And all the lights that light the way are blinding
Title: Motivation
Fandom: Rockstar Addict Verse
Characters/Pairings: Scarlett/Hunter
Rating: PG-13 for implied drug use
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz & I
She practically skips out into the back yard, blonde curls bouncing under a red knit hat, dragging Hunter along with her. “Come oooon! You are such a slowpoke today, what is with you?”
“Nothing,” he murmured, rubbing his head a little. “I’m just sobering up a little, it’ll pass.”
Scarlett bit her lip, touching his shoulder. “You sure? We can go back inside if you don’t feel well.” She put her gloved (and soggy) hand in his and started toward the house. “Come on, I’ll make you some hot chocolate. Might even throw in some of those little marshmallows if you’re good.”
He smiled, and as cheesy as it sounded, felt instantly comforted by her touch. “I’m fine, Scarlett. You said, wanted to film while it was still snowing outside. It might stop soon.”
“Well, if you’re sure.” She smiled at him before adjusting her scarf and pulling her camera out of her bag. “Alright, lets fire this baby up.”
“You’re going to ruin that, you know.”
“Ruin what?”
“Your camera. The snow is gonna fuck it all up and it really isn’t worth it.”
“Of course it is!” she protested. “Haven’t you ever heard that every snowflake is unique?”
“That’s a load of crap and you know it. Every snowflake looks exactly the same; like flying dandruff.”
She giggled. “Flying dandruff!? That was beautiful, poet boy.”
“Wish I was a poet,” Hunter mumbled, scuffling a pile of snow with his shoe.
“Are you kidding? Some of your stuff… blows my mind, Hunter. You’re amazing.”
He smiled weakly. “Only some?”
“What?”
“Some. You said some.”
“The ones I can understand,” she explained, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear. “I guess I don’t get… some of the ones that you write when you’re high.” She stopped, turning of her camera and gently cupped his cheek. “Look, Hunter, I know I’m the last person who should be preaching to anyone about slowing down but… have you ever considered quitting? I mean, with a clear head, I bet you could-.”
“Scarlett,” he said softly, leaning into her touch. “They’re all written when I’m high. I don’t know how to write sober anymore, nothing comes.”
“Hunter, I know muses can be real bitches sometimes, but I really don’t believe you can’t. It’s in there, you’ve just forgotten how to get to it.”
He bit his lip, letting his eyes meet hers. “I… wanna quit, I do. I wasn’t always like this, you know. I just… haven’t had the proper motivation.”
She nodded slowly before leaning in for a kiss. As they pulled away, she rested her forehead against his and murmured: “How’s that for motivation?”
Hunter smiled. “ You know, I think that just might work.”
“I’ll help you, I promise.”
His smile widened into a grin, as he kissed her hair. “Thank you.”
But he doesn’t need to, because for the first time in her life, Scarlett made a promise she intended to keep.
Fandom: Rockstar Addict Verse
Characters/Pairings: Scarlett/Hunter
Rating: PG-13 for implied drug use
Disclaimer:All belongs to vylentcrymz & I
She practically skips out into the back yard, blonde curls bouncing under a red knit hat, dragging Hunter along with her. “Come oooon! You are such a slowpoke today, what is with you?”
“Nothing,” he murmured, rubbing his head a little. “I’m just sobering up a little, it’ll pass.”
Scarlett bit her lip, touching his shoulder. “You sure? We can go back inside if you don’t feel well.” She put her gloved (and soggy) hand in his and started toward the house. “Come on, I’ll make you some hot chocolate. Might even throw in some of those little marshmallows if you’re good.”
He smiled, and as cheesy as it sounded, felt instantly comforted by her touch. “I’m fine, Scarlett. You said, wanted to film while it was still snowing outside. It might stop soon.”
“Well, if you’re sure.” She smiled at him before adjusting her scarf and pulling her camera out of her bag. “Alright, lets fire this baby up.”
“You’re going to ruin that, you know.”
“Ruin what?”
“Your camera. The snow is gonna fuck it all up and it really isn’t worth it.”
“Of course it is!” she protested. “Haven’t you ever heard that every snowflake is unique?”
“That’s a load of crap and you know it. Every snowflake looks exactly the same; like flying dandruff.”
She giggled. “Flying dandruff!? That was beautiful, poet boy.”
“Wish I was a poet,” Hunter mumbled, scuffling a pile of snow with his shoe.
“Are you kidding? Some of your stuff… blows my mind, Hunter. You’re amazing.”
He smiled weakly. “Only some?”
“What?”
“Some. You said some.”
“The ones I can understand,” she explained, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear. “I guess I don’t get… some of the ones that you write when you’re high.” She stopped, turning of her camera and gently cupped his cheek. “Look, Hunter, I know I’m the last person who should be preaching to anyone about slowing down but… have you ever considered quitting? I mean, with a clear head, I bet you could-.”
“Scarlett,” he said softly, leaning into her touch. “They’re all written when I’m high. I don’t know how to write sober anymore, nothing comes.”
“Hunter, I know muses can be real bitches sometimes, but I really don’t believe you can’t. It’s in there, you’ve just forgotten how to get to it.”
He bit his lip, letting his eyes meet hers. “I… wanna quit, I do. I wasn’t always like this, you know. I just… haven’t had the proper motivation.”
She nodded slowly before leaning in for a kiss. As they pulled away, she rested her forehead against his and murmured: “How’s that for motivation?”
Hunter smiled. “ You know, I think that just might work.”
“I’ll help you, I promise.”
His smile widened into a grin, as he kissed her hair. “Thank you.”
But he doesn’t need to, because for the first time in her life, Scarlett made a promise she intended to keep.