unpopular opinion: it’s super shitty that a majority of my followers/people i follow are cliquey as hell. 

probably going to do an entire revamp on this blog, including unfollowing every person i’ve reached out to for plots and my attempt just got ignored.

somebody should really message me for plots bc bored out of my mind and i literally adore all of you so much?? 

soooo sleepy but message me for plots pls??

anyone who wants to plot should message me, i’m making a comeback from a long hiatus and wanna dive back into threads that we can plot over, squeal over, torment the other with endless feels and angst. give it to me.

As a loud noise erupts from the front of the arena, Harley is quick to stand up and present a beaming smile in nothing but absolute pride. His teeth worked recklessly at the bow of his lesser lip as his hues eagerly awaited the presence of the small girl whom he hadn’t seen in far too long. As the familiar girl spun into what he could only assume was a fairly normal routine by now, he clenched back on his teeth as a rough wave of jealousy shook him to his very core. The way the dancers spun around the girl and attached and reattached their hands to various parts of her body. A shaky breath expelled through parted lips. Swirls of oceanic blue scanned the cheering arena and he knew in that moment - that the entirety of their past was supposed to happen in order for her to be where she is now. Doing something she loved. Harley’s fingers curled around the edge of his shirt as he settled his hue on the moving girl before him. Mountains of teenage girls collided against one another along the piece of the stage that extended out through the audience. Biting on his lower lip, he carefully fought his way through what was inevitably bound to be upset adolescent girls, but he just wanted her to see him. To know he was there. As he came face to face with the front edge of the stage. His long fingers curled around the barricade as he ignored the pleads from the young girls around him to move, because clearly the boy didn’t belong.  

she’s feeding off the energy from the crowd -- her heart nearly busting with an overwhelming adoration for the supporters who were singing lyrics that she’s kept to herself for so long at the tops of their lungs. it was such an amazing feeling and the sight alone could bring anyone to tears. a smile is gracing the young female’s lips as she sings along; trying not to get lost in the awe of how loud the concert go-ers seemed tonight. but she kept it on point -- meeting every note, switching up some pitch and belting out incredible vocal highs that most people dreamed of being able to achieve. cambrie’s never been one to let her talent go to her head though -- especially since she’s kept her voice hidden from so many people for so long. it’s never been something she’s used for bragging rights and maybe that’s part of why she’s constantly expressing how grateful for this once in a lifetime chance she truly is. 

fireworks are lighting up the center stage where she stands, helping illuminate the features of everyone’s face in the first few rows; that has her tripping up. familiar eyes are glued in her direction and she’s fumbling words trying to catch back up to the music. “and i know, and i know, and i know she gives you everything, but, boy i couldn’t give it to you, and i know, and i know, and i know that you got everything but i got nothing here without you baby--” only this time as the words come out on time, there’s an emotional trigger in her expression and the vocals she’s expelling are practically sorrowful. why the hell was harley there? 

the texture of gravel vibrates through the wooden board and remi is leaning into the gratifying speed. the skate park’s been closed since dusk but it’s never stopped her before -- hopping fences had become such an every day occurrence that it no longer phased her. converse clad feet step onto the mode of transportation hard enough for it to pop up into her hand and quickly be tossed over the height of the locked fence. in seconds she’s following behind; swinging a single leg over the top of the fence before her other leg follows and she’s dropping near to nine feet looking graceful as her feet touch the ground -- retrieving her board and walking in the general direction of her house.

THREE WEEKS LATER: three weeks. 21 days since he had seen, felt or even heard the missing part of him. it was like she had left him all over again and he had no idea what to do with himself. that night, she had been sought out and introduced to the tour life and while harley was happy for his better half, his heart couldn’t seem to mend itself. every day was the same. he woke up, next to a girl that loved him, that he didn’t love. he mindlessly wandered into the kitchen for coffee and proceeded to lock himself in his studio. there, he would spend hours on his laptop or phone, scrolling to the various updates on the other and then and only then, could he muster enough muse to paint - and it was only ever one thing. her.  so, when he got the notification that she was to be performing at a venue a few hours away, harley nearly jumped at it. telling his blonde counterpart that he had a gallery opening and would be back in a few days. pulling on a hoodie, he headed towards the airport. the plane ride was hours full of mindless drawings as he plugged his earphones in and let the small girl’s released songs pour out. when they landed, he immediately rented a car and made his way to the venue.  wandering through a crowded stadium, he found his seat - the closest seat he could get and chewed recklessly on the swell of his lesser lip, tongue flicking back and forth across the metal pierced through his pink flesh. as the music started and she made her way out, the blond’s heart pounded recklessly against his bones. there - in the same room, breathing the same air, was the love of his life. blue hues stayed focused on the small girl as he stood. his heart almost ached at how impossibly close she was. closer than he had been in 21 days and all he wanted to do was kiss her. hundreds of unanswered texts or calls - he assumed she had moved on and found someone better, so harley didn’t bother to tell her he had bought the third row ticket, or even that he was in the same city, but as her voice echoed out and the crowd cheered, the boy knew he was supposed to let her go. cambrie was a much bigger star now. her light was far to bright to be dulled by some artist.

the roar and excitement of the crowd only twelve feet from her dressing room has her stomach mirroring the feeling -- completely tied up in knots at what as to come. it didn’t matter how many nights she spent on the stage; it was always nerve wracking and incredible. feeding off the energy of the crowd was the best part; hearing them singing along, watching them dance away every bad thing happening at the moment and just for one night, they could connect to her through what she loved doing. it was comforting to know that others could relate to the same things she’s written about and the thought of knowing that every night helped get her to the stage at the very least. it also helped having the rest of her crew with her at every show -- keeping her mind carefree and also non-existent with thoughts of harley until the late hours when she couldn’t sleep and she was alone.

the night was like any other; she’s snuggled between her dancers and making jokes about whatever came up. cambrie’s laughing along of course but something has her feeling weird and she can’t put her finger on it -- gentle hands of the male beneath her move around her waist and rest at the base of her stomach, a feeling she’s thankful for coming over her and reassuring her to relax against his support. as the last song signals cambrie’s countdown to get to stage, the petite girl is rushing from the dressing room, digits tangled with a female dancer who’s running with her through the craziness of back stage. 

a loud boom happens, one loud enough to send he crowd erupting and brie can feel the emotions in the air as the lift begins to ascend her, screaming only growing as the silhouette of her body is being lit up by a single spotlight. the music starts and the body’s of her dancers begin to Incorporated their routine to the opening just as cambrie turns in her knee-high boots and a fit formed glam leotard, belting out the words of her song bang bang.

his teeth nipped at the base of her throat, creating little marks where his lips met skin - hell bent on showing the rest of his peers just who she belonged to. his waist bucked up into spread thighs, emitting a low grunt against her flesh. the metal of his piercing dragged across the tan skin. his long fingers curled into her thighs as he ground into her warmth. “fucking hell,” he husked roughly against her, a shaky breath escaping parted lips.

there’s no way to slow down the erratic thumping of her heart abusing her rib cage as she’s being consumed by the other. greedy hands are claiming her hips and cambrie can’t determine what’s driving her absolutely insane; the feeling of his palms claiming every inch of her there was to offer, or the pressure from his hips that are desperate to get him inside of her. and then there’s his tongue -- fuck, his tongue. hazed over chocolate irises flutter closed as the quietest of moans echoes in the small closet sheltering them, the small girl unable to keep herself completely quiet while she’s tugging at his jeans. 

and she almost sounds like she’s moaning as she pleads and sends a shiver right through the boy’s spine. raising his hand, he let it land back down against her flesh with a small smack and a smirk. pushing forward, he quickly pushed her backwards into the wall across from where they previously stood. large hands hesitantly abandoned the curve of her ass for the backs of her thighs, raising her up. his lips formed to the column of her throat as he parted her thighs and settled between them. 

she gasps as her back comes in contact with the wall, chills rising along the length of her arms and legs but she’s too distracted on the feel of his mouth and his hands that are groping her thighs to be bothered by the cold against her back.  ❛ fuck-- ❜ she’s craning her neck, allowing him complete access to her throat as her hands tug at his hair, defined hip bones digging into his upper waist.

“i think it’ll be you that has that problem, babe,” he husked. raising a brow, he backed up into the wall with a thud. he quickly grasped at the curves beneath her waist and pulled her flush against his own. messy kisses created colliding lips and teeth. his tongue was eager to slip and slide along her lower lip before pulling it between his teeth. his fingers dipped beneath the edge of her skirt, grasping and her ass tightly. “i want you,” he whispered breathlessly against kiss bruised lips.

a harsh gasp is coaxed from the petite female as artistic hands grip her ass perfectly, causing an unsettled twisting sensation in her stomach. brie’s already panting, her own hands skimming the length of his back until they fall to his waist, urging him to be closer (if it were even possible) and tracing the divots of harley’s back dimples.  ❛ baby.. ❜ she’s practically whining for him, begging hues captivated by the features of his face while his body language is confirming he wants her just as much -- the bulge in his now unbuttoned jeans pressing against her hip.