and you were getting tired of it. You were scared for your safety. You had had to move once and keep your address private but your stalker just kept finding you.

Later that night, your walking to your car after playing a show. You’re thinking about the meet and greet, and about the man who was.. obsessed with you..

You didn’t get it. You knew people were obsessive over celebrities, but you never really considered someone could feel that way for you.

You, out of MILLIONS of celebrities..

Not your band mates, people from the other bands you used to dream about, but you.

You start to unlock your car; when someone grabs you. They drag you into an alley. One arm around your chest restraining you, the other holding a box cutter to your throat. The cold blade shaking gently against your throat. If the person restraining you made one wrong move, you were dead.

Holy fuck man.. what was happening?

The person throws you to the ground, and you see his whole body.

He’s slim and tall—atleast 6 feet.

You see his brown eyes glimmering from the moonlight.

You recognize the man’s eyes. It was the guy from earlier. You get up slowly. he inches toward you, his arm extended, threatening you with the blade.

“come home with me.” He says, his voice cold.

“I have places to be.”

“K.” He says.

He takes a rag out, already damp with something.

He runs at you restraining you tightly to the point it was almost hard to breath. He presses the cloth up to your mouth and nose, giving you no choice but to breath it in. The cloth had a slight sweet smell. That was the last thing you remembered before losing consciousness.

When you wake up, there is ropes restraining your arms and legs, tape on your mouth.

You look around where you are. You’re in a moving car, and you see the driver. It’s the same guy who knocked you out in the alley, and the same crazy fan from earlier. You see his drivers license laying in his open wallet.

‘William E. Beckett.

Age: 21’

He was the same age as you. It’s crazy to you how crazy some people can be and can be so familiar to you.

He pulls into a small house’s driveway and turns around. He crawls in the back, and puts the cloth over your mouth again. Knocking you out quickly.

When you wake up again and your in a big, and relatively empty room. Probably a basement because there’s stairs coming down to the room. You’re untied, and there’s no tape over your mouth.

Your laid down on the ground, you try to get up, but your bodies weak from the (what you assume to be) chloroform.

The door at the top of the stairs opens, and it’s William.

He walks down the steps, each wooden step creaking under him.

He walks toward you.

“Stand.”

You stand up, legs shaking.

He takes his shirt off, and then unbuttons your shirt.

“Take it off.”

Your eyes widen. You take your shirt off. He grabs you by your waist, and kisses you—his hands cold against your waist. You pull away.

“Bitch.” He says.

“Don’t call me that man!”

“You are!” He says, then slaps you.

He grips your hair, and yanks you back. The two of you make out, as he runs his fingers up the side of your waist—sending goosebumps up your arms.

He stops, and he starts kissing your neck. Every once in a while biting you deep to surprise you. Once, he bit you so hard it drew blood, and you yelped from pain and surprise.

He stops, and he unbuckles his belt.

The two of you get undressed, and William bends over and picks up his blade from his pants. The two of you start kissing again, he holds the knife against the center of your back as he slowly starts to grind against you.

You moan, not thinking anything of it.

“Don’t make a sound!” He brings the blade up to your shoulder, and cuts you.

He start starts thrusting on you, cumming inside you.

You resist a moan, your wound was bleeding from the cut. He sees you looking at it, and he sucks the blood from it, slowing down, but still going.

Your shoulder aches, and your jaw clenches, trying not to make a singular sound.

He starts going faster, and you can’t help but moan. He doesn’t cut you this time, he stabs your shoulder.

‘Fuck..’ you think, not wanting to anger him.

He started sucking the blood from that too.

He keeps going, and he pulls away from your wound. He notices the emotion on your face. He knows you’re mad—which makes him mad.

He bites your neck deep.

Your staring to see black from blood loss, as he keeps going.

“I’m gonna pass out.” You say.

The last thing you remember is him pulling away, and walking back upstairs to get something before passing out.

When you wake up, it’s the next night (probably), and your laying on concrete outside. The same clothes you were wearing when he kidnapped you.

You sigh in disbelief that that had happened. You get up, and head towards a bus stop, praying that there are busses running at this time.

When you reach the bus stop, you sit down. Your body aching. You look around the stop—you had never been there before.

You sit there for like an hour, before realizing there’s no bus coming.

You just decide to walk home.

When you get home, you remember you had the cd from William. You walk to your room, and put the cd in your cd player connected to your tv. It starts loading, and you start to get in bed. But you realize something. You have a mirror right in front of the wall in front of your bed, and you realize there’s nothing in the mirror despite you being right there.

What the hell?

You know it’s silly, but you press your finger tips against your canine teeth, and realize they’re pointy.

What!?

You and the band fall out boy walked into the hotel lobby. They had just played a show, and it did NOT go well.

Patrick had announced his engagement with you to the fans, and the other band members thought it was a great idea too. The fans did NOT like it, and the whole band was getting backlash.

The band was pissed at Patrick for announcing it even though everyone else agreed with it. Andy and Joe went up the stairs, and Patrick goes into a elevator by himself—he doesn’t even want you to go with him. You go in the elevator with Pete, and you press the number 4 button. It starts going up, untill it doesn’t.

The lights go out and the elevator stops.

“What the hell.?” You say.

“Elevator must’ve broke down.” Pete says.

“I’ll press the button.” You say, the smell of smoke coming through the vents.

“NO!” Pete screams.

“Why?”

“HAVE SEX WITH ME PLEASE!” He begs, getting on his knees in front of you.

“No! I’m literally engaged with Patrick!”

“I DONT GIVE A FUCK! FUCK ME PLEASE!”

“I’m not!” You say, getting closer to the button as the smell of smoke gets stronger.

He notices the panic in your voice, he always knew you were scared of fire—scared of dying. He smiles.

“What do you want to do, go out, and marry Patrick and live a boring life? Or die in the elevator with me while we fuck?” He says, the smell of smoke almost becomes unbearable.

You take your shirt off. He catches the hint and the two of you start taking your clothes off until you are completely naked. Pete shoves you into a wall, and yall start making out aggressive as Pete grinds again your thighs. You feel incredibly guilty for Patrick, but you missed this. You and Patrick never did anything like this.

You moan, as he grinds against your thigh. Cum drips down your thigh.

You pull away for a second.

“Fuck Pete, that’s disgusting.” You mutter. He grabs your shirt, and cleans it up.

“Why are you using MY shirt!” You yell.

“Well.. you’ll be permanently reminded of me when you wear that shirt.” He says, as he stands back up. You scrunch up your nose as you start making out again.

He starts thrusting on you, and he cums inside of you. You half moan. The room slowly starts filling with smoke.

“Holy shit..” You say watching the smoke come in.

“Sh.” He says, he pushes you to the ground, so you’re kneeling in front of him. You start sucking him. He starts thrusting in your mouth. Cum goes in the back of your throat and you start choking. You pull away and start coughing half from smoke and half from the cum in the back of your throat.

You can’t stop coughing.

Pete went over to the button and pressed it.

“Yes? What is the problem?” The attendant says.

“The elevator is kinda on fire..” Pete says, you are still choking in the back.

“Why are yall naked?”

“It got hot..”

Later that night, you and Patrick were in bed in the hotel room. Your voice was hoarse from coughing.

“Hey Patrick?” You say, the whole band starting to stare at the two of you.

“Hm?” He says.

“We need to break up, I’m calling off the engagement.” You say, getting out of bed.

His face doesn’t change, but you notice the tears in his eyes before he blinks them away.

“Okay.” He says quietly. You feel insanely bad. But you were so guilty, and if Patrick found out any later he would snap.

“Patrick I cheated on you.” You admit from guilt.

“Get out.” Patrick says.

“What?”

“Get. Out.” He says, his voice breaking.

You grab your stuff and walk out, can hear the band fighting. Pete was trying to defend you, but he wasn’t winning against the other 3.

You walk down the hallway, and out the front doors.

Why did Pete wentz have to be good at convincing people? God, you hated him. He destroyed you and poor Patrick’s relationship.

2 days later.

Pete told you to meet him in the rehearsing room, and you went. He showed you the new song, putting the headset on your head. The song is about what happened in the elevator.

Your heart drops.

“PETE! Why would you make that! Patrick is gonna find out!” You say.

“It’s fine.. he’s not gonna notice. He’s lowkey stupid for a nerdy guy.”

“Don’t say that Pete.“

you hear someone coming near the room.

“Hide.” Pete whispers. You run, and hide under a few boxes, well hidden, but you can still see everything clearly.

Patrick storms in, and he punches Pete.

“YOU HAD SEX WITH MY GIRLFRIEND!?” He screams. He pushes Pete to the ground.

“I did, but like it was a one time-“

Patrick kicks Pete hard in the mouth.

You watch in horror, Patrick is beating Pete. He’s kicking Pete in the head. Pete is trying to fight back, untill he goes silent. There’s blood all over the floor. Pete isn’t moving anymore.

You were getting ready for bed, not that you wanted to sleep, but it was 2:00 am—you also had work in the morning. You sighed, and put on pajama pants with little stars on it. You then lay down in your bed.

You close your eyes, but you’re too busy thinking about Brendon, and the fights you had in the past. God, why couldn’t you just let him go?

The both of you HATED each other.

You had dated in senior year, and you both were happy! Until you caught Brendon making out with Ryan Ross behind the bleachers—Ryan was a nerdy guy, but he was arrogant and egotistical (which you HATED)

You and Brendon had a fight, and broke up. Everytime you two would see each other, it would end up it a fight.

But you were specifically thinking about this one time—the last time yall fought. Brendon told you to meet him at a bar, and when he tried to apologize, you snapped, and started throwing glasses at him. He didn’t like that. He was throwing glasses at you too and screaming. He called you a whore (“he’s the one to talk” you thought.) and you both got arrested, but were let go with a $50 fine each.

You regretted starting that fight. He was trying to apologize, why didn’t you hear him out?

Your thoughts were interrupted by banging at the door. Your eyes shoot open, and you get out of bed and walk down the hallway.

What the hell was happening?

You open the front door, and there stood Brendon. Your face flushes. You’re in a bra and your pajama pants (which in that moment you thought were very childish)

His eyes were desperate, and he lunges at you. He kisses you on your lips. You pull away.

“What the fuck!” You said. You laugh, and then kissed him. You actually kinda missed this.

You two stay against the wall of your living room, both of your tongues exploring eachothers. You pull away. He grips your hair, one hand gripping your hair, and one hand holding your hip.

“Why’d you stop? Are you scared you’re gonna get attached again? You’re such a fucking pussy.” He says. You notice his canine teeth when he talks, they aren’t normal.. he has fangs.

You realize what he says, and a lump rises in your throat.

You bring him back in for another kiss, before gripping his arm, and leading you two to the bedroom. When you two get in there, he takes his shirt off.

He grabs you, and unclips your bra.

“Take off your pants. I’m not gonna do it for you you lazy fuck.” Brendon says. You quickly take your pants off, he does too.

The both of you continue making out, knocking into things, and finally reach your bed, where he collapses onto it, you under him.

He starts thrusting on you as you continue making out.

You pull away to catch your breath. He slaps you.

“Fucking bitch! Ruined the middle of it!” He says, as he sits up, and when you try to get up, he pushes you back on the bed. He’s muttering angrily about how you ruined it, when you jump on top of him.

He laughs, and then yall start again. You’re still on top of him.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum! You’re just gonna make a mess!” You say.

“Welp.” He says. The two of you roll off the bed, and you hit your head.

“Fuck!” You say, your jaw clenches. Half from pain, half from pleasure.

“Don’t speak!” He says—Pulling your hair as he keeps going.

You moan, and he slaps you hardly. You guys finish, and you get off the floor, and sit on the bed.

“I still don’t forgive you for cheating on me with that freak.” You say.

“Don’t call Ryan a freak—YOU’RE THE FREAK!” Brendon yells, before grabbing your hair, and you two roll of the bed again, making out. Brendon gets up, taking you up with him.

Yall are making out, hitting just about every object in the room. You two hit the mirror, and it falls, and glass goes everywhere.

“Fuck Brendon!” You say, pulling away to look at the mirror. Brendon pushes you to the ground, grabs a shard of glass, and cuts your shoulder. Deep. Blood gushes out your shoulder.

“FUCK BRENDON!” You scream from pain. He gets on top of you, and starts sucking the blood from your wound. Your vision blurs, you start to see black dots, before your vision goes completely black. The last thing you remember is Brendon getting off of you.

“Fuck!” He says.

When you wake up, you’re fully dressed. Great, Brendon went through your whole wardrobe. You look under your shirt, go see your shoulder bandaged tightly. You see that the mirror pieces had been cleaned up and you look on your bed, and Brendon is laying on it, asleep. You smile, but your mood is instantly ruined when you see the clock. You’re late for work.. again.

You get up, and unlock your phone and go to the camera app. You notice something. A bite mark.

“God fucking damn it Brendon!”

One second, the bus was driving down the empty road—The next, the bus came to a sudden halt. “What’s going on?” Sisky asks the driver.

“Must be a popped tire.” The driver says. “Can you fix it? We kinda have somewhere to be.” Sisky says, annoyance visible in his voice. The driver sighs. “I’ll fix it, but you all gotta help me. I’m tired of being bossed around by you four.”

The whole band sighs, before getting up and getting off, leaving you and William behind on the bus.

William gets up, bag slung over his chest, and he walks towards the bus door. “Wait!” You call out. William turns around. “Since everyone is outside trying to fix the tire… do you maybe wanna…” You say, William immediately gets what you meant. William smiles, and walks over to your bed, plopping down right next to you. “Wait- we don’t have the stuff.” You say. William reaches for his bag, and opens it. William pulls out the pink collar and black leash you guys used. “Of course you would have the stuff in your bag.” You smile. William smirks and rolled his eyes. You took your shirt off before you put the collar around your neck, snapping the back together—your chest bare except for the bra you wore under your shirt.

William connected the leash to your collar. He pulls off his shirt—then his pants. You look outside the window to make sure they wouldn’t come back inside anytime soon, they were just all standing around the tire—Obviously they didn’t know how to change it.

William yanks the leash, you flinch in surprise. “Pay attention, you whore.” He mutters by your ear. Your face flushed. He slips your pants down, his thighs hot against yours. He thrusts against you as he kisses your neck. You suppress a moan as he cums inside of you. You feel him slowing down, and you manage to say something without screaming—or moaning, either one. “Don’t stop.” You mumble.

“I think they’re coming.” William says. You looked at William. “Please?” Your voice cracks. He sighs, and continues, speeding up again. You try your best not to moan, your sharp fingernails deep in his skin, to the point that if you let go, red marks would be left in his back. His jaw tightens. “Stop digging your nails into my back. You’re such a bad mutt.” He growls. He yanks the leash, and you yelp, and you let go of his back.

Your hands now grip the bed sheets as he thrusts on top of you and kisses you all over your neck, hickey’s already forming.

You can’t take it anymore, and you bite him, your teeth sinking into his shoulder, you can taste the metallic taste of blood—his blood.

“FUCKING MUTT!” He screams as you stop biting him, blood drips down his back. “I’m sorry.” You mumble. He slaps you, and then yanks the leash again—you whimper as tears form in your eyes. He starts thrusting harder, and you finally moan. “You’re such a dirty pup.” He says.

“What the fuck man.” You both hear Sisky say. You and William’s head turn.

There they were, the entire band of the academy is—watching you go at it with their lead singer. By the looks on their faces, they saw the blood dripping down William’s back,

You start laughing, not just a small laugh, but it was hysterical.

“Why the hell are you laughing?! This is so embarrassing!” William Beckett yells at you. You continue laughing, and William Beckett starts to smile.