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viviaxia · 3 months

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cherry red curtains.

note: this is my first ever fanfic here, this is also in AO3! if you want to read it there and I hope you enjoy this, please be nice hihi and I would absolutely love feedback!

Cherry red curtains drape over his window, leaving the sunlight to paint the room red. You glance to your side to see the man beside the window, admiring as the sun sets. A shadow fell across the room because of his broad shoulders blocking off some of the sun's rays. “Oh God, how beautiful even his shadow is.”

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Felix Catton, the man who caused you to doubt your own existence. The first time you laid your eyes on him, was also the start of your world revolving around him. You're someone who values high morals and has so much self respect, a “good girl” as they say and despite your best efforts— it'd be bad to deny it right? that you unconsciously do things to please him.

“I like the bow.” Felix compliments you as he gets off his bike.

You looked wonderful wearing a tight brown shirt that hugged your curves and went great with your favorite belted jeans that brought attention to your round cheeks. Your gold moon-shaped earrings and a watch that Felix gave you long-ago, paired well with a Pandora bracelet with chic dark blue accents, completed the look. Finally, a dainty baby blue satin ribbon finished your half-updo.

You came to a halt as you walked past him. “I'll take it off then.” you joked as you turned around to face him. Gosh, you always seem to forget how tall he is, you were already tall enough but still, you have to look up to him.

“You don't have to.” he shrugs, then approaches you and gently grabs your waist to give a quick kiss on top of your head. It's his luck that he can do this with little to no effort because of your ideal height.

Really?!? First thing in the morning? you just internally rolled your eyes. Despite this, you don't find it annoying. It's what you guys do. It's all too familiar for you, Felix can name where your freckles are at and wouldn't miss a spot, even the ones that you didn't know you have. While you alone can name every part of him by a simple touch of your kiss, a knack that you wanted to try on him but only if he'd let you.

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You and Felix caused a big stir on the students as you entered the school. Startling all of them to glance at you, some even daring to stare as your red-bottomed heels echoed throughout the hallway. You couldn't help but let out a faint chuckle, pleased at how they stiffened up when they saw you and Felix together. Your hair was perfectly placed— it always has to be, God knows how much you hated how you had to wake up a little extra early just to style your hair— and is even more beautiful as the warm wind lightly brushes it. All eyes were now on you and Felix as you both walked through the hallways, some even bold enough to give you two the death stare— you haven't even touched him and yet, they're already acting like some animal marking their territory but Felix wasn't theirs and will never be.

Felix is loved by everyone— worshiped like some sort of Greek God and rightfully so. He is affectionate and tactile with those around him like he doesn't have a damn clue how it looks to others. He has this enigmatic aura around him, something that every woman and man wanted to be around with, even if it meant to be around a potent and intoxicating aura, leaving them till their breathless but despite all of that they'll be begging and chasing for him.

For you, everyone says the same thing. Everyone you come across with wants you— honestly? how could anyone not desire you when you are from the richest of rich, did they also mention that you're gorgeous, and intelligent? What a dangerous fucking combo. You know what to give and what not to give, always leaving them to fantasize about you— giving a little room for imagination but you're never too less and that's why they love you.

Making you and Felix to be a lethal mix, intertwining together. They never truly knew what you two do behind closed doors but everyone knew your Felix's, even if he decided to share you on some occasions. That's why they so much envy your pair, you two were untouchable.

You don't even mind the secrecy of it all. The light touches he leaves you behind— a kiss on the shoulder, his hands on your back, the way he gives you sweets when you're grumpy— you love it, you love the thrill it gives you.

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You looked at the building in front of you making sure it was Felix's flat, even though you've been here a hundred times already and have probably memorized all the nooks and cranny the building could offer but it's just a natural habit that you do. As soon as you found a good parking spot, you then grabbed the very much oversized racer jacket Felix left at your flat and wore it because you only wore your sleeping clothes, a tight white shirt paired with some booty shorts and you'd rather be in hell than get caught wearing house clothes outside. You internally laugh at yourself as you open the car door and drop your heels to wear it, as you get out of your car you grab your sunglasses and car keys, twirling it around your index finger.

“This is ridiculous.” you chuckle at yourself as you put on your shades and walk up to the entrance of the building.

Dangling bells rang as soon as you pushed the glass door open, alerting all the front desk staff to look at you. At least you looked decent right? with your hair still tucked inside Felix racer jacket.

“I'll sign later madam.” you smiled at the lovely receptionist behind the desk.

“It’s fine dear.” she smiles back at you and gestures for you to go to the elevator. She already knows you're headed for Felix's flat, you've been here countless of times that she already recognizes you and due to her old age when Felix brings an unfamiliar girl here she accidentally calls your name leaving the girl probably thinking who’s name she just called them.

But who doesn't know your name? when you're the most beloved model in the industry.

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You opened the door to Felix’s flat and pushed it softly, revealing Felix to be in his swivel chair— man spreading in his boxer. He was already expecting you.

He let out a faint chuckle seeing you— ugh you already know you looked insane enough. You then went inside and closed the door, you smiled in defeat walking up to him. Suddenly, he grabs you by the hips as you are arm's reach for him. He beams a smile at you, and you can't help but notice how his eyes sparkle in the sunlight, making them appear even more intense. He's too lovely to look at.

“You look ridiculous,” he pauses for a moment, as you were placing your sunglasses on top of your head, pushing the front of your hair back. “I love it.” he finally says, gripping your hips even more tighter.

“of course you do.” you rolled your eyes at him, grabbing your tucked hair as you were removing Felix's jacket, then throwing it at the desk besides you two.

You can't help but get weak in the knees as you look back to see him. An eyesore, honestly— too beautiful to look at. Looking down on him makes your stomach swirl in knots and as the sun paints the room red you can't deny that your body's getting hot. Your hands on his shoulder and his hands on your hips, a picture flashed before your eyes.

It all felt so surreal, like it's your first— but this was never the first, but it always seems to feel like it though, misty air covered the room making your body even hotter. A naked figure stood in front of Felix, you. While his hands touched your body he was worshiping you like a goddess. He kissed your abdomen while you grabbed your boobs, you wanted more— you needed more and as Felix, the attentive man that he is— only around you though, grabbed your hips to take your pussy into his mouth. You let out a faltering gasp, grabbing him by the shoulder at the sudden move. You then looked at his face as he laps you like the first time, you were already making faces that he liked— no, he loved it. Making him laugh whilst sucking you dry, you can't help but hitch at the knees as his laughs send vibrations to your body— he then forcefully grabs you closer to him as you are fighting back, already overstimulated by the feeling of his tongue swirling around your clit. At that moment, you just let your head roll back and feel, even though your knees were about to give in. However, he just tightened his grip around your hips, you don't mind the fucking bruise it'll leave you the first thing in the morning. He loved that you were already so wet for him and when you grabbed his hair— pulling him closer to your pussy, moaning his name like there was no tomorrow.

“Do you wanna come?”

“shit.” you cursed as you let out a long sigh.

“I said, do you wanna come to saltburn?” He asks you again, with concern in his voice, making his eyes shine more.

Oh fuck, you looked at him dazed, cutting off your little fantasy and you didn't even realize that you were gripping on his shoulder like a damn leech. But he just gave you a mischievous smile and of course, he already knew.

“Yeah, I'll go.” You timidly respond, you then shake your head softly— slightly embarrassed at what you have just thought. Felix then stands up to sit on the desk, to which you grabbed the swivel chair and sat.

“You sure?” a tint of uncertainty in his voice as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear because the first time he invited you to saltburn, you had to decline due to a busy schedule with fashion week so you couldn't come.

“Mhm, I already cleared my schedule this summer.” You nod at him, he then grabs your face and plants kisses all over your face.

“You don't know how glad I am to hear that.” He gives you a smile and continues to plant more kisses on your face. You couldn't help but just laugh at how he is right now.

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It was time to leave already, as you were wearing the ridiculous outfit again. Felix was leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed in front of him and fixing his gaze upon you.

“You’re really sure that you don't want me to come with you?” He asks you again, frowning his eyebrows at you.

“Yep,” you gave an assuring smile at him “and besides you have paper to do.” you peeked at his flat one more time, seeing all the paperwork stacked besides his computer.

And before you could even leave he said one more thing.

“I bet you thought of me nicely earlier.” He gave you a mischievous sneer and watched you intently to gauge your response.

And you grinned back at him, sneering, “You bet I did.” You then gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

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bloodynereid · 10 months

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Loving your Daisy Jones fics! I was wondering if you could do something about the band helping reader with their addiction or something along those lines? :)

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pairings: daisy jones & the six x reader (platonic!) + reader x fem! oc (only for the end bit you can skip it if you want)

a/n: hiii sorry this took so long for me to post. I literally wrote this months ago but only got around to editing it recently. hope you enjoy and i'm backkkk. and as always requests are always open.

tw: addiction, descriptions of drug highs, mentions of smoking, drugs, swearing, overdose, near death experience

description: drugs became your best friend until it was almost too late.

Y/N: If you were in a band in the 70s a lot of your life revolved around 3 things: sex, drugs and rock and roll. Ok that isn’t necessarily true for everyone but it was certainly true for me. Well mostly the drugs part. I can remember the first time I tried cocaine so vividly…

You quietly closed the back door behind you as you tiptoed over to where your bike lay. A friend from work had invited you to a party about 15 minutes away. And since you had never been to a real LA party you readily accepted.

When you arrived at the really expensive looking house, every room was in a flurry of activity. There was a certain energy in the air from all the bodies who were either high or buzzed from the various alcoholic drinks that lay scattered on every surface.

“Y/N! Over here!” You swiveled around until you spotted the familiar redhead. Natasha eagerly offered you a line of fine powder that was arranged on top of a Vogue magazine.

“What’s this?”

“Have you never seen coke before?”

“Obviously but never in person.”

“Righttt I forgot you were from Pittsburgh of all places.”

“Oh fuck off.” You quickly snorted it as you had seen done in the various movies that showed up during your insomnia filled nights.

The drug instantly hit. And all you felt was euphoria. A high like no other. Nothing compared to this. Not even that feeling of playing in front of a live audience.

You spent the rest of the night high. Taking random lines throughout the many hours of the evening. You met movie stars, directors and parades of models. Each with their own story to tell but you were in such a haze that seconds after they left the conversation it was as if they had never been there at all.

Obviously the next morning when you woke up it was as if a thousand boulders had trampled over your body the previous night. And worst of all you were laying in bed next to an unknown man, someone you vaguely remembered as being at the same level of intoxicated as you were the night before.

But above all as you hastily put on your flared jeans you realized that you were finally able to sleep.

Y/N: It started as a cure for insomnia. I didn’t really realize I was addicted to it. But I snuck out to those parties almost every night. None of the band knew but they probably realized something was up.

Karen: I think it was after Y/N started working at this boutique that there was this sudden change in her. She always came in late and during band sessions or gigs she had this energy she never had before. Not that I really complained though, she was playing incredibly well.

Warren: Y/N was always a straight-laced chic. Growing up in Hazelwood and having the parents that she has would do that to a person. When we got to LA she did a complete 180, like I remember times she would leave as I was just coming in from partying.

You quickly adjusted the red leather jacket you had borrowed from Susan, one of the regulars at the parties you went to. The air on the patio was cool against your sweat covered skin. It was a strange thing that had been happening ever since a few weeks ago but you paid it no mind.

Quickly popping an ‘upper’, you were suddenly interrupted by a loud cough. Taking a quick swig of champagne you turned around and were suddenly met with the sight of Billy Dunne standing in front of you.

You really shouldn’t have been so surprised because you had just been one of the many witnesses to Billy’s spiral since the band’s first tour had started.

“Billy.”

“Y/N.”

“You need something?”

“Can I have one of those?”

“One of what?” You asked as you quickly put your little pill box (it was really a hollowed out blush container) back into your coat pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. “I thought the great Billy Dunne always had a packet of cigs on him.”

“You know what I’m talking about Y/N.” He said as he walked up next to you to the cool, metal railing.

“Hmmm really? Cause I really have no idea what you’re talking about.” You gave him a smug little smile as you leaned your head on his denim shirt. You and Billy had never been close but then again drugs always did bond people together.

“Stop trying to be coy.”

“Very well Mr. Bossman. But don’t go around telling people that I’m enabling your bad habits.”

“If you have that special little case then I’m assuming that they’re your bad habits as well.”

“Shhh it’s a secret.” You pressed your finger to your lips as you let out a short giggle before grabbing the blush case and opening it up to showcase the round white little tablets.

“Now that looks like a mighty bad habit.” Billy looked at you with a smirk as you pressed two of the pills in his palm before snapping the case shut and flicking open your lighter.

“See ya Billy.” You gave him a wink before disappearing through the back gate towards the direction of the motel you knew you were staying at.

Billy: Y/N and I enabled each other. We shared a stupid little secret that was slowly eating away at our health and livelihood. I know for a fact that the rest of the band knew I was in a downward spiral but because of that they never realized Y/N was… until it was almost too late.

Y/N: They became essential for me to function. I fucking loved how I felt with all those chemicals in my system as well. I was a more confident, stubborn and cooler version of myself. All those years in Hazelwood created this little saint of a girl who loved to play the bass but in LA I was able to throw away the parts of myself that my parents loved but I hated. So the night that they called before a show, fuck. *you run a hand through your hair and take a quick sip of sparkling water*

You hung up the room’s black telephone angrily. Why did they still have this stupid hold over you? You thumped down on the bed only to find that your back was unable to relax due to a circular object digging into the middle vertebrae. Digging a hand under your silk covered torso you pull out a blush case.

The same dissected blush case that held your stash of pills you had gotten from Mark. Taking your index finger and thumb you pick up one of the cylindrical tablets. The black nail polish that coats your nails contrasts frightfully against the stark white of the pill. Rolling it between your two fingers you carefully hold it up to the light.

“You know what… fuck it.” Your lilting voice echoed through the empty room as you set down the pill onto the glazed wood that your bedside table was made up of. Taking up the glass that still contained a slight layer of whisky on the bottom of it you quickly smash it violently down against the tablet. When you finish making the pill into a fine powder you suddenly realize how little of it there really was.

You could swear that one of these made you feel like you were on the fucking moon. Shrugging you took a couple more out of the case and restarted your process of smashing the white pills into powder.

After a couple more additions it finally seemed like there was finally enough to get you high. Well… higher than you already were before your parent’s phone call.

Sniffing up as much of the powder as you could, you finally felt that familiar bliss. This bliss was getting so, so close to how you felt the first time you tried coke that you went for another hit.

And that hit was otherworldly. You felt like you were experiencing everything all at once and it was just on another level. You fell down against the bed as the world spinned around you. Then a comfortable feeling spreads over your muscles. Untensing every bone and sinew. Darkness started to flood the corners of your eyes.

Ah finally… rest.

Eddie: Y/N and I were pretty close. My parents were best friends with hers so we were kind of pushed together to be best friends as well. So I was the first one to get worried when she didn’t show up for soundcheck. One of the things that she had never missed. Rain, shine or heavy snow, you could always depend on her being there.

Karen: Eddie kind of asked if I knew where Y/N was and I obviously had no idea. So we both decided to just go down to check on her.

Eddie: You know how some of those motels that have a window that faced the railing, well Y/N’s was open. And that is how we found her. She was just lying there, like she was asleep. But she obviously wasn’t.

Karen: Y/N had a bunch of powder covering her face and there was an obviously heavy film of it on the bedside table.

Eddie: I fucking kicked down that door when I realized what was going on. Karen went to run the shower and I started slapping her the hardest I could. Karen started trying to perform CPR.

You suddenly jolted back into your body. Hard. There was liquid running all over your face and everything felt so. fucking. heavy. You cracked open one of your eyelids and were met with blinding light.

“God?”

“No, sweetheart. You just got us.”

Y/N: After I woke up on that bathroom floor with two of my best friends standing over me looking like they had been scared half to death, I knew I needed a change. Teddy got me into this rehab center and I got into therapy. Cut off my parents, got a prescription for anxiety medication and finally fell back in love with music. Obviously not everything was great right away, it was a fucking journey.

It had only been a few days since you had been back from rehab and you were currently curled up next to Karen in her room. You had just gotten off a phone call with one of your old friends from the boutique and she had invited you over to another one of the customary get togethers, which you had to decline for obvious reasons.

“I hate this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think I fucked up my twenties by overdosing and all that shit?”

“Y/N…”

“No, I swear I’m being serious. I wish I was more like you guys. I mean Warren can do drugs daily and he’s still completely fine. Why did I have to go and mess it all up?”

“You know none of that is your fault right? Yeah you might have started because it was fun but it got bad because of factors out of your control. So stop beating yourself up about it.”

“When did you get so smart?” You heard Karen dramatically gasp as she pulled her hand away from where she was running it through your hair.

“I am offended you didn’t think I was smart before.”

“Hey! You know that is not what I meant at all.”

“Yeah sure.”

Y/N: Things got better. Billy got better as well. I got to meet Daisy who has become a lifetime friend but she was also what you could describe as temptation personified. Daisy was everything I wanted to be. I was that girl before I gave up drugs. So yeah I slipped a few times… maybe more than a few.

You took a sip of whisky as you watched Daisy glide around the room as if she were walking on air. And then… a Vogue magazine was thrust in your face. A redhead was holding it towards you with a dreamy smile on her face.

“Want some?” You recalled that night from a few years ago, that night when you experienced your first high.

“Of course.”

Y/N: I didn’t get fully clean until the band broke up. Now I’ve got my 18 year sobriety chip and I own a music store in downtown LA where we also sell clothes. Which I guess are vintage now. *You let out a laugh.* So yeah no more redheads with Vogue magazines for me.

Isabelle: Yeah she just exchanged that for brunettes who are on Vogue covers.

Y/N: Oh shut it darling. *You give Isabelle a quick kiss before turning back to the camera.* So yeah I own a music/clothes store and a beautiful little hou-

Isabelle: Yeah sure let’s call it ‘little’.

Y/N: Oh Isa. *You lean your head on her shoulder.* Ok I co-own a house by the beach with my wonderful and astronomically beautiful girlfriend and 3 dogs. A husky named Hades, a golden retriever named Artemis, although we call her Artie and a mixed border collie named Hestia.

Isabelle: We both have an affinity for Greek mythology as you can see.

Y/N: Yes well we are both gay.

The camera fades out as you both let out laughs with the sunset painting an array of colors in the living room where the documentary is being taped.

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