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The White Witch
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫
nettspend x singer!reader (002)
contains: mentions of weed, fluff, anxiety, slow burn
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“nett fans are freaking out because you and yn both revealed your new hair, do you have anything to say about that?” the interviewer asks.
Gunner had just gotten off stage, another rolling loud performance checked off the list.
“Uhh, no, I don’t know her like that. I bet it looks sick as fuck tho” Gunner replies.
Gunner didn’t know you. He knew of you and your music but the two of you never spoke at all. Which was weird because of how close you were with Amari. Your paths just never crossed.
You were pretty knocked out, you and Amari had spent the night watching the other performers and drinking together. The two of you laid in the bed of your airbnb, talking about random things as you waited to fall asleep.
“Yo, have you checked your Instagram?” Amari asks. “No, why?” You reply. You saw Gunners hair when you stopped by his performance but it never occurred to you that it would be an issue with the media.
“Look at this shit.” He says with a chuckle. He hands the phone to you, an Instagram post was pulled up on the screen - one with a side by side picture of your hair and Gunners hair. The comments were filled with assumptions, and opinions.
Some liked the idea of you two together, some hated it. You had never really thought of Gunner that way. “Good lord” you say with a sigh as you hand the phone back to him. “We’ve literally never talked, I thought that was known too.” You add. “Yeah but you know they be going crazy” Amari says.
The last thing you wanted was a big topic before your set tomorrow, it was your first time ever performing for rolling loud and you were already beyond nervous.
Your eyes wander around the room, thoughts pile your head. “You’re good girl, don’t worry about it.” Amari says, pulling you in to lay yourself on-top of his arm.
“You should be excited, this is huge for you.” He adds. “I know it’s just - so annoying. I can’t even have a hair color without the whole world freaking out.” You stress.
“You have to admit, it was crazy timing”
“Yeah I guess, but still! You’re supposed to be on my side!” You tease.
“Relax. You need to sleep this off.” Amari says, flicking the lamp off leaving the room completely dark.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘
You stand backstage, Amari right behind you with his hands on your shoulders supporting you.
Fans roar as they wait for you to come out. Your heart begins to beat faster, waiting for the music to start.
People backstage run around to make sure everything is perfect, and through all the ruckus backstage your mind was silent.
The beat begins, the adrenaline flows through your veins as you prepare yourself to please the crowd.
Lights go low, the people in your ear piece letting you know it’s time to go on.
Fans begin getting louder as the lights go down, as you get into position everything is lifted, your anxiety, your thoughts, your emotions, everything. Your body feels lighter, so does your mind.
The stage was where you were meant to be, where you always wanted to be. Nothing ever mattered when you were doing what you loved, nothing could bring you down from the high.
Everything was so small when you were in-front of a crowd who loved you.
You didn't think the crowd could get much louder until you played the first song you had ever released. It was a single you made with Amari one night when the two of you were high. You never played it on stage unless Amari was there and today, he was.
You ran backstage for a quick water break and got ready to go on with Amari, as you took a sip of the water you caught a glimpse of the cherry red hair. You thought you were going insane, you didn't even get to process it before it was time to go back on.
The crowd was insane when they saw Amari run on stage with you, and while everything was going perfectly most of your focus was taken away. You had no idea what he'd be doing backstage for your set. It could've been to see Amari, but he was nowhere near him at all.
You tried to push it out of your mind, you only had to make it through three more songs, and you did.
As you ran off stage Amari already had water for you.
You gave him a quick side hug and were quickly greeted by Gunner. "Oh, hey." you say out of breath.
"Hey, you were great out there." Gunner replies. There was something so weird about talking to him, it didn't feel forced, but it didn't feel normal either. "Thank you, I saw you play for a little last night, you were great too." you complement.
You couldn't figure out what was weird about the whole interaction, you knew you'd meet him at some point you just didn't know it'd be like this - under these circumstances.
You head back to your airbnb, Gunner and Amari chatting on the way there. You didn't really have any mental capacity to talk, which was normal after a show. When the three of you get back Amari leads gunner tp the coach before following you back into the room.
"How you feeling?" he asks. You didn't know how you were feeling, part of you felt great after your performance but another part of you felt oddly conflicted about Gunner's presence.
"I'm good, I didn't know he'd be backstage." you reply. "I know, me either. He came to ask about the media stuff and ended up staying and watching you." he explains. Him saying he willingly stayed to watch you made you feel even more conflicted. You never really put any thought into Gunner, you just knew he was Amaris friend who made good music. It never occurred to you that he'd want to watch you perform - or that there would be rumors about the two of you.
Amari notices the shift in your presence, it had gone from calm to clearly off. "Hey, he's chill. And nobody knows he's here, okay? Just take a shower and come meet him for real when you're ready, alright?" His words give you comfort, especially now that you knew nobody would find out about this. Or so you thought.
UGRAPUPDATES has posted!
ugrapupdates: nettspend spotted backstage and y/ns rolling loud set after denying knowing her. what do you think?
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user1: this shit fishy as hell
user2: maybe they js met today?? idk?? why would he lie
↳ to avoid getting caught up like this
user3: she's too good for him
user4: this some bs
user5: the matching hair and yall really think they dk each other..
⤷ acting like only one of them can have red hair
user6: I'm too nosey for this I need to know what's going on
Amari left the room shortly after, giving you space to do what you needed to do. You hopped in the shower, the warm water hitting your back. Your body untenses, a sense of calm falling down your spine.
You allowed yourself to decompress, taking your time in the shower.
Once you had gotten out and pampered yourself and headed out to the living room.
You didn't have a clue in the world that this was posted, as far as you knew nobody had a knew he was with you.
Gunner and Amari passed a blunt back and forth as they watched some basketball game, there wasn't much talking and it didn't bother you. There wasn't much flowing through your mind anyway.
Even with the lack of talking Gunner kept peaking at you, he'd literally go out of his way just to check you out. You acted like you didn't see it when in reality you couldn't avoid it.
He offered you a hit, and you accepted. Your fingers grazing against his as he passed it to you. It was such a little thing but felt so big to you.
Out of nowhere it happened the moment you thought wouldn’t.
“Yo shit, look at this.” Amari says, showing you and Gunner the phone.
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good ol days and silver springs shaking hands across the void as songs written by women who are the faces of famous bands whose partners also in the same bands wouldn’t let them love them and acknowledged that their voices would haunt their former partners endlessly :)
Love Me - T.K
BACKGROUND ~ Tom and Y/N have been together for multiple years, although Tom had a playboy persona, he was truthfully very loyal and loving to his partners. Y/N never doubted Tom’s loyalty, not even once. Until one day while he was on tour, her trust shattered.
a/n ~ this is not my usual story, but trust ima cook don’t even WORRY. unfortunately im a slut for some angst to smut 💔💔 (NOT PROOFREAD)
CONTENT & WARNINGS ~ smut, fluff, angst, p in v (missionary), cheating, rumors
“Rumor has it: Tom Kaulitz has a new fling, petite blonde woman, Chantelle Paige.” The news article reads, my eyes scanning desperately over the computer screen in hopes it’s a joke. My heart is pounding in my throat, my vision blurring until I can’t see. ‘I’m being pranked’ I repeat in my mind over and over to convince myself this isn’t true.
My hand shakily reaches for my smartphone, dialing Tom’s number as a choked sob escapes from my trembling lips. A beep, and immediately straight to voicemail. I dial again, telling myself his phone’s just off. Once again, his voice rings in my ear telling me to leave a message. Nothing tells me he isn’t cheating, nothing to defend his actions.
The photos of them in the car laughing replay in my mind, and I shut the laptop anxiously. I fall back on my bed, finally letting the tears spill freely down my cheeks and silk pillows. The place that used to feel like home, feels unusually foreign to my tense body. The one thing to comfort and calm me, not only across the world, but talking to other women like there’s no issue.
I need to sleep. To sleep away this miserable gut-wrenching feeling that feels inevitable. I stand up and get rid of any light that threatens to disturb my already overly sensitive retinas. I slip off my shorts, replacing them with my silk Victoria’s Secret pajama shorts to match my pajama top. I put my hair into two loose braids on either side of my head, a comfortable hairstyle for hopeful relaxation.
My room is now pitch black, the one that was recently shared with the love of my life. I fall into my plush bed, my eyes fluttering shut in exhaustion. Although my body is uncomfortably stiff, I still find comfort in my bed. I finally fall asleep, the pain intertwined between each of my heartstrings resting with the rest of my body.
~ TIME SKIP 4 HOURS ~
As I sleep the pain away, I’m blissfully unaware of the fact that the band came back early. Tom isn’t supposed to come home for another week or so, but their concert got canceled so he wanted to surprise me. He quietly walks in the front door, noticing the dark atmosphere of the whole building. He stays silent, setting his suitcases down and taking his shoes off.
Usually, he would call out for me and shower me with attention. But since it’s obvious I’m asleep and he’s home early, he decides to stay quiet and look for me. A small smile stays faint on his full lips as he navigates the dark house, searching each corner for me. He reaches the bedroom door and knocks as softly as possible, not wanting to disturb me if I was busy or asleep.
I stay deep in slumber, my limbs and facial features twitching in the pitch black of the night. After only silence meets Tom’s ears, he decides to open the door; his sleepy gaze meeting my sleeping form. I seem rather peaceful to the outside view, but the pain in my chest intensifies. He walks over to the bed, sitting down on the edge to avoid waking me. He reaches out and rubs my shoulder ever so slightly, his eyes feeling impossible to tear away from my body.
Being a light sleeper, I awaken from his touch in a startled motion, pulling away. I blink slowly, trying to adjust my eyes in the dark to see the strange shadow sat right beside me. “Hi beautiful…” The voice whispers, it sounds similar but my brain can’t seem to figure out who it belongs to. After leaning in some more to see better, I finally realize Tom is here. My heart wants to reach out and latch onto him, to cry and beg for answers to why he cheated; but my brain and body refuse. I stay still, staring at his face, the familiar blur in my eyes coming back.
“Why?” Is all I manage to croak out, my voice hoarse and weak, something neither of us expect. He doesn’t reply, and in those 5 seconds of silence my brain is convinced he wants to separate and never see me again. He turns and flicks on the soft bedside light, looking into my eyes once more. “What? What’s wrong baby? Please talk to me…” He says, reaching out and gently pulling me to his chest in which I immediately break into broken sobs which I shamefully can’t stop from escaping.
“Why did you cheat… I never- never expected you to do this to me a-after everything.” I continue to cry uncontrollably, my fist softly hitting his arm. I want to hit him harder, to show him how much this hurts me, but my heart constricts me from any strength. “What?..” He simply replies, utterly lost and confused. “I would never cheat on you, where did you hear that?” He asks, pulling back to look into my eyes. Something suddenly clicks in his features and his eyes shift to less emotion than I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck… listen to me, baby. That meant absolutely nothing. I was drunk, she told me you came to visit and we were surprising you. I didn’t lay a finger on her, she tried to kiss me but I pushed away and I guess that was taken out of context.” He begins to ramble, his hands gripping mine and rubbing the knuckles with his thumbs. He kisses my cheeks and eyes, trying his best to calm me without accidentally making himself look guilty. “I would never in a million years cheat on you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, I couldn’t imagine throwing that away for some random bimbo for a night.” He whispers against my skin, kissing me in between every few words as if he’s sealing them into each of my pores.
He always knew how to make me feel better, even when I was sure I wouldn’t budge. But this time, his words and actions feel like clouds against my burning skin. His love soothing my frayed nerves almost instantly. “Please, let me make it up to you…” He begs, moving his head down to my neck and leaving soft kissed and gentle love bites down the curve from my ear to my collarbone.
I don’t reply, unable to get any real response out; so I nod softly, hoping he notices. He smiles against my neck, his hands moving to my hips to lift me onto his lap. His motions and slow pace show he isn’t doing this with lustful intent, but to show his love for me in every way possible. While his lips and tongue continue to caress my skin, his hands slide off my pajama top and shorts. I’m now in a pair of light pink underwear, otherwise completely bare on top of his fully clothed body.
“You’re beautiful…” He mumbles, pulling back to look at me. His eyes roam over my face and my body, the intensity feels like he’s looking into my soul. Before I get the chance to respond, he leans in again to kiss my lips, his eyes fluttering shut once more. His tongue slides between my lips, caressing mine with intensity. As I sit on his lap, my knees on either side of his hips, he begins to move my hips back and forth in a grinding motion. He moans into my mouth, his hips bucking up slightly before he stops himself.
He lifts me up, laying me on my back and getting up from the bed to take his own clothes off. Once he’s in just his boxers, a large bulge is prominent in the front of them looking right at me. He smiles softly at me, pulling them down without breaking eye contact. Although his eyes never leave my face, mine slowly pan down his tan body. Without words, he looks down at my panties and basically tells me without words to take them off.
I quickly slide them down my legs, kicking them off somewhere on the floor by the bed. He approaches the bed again, crawling on top of me. His lips immediately latch onto my neck, kissing and sucking as his erect cock brushes against my lower belly as his body moves. His body slowly moves down mine, lips never leaving my skin for even a moment. Kisses are placed everywhere: my lips, cheeks, neck, breasts, stomach, hips, thighs.
Once covering each inch of my body with kisses, he comes back up to my face with a small grin. He leans in and kisses my lips, slowly sliding inside of me with as much care and affection as possible. It’s a bit difficult to adjust to his size, but with his slow pace and deep thrusts, it’s easier than usual. “You’re so beautiful.” He declares against my lips in a soft moan as his hips slowly move back and forth.
Tom has never been a very vocal person during intimacy, so him moaning turns me on more than I would’ve anticipated. My hands law awkwardly by my sides, softly gripping the comforting beneath our conjoined bodies. Although this act is already intimate enough, it feels like I could be closer to him; physically and emotionally. My hands hesitate as they move up, wrapping around his neck as our lips meet again in the softest kiss imaginable.
After a few more thrusts, his movements falter and he slows down tremendously. “F-fuck…” He whimpers against my neck, slowly pushing forward until his cock is fully emerged inside me. He pulls his head up for a moment, and just the view alone arouses me even further. His eyes are closed, his mouth propped open, sweat dripping from his forehead. He never shows the true pleasure he feels during sex, so finally getting to see this side of him feels rewarding.
“I’m gonna- cum.” He slurs his words, eyes forcing themselves open to look me in the eye. “Cum with me, beautiful.” He groans, thrusting again, “Please…” He whispers in a pleading tone. His cock begins twitching rapidly, matching the pulse that surrounds it. The second I feel his cum spirt up inside of me, it triggers my orgasm immediately. My hips jerk forward as the pleasure courses through my veins, taking his semi-hard erection even deeper into me. His head falls limp into the crook of my neck as he presses soft, sloppy kisses on the skin.
He presses a kiss on my lips before emerging from the bed, going to the bathroom and returning with a damp washcloth. “Open your legs.” He says softly, and I quickly oblige. He crawls between my thighs and slowly presses the warmth against my skin, cleaning up our mixed sweat and other liquids. “I’m sorry…” He begins, still keeping his touch light as he wiped away the remnants of our coupling. “For not reaching out as much as either of us wanted,” He continues in the softest voice I’ve ever heard from him, “…for not stopping the rumors sooner. You know I love you more than anything, right?”
“I love you too, I’m sorry for overreacting.” I reply shamefully, my eyes looking anywhere but at him. His large hand takes my chin and turns my head back to him, “Don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong.” He says finally, before sealing his words with a kiss.
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IGN Japan made a post implying that new P4 Revival information will be shown at the upcoming summer game fest stream
I checked a second translation that also seems to line up the Twitter one but keep in mind this could still just be speculative hype on their end
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