mostly smut, some of them are quite kinky-ish, just check the individual chapter warnings. the first ones are probably bad, they're older.
more on my Tumblr @goblinontour
warnings: smut, just normal fucking, parasocial, obsessive, possessive behaviour, the usual
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The club was thick with bodies, shadows moving against shadows. The kind of place where it was easy to get lost, to blend in with the noise, the drinks, and the haze of cigarette smoke. But not me. I didn't come here to disappear.
I came to watch him.
From my seat at the bar, I had the perfect view of him, all sharp cheekbones and dark allure. He was onstage, fingers gliding over his guitar. His voice, that velvet murmur, wrapped itself around the room like a secret shared with every soul present. But only I knew the truth. He was mine.
He didn't know it yet, but he was. At least, that's what I told myself.
I watched him like I always did, and the fantasy played out the same way in my mind: our eyes would meet, he'd smile — just for me — and we'd fall into step, into each other, as if we'd always been connected. There was something between us, wasn't there? Some unspoken bond I couldn't explain, but I felt it. Deep down.
But then, somewhere in the back of my mind, a whisper: He doesn't see you. He doesn't even know your name.
I silenced it with another sip of my drink. The bitter burn of whiskey washed down the truth, letting the lie sit comfortably on my tongue. I was his, and that had to mean something, right?
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The set was almost over. Alex crooned the last few notes of a song I couldn't hear over the blood rushing in my ears. He was standing under the harsh glow of the stage lights, his silhouette cutting through the smoky air like a living dream. I couldn't look away, even as I saw the other girls edging closer to the front of the stage, their wide eyes glued to him, hanging on every word, every strum of his guitar.
They didn't know him like I did. They couldn't.
But then, did I?
The whisper came back, louder this time, gnawing at the edges of my fantasy. I gripped the glass tighter in my hand, refusing to let it take hold. I was his. I had to be. He'd just never said it. Yet.
