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Chris and the reader are close friends. Chris sees the readers blog and feels bold enough to make a move. Romance and smut ensue.
It was almost midnight. You had been texting your friend, Chris, for hours. This went on nearly every day. No matter what the two of you were doing, you always found time to text. Sometimes, you’d even talk on the phone or facetime with one another. He’d become one of your closest friends, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, you’d developed a pretty serious crush on him, as well.
Chris was almost home from a two month tour. You hadn’t seen him in person since before it began, and you were already making plans to hang out once he was home.
“So, I’ll be home on Friday, and we should be able to hang out this weekend,” the text read.
“Okay, awesome. Do you want me to come to your house, or do you wanna come to mine?”
A short silence, then your phone buzzed, once again, “Can we hang out at my place? I’ve just been away for so long, I always look forward to spending time at home.”
“Of course we can. What time do you want me to come over?” you responded.
“Does seven work? We can order in some dinner, if you want.”
“Sounds good to me. What are you in the mood for?”
“Not sure. We can decide on Friday. So what are you up to? Still scrolling through Tumblr? Lol.”
You laughed, “Yeah, you know me. Are you ever gonna use yours again?”
“Not sure. I haven’t used it in like, a decade or something, but you never know. I do like stealthily checking your blog, though. You always have interesting things to say in your tags, lol.”
“Lol, yeah, I can get carried away sometimes, but isn’t that what Tumblr is for?” you answered.
“Haha, yeah, I guess it is. That may be why I left it behind. Some people are a little unhinged.”
You typed, “Yeah, that’s very true, but I’m one of those people, so I have no room to judge, lol.”
“I don’t know if you’re as wild as some people on there, but I’ve seen you allude to some pretty intense things before,” Chris replied.
“What intense things?” you asked.
“Well, sometimes you seem to be yearning in the tags of romantic and sexual posts, so I definitely think I’ve learned some things about you, lol.”
You tensed a bit. You knew that Chris could see those posts, but you were unsure if he knew that it was always him that you were talking about. A part of you wished that he did, so maybe he would make a move on you, but at the same time, you were afraid he’d figure it out and be disgusted by it. You weren’t sure how Chris felt about you, and you were too shy and nervous to ask.
“Oh yeah, well, we all crave it, right? I guess I’m no different than anyone else.” you tried to respond casually.
“That’s very true. If I had a private Tumblr, I’d probably post the same kinds of things that you do,” he texted back.
Feeling a bit brave, you decided to probe further, “Oh? Got your eye on someone that you wanna pine for in the tags? Lol.”
“Lol, definitely.”
Your heart sank. For some reason, your first instinct was to assume that he was talking about someone else and now you were getting confirmation of that. Your crush would go nowhere. You’d been relegated to friend and friend only. However, after that brief moment of sadness, a voice in your head said, “Well, what if it’s me? Could it be? I want to find out, but what if I make a move and then he actually was talking about someone else? Shit. Gotta tread lightly.”
“Oh, wow. I had no idea. Who is she?” you replied cavalierly.
“Well, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. ;)”
“Haha, well, I think I can fend for myself, so spill! Unless you just don’t want to. It’s really none of my business, but I am curious.”
Suddenly your phone lit up. Chris was calling you. You felt your heart skip a beat, once again. You pushed the buttons and put the phone up to your ear.
“Hey,” you greeted him, “Did you get tired of texting or something?”
He laughed, “No, it’s just that I thought that this conversation would go better if we were actually talking. Plus, I’m finally alone now, so I don’t have any distractions or eavesdroppers.”
“Oh, okay. That makes sense. So what’s up?”
“Well, it’s about the conversation we were just having,” he answered.
“I kinda figured,” you laughed, “What did you want to tell me?”
For a moment, there was silence on the other end, “Chris?”
“Yeah, I’m still here. I’m just trying to think of how to put this.”
“Well, I’m sure any way you put it will be fine, so you may as well just be straight forward.”
“Okay…” he began, sounding nervous, “Well, I do like somebody. It’s just that, I don’t know how this girl feels about me, especially when I know for a fact that she’s already interested in someone.”
You paused, “Oh, well, um, I guess you should just tell her. Maybe she’d be interested. If not, I guess the worst she can say is no, right?”
“Yeah, but I’m really good friends with this girl, and I’d hate to make things weird between us. I guess I’m just debating whether or not it’s worth it to go for it,” he said.
You scoured your brain trying to think of all the single women that you knew Chris was close with. You thought of a couple that you weren’t sure about, but your mind still wasn’t willing to entertain the idea that you could be the girl that he was talking about.
You gathered some courage and spoke into the phone, “Chris, you should just tell her. You never know if it’ll make things weird, or if you can still be friends, and plus, you could end up with a girlfriend. You never know.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re right. It’s just hard, you know?”
“Trust me, I know. That’s why I pine on Tumblr, instead of going on dates,” you laughed.
He laughed in return, “So you get where I’m coming from.”
“Totally. So who is it? Maybe I can help.”
There was another moment of silence over the phone before he finally answered, “Fuck it. Might as well just go for it… It’s you.”
You felt your heart freeze, once again, rendering you speechless. After a few moments of silence, you heard Chris say your name, wondering if you were still on the line.
“Yeah?” you replied sheepishly.
“Did you hear what I said?” he asked.
“Yeah… I did. I’m just making sure that I heard you correctly.”
“So what do you think?” he asked, “Is it gonna make things weird between us, or is there any possible chance that you might feel the same way?”
You paused again, “Chris, who do you think I was talking about in all those tags on my blog?”
“Was it me?” he asked.
You smiled, “Yes, it was you.”
“Seriously?” you could hear the joy in his voice, “You’re into me?”
You laughed, “Yes, I am. I have been for awhile now. I was just too chicken to say anything.”
He sighed, “I know what you mean. I’ve been wanting to tell you how I felt for awhile, too. I just had myself convinced that you were talking about someone else and that I’d only be wasting my time and making a fool of myself if I were to tell you.”
“I get that. I never had any inclination that you liked me, so I kept my mouth shut for pretty much the same reasons.”
There was another pause before Chris spoke, “So, what does this mean? Do you wanna go out sometime?”
“Yeah, I do. What about Friday? Can that be our first official date?”
“Yeah, I’d love that. Do you wanna go out somewhere, or did you still want to just hang out at my house?”
“We can hang out at your house. It’s cozier. Maybe if it goes well, we can have a second date at a restaurant or something.”
“Okay, good. I can’t wait to see you.”
You smiled again, “I can’t wait to see you, either. Just two days, though. I think we can make it until then.”
He laughed, “Yeah, we can make it, but don’t think I won’t still be texting you non stop until then.”
You laughed with him, “Oh, I expected that. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Okay, good, and I’ll be checking your blog too to see what else you have to say about me until then.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll see plenty. I’ll try to keep it PG though.”
“I’d rather you didn’t. I like the more salacious things you post.”
“Oh, really? Well, then I guess I’ll have to post as many things about you as I can.”
“I’d love that. I’ll check in on it tomorrow, but for now, I really need to get some sleep. The bus heads out really early tomorrow so I gotta try to get a few hours in, but I hope you post some things about me tonight that I can read tomorrow.”
“Absolutely,” you began, “Get some sleep, and I’ll make sure you have plenty of things to read tomorrow. I’ll talk to you soon, Chris. Good night.”
“Alright, talk to you tomorrow. Good night,” he responded before you both hung up.
You sat in your bed, grinning from ear to ear. You couldn’t believe it. This was actually happening. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep for hours, so you decided to kill time the way you knew Chris would appreciate. You opened the Tumblr app, and began blogging away, posting things in the tags that you knew only Chris would know was for him.
After an hour or so of carefully curating posts for your new romantic partner, you decided to flip off the lights and try to get some sleep. As you had predicted, it was proving to be most difficult. Your mind wouldn’t stop racing. It was on a constant loop of replaying the conversation in your head, along with daydreaming about what was to come on Friday. Eventually, slumber took over, and you managed to get a few hours of rest.
The next morning, you awoke to find a missed text from Chris, “Hey, so I’m on the bus, and I’ve been killing the last couple of hours just scrolling through your blog and picking up on all the things that were about me. I gotta say, I’m extremely flattered, and it makes me desperate to see you. Especially after last night. ;) I hope you slept well, and I’ll talk to you soon.”
You grinned at your phone, wasting no time in replying, “I just woke up. I gotta get ready for work, but I just wanted to let you know that I got your text and I’m glad you’ve been having fun with my blog, lol. I’ll talk to you later today, alright? I hope you have a good day. :)”
“Okay, baby, text me when you get off work. I hope you have a good day too. <3”
Your heart fluttered. He called you baby. You couldn’t believe that this was all happening so fast. Not that you were complaining, however. Your body went into auto pilot as you prepared yourself for the day. You knew your mind would be preoccupied all day. You weren’t sure exactly how much work was going to be accomplished, but you weren’t too concerned.
After what felt like an eternity, the work day was finally over. You made your way home, got yourself a drink, and made yourself comfortable on the couch, turning the TV on for background noise as you excitedly picked up your phone and texted Chris.
“Hey, work is finally over. Can you talk now?”
You waited a few minutes before getting a reply, “Hey. Sorry, kind of busy getting ready for the show tonight. Can I call you when we’re done?”
“Of course. I’ll be around.”
“Okay, great. Sorry sweetheart, it’s gonna be a few hours, but I can’t wait to talk to you again.”
You smiled, “Take your time. I’ll be just as excited to talk to you later.”
You sat your phone down and watched the news, scrolling through Tumblr, adding a few more posts for Chris’ benefit. Eventually, you made, ate, and cleaned up dinner. Then, spent the rest of the evening watching interviews of Chris on youtube. You loved the way he spoke. He was such an eloquent and articulate speaker. You could watch videos of him all night, which you had on more than one occasion.
Finally, your phone lit up. Chris was calling you.
“Hey,” you greeted him, “How was the show?”
“It was awesome. I think we did pretty well for our last show of this run. What are you up to?”
“Oh, just hanging out at home, watching youtube, nothing too exciting.”
“Oh, yeah? I wish I was there with you, but hey, at least I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Your heart started racing, “I know. I’m so excited to see you. It feels like it’s been forever.”
“It really does. Especially after the conversation we had last night. It feels like time is moving at a snail’s pace.”
You chuckled, “Tell me about it. Less than twenty four hours until I see you, and it still feels like it’s taking a lifetime.”
Chris laughed with you, “I know, but at least I get to talk to you now.”
“Well, I can’t talk too long, I do have work in the morning, you know.”
“That’s true. I won’t keep you too long. I just really wanted to talk to you.”
“I really wanted to talk to you, too. Especially after you called me baby in that text you sent me this morning.”
He laughed again, “Oh, yeah. Is that okay? Or is it too soon for that?”
“I don’t mind at all. It made me pretty happy. I know we haven’t even had our first date yet, but I have a feeling this is heading to the point that you’d be calling me baby anyway.”
“Yeah? You think so?” he asked.
“Yeah, I do. Do I get to start calling you baby now, too?”
“Sweetheart, you can call me whatever you want.”
You grinned, “Good to know. Now tell me about the show.”
You spent the next hour or so asking Chris about the concert and making plans for what to eat and what to do the following night. Eventually, you couldn’t hide your yawns any longer.
“Getting sleepy, baby?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m surprised you’re not too. You’ve been up longer than I have and you put on a show. Aren’t you exhausted?”
“Eh, I’m a little tired, but nothing too bad. I think I’m still running on adrenaline from the show and from talking to you. I’ll probably crash soon, though.”
“Well, make it sooner rather than later, I want you well rested for tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah? Am I gonna need a lot of energy?” you could hear the playfulness in his tone.
You laughed, once again, “Well, I don’t know about that, but you never know. Either way, I don’t want you half asleep on our date.”
“You make a good point. Maybe we should both get some sleep then.”
“Sounds good. I’ll talk to you in the morning, okay?”
“Okay. Night, baby,” he said sweetly.
“Good night, baby,” you responded in a similar tone.
You hung up the phone, turned off the TV and headed for bed.
The next morning, you awoke and immediately picked up your phone. You didn’t have any missed texts. Chris must have still been asleep. So, you thought you’d beat him to the punch this time.
“Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you slept well. Have a safe trip home, and I’ll see you tonight! <3”
You sat your phone down and got ready for the last day of the work week. A couple of hours into work, your phone buzzed in your purse. It was Chris.
“Hey baby, I slept great. I hope you did too. I can’t wait to see you tonight. Have a good day at work! <3”
You smiled, placing your phone back into your purse and getting back to the task at hand. A few more hours passed and you received another text from Chris letting you know that he had made it home. You replied with a quick acknowledgement and got back to work. The day dragged on at an excruciatingly slow pace, however. You thought you’d never be off, when finally, the clock struck five. It was finally time to leave.
You rushed out to your car and drove home. You ran through the house to your bedroom and picked up the outfit that you had set aside for the occasion. You freshened up and did your hair and makeup, pleased with the result, especially in combination with the outfit you had changed into. You sprayed on some perfume and took one last look in the mirror. This was the best you’d looked in awhile, and you were pretty pleased with the outcome.
You glanced at the time, and realized it was time to be heading out. It wasn’t a particularly long drive to Chris’, you did live in the same town, after all, but you still didn’t want to be late. You stuffed your phone into your purse and grabbed the keys hanging on a hook near the front door and made your way out to your car. You decided to listen to some Motionless during your drive, just to amp yourself up even more.
After about fifteen minutes, you were finally pulling up to Chris’ house. You felt your heart skipping and you had a lump in your throat. To say you were nervous was an understatement, but that didn’t deter you one bit. You made your way to the front door and rang the bell, waiting for him to answer. After a few moments, the door swung open and you were greeted by the man you were expecting to see.
“Hey!” he said before pulling you into a hug, “You’re right on time.”
You pulled back, “Yep. We said seven so I made sure to be ready.”
“Well come on in,” he said, stepping to the side to allow you entrance.
You entered the residence that you had been in many times before, taking your shoes off by the door. You made your way into the living room and took a seat on the couch, Chris following close behind.
“So I already ordered the food, but can I get you something to drink?” he asked.
“Sure, I’ll take some water.”
“Be right back,” he replied.
You looked around the living room, taking in the unique touches that Chris had decorated his home with. Drawing in a deep breath, you steadied yourself for what was to come this evening. Before you knew it, Chris had returned with two bottles of water and took a seat next to you, handing you your drink.
“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip.
“No problem. So how was work?”
“Ugh, boring. I was too focused on coming here tonight.”
Chris laughed, “Yeah, I was practically counting the minutes all day. I’m so glad you’re here.”
You smiled at him, “So am I.”
The two of you sat, smiling sheepishly at one another.
“So, this is our first date…” he said, breaking the silence.
“It is. I hope it’s not our last one,” you responded.
“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be.”
“Good,” you said, smiling again.
The two of you sat in close proximity, gazing at one another. You could feel the electricity in the air as the two of you began to close the gap. Your face was mere inches away from his, when suddenly, the doorbell rang.
“Oh, the food’s here. Damn, that was fast,” Chris said, getting up to answer the door.
You took the moment to collect yourself. You had been so close to finally kissing him. You could almost curse the delivery person at the door. After a moment, Chris returned carrying bags of food.
“Ready to eat?” he asked.
“Actually yeah, I had to skip lunch today so I could definitely eat.”
He took his seat next to you once more and began assembling the contents on the coffee table, “Why’d you have to skip lunch?”
“Oh, just too busy with work stuff. It happens sometimes.”
“Gotcha. Well, I hope you like what I ordered. It’s the same thing we got the last time you were here.”
“Awesome,” you replied while gathering up your food.
The two of you ate and chatted about Chris’ tour and your work and just life in general. Nothing too serious. Even still, you were enjoying yourself immensely.
After you finished eating, Chris cleaned up the remnants and handed you the remote, “Here, pick a movie.”
“What do you feel like watching?” you asked.
“Whatever you want. Maybe something horror?”
“Sounds good to me.”
You scrolled through the endless streaming services as Chris finished cleaning up dinner. You finally landed on Trick ‘R Treat, a movie you knew Chris loved.
He came back into the living room taking his seat next to you, “Trick ‘R Treat, huh? Can’t say I’ve ever seen this one.”
You laughed, “Oh yeah, that’s why I picked it. I wanted you to see something new.”
He laughed with you, “It’s a good choice. We don’t have to watch it just because you know that I like it, though.”
“Hey, I like it too. Plus, it would probably be advantageous to pick something we’ve already seen so we can still talk and not miss anything.”
“You make a good point,” he said, wrapping an arm around you and settling in for the movie.
You nuzzled into his side and focused your attention on the movie beginning in front of you. The movie played for at least half an hour without a word from either of you. You were desperate to try and kiss him again. You contemplated making the first move for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, you worked up the nerve to slide away just enough so that you could face him. His head turned and he caught your gaze.
You were exceedingly nervous, so you simply smiled shyly at him. He returned your grin and before you knew it, he was placing a hand softly on the side of your face. You felt as though you could melt beneath his touch. Your brain had no time to register what was happening as Chris leaned down slowly into you, caressing your lips with his in your very first kiss.
You pressed your lips into his, savoring the softness of his lips. Your mouths worked in unison, dancing with one another. You could have kissed him all night. After a few minutes of light kissing, you felt Chris’ tongue sweep across your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. You gladly parted your mouth and met his tongue with yours. Your tongues lapping against one another as the kiss grew in intensity. It wasn’t long before Chris had his hands tangled in your hair.
Feeling bold, you placed a hand on his thigh as you continued kissing. Chris gently nipped and sucked your bottom lip giving you all the encouragement you needed to slide your hand up his thigh until you were lightly gripping his cock over his pants. He moaned softly into your mouth as one of his hands left your hair to press your hand even more firmly into his crotch. He moved your hand so that you were rubbing his cock through the material. You could feel him growing hard beneath you.
Soon, you were taking the lead and rubbing him with no assistance. Chris’ hand now on your waist, working its way under the hem of your shirt. He kissed you with fervor as his hand slid upward to caress your breast over your bra. You barely had a chance to take in the sensation before Chris was pulling his hand and lips away from you.
“Come on,” he said standing up and pulling you with him until you were cradled in his arms, “I want the first time I fuck you to be in my bed.”
You felt the blood rush through your system. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You’d dreamt about it. You’d blogged discreetly about it, and you knew he knew that you had been waiting for this.
Chris carried you into his room and laid you down on his bed, the softness of his pillow catching your head. He wasted no time towering over you and kissing you vigorously. His hands roamed up and down your body as his mouth moved with yours. You pulled at his shirt until he sat back on his knees and removed the article of clothing. You stared at his heavily tattooed body, feeling lust begin to wash over you. You couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough.
Chris tore your shirt off and made haste with your jeans. You didn’t give him a chance to start with your underwear as you were too busy undoing his pants and pulling them down, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. He could see the hungry look in your eye, and placed his thumbs under the waistband or his underwear and pulled them down his legs, freeing his cock. Your eyes grew wide as you watched him bounce out of the material. You couldn’t stop staring. You couldn’t even hide it, and you didn’t care.
Chris didn’t seem to mind either, as he gave a slight chuckle and asked, “Like what you see?”
Your eyes still didn’t leave his cock, “Love it,” you replied absently.
He laughed again, “Okay, well, now it’s my turn to see you.”
With that, he was pulling your panties off, leaving you in just your bra, which didn’t stay on much longer, either. Chris pulled you forward and busied his hands with unclasping the material at your back and then pulling the garment off of you, leaving you both completely naked.
“Fuck…” he said, his eyes roaming your body.
You thought he was in some sort of trance momentarily and you began to move toward him, finally feeling bold enough to make the next move. However, your plans were thwarted when Chris wrapped a hand around your throat and pushed you onto your back.
“I’ve seen the things you post about, baby. I know what you want me to do to you.”
Your cheeks flushed hot, and you almost felt embarrassed. You bit your lip and broke eye contact.
“No, don’t get shy on me now. I know what kind of girl you really are, what you want from me. Now take it,” he said, applying more pressure around your throat.
You felt your pussy clench at his words. You couldn’t remember the last time you wanted someone this badly. You subconsciously spread your legs.
Chris noticed your motions, “See? That’s my good girl. Spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
You fought back a small moan as Chris towered over you once again, his body pressed against yours as he kissed you roughly, his hand tightening even more around your throat. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh. You wanted it. Wanted him.
You wrapped your legs around his waist as if begging him to fuck you. He took the hint and pulled away from you. You took in a deep breath as his hand left your throat to open the drawer of the bedside table. He pulled out a condom and immediately tore the package open. You watched hungrily as he slid the condom onto his cock.
He adjusted himself on top of you once more, “Normally, I’d take my time with you baby, and I promise I will next time, but I need you too fucking badly right now.”
You merely nodded in response as you felt him lining himself up with your entrance. Chris took one last look in your eyes, pressing his forehead against yours before he slowly slid himself inside. You let out a small gasp as you felt his entire girth stretching you open. Your eyelids fluttered as you composed yourself.
Chris seemed to need a second to adjust, as well. After a moment, he began to rock back and forth inside of you before kissing you again as he continued. You kissed back feverishly, and wrapped your legs around him once more. He wrapped one arm beneath the small of your back and pulled you slightly upward into him. The two of you moaned into each other’s mouths at the new angle. He was still moving slowly, but he was hitting that sweet spot inside of you that made your toes curl.
It wasn’t long after that he pulled himself from your lips and wrapped his free hand around your throat again, cutting off slight circulation. He stared intently into your eyes, watching for any slight change. He began bucking his hips more forcefully, filling the room with slapping sounds. You could hear how wet your pussy was getting. You let out a slightly louder moan.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” he asked, still fucking you.
“Mmm, yes.”
“Yeah? You wanted me to fuck you, pretty girl?”
You arched your back as you felt Chris’ grip on your throat tighten, “Yes. Wanted you to fuck me so bad…”
Chris moaned and quickened his pace, “I know, baby. I know exactly what you want from me.”
You moaned louder as Chris grabbed at your hip and throat and practically slammed you into him. He was so much bigger than you. You thought he might break you, and you didn’t care in the slightest.
“Mmm. Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Fuck yes…” you responded wantonly.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“You feel so fucking good, Chris. Fuck…”
Chris moaned louder, “That’s my good girl. That’s my good fucking girl…”
His grip on your throat tightened until you were sure he would leave marks. Good. You wanted the reminder that you were now his. The thought spurred your lust even more until you were writhing and moaning beneath him, arching your back into him and trying to soak up as much of him as you could.
“Oh, fuck. You feel so fucking good, baby. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long…” he moaned.
He picked up the pace and gripped you harder. You could feel yourself getting close.
“Oh my god, Chris. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” you whined.
“Yeah? Is my good girl gonna cum for me? You wanna fucking cum, sweetheart?”
You closed your eyes, “Oh, fuck, yes!”
You felt Chris’ lips crash onto yours, kissing you hungrily, swallowing your moans. He never stopped fucking you. Your pussy felt like it was on fire in the best possible way. You felt your cunt clamp down on his cock as he bit your lip before trailing over to whisper in your ear.
“Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you.”
“Oh! Fuck! Mmm…” you began cumming.
Chris moaned into your ear, causing you to cum even harder, “Oh fuck, that’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl…”
You were just starting to come down from your orgasm as you heard Chris hit his, “Fuck! Ohhh… Shit.”
Your legs were trembling around his waist and your hands had fallen to your sides. Your whole body felt like jello and you weren’t sure if you were even able to move at this point. You felt Chris slow to a stop and you could hear his shallow, jagged breath by your ear. After a moment, he let go of your neck and placed a kiss where the bruises were beginning to form.
Eventually, Chris pulled himself out of you and removed the condom, tying it up and throwing it away in a trash can he had near the bedside table. He moved next to you and laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling, collecting himself and steadying his breathing.
“Fuck. That was well worth the wait,” he said, breaking the silence.
You smiled at him, “I think so too.”
Chris smiled back, “So, does this mean you're my girlfriend now, or do you want a few more dates first?”
“Do you want me to be your girlfriend now?” you inquired.
“Yes. Very much so,” he laughed.
You giggled, “Okay, then I’m your girlfriend.”
Chris smiled widely, “Good.”
Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours, once more. A lighter, sweeter kiss this time, but passionate, just the same. You kissed for a few moments more before Chris pulled back, turning to lay on his side, and pulled you flush against him, spooning you.
You lay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company and processing all that had just transpired when Chris said, “I’m so glad I stalked your blog.”
You laughed, “Give you some ideas, did it?”
“Definitely. Oh, and don’t worry. I know there was a lot that I didn’t get to this time, but I promise I’ll cross everything off your list very, very soon.”
You laughed once more, “Okay, good. I promise to learn yours too and do them for you as well.”
He returned your laugh, “Maybe I should start using my blog again so you can learn about my kinks too.”
“No way,” you began, still laughing, “If you’re gonna copy me, at least make a private blog that only I know about. We don’t need your fans knowing about the slutty things we do.”
“Okay, I promise it’ll be private, but it’s gonna be filthy.”
“I think I can handle it,” you replied.
“Oh, I’m sure you can if yours is any indication of how nasty you are, sweetheart.”
You giggled again, “What can I say, I know what I want.”
“Yeah, so do I, and I plan on showing you,” he said as he rubbed his hand up and down your hip.
You ground your ass against his cock, daring him to get hard again, “Can’t wait, baby.”

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The Meet
Another cold day in Pennsylvania. It's the midst of winter and you're dying to hurry up to the show. Yet this afternoon has unexpected turns.
Motionless In White boom over the crowd you eagerly stand behind, silently cheering, gazing at Chris like a temple.
He's your absolute favorite! It's too bad you're much too secluded to buy tickets for the Meet and Greet later.
The show is wild and ends on a classic 'blegh' moment. You shuffle back to your car to envelop in the warmth after battling a fierce wind chill.
As you begin an icy drive into town, you decide it's a good day for coffee. You pull into a curb parking spot and shiver as you walk into the café.
Little do you know in your shy bubble that Chris has done the exact same thing to unwind after all of his band's hard work!
The warmth and seeping aromas of sweet hazelnut, people talking in vague groups, and the gentle woody orange atmosphere really puts you at ease in a public environment that usually makes you awkward.
It's the end of the line. Your turn to order, you got your wallet ready in hand. The kind gentleman prepares your drink request and waves you off after you pay for it.
Bundling into a corner while awaiting your drink, Chris stands nearby, his back to you. It's a shame you don't recognize him yet, but it's a miracle that you keep to your strict bubble of thoughts.
"[drink name] for [y/n]!" A cheerful barista calls behind the counter. Finally! Then you can get out of this place and go home. Where nothing can-
But something does go wrong.
Very, very...
...holy shit.
Chris?!
Chris MOTIONLESS! You spilled your coffee on him in front of God knows how many people.
A panic rises instantly to your chest.
"I-I- I'm so sorry-! Chris- I mean- l-let me-!"
What the hell is going on? You're face to face with your idol, your joy, your indescribable heartthrob that would never acknowledge or enjoy your mere existence, and you just tipped half of your damn drink all over his shirt and the floor, lid dropping messily onto his chunky right boot.
Many bystanders didn't care. The girl behind the counter gathers some napkins and swiftly hands them to Chris as they both exchange sheepish grins.
What baffles you is his tender, easy going, chillaxed personality about such a mistake.
"Are you okay? If you know my name, then you must be a fan. It's totally fine. I got spare clothes in the bus."
Bewildered, you lunge down shakily to secure the lid on your coffee. You both dabble napkins in the areas of spillage--you tending to your cup and hands as not to dare go any closer to the man standing before you--while your mind races.
It's like... the world fell off its axis.
What is everyone going to say? You can't go back! He'll tell the band! You'll be forced into hiding and you'll never get to see them live again-
"Hey, you alright? You look like you're panicking. I know how hard it is being in your place. But really, it's okay. I won't let this become an issue. Accidents happen, ya know?"
Chris' shirt is barely soaked and the blob near his torso isn't even visible on the black fabric. The boot and floor were wiped clean. You finally stood while raising your glossed eyes to Chris in all of his glory, much taller in person up close than from videos or stages. Damn.
"I... I'm- sorry. Can- I buy you something?"
Buy- what were you doing? That came out of nowhere. Your face is red and your chest is pounding. All Chris does is laugh. A nice, gentle chuckle.
"No need to get me something. I have my coffee and this shirt is gonna go straight into the wash, maybe I'll treat it until I do. We packed extra clothes for the road."
His smile... so beatiful. You're blinked out of staring while Chris trashes the wet napkins and looks at you fondly. What a fun way to meet a person, let alone someone so... interesting... like you. You had no idea or reaction coming into the shop while he got a drink and this meeting proved to Chris that you were different.
"What's your name?" He asks, suddenly.
Name? He wants to know your name?
"Y/N."
Yes, you just told Chris Motionless your real name. He knows who you are. Less than what you do to him, but that didn't count yet.
Chris decides to get your number and he says he'd keep in touch. There's a major knot in your gut as he walks out and does his own thing.
Finally exiting the café minutes later, you've got your coffee and keys in hand and a brain full of ideas. This can't be a dream. Chris... Chris is all you can think about.
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BAD DECISIONS
Noah Sebastian x Fem! Reader!
Summary: When Noah stops giving importance to his relationship, he realises the nonsense he did. What will he do to try to win you back?
Warnings : angst, crying, pain, heartbreak, Noah being an idiot
Words count : 1430
All Pure Fiction!!!!!
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They say that the feeling of falling in love is one of the best feelings to have. I knew this when I fell in love with Noah; I felt like the butterflies in my stomach were lifting me up. What you never expect is for that feeling to change or to fade away completely. I knew Noah was busy with his new album, dedicating 99% of his time to it, and I never got upset or angry with him for that. Since he was a kid, it had always been his dream, and I wasn't going to take that away from him.
The problem started when he couldn't balance work and family anymore. I'd come home, and he’d be in his studio on a call with one of the guys, discussing the album. When I would call him to have dinner or even just to spend time with me, he always brought his laptop along, saying he was almost done and would turn it off soon. I always believed him. That never happened.
I was sitting at the kitchen counter when I heard the front door open; I knew it was Noah. There was the sound of keys, backpacks, and voices.
Wait.
Voices? Who would Noah bring home on a Wednesday at 9:00?
I recognized the voice; it was Jolly. I knew that Jolly was the one who helped him write songs the most, and that was probably why he was there. The footsteps got closer to the kitchen, and soon I saw Noah's brown eyes looking at me.
I looked at him and gave a weak smile, and he returned it, saying, “Oh hey ” as he came closer and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Hey, my love,” I said, putting my arms around his neck. I felt someone’s gaze on my back; I knew it was Jolly.
“Hey to you too, Jolly,” I said, a playful smile on my face. “Hey, y/n, how are you?” he asked as he approached. “I’m good, and you?” I felt Noah loosen his grip on me.
We continued talking about my day and about their new album.
We had already had dinner, and Jolly had just left. Now, I was on one end of the couch, and Noah was on the other. We hadn’t had a chance to talk alone yet, but I could feel something strange between us.
His silence was killing me. It wasn’t new, though; I had felt the need to ask him what was happening between us for a while now. I didn’t have the courage, and I didn’t know if it was a lack of courage or fear of knowing the answer. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Noah get up from the couch; he was heading to our bedroom.
“Are you going to stay there?” he asked, not looking at me, then hesitated for a second and I don’t what happened, my mouth let slip the question I had been avoiding.
“Do you want a divorce?” The words finally came out.
I felt him stop what he was doing and turn to face me; confusion was evident in his eyes.
“What?”
“You heard me.” I couldn’t look at him.
“No, I want you to look me in the eyes and ask that question again.” He seemed offended by my question.
I felt furious. How could he be mad at me? After weeks of ignoring me and pretending our marriage didn’t exist?
I looked at him, feeling angry tears burning in my eyes.
“Do you want a divorce?” I almost spelled out each word.
“Why would you ask me that? Is that what you want?” He raised his voice.
He seemed to want to read my thoughts, to know whether I wanted the divorce or if I thought he was the problem. At that moment, I did think he was the issue, but Noah knew me better than anyone.
In our three years of marriage, no one had kept my secrets the way he had, no one understood me like he did, no one cared for me as he did.
“You know that’s the last thing I would want for our relationship.”
“Then why are you asking me this?”
I thought about inventing a lie, saying that maybe we just weren’t understanding each other or that things weren’t working out. But that was a lie. In the last few weeks, I cared more about our relationship than I did for myself. I had done everything I could to try to save what was left of us. Nothing helped.
“Maybe because you are making me feel like you want this”I let my feelings get the best of me.
“I tried to make this work, Noah. I really did, and now I feel like I'm the only one ‘loving’ in this relationship.”
“That’s not true; you know I love you.” His hesitation to respond made me doubt it.
“I don’t know, Noah. In the last few weeks, all I felt was that I was alone.” Tears threatened to fall.
“I’m here, always.” He seemed to believe his own words.
That wasn’t true; he wasn’t here. His body might have been, but my Noah wasn’t.
“No! You’re not here. You know that. All you’ve done in the last few weeks is spend hours on the phone with Jolly discussing the new album.” I was tired of trying to point out his mistakes.
“Yeah? That’s my job. You know I need to do this. I have people depending on me, my record label needs me to do this; the guys need me to do this.”
“And at what point did spending hours in the studio become more important than family?” I was staring at the floor now.
He seems angry and annoyed
“I can’t do that right now, and I won’t.” He turned his back and headed toward our bedroom, and soon after, the door slammed.
I felt a burning blade in my throat; my eyes were pleading for me to let my tears fall. And that’s what I did; I released all the emotions I had bottled up in the last few weeks. I needed this.
I felt disheartened seeing that he truly didn’t care about us, even a little.
I turned off the kitchen lights and went to the guest room; I wasn’t going to sleep next to Noah, not after he simply turned his back on me, leaving my question hanging.
I lay down and didn’t feel Noah’s familiar warmth beside me; it felt strange. I closed my eyes and let the tears flow again. How long would I endure this? Feeling alone and like I was the only one in the relationship.
Lost in my thoughts, I fell asleep.
I guess it was time to maybe make a bad decision, but I decided to think about that the next day.
The next morning, I felt rays of sunshine on my face. I reached for the pillow beside me, trying to feel Noah. When I felt the cold bed, my eyes opened, and I turned towards my hand. I wasn’t in our bedroom, and Noah wasn’t with me.
I went down to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.
“Maybe we should take the day off , separately. I’m not breaking up with you; I just think I need to figure out what I want. I’m gonna be home after 10:00. Love you forever.
Noah.
Wow, he really left. I crumpled the paper, throwing it in the trash and headed to our bedroom. The bed was made and his side of the closet was open. A mess into the closet.
I looked at our photo on the dresser. I took it down. Maybe this was the end for us.
I felt determined not to wait for Noah to decide what he wanted to do with his life. I needed to make my own life.
I grabbed a suitcase from our closet and started throwing my clothes inside, packing everything I needed. I looked at the photo I had put down, thinking about putting it in the suitcase. But no. I needed to move on. With Noah or without Noah.
After I packed everything I needed, I headed to my car, putting my suitcase in. I looked at the house that once brought us so much happiness , and I felt sad. Knowing that maybe our marriage had ended this way.
It’s okay. You’ll be alright. I told myself, trying to convince myself that I would be okay.
Noah made his bad decision, and now he would have to live with it. But it wouldn’t affect my choice.
Be careful with your bad decisions.
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Heyyyy, just an idea that come into my mind and i just wrote it
Maybe a part 2????? lmk if u want :)
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Blair 👾
n.s. | fear of failure.
🗀 C:/PROJECTS/MYWORK/ONESHOT/FEAROFFAILURE [projects] ﹂ [my work] | in progress | favourites ﹂ all | multi-chapter | [one-shot] | blurb | head-cannons ﹂ [fear-of-failure]
summary: You don't know why, but Noah has been withdrawing into himself again and you're worried this steady decline will end in disaster. You resolve to pull him out again, knowing he can't continue like this much longer.
content tags: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, poor mental health, fluff.
word count: 2,711.
note: god I need this for myself.
𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 ( 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬 ) ↘ 𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ⸻ 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟐 .
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Bruise my Bones but Leave my Heart Alone
Hello my angels please enjoy part 4. This chapter was a little long so I apologize for the ending. Personally it made me laugh a little. Special thanks to my bestie @reyadawn for helping me with the fun part 🥵 of writing this story. Love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ here comes the warning this story had very sensitive topics and ain’t meant for all audience. Please be advised ‼️ domestic abuse, small amount of sexual tension, swearing, and etc.
As always with love -Magenta 🌹
Part 4
Noah picked me up once again and threw me over his shoulder, I wasn’t able to fight back anymore because I was so exhausted. The amount of times I’ve been tossed, hit, and talked to like I was dirt finally put me at my breaking point.
Noah opened the door and brought me into the sleeping area.
“After that little stunt you pulled I’m gonna have to do some damage control.” Noah said digging in a bag
“I didn’t fucking tell her anything. I don’t have an signal here” I protested
“Y/N I really need you to stop thinking that we’re just a stupid boy band. We literally heard the whole conversation you were having.” Nick claimed
“Again lying is only going to make this worse for you.” Noah said still digging through his duffel bag
As Noah was turned around I got to see all his beautiful artwork that trialed his body. Knowing he picked me up and my cleavage was against his skin made feel dangerous. I know I’m a pretty girl and he keeps calling me HIS . I wonder how far I could take this. Envie always said us women have a gift we can use, maybe it’s time I start using mine. My eyes started to wonder all over Noah’s sweaty body.
”holy fuck this man really is beautiful.” I thought to myself
Liquid heat pooled around my clit through the thin cotton panties I wore. I haven’t had sex or made love that actually felt good in such a long time. Especially since Jason ruined sex for me all together. As I stand here looking at this man that god brought in my path I wonder if the pleasure he would give me would satisfy this feeling I’m having. Laying me down on the bed as he looks in my eyes and caresses my face in his strong hands. Then passionately kisses me with those sweet as honey lips.
“HEY SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT Y/N you will NOT fall in love with the guy who LITERALLY kidnapped you.”
I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts, this is no time to think of sex with a handsome man. “I need to get the hell out here”.
I looked to my left and saw the door was wide open leading into the front lounge that is empty. I could make a quick run for it and hit the woods, I saw the highway into far I good hitch hike easy.
When turned I back around to Noah, I saw that he had pulled black rope out of the duffel bag.
My eyes popped out of my head with flight instincts kicking in ..
“Fuck that.” I said
I pushed Noah into Jolly and Nick as hard as I could, watching them fall into each other gave me enough time to start running. I ran into the front lounge where folio appeared out of no where. He tried to grab me but I was able to push him down with sheer adrenaline. I made my way to the front door and busted out of the tour bus
“I’m free.” I said with tears streaming down my face. The air was cool and felt amazing, pure determination was now running through my blood to get the fuck out of here.
I knew it was only a matter of time before they all got up and came after me so I booked it into the woods. I kept tripping over tree branches and stumps, but that didn’t matter because the only running through my mind was finding the fucking road. I swear I saw it over this way when we came into the venue. Finally coming across some lights and ran towards them, only to be met with more fucking your busses.
“Fuck it, it’s not like they’re all in on it.” I said
I ran up to this one bus that literally looked like a house on wheels and began banging on the door.
“Please can someone help me!” I said with tears streaming down my face and pounding on the door.
A tall man with long black hair opened the door with an annoyed look on his face. Annoyance then turned to concern with in seconds, I didn’t know what I looked like but judging by his face I must have looked like complete shit.
“Sir I’m sorry but I really need your help. These guys snatched me and they hurt my boyfriend. I need to get to the police.” I said in a scramble between deep breaths and sobs.
“Woah take it easy young lady, we’ll help you but first come inside it’s starting to rain.” He said guiding my hand into their bus
When I walked in I was met by 7 other very intimidating looking men.
“I should have taken my chances with a stranger on the road, because these guys are scary as hell.” I thought to myself.
They all shared an equally concerned and confused face. I wanted to look in a mirror to see how bad I looked because they all made it seem like I was a fucking ghost. I sat down on the couch while the guy who helped me in was on the phone. It didn’t sound like the police but then again I wasn’t listening because it dawned on me whose bus I was on.
Motionless in Fucking white…
“Do you need any medical treatment.” Chris asked looking at his phone
“No I’m alright just shook up.” I said holding myself
“You said you were kidnapped. Are you gonna be able to give like a Visual of who tired doing this? The police are gonna ask.” Ricky said chiming in.”
“Yes. Though I’m not sure if they’re still here or not. It was the memebers Bad Omens.”
“Bad Omens are the ones who snatched you?.” Angelo said giving a confused brow.
“Listen I know it sounds crazy but they did and they also injured, possibly even killed my fucking boyfriend.” I said with my face in my hands.
Jesus am I dreaming because it even sounds crazy when I say it.
“well you can relax now the police are on the way.” Chris said
“Thank you so much.”
There was a complete awkward silence that started to make me feel very uncomfortable. Why weren’t they concerned with anything everything I just told them. My stomach started to turn again and I got bad feeling about all of this.
“May I use your restroom. I just need to wash all my makeup off my face.” I asked nervously
“By all means. It’s down the sleep quarters by the back lounge.” He said pointing
Alright that made me extremely nervous, but there’s no way these guys are like that too. They just look scary. I got up and started to walk to the back of the bus where the sleeping quarters were. When I opened the door I was met with darkness, I flicked on the light and froze.
“You know for such a beautiful young lady, you really don’t make the brightest decisions. You are chasing us a lot of trouble tonight” Noah said walking towards me with rope in hand.
I began to back up but backed right into someone.
“Thanks for helping out man, this one right here is a fighter.” Noah said nodding to Chris
“No problem man, she’s definitely got a kick to her.” Chris said laughing
“Are you fucking kidding me.” I said with tears rolling down my face.
“What can I say? I got connections my love.”
In a quick movement Chris wrapped his arms around me so Noah could start tying my hands and feet together. At this point I realized they all fucking work together and just gave in.
“What wrong beautiful? Too tired to fight? You can rest once we get to the bus baby.” Noah said
This guy is fucking psycho. How can you be evil at one point then nurturing the next. He picked me up bridal stop and carded me out. The cool rain began to hit my face, I gave up because no matter what I did they were determined to keep me here with them.
I think I fell asleep because I woke up to the cool air and sunlight hitting my face. I guess Noah’s arms did bring me comfort in some way. Still wearing the same outfit I wore yesterday I realized I seriously needed to shower. I tried to get up but remembered my arms and legs were tied so that wasn’t happening. I rolled over and fell off the damn bed, I’m gonna have so many bruises these next couple of days.
“Morning beautiful, good to see you’re up and ready to start our day. Noah said rubbing his face and getting out of the same bunk I was in.
I said nothing because I literally just fell off a bed that was two bunks high. Kind of knocked the wind out of myself. Noah helped me get up and walked me into the front part of the bus where everyone was waiting.
They all greeted me with smiles and food.
“There’s our girl. Good morning Bunny” folio said
I literally put my hands on all of them last night yet they still greet me with smiles. Am I the problem here ?
This was nice except for the fact that I look like a train wreck and my hands are still tired together. Noah sat me down and Jolly untied them, I was starting to have bruises around my wrist. Jolly rubbed my wrist then sat a bowl fruit in front of me.
“Thank you.” I said with a weak smile. I do can’t fight them I’m gonna have to join them and just “be good”. Like I said know how of be obedient. It was just nice to be rebellious while it lasted. Imagine if you pulled this shit with Jason, he would have killed you.
“You’re welcome angel.” He smiled
I began eating but it was hard because my lips and face were so bruised. I could only imagine what I looked like and I became a little embarrassed.
“I feel like now is a better time to talk since we are all calm.” Nick said
“I agree” folio said while stuffing a pancake in his mouth.
“Y/N we are taking a chance and trusting you today. You won’t be restrained to the bus only but you will have someone with you at all times today. Okay”
I shook my head in agreement.
“We are heading back over to the west coast in two days. You’ll be coming with us okay?” Noah said looking at me.
Again all I could do was shake my head in agreement. Talking was painful, eating was painful, and thinking was just too exhausting.
“You will have everything you need princess. All you have to do is ask.” Nick said
Obviously going home was out of the question but I don’t think a shower was too much to ask.
“Is there any way I could take a shower. I’m extremely sweaty and I know my make up is all over my face.” I said
“By all means love. We’re going to a hotel tonight so you’ll be able to take one.” Noah said
We finished up our breakfast and the band started to get ready to perform their last show for this tour. I asked if I could just stay in the bus ebcyase I was so exhausted from these last two days.
Everyone had already left but jolly was staying behind to finish up cleaning. I walked out of the bunk area and was met with such a sweet and peaceful man.
“Hi Jolly” I said with a weak wave
“Hello my lilla ängel. Are you okay ?
“Yes I’m okay but I have to ask you something.” I said
Jolly sighed and stopped cleaning. Looking up at me with tired eye.
“My friend Envie. I did tell her everything last night and she never showed up? Did…. Did you guys hurt her.” I said with tears filling up my eyes
“Oh no ängel we didn’t I promise. Noah will kill me for telling you this but we had Jasons old phone and texted them making some excuse.” He said comforting me.
I felt a little better knowing that she was alive but also hurt because she never came for me. Why?
Jolly must have felt bad because he pulled me in for a big hug, I was surprised but I’m willing to fall for any type of affection at this point. I looked up at him and he lightly ran his thumb over my lips. Reminding me I still have a busted up mouth.
“You really are beautiful, you know that ? I’m so sorry you’ve been through so much love.”
I didn’t say anything, I just wanted to be held.
“I have to go love, someone will be back to check on you. Okay?” I just shook my head and sat down.
There was plenty of food left from breakfast so I ate something else. One pancake and a bowl fruit did NOT sit well with my stomach so I laid down and watched Netflix. 3 hours went by and Noah came to check on me
“Hey beautiful, you doing okay?” He said grabbing a towel and cleaning his face.
“Yes I’m alright. just tired.” I said while watching the tv
“I bet. we got a long week ahead of us.” He said walking over towards me
“Am I really going to California.” I said looking up from the tv screen.
Noah looked at me and shook his head.
“I promise Y/N. You’re gonna love it.” Noah said smiling
I gave a weak smile back. I accepted my circumstances but kissing the east coast goodbye is terrifying. I’ve been here my whole life, am I really ready to leave this place? Well, I guess I don’t exactly have a choice.
“Is there anything I can do for you? I know it sucks being cooped up in here. Maybe, you could come out and get some fresh air?” Noah said kneeling in front of me.
I wanted to but agin I haven’t looked in a mirror and genuinely don’t know what I look like. If my face is as battered as it feels then my ass isn’t going anywhere for a while.
“Y/N?”
Noah’s nurturing voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“You don’t have to be scared anymore. This cat and mouse game is over and no one will ever hurt you again. We’re gonna protect you. I promise.” Noah said grabbing my hand.
“I’m sorry I just have something in my mind.” I said looking down
“You can talk to me.” Noah said looking into my eyes
“I just want to say I’m sorry for hitting you guys and hurting you.” I said while looking down
Noah hugged me and kissed my forehead. He smelled like heaven even though he was outside sweating. His arms held me so tight I didn’t want to let go. I’m falling for him, I can feel it. I haven’t felt like this in so long but the memories of what love is suppose to be are coming back to me now. Jason was never love, he was a lesson.
“I gotta go beautiful. We’ll all be back tonight and head towards the hotel so you can finally get a shower and some rest. Okay?”
I drifted into sleep once more and began a dream that slowly turned into a nightmare.
I was back at home with Jason and we were sitting in the couch. I could smell his cigarette burning, this scent caused my stomach to turn because every time he was smoking he was beating on me.
“You thought one slit to the throat was gonna keep me away from you.” Jason said while looking at the tv
“Jason I-“
“You thought wrong. I’m back baby and I’m coming for you. Those pussy ass boys can’t protect you forever. I’ll make sure of it.”
Jason stood up and I could see where Noah slit his throat. He charged towards me and that was the end of my dream. I shot up out of my sleep gasping for air and latched onto Nicks arms.
“It’s okay. Its okay. It was just a dream Y/N..” he said trying to calm me down
“Where’s Noah? And how the hell did I end up on a bed!” I asked in between gasp
“Well we got to the hotel and you were fast asleep, we didn’t want to wake you. I told Noah I would stay behind while they went out to bring food back, so I carried you up here. I know you wanted to shower and haven’t got much sleep so I got you up to a room asap.” Nick looked so shy telling me all of this. I felt bad because he had to carry my heavy ass
“Nick thank you so much.” I said grabbing his hand.
“You’re welcome.” He said smiling
Nick handed me sweatpants and a very long t shirt. These are either Jolly’s or Noah’s because that shirt is a freaking dress. It made me giggle.
I went to go take a shower while Nick waited outside the bathroom. I was only able to shut it a little, “Noah’s rule” Nick stated. I sat the cloths and took off my shirt.
“Oh my god” I said
When I looked in the mirror I could see all the bruises and marks that were left on me.
“Oh my god.” I said with shaky voice
“Y/N? Are you okay.” Nick asked in a concerning
I dropped to my knees and it all came out. I never realized how much shit my body went through until I saw all the scars. Cigarette burns, knife cuts, ring scratches. I let that man put me through pure hell because I thought that was love.
Nick busted through the door and was horrified at the state I was in. Laying on the floor crying my eyes out he picked me up and held me close to him.
“Why did I let him do this to me. Look at my body.” I said showing Nick.
He either couldn’t say anything or didn’t know what to say. Holding me was the best he could which was more than enough.
At the same time, we both realized I was naked. Nick and I both jumped and faced away from each other
“Un there’s soap in the bathroom, it’s guy soap but it’ll do till we can get you your own stuff.” Nick said scratching his head
“Th thank you.” I said embarrassed.
“I’m gonna go ahead and shut this door. We can break the rules together just this once.” Nick chuckled.
Nick closed the door and I finally got to take a shower. Feeling all the dirt fall off of me was amazing, I might smell like a them but at least I’ll be clean.
Nick’s POV
“Noah is gonna fucking kill me for hugging his girl while she was naked”
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