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tonyspank · 7 months

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YOU RIGHT

Warnings: none i think Summary: You meet Olivia Rodrigo at a party. A/N: part 2?

Olivia Rodrigo x Reader

Fame. It was a blessing and a curse, bringing both adoration and scrutiny. The allure of the spotlight drew people in, but the constant invasion of privacy weighed heavily on those who experienced it.

You never wanted to be famous, with everyone watching your every move and judging your every decision. The pressure to maintain a perfect image becomes suffocating, leaving no room for mistakes or personal growth. It seemed like too much.

Your friends, on the other hand, envied the idea of fame. They saw it as a gateway to success, wealth, and recognition, and hell, it was.

The difference between Jack's and your bank accounts was big.

Jack Harlow, a rising rap artist, seemed to have it all. Jack Harlow, the same guy you used to hang out with and freestyle with in your basement, was now selling out arenas and topping the charts.

Jack Harlow, the same guy who would visit New York just to hang out with you, his best friend.

You'd know Jack since he was just starting out in the music industry. You had witnessed his journey from recording songs in his bedroom to signing a major record deal.

You were proud of him, he was truly like a brother to you, and seeing his success brought you immense joy. Despite his fame, Jack remained humble and always made time for the people who had supported him from the beginning.

Which is why he decided to drag you to a party in downtown Brooklyn, a place he hoped you would enjoy. The party was filled with talented musicians and industry professionals, nearly everyone there had some connection to the music industry.

You follow Jack as he maneuvers through the crowd, making his way to the DJ booth. You watch him dap up the DJ before he introduces you to him. "This is Zack Bia, his shit is fire. I swear to you." Jack says, leaning closer to you so you can hear him over the music.

Zack daps you up, giving you a warm smile before turning back to his DJ set. Zack leans into Jack's ear, whispering something that makes Jack quickly nod his head, you can slightly mouth the words "Oh yeah."

Zack presses a button on his DJ controller, and the music transitions seamlessly into Jack's song, Dua Lipa. He then hands him a mic, and Jack grabs it eagerly, ready to perform.

As the beat drops, Jack's voice fills the room, captivating everyone with his smooth delivery and undeniable stage presence. The crowd goes wild, their energy fueling Jack's performance as he effortlessly commands the small stage.

You find yourself nodding your head to the beat, unable to resist the infectious rhythm. The music pulsates through your body, making it impossible to stand still. Jack puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you take a sip from your glass.

"Do the next part," Jack whispers in your ear, moving the microphone away from his lips. You laugh a bit, shaking your head. "Nah, man." Jack smiles, "C'mon."

He doesn't give you time to process your response before he moves the microphone to your mouth and starts singing the next verse. Caught off guard, you stumble over the lyrics for a moment before finding your voice and joining in.

Jack starts jumping up and down, his energy contagious as he encourages the crowd to sing along. "So, what's up?" Jack shouts into the microphone, moving it away from you.

You leave the stage, needing a drink and fresh air after being put on the spot like that. When you arrive at the bar, you see a brunette girl sitting by herself, her head down, as she types away on her phone.

You twist your lips, would she mind if you took a seat next to her?

The bartender looks up from cleaning a glass and nods at you, indicating that you can take a seat. When you settle down, you catch a glimpse of the girl's screen, noticing that she's scrolling through social media.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asks, breaking your focus. You quickly glance at the menu and order a shot of tequila.

You can feel it. Her eyes stare at your side profile, but you pretend not to notice and play with the rings on your fingers. What would you say to her if you mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation?

Moments later, the bartender returns with your shot of tequila, accidentally knocking over the girl's drink and proceeding to drop your shot on the table. "Shit! I am so sorry."

You chuckle and reassure the bartender that it's alright, searching for a napkin. "Do you have a napkin?" You ask the bartender, glancing at the wet stain on your jeans.

The bartender searches underneath the counter, unable to find a napkin. "I'm really sorry, but I don't have any napkins at the moment. There might be some in the bathroom upstairs."

You glance at the brunette, who is now wiping her drink off her dress with her hands. "I could also grab you a napkin too, if you'd like."

For the first time, she looks at you, and your stomach does backflips.

"I could come with." She smiles, her brown doe eyes staring into yours. Her smile is warm and inviting, making your heart race even faster. "That would be great," you say, trying to hide your excitement.

You both make your way up the stairs, squeezing past other people who are heading downstairs. As you reach the top, you notice a sign pointing towards the bathroom. The brunette leads the way, gracefully navigating through the crowd.

Huh. This place used to be a studio, you think to yourself, admiring the high ceilings and large windows. You walk into the bathroom with her, turning on the light to reveal a clean and modern design.

The marble countertops and sleek fixtures give the space an elegant touch. You can't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that you won't have to endure a grimy restroom experience tonight.

The brown-eyed girl lets out a huff, searching the bottom compartment for napkins. "Well, I didn't find any napkins, but..." she says, pulling out a blowdryer. "We can use this."

You laugh, impressed by her resourcefulness. "That's definitely a creative solution," you say, admiring her ability to think outside the box. "Who needs napkins when we have a blowdryer?" you joke, helping her plug in the blowdryer.

You sit on the countertop, waiting for the blow dryer to warm up. "I'm Y/N, by the way." The brown-eyed girl smiles and extends her free hand. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Olivia," she introduces herself, grateful for the unexpected company in this situation.

You shake hands, and you can't help but feel that this encounter might turn into an interesting and memorable experience.

Olivia raises the blowdryer on the wet spot on your jeans, causing you to jump a bit in surprise. "Sorry about that," she apologizes, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

"You're good, it's just a bit hot."

You smile as you watch her swing the blow dryer back and forth, blowing warm air onto your damp jeans. Olivia looks back at you with a small smile on her lips.

"Did you get dragged here too? Or did you come willingly?" You ask, trying to make conversation.

"A bit of both, you?"

You chuckle softly, your eyes glancing around the room. "Well, I guess you could say I was persuaded to come," you admit with a playful tone. "But I'm actually glad I did. It's been a while since I've hung around Jack...I missed him."

Olivia nods understandingly, her smile widening. "Jack, like Jack Harlow?" You nod in response, confirming her guess. "Yeah, that's the one. We used to be attached at the hip back in high school, but life got busy and we drifted apart. It's nice to reconnect and catch up."

"Do you make music too?" Olivia asks, curious. You shake your head, chuckling softly. "No, not like Jack. I'm more of a listener than a creator when it comes to music. But I've always admired his talent and passion for it."

"You make music, though, right?" You ask and Olivia nods, smiling. "Yes, I do. It's been a big part of my life for as long as I can remember. I like being able to express myself through music and connect with others who kind of relate. It's a form of therapy for me, a way to escape and let my emotions flow freely."

You hum, "I completely understand what you mean. Music has a way of speaking rather than using words." Olivia's smile widens, and she nods in agreement. "Exactly! I honestly can't imagine my life without music."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you. Another one of Jack's songs begins to play, so loudly that you can faintly hear it all the way up here.

"Want me to dry your dress?" You break the silence, softly taking the blow dryer from her hands. "Oh! Uh, sure, thank you." You smile, hopping off the counter. "You wanna sit? I can help you up."

"Thank you, yeah..." You place the blowdryer down, gently placing your hands on her waist, before lifting her onto the counter. She settles down, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I've always wanted to play an instrument." You confess, doing the same motions with the blowdryer on her dress. "Really? Which one?" she asks, biting down on her lips, her eyes still on you.

You pause for a moment, contemplating your answer. "I think I've always been drawn to the guitar," you finally reply, meeting her eyes.

"Acoustic or electric?" she asks, a small smile forming on her lips. "Acoustic for sure. But I can't sing for shit, so no one-man band for me," you chuckle, causing her smile to widen.

"Well, who needs vocals when you can make the guitar sing?" she teases playfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Olivia inquires, her curiosity evident in her tone. "I'm a real estate agent, believe it or not."

"It's not as glamorous as being a musician, but it pays the bills," you say with a shrug. Olivia nods understandingly, her smile still present. "Do you wear a suit to work?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Sometimes," you reply with a smirk. "But most days, I prefer a more casual and comfortable look. I can't distract my clients with how good I look in a suit, you know?"

Olivia laughs and leans in, placing a hand on your forearm. "So, what's the most interesting property you've ever sold?" she asks.

"Well," you begin, "I once sold a mansion to Central Cee, you know, the UK rapper? He had some specific requests for the interior design, including a home studio and a custom-built gaming room. It was definitely a unique and exciting project to work on," you explain, reminiscing about the experience.

Olivia's eyes widen with intrigue as she listens attentively. "Is he the most famous client you've ever had?"

"Actually, no. I didn't directly sell a house to Drake, but I did have the opportunity to assist in finding him a property. And this was a while ago, maybe when he dropped that one Keke song."

Olivia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Wow, why is that actually kind of cool?' You chuckle, turning off the blowdryer and setting it down on the counter. "Well, it was definitely a unique experience. It's not every day you get to work with someone as well-known as Drake."

Olivia nods. "I can only imagine what it must have been like. Did you get to meet him in person?"

You smile and reply, "Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to meet him face-to-face. However, I did communicate with his team throughout the process and ensure that his preferences and requirements were met."

You let out a sigh, saying, "If you ever need to find property in the future, let me know." Olivia smiles, nodding her head. "Of course, I wouldn't want anyone else. I don't think all real estate agents help their future clients dry off their dresses when the bartender spills a drink on them." She chuckles, patting her dress to see if it was dry.

"I guess that's just one of the many perks of having a dedicated real estate agent like me," you reply with a wink. Olivia opens her mouth to speak, but knocking on the door interrupts her.

"You guys done in there? We've been waiting for ages!" a voice calls from outside. Olivia and you exchange amused glances before you reply, "Just a moment! We'll be right out."

"Here, I'll help you down." You stand in between Olivia's legs, placing your hands on her waist to support her as she steps down from the countertop.

Olivia's face flushes slightly as she looks up at you, grateful for your assistance. "Thank you," she says softly, moving a hair strand out of her face.

You smile at Olivia and give her a reassuring nod. "No problem at all," you respond, feeling a warm connection between the two of you. You can't help but notice how her hand lingers on your arm for a brief moment before she lets go.

You begin walking towards the door, opening it for Olivia to exit first. A messy-haired boy quickly rushes past the two of you, "Sorry, I have to shit!" he exclaims, nearly knocking Olivia over.

She stumbles slightly but regains her balance with your support. You exchange a knowing glance with Olivia, bursting into laughter at the unexpected interruption.

As the laughter subsides, Olivia thanks you for catching her and playfully nudges your arm. "It was nice meeting you, Olivia." You say, returning the playful nudge.

You give her one last glance before walking towards the flight of stairs. "Wait!" Olivia calls out, causing you to turn around. "Can I have your number? I'd love to keep in touch," Olivia asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice. You smile and reach for your phone, exchanging numbers with her.

Olivia pulls you into a hug, surprising you. You hesitate before returning the hug, wrapping your arm tightly around her waist. You pull away, your hands slightly lingering on her waist. "Don't be a stranger," you say, giving her a warm smile. Olivia returns the smile, nodding.

With a final wave, you turn and continue down the stairs, already looking forward to the next time you'll see each other.

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iconsfilm · 10 months

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olivia rodrigo “guts” icons | like or reblog if you save

#olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo icons #hsmtmts #twitter icons #twitter layouts #female icons #icons #female #actress icons #actress #site model icons #olivia rodrigo guts #vampire #olivia rodrigo vampire

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mysticallystilinski · 10 months

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vampire | v. stiles x fem!reader | angst/hurt

summary: void stiles may be bad, but not in your eyes. you soon realize that everyone else’s view of him was true.

warnings: angst, swearing, manipulation, abuse and mention of murder

♫ ( vampire - olivia rodrigo )

a/n: { this is based of olivia rodrigos new song vampire! it’s so good and void just fits the part of it. i am also in no way romanticizing abuse or murder in this imagine. }

cause i’ve made some real big mistakes

“void.. hear me out, i promise i didn’t mean it.” you say in a seemingly calm tone. your mind was the exact opposite of your words. you did mean it. you meant every part of it. it was never supposed to come out, void should have never known you’ve loved him.

“just shut up y/n, i know you weren’t lying.” he spits out. “you need to really use better choice of words, cause jesus you’re not in love with me.” void sat while you were up looking down at him with tears in your eyes.

but you make the worst one look fine

“it’s not my fault she got in the way.” he laughs. “VOID YOU KILLED ALLISON.” you yell. under your breath “you killed my bestfriend.” void gives you a demeaning look. you have to think, why does everything he do have to be perfect in his eyes.

“it’s seriously not that big of a deal y/n.” he gets off his seat and heads to the door. you grab voids arm and say “seriously?”. “you act like what you did was nothing.” you spit out. your body fills with rage as your mind keeps repeating the moment you found out what he did.

out of the corner of your eye, you see him produce a slight smirk.

i should’ve known it was strange, you only come out at night

“void, why do you only come out at night.” you snickered. there was a long pause on the phone call suddenly left with a groan. “why do you always ask so many questions.” he says back.

“it’s not my fault i want to actually see my boyfriend.” you said with a chuckle. the line goes dead silent once again. something was off with void today but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact problem.

“maybe you can come over in a few.” you suggest. “i think it’s better if i come over later.” he retorts. does he really think i’m that stupid.

i used to think i was smart, but you make me look so naive

“y/n, when will we ever get to meet this boyfriend of yours”, lydia asks questioningly . the whole pack turns their head to look at you, except for of course stiles.

“he’s always really busy, you know.” kira gives you a questioning look. “he always seems to be busy, doesn’t he?” scott remarks. scott and lydia seemed to be the ones most interested in what is up with your boyfriend.

“guys i know you think he’s up to no good, but believe me; he is just really busy.” you cough out. you try to convince yourself of the words you’re saying, but each day it’s harder to lie to yourself. maybe he just is really busy

the way you sold me for parts, as you sunk your teeth into me

you cry out in pain as void sinks his teeth into you. it wasn’t as bad as last time, but you have to suck it up for him. this is the only way he could get his power to be with you. his teeth seeping into your flesh made him feel better.

soon after void is finished with you he lets go, “you did so good y/n.” you wince out in pain as he runs his finger over the newly bitten mark in your flesh. you flinch when he puts his mouth down to kiss it. he slowly backs away from your skin and gives you a less than compassionate smile.

“it will be over soon little dove, just a little more.” he grasps at your hand to hold it. “you’re doing so good already, why stop now”, he chuckled. you gasp in pain as he sinks his teeth into you.

only a few more minutes

bloodsucker, famefucker

the marks were soon gone as void gave you some of his power to regenerate your skin. it still hurt but he seemed to be more compassionate this time around. it was hard to be around void in this time of night, he liked to get dark and you didn’t understand how concerning it was.

he liked to be rough with you, in many aspects. but if it was enough to stay with void, you would do anything to make it happen. he was like a bloodsucker, but you never realized it. he would suck out all of energy from you, and never replenish it. he is a vampire in that aspect.

bleeding me dry like a god damn vampire

“y/n, Y/N, are you okay??” scott yells. you aren’t able to hear him well as your hearing is fading in and out. you feel yourself being rolled somewhere. “scott, where am i?” you muster up the strength to say.

it was hazy all around you. you couldn’t seem to pinpoint where you were. you heard ringing in both ears and you felt hard lights upon you. “where, where is he?”, you manage to say. “don’t worry, stiles is on his way.” you feel yourself go down the long hallway faster and faster. “no- no, not stiles.” you begin to feel your surroundings.

it seems to be that you’re at a hospital. your only thought is to where void is. is he okay? “where is void.” the spinning stops, and you are faced with scott to the side of you.

“what are you talking about?”

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roodles03 · 8 months

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Ssshh, He's having a Teen Angst Moment

I had a lot of my teenager angst moments to the "Sour" album by Olivia Rodrigo, but I got over that stuff by the time "Vampire" came out. Now I just connect this song with Hunter lmao.

I was just listening to the song and just felt compelled to draw it with it with Hunter. I could've made an awesome comic, but I was like, "Let's make the stupidest thing imaginable," and now this exists-

God Hunter would just love Olivia's songs-

#now you know why I always use text #my handwriting is dogshit #the owl house #the owl house hunter #hunter the owl house #hunter toh #toh hunter #hunter park #hunter deamonne #hunter noceda #olivia rodrigo #vampire olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo vampire #toh fanart #the owl house fanart

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todayontumblr · 8 months

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Friday, September 8.

Guts time.

There are many definitions of guts. For some, it is simply the stomach or belly: the long tube in the body of a person or animal through which food moves during digestion. For others it is a reference for feelings, suspicions, or reactions of an instinctive emotional response: I don't trust them... I can feel it in my guts. This can also be a word synonymous with bravery: They had guts to do that extremely dangerous and extremely niche Parkour move above moving traffic. And we are sorry to inform you that the British have devised their own, appropriately British use: something that causes deeply felt sadness, or disappointment. Ow m8 I'm well gutted that it's still rainin cos now my fish n chips av gone soggy, is one such unfortunate example of how a British person might be expected to use the word in this context. But from today, Friday, September 8, there's a new definition in town: #olivia rodrigo releases her long-awaited new record today. We'll give you three chances to guess the title.

And remember: be sexy, and be kind x

#olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo icons #guts #guts olivia rodrigo #guts album #guts 2023 #olivia rodrigo vampire #bad idea right #olivia rodrigo guts

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whamicon · 1 month

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he says i’m so american, oh god, i’m gonna marry him!

#whamicon 2024 #singer icons #olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo icon #olivia rodrigo icons #olivia rodrigo sour #olivia rodrigo guts #guts world tour #so american #olivia rodrigo obsessed #olivia rodrigo style #olivia rodrigo fashion #olivia rodrigo headers #olivia rodrigo vampire

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multitaylorsversion · 9 months

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“oh yes i know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?” WHICH IS SOMETHING BUT THEN “i only see him as a friend, i just tripped and fell into his bed” OH MY GOD???

#olivia rodrigo vampire #sour olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo #guts olivia rodrigo #spill your guts #guts album #olivia rodrigo guts #bad idea right

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thekraken · 10 months

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Olivia Rodrigo’s VAMPIRE (2023) dir. Petra Collins

#olivia rodrigo #oliviarodrigoedit #vampireedit #olivia rodrigo vampire #dailymusicians #dailymusicqueens #dailywomen #orodrigoedit #orodrigo #edit.

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meganwasbored · 10 months

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“i used to think i was smart but you made me look so naive” don’t do this to me

#olivia rodrigo #vampire #vampire olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo vampire

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caitlynscat · 10 months

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Wednesday: What’s wrong with you?

Yoko, pinching the bridge of her nose: I guess a certain pop artist released a song and now I will not hear the fucking end of it.

Wednesday: What song?

Enid, walks up to them: Hi girlies!

Wednesday: Mon Coeur.

Enid sits in front of Yoko: Hey babe.

Yoko: Please don’t.

Enid: Have you heard of Olivia Rodrigo’s new-

Yoko: SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!

#wednesday #wenclair #wednesday addams #jenna ortega #enid sinclair #the addams family #incorrect wenclair #incorrect wednesday #olivia rodrigo #vampire #olivia rodrigo vampire #incorrect quotes #netflix wednesday

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behindthesefangirleyes · 6 months

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“Vampire” by Olivia Rodrigo // Heartstopper

This montage is so important to me for the reason stated in the caption. Ben clearly hurt Charlie the most, but he repeatedly harassed Nick throughout season two. So much so that he was a component of Nick’s anxiety attacks on more than one occasion.

#nick nelson #ben hope #charlie spring #narlie #imogen heaney #kit connor #sebastian croft #rhea norwood #heartstopper #heartstopper season 2 #olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo vampire #tiktok

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saamarraahh · 8 months

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GUTS 🩸

#olivia rodrigo #sour olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo guts #spill your guts #olivia rodrigo sour #guts olivia rodrigo #bad idea right #vampire olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo vampire #bad idea right olivia rodrigo #lacy olivia rodrigo #ballad of a homeschooled girl #the grudge olivia rodrigo #get him back #pretty isn’t pretty #love is embarrassing

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uhhrellys · 10 months

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you're so convincing

how do you lie without flinching?

#olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo edit #olivia rodrigo lyrics #olivia rodrigo sour #olivia rodrigo guts #olivia rodrigo vampire #digital art #collages #digital collage #graphic art #artitst on tumblr #myedit #myart #cruellesummerkits

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mysticallystilinski · 8 months

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vampire [2] | v. stiles x fem!reader | angst

summary: when void pushes you to the brink, you can’t help but feel helpless

warnings: angst, swearing, manipulation, abuse, blood, mention of harming others and mention of murder

♫ (vampire - olivia rodrigo)

a/n: [ here’s part two to vampire! send requests for more! - requested by @spideysimpossiblegirl - ]

and every girl i ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

the lights are dim as you sit up in your hospital bed. your head was pounding, but you were determined to get answers. scott barged in the door with a blonde girl following close behind him. “i did what you asked, now can you just tell me what’s going on?”, scott huffs out. you breathe in deep and manage to say “let me talk to her first.” she comes from behind scott’s back and your first impression of her was she looks a lot like me.

scott walked out of the room as you slowly pushed yourself up to sit on the edge of the cold, weary bed. “janie, so i’ve heard you dated void stiles before?”, you question. her look gazed upon you and her mouth droops open a little. “don’t worry, i’m not here to intimidate you.” her shoulders drop back down as you slowly say those words. “yes, i dated him, why are you asking?” she seems to laugh out.

her face contorts as the silence fills up the white room. “has he done anything to you?”, you say. her breathing starts to get heavier as the question seems to fill up her mind. “he’s bad, bad news.”

you called them crazy, god, i hate the way I called them crazy too

“void can you just listen to me for once?”, you scream out into the open. he emerges from the shadow with a sly look on his face. your blood starts to bubble, heating up as he makes his way closer to you. “i talked to janie, she told me everything you did to her.” void seems to laugh at the quip of your words.

“god she’s so crazy y/n, why do you listen to people.” he spits out. you start to question what he means by that. his words start to fill inside the brim of your head. it seems that every time he talks, his words engrave into your mind.

you don’t know if it’s his connection to you, or something else but he seems to know every aspect of you. he knows how to take control of your mind, and twist it into his own. “i guess i can see how she’s crazy”, you say hesitantly.

you're so convincing. how do you lie without flinching?

“she didn’t mean anything to me” you gasp sarcastically as his words. “she didn’t mean anything to you? SHE DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?”, you blasted out. “of course she meant something, there wouldn’t be a reason why she wouldn’t.”

he grins in response to your words. “so you believe her over me, is that what you’re saying?” you laugh right back at him. “of course i believe her, she’s my bestfriend.”, you say echoing about malia.

your psyche of void was getting cloudier by the minute. void was never the brand of being to be honest. you didn’t know who to perceive in this moment of realization. “please, just be honest void.”

“i promise you, that i would never do anything like that”. your viewpoint of void shifted as the words passed through your memory.

oh, what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked-up little thrill

you feel the paralyzing feeling hit you. you’ve never done this before and this it the first time you’ve felt this. you seem the blood in the corner of your hands. “NO, what have i done.” you scream out in horror. void emerges from the corner of your eye with a slight smirk on his face.

“good job little dove, i knew you could do it.” your mind was a blur from the past hour, but with the clues it has seemed that void put you up to doing something worse than ever imagined. you start to panic as you wipe the blood onto your shirt in order to get it off.

your breathing starts to get heavier and heavier as your mind comes to the realization of your actions. you feel a sharp pain in your neck as void stiles attached his soft lips onto it. he starts to suck, and everything becomes one, big, blur.

can't figure out just how you do it, and god knows i never will

“PLEASE JUST TELL ME HOW TO GET RID OF THESE THOUGHTS” you scream in agony. void looks up from his hands to stare into your cold eyes. “it will get better, please don’t worry.” void seems to get softer by the day, and you seem to get harder.

his hands fiddle as you stare into them. his fingers slowly mesh around into each-other and they find his way to his hair. you feel a sudden rush in your body to do something. you get off the bed, and head to where void is sitting.

his eyes were still placed onto the floor as you take his hands from his hair and interlock them into yours. “void, look at me”. his dark brown eyes slide their way up your figure as they shake in place.

you grab onto his face, and vastly place your lips onto his. his lips taste like honey as you five deeper for more. your tempo of motion was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

“y/n?”, lydia asks. she stops in her tracks as she sees who you’re with. “void”, she huffs.

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