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! rockstar boyfie !

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INTRO/FEMPOV :

You can't help but feel lightheaded in his arms, the softest, yet most tense of holds as he guides your fingers across the tight strings of the guitar sat prettily in your lap. Your thighs spread slightly against his, mind feeling oddly fuzzy with the scent of his vanilla cologne.

"Hold it just like that, mama."

A/N: hey guys i'm writing this on my school laptop bc my phone keeps glitching out but I think i'm back !! will be writing a lot more dw