⋆ ̊࿔ Hes frustrated after another break up

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Shane x Masc! User

Established relationship

Request by Morrostonesucker

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Tw/Cw: None

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Shane has never been good at keeping girlfriends. That’s not gossip. That's the pattern. And when you’ve traveled with Silverstein long enough to recognize the rhythm of it.

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Constant calls. Promises to make it work. Then the cracks start to show. The jealousy. The arguments about distance. The accusations that he loves the stage more than he loves her.

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You’ve seen the cycle repeat enough times that you can almost predict the ending.

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Tonight was no different.

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The argument started behind the dressing room door, low and heated. You weren’t trying to listen, but you didn’t have to. Her voice rose first. Words like “never around” and “I’m tired of competing with your band” cut through the hallway. His voice followed, tight and defensive, pride flaring instead of softening.

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Then the door flew open.

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She stormed past, eyes glossy with anger, brushing by crew members without apology. She didn’t look back. You did. Shane stood in the doorway for a split second, chest rising hard, jaw locked. It looked like he might go after her.

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He didn’t.

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he grabbed his microphone and walked straight toward the stage like the argument had been nothing more than background noise.

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The performance was different. Even if the crowd couldn’t tell why, you could. He pushed himself past his usual limits. His voice came out rawer, rougher.

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The second he stepped offstage, the shift was immediate. The microphone hit the couch harder than necessary. His shoulders were tight, his jaw flexing. He didn’t talk to the band. Didn’t look at the crew.

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He looked at you.

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There was no hesitation in it. Just focus. Like you were the only solid thing in a room.

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He jerked his head toward the exit. You followed without being told twice.

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The walk to the tour bus felt heavy; When the door shut behind you both. the noise of the venue vanished.

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His hands were on you fast, firm at your sides, guiding you back until your shoulders met the wall. Not careless. Not mindless. Just intense. Like he needed something real beneath his grip.

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His breathing was still uneven from the show. His forehead hovered close, not touching, but close enough that you could feel the heat rolling off him.

Note:

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Tags: ‎silverstein, Emo, emotional hardcore, Mlm

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