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in love with the mess - day eleven

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : smut (p in v, fingering dirty talk), angst, fluff

length : 6k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @blacksoul-27 @somebodyels3 @kageyasma @spikeisdaddy @broken0mens

a/n : Enjoy!! Leave a comment if you do hehe 💕

•••

day eleven

What on earth was one supposed to do when everything they’d ever craved, ever needed without quite knowing that they’d needed it at all, suddenly seemed to appear right at their fingertips while knowing that every move toward it would only make it recede further?

Waking up in an empty bed had flooded my brain with loneliness, feelings of rejection, a cold seeping into my bones, just for a moment, completely automatically, but then the rest of my senses loaded in and as soon as my hearing permitted me to realise I was far from alone in the apartment, my whole body relaxed again. A chaotic mixture of shouting and uninhibited laughter filtered through the open door, interrupted by the tell-tale noises of pots and pans and everything else Oli’s kitchen had to offer. Then, slowly but surely, the scent of coffee reached my nostrils. I inhaled it deeply, turning onto my back and snuggling into the blankets for another minute.

How cruel was the world to gift me this moment? I wanted to sink into the bliss this morning provided. The domesticity. The soft wake-up, the realisation that Oli and Noah were preparing breakfast, the gentle lull of the bed that promised a future that could look exactly like this.

Could it? The pull at my heart stung more painfully than ever. The clarity that all I wanted seemed so close and yet unattainable hit me harder than before. I didn’t want to assume that either Oli or Noah were doing it with any ill intent, but the way they kept dangling this possibility in front of my face hurt all the same. What would it take to get this for real? Every morning of my life? My whole body seemed to ache with the love I had for them.

I was on the verge of giving up. Not giving up either of them or this thing we had going on. Giving up on being quiet. Giving up on hiding my feelings, lying about what my heart was screaming for, making myself and my needs smaller than they were. Maybe then, we would stand a chance. Maybe if I was being honest with them, they could be honest with me too. If only there was any sort of knowledge that their truth would bear the same content as mine.

Five more days of this tour. Five more days until we would, in some capacity, have to part ways. Oli was going back home to finish the album. Noah was heading on another tour. I was… well, packing up my things and trying to find a place to stay. How much longer would I manage to keep my mouth shut? I didn’t just want to blurt out a confession of love, hit them out of nowhere, possibly scare them away with my intensity. But I would have to speak up, sooner or later. Before the tour was over. I couldn’t leave without letting them know, even if it meant the end of things. Even if it changed my relationship with Oli irredeemably. Even if it meant never having Noah again. I’d simply have to find the right moment.

Or rather, moments. I wasn’t sure if telling both of them at the same time would be wise. They were two individual people that each deserved my undivided attention. As much as my heart was beating for both of them, it would be wrong to pretend it had the same quality with both. I’d known Oli for years, a crush that had been steadily growing, going dormant and growing again. Noah had only appeared on the scene recently, even if he’d caught my heart with no difficulties at all. But it was different. Every love was. Their own, the one between them, was too.

A loud clatter pulled me out of my thoughts. It was followed by a beat of silence and then rambunctious laughter. The smile on my face appeared involuntarily at the sound. Rolling myself out of the sheets, I quickly looked for something to put on, remembering I only had my dress from last night. Pulling a few drawers open, I located an oversized sweatshirt in Oli’s closet that I allowed myself to put on along with a pair of clean boxershorts. My underwear from last night was too sticky to even consider it.

The kitchen was a mess when I entered. It seemed like the two of them had made it their mission to open every single cupboard and then proceeded to place every single item in there somewhere completely different. In between, some cooking that wanted to be an English breakfast had happened. Still, as soon as I was spotted, shuffling toward them on bare feet, Oli made quick work of fixing a plate for me with whatever hadn’t gotten burned or landed on the ground in their mayhem.

“I promise, I actually know how to cook,” Noah whispered in my ear as he hugged me good morning, his hands moving upwards on my thighs until they disappeared under Oli’s shirt. “Not so sure about him though.”

We both turned to watch Oli plate some more stuff for Noah and himself, some of it looking suspiciously black, but he was obviously trying so hard to make it a good breakfast meal that my heart couldn’t help but flutter at the sight.

It was perfect. Too perfect.

•••

The morning was filled with half-edible food, giggles over the breakfast table and slow, lazy kisses on the couch as we took turns showering. Oli ended up lending Noah and me some clothes that definitely looked more ridiculous on me than it ever did on those two men, but it was still better than trying to make do with last night’s outfits again. It still very much felt like a walk of shame when the cab driver all but dropped us back off at the hotel. I almost asked if Oli would mind us grabbing our suitcases and going right back to his place to stay there for another night until we had to get going to London. But I didn’t.

Noah and I had planned to make a quick dash to our respective rooms to change into clothes that actually belonged in our closets while Oli would make his way to the venue, but the plan was foiled when we realised that the rest of Bad Omens were gathered in the hotel lobby, chatting and… well, probably waiting for Noah before heading to the arena together. Unfortunately, that also meant that the three of us were the topic of conversation as soon as we got spotted.

Folio saw us first, his eyes moving back and forth between us, then up and down our bodies as he seemed to realise what we were wearing. He gave a low wolf whistle that briefly caught the attention of every uninvolved person in the lobby, but he didn’t mind at all as he approached us with a big smile on his face.

“Noah! We’d been wondering where you were. You could have told us you were spending the night with your boyfriend and your girlfriend!”

In an instant, Noah’s face had taken on a blush like no other. He dropped my hand as if caught in some sort of compromising situation, his eyes darting everywhere but me or Oli.

“Very funny, Folio,” he mumbled, but there was no humour in his voice.

“Come one, you all look like you’ve had a very good night,” the drummer continued, harshly slapping Noah’s shoulder in what I assumed was supposed to be a friendly, if teasing, gesture. “No need to be shy about it.”

But Noah wasn’t shy about it. Not exactly. Noah was… somewhere between embarrassed and terrified. At least that was what he looked like. The shuffling of his feet, the way he played with the hem of the shirt and then suddenly let go as if stung by the realisation it was Oli’s, the restless energy. Even Folio backed off suddenly.

“I need to change,” Noah announced and before anyone had the chance to stop him or even say a single word, he had set off towards the lifts. He needed to change. He didn’t say he was going to. He needed to. It set off all the alarm bells in my head. I couldn’t let this whole situation run off its course again, whatever the course was. But I also knew better than to push Noah into what would only result in him withdrawing and refusing to talk altogether.

“We should talk to him,” Oli piped up next to me.

“We should. But not now. Bryan needs you for pictures and then you’ve got soundcheck. I’ll meet you at the arena, yeah?”

Oli nodded, not quite convinced, but knowing that his schedule called for him. We’d already taken the whole morning off, it was time to get back to work. I moved to quickly press my lips to his cheek before heading to my room as well, but he stopped me, hand on my neck, leading me exactly where he wanted me.

And then, in public, and in front of everyone still watching us, Oli Sykes kissed me.

•••

“Aubrey! Just the person I was hoping to see!”

I stopped dead in my tracks at Becky’s voice. I’d successfully maneouvered Oli from soundcheck back to his dressing room where he’d have a bite to eat in preparation for the show when I decided to see what sort of mood Noah would be in. If it was time to talk to him yet. As much as he preferred to battle his demons alone some times, there was a point where he would simply end up overthinking and, at worst, grabbing some bottles again, and I wanted to stop that process by all means necessary.

However, I’d only just made it into the general standing area of the venue when Becky called me over. I shot one more look at Noah on stage, in the middle of his own soundcheck and seemingly miles away in his mind, before walking over to the sound booth.

“So, slight trouble ahead,” she said, kneading her hands awkwardly. “Someone on the team is having a family emergency and he needs to leave after the show. Which means we’re good for tonight, but we’re a pair of hands short in London. I have some contacts for the Dublin show so that won’t be a problem, but no one is available for the next two days on such short notice. I’ve already talked to Oli and Noah and they agreed so I thought I’d ask if you could help out for those gigs?”

My brain was whirling with the amount of information she’d just dropped on me. But it was one particular piece it got stuck on - why had she asked Noah? Oli was a given, considering I was technically his employee and he’d have to do without me if I was gone during soundcheck and the actual show, but Noah didn’t make any sense.

“Noah?” I questioned, more to myself than anything else and Becky interrupted me immediately.

“Will you? Please say yes. It’s important. Really.”

“Sure,” I smiled, even though I felt anything but sure at that moment in time. Still, she needed help and if I could be of any use, it would be ridiculous to decline.

“Perfect!” she exclaimed, reaching over the barrier to pull me into a hug. “You won’t regret it!”

I didn’t know what that was supposed to mean either.

•••

Noah vanished right after soundcheck, which seemed to be a special talent of his. All of his usual hiding spots came up empty and if he’d left the venue in some capacity, there was no way I’d be able to track him. Trying the dressing room one more time, I opened the door, just a small gap, to peek inside, but the only person present at all was Nicholas.

To my surprise, he waved me in. I followed the invitation gratefully - not only was I out of ideas on where to find Noah before the show, I also didn't have anything else on my schedule for the day. Plus, I'd not really had the time to hang out with anyone apart from Oli and Noah lately.

A beer was thrust in my general direction as soon as I sat down on the other end of the couch. It wasn't my favourite, but I took it anyway.

“So, Aubrey, how are you doing today?”

I stared at Nicholas with the most suspicious look I could muster. “Nick, in the ten days we've been in this tour together, we've not once made silly small talk.”

He chuckled, a little nervously, a little caught out, but he looked so sweet that I couldn't even pretend to be mad. “Yeah, I don’t know why I said that.”

The silence settled between us for a moment, but I didn’t mind. I figured he’d called me in here for a reason, and I’d give him as much time as he wanted to needed to figure our what to say.

“Would you mind if we stole Noah away for the night?”

“What? I mean, of course. He’s your friend, you don’t need my permission to hang out with him.”

I had been hoping to spend the night with both him and Oli again. Go pack to his place. Maybe have a quiet night in before the four-hour drive to London tomorrow. Get some takeaway. Stare out of Oli’s windows to watch the city as it fell asleep and woke back up. But with Noah making an abrupt exit this morning at the hotel and being basically untraceable ever since, my hopes had been dwindling anyway.

“‘Course, ‘course,” Nicky mumbled, briefly looking up at me with a smile. “I’m not complaining about you spending time with him, by the way. But we…” He looked contemplative, as if trying to decide how much to tell me. “We sat down together, Folio, Jolly and I, for lunch today and we decided we need to talk to him. Because, well, he seems very happy to hang out with you and Oli but then it takes one comment from Folio and he just closes off completely.”

I’d seen it first-hand, more than once. They were right to be concerned, too. With all the fun we were having among the three of us, reality kept punching Noah in the gut relentlessly. I still wasn’t entirely sure what sort of demons he was battling, but they were weighing heavily on his mind and impacting his moods. The other three were probably both worried about his ability to perform as their frontman and how he was coping as their friend. And as much as Oli and I needed to talk to him, sooner or later, maybe what he needed right now was the people he’d known for years.

“I know,” I sighed in response. “He switches from extremely carefree to withdrawn and pissed off in a split second sometimes. An evening with the guys will probably do him good. If… I don’t know if it’s appropriate, but if he says anything, you know… I don’t know, that would be helpful to know… I know you don’t know me very well but I genuinely just want what’s best for him and I’m at a complete loss sometimes.”

Nicky’s hand on my shoulder was so reassuring, I suddenly felt like I had to bite back tears. “I’ll let you know. Unless we somehow get him to grow some balls and talk to you himself.”

I giggled, pushing away the emotions, leaning slightly into his touch, simply glad to know Noah was surrounded by people who really cared about him and his wellbeing. Even if that included bullying him on the low when he was being a diva about communicating properly. He deserved it, to be honest.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight then? Hope it’s not an intervention because that’ll probably make him run for the hills immediately.”

“No,” Nicky laughed slightly. “We’re just going to call it a guys’ night. Take him out after the show. Have a beer.”

I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrow at him a little bit. Somehow, he caught it immediately. The questioning look on his face compelled me to talk.

“He’s been… drinking. I don’t know if that’s a general pattern with him, but, sometimes, it’s to the point where he doesn’t remember things the next morning.”

Nicholas seemed more somber than he had been the entire conversation. The way something flashed in his eyes, just for a moment, told me enough. Enough to know that this wasn’t exactly the first time he might have gone down that road. And that they were well aware of it, too.

“I’ll keep an eye on him. Promise.”

I nodded, finally getting up from the couch with a heavy sigh, my almost untouched beer still in my hand. “Well. I’m going to need the rundown tomorrow. And if I don’t see you again before you leave, good luck.”

“I might need it.”

•••

Some days, things just tended to go wrong. And while, a lot of the time, I could accept that, be gentle with myself and move on, today was not like that. At all. What had started as a lovely morning with Noah and Oli had quickly spiralled into worries about the former, then feelings of confusion and being slightly overwhelmed at suddenly working with Becky for the next two days. I couldn’t find Noah anywhere, but I’d all but given up on that since the conversation with Nicky. I’d check up on the situation tomorrow, when, hopefully, some things were cleared up. At least in Noah’s head.

But then my AAA pass went missing. It wasn’t a massive problem, excluding the embarrassment of having to let people know that the person who was responsible for keeping Oli in check and organised had managed to misplace what was probably the single most important item on any given tour date. What bothered me much more was the fact that I’d attached my Powerfuff Girls keychain to it, as I’d been doing every day since I’d bought it.

Lee was the one to find me, near tears, picking apart Oli’s dressing room to no success.

“Alright, let’s walk through your day then. You’ve obviously had it when you arrived here or you wouldn’t have gotten in. Where did you go from there?”

I knew he technically didn’t have the time to run this through, but I was simply too distraught to send him away, silently grateful for his help as we re-traced my steps from Oli’s dressing room to the sound desk and catering to all the hallways I could have possibly walked. Additionally, both of us had shot messages into any group chats we were part of, but so far no one had replied with positive news.

“Wait, is that-”

Lee was pointing slightly further ahead in the hallway. I was there in an instant. There, on top of one of the boxes, was, indeed, a backstage pass. Adorned with my name. Only - there was no charm on it.

“But- that doesn’t make sense!” I exclaimed, turning the item over in my hands, then bending down to study the floor around the box. “If I’d lost it, it would surely be on the ground and not up here, right? And if someone picked it up, they could have given it back to me, because my name is on it. And why is the keychain missing? There’s no reason for it to detach!”

Lee shrugged his shoulders, not quite as bewildered as I was, but I figured he also didn’t have as much personal attachment to a keychain. I had the pass back, which should be all that mattered, probably.

“Aubrey! Aubrey, help!”

Oli’s voice echoed through the hallway. He didn’t sound like he was in any imminent danger, but I still set off as soon as I’d reattached the pass, finding him in the middle of his dressing room. He stood in the most awkward, uncomfortable way, his head strangely bent down toward his shoulder. I was about to question it when he turned around, showing me exactly what the dilemma was.

“My hair!”

I didn’t know how he’d done it, but some of his strands were caught up in the rings of his black jacket. I bit back a smile, very unsuccessfully.

“How the fuck did you do that,” I giggled, unable to hold the noise back as soon as I opened my mouth.

“Does it matter? Help me out!”

With laughter still wrecking my chest, I started fumbling with his hair and the accessories on his jacket, trying to be as delicate as possible as he kept making noises of pain even when nothing was actually tugging on his scalp. Drama queen. I finally pulled him free, giving him a soft kiss, before toying with his outfit until it was perfectly in place.

“Thank you, love,” he said, suddenly mellow. His hands were toying with my hair now, mindlessly playing with the strands as he stared at me. I felt as naked and vulnerable under his stare as I felt protected. “Can I invite you over to mine again tonight?”

“You don’t even have to ask. Can we grab my suitcase this time though? I’d rather not do another walk of shame tomorrow morning.”

“Anything you want.”

I almost melted at how soft he was. I wasn’t sure if it was me or the fact that he was in his hometown, playing to more people than ever, knowing that friends and family were watching, but I wallowed in it all the same.

“I don’t think Noah’s coming, though,” I added after a beat of silence and only after I’d managed to tear myself away from the way his eyes were seeing right into my soul. “The guys are taking him out. But we’ll talk to him tomorrow, right?”

“Tomorrow,” Oli agreed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

•••

The show in Sheffield was nothing short of magical and when Oli came off stage, he was an electrified bundle of energy. He was all over me, pulling me into his arms, completely ignorant of the way his sweaty skin stuck to mine where my top didn’t cover me, swaying me side to side.

“Fuck, I just love playing here,” he mumbled into my hair before pulling away just so much that he could look at me without having to fully let go. “What do you say to going straight home? I really need a shower but I’m so tired of venue bathrooms.”

I ignored the way my heart fluttered at the idea of home being not just his but all of our place to retreat to. I had no idea if he’d meant it like that or not, but suddenly I wished for nothing more than a shared comfort place. With him, and with Noah. Instead of dwelling on it, I sniffed at the fabric of shirt, loudly, just to annoy him.

“Yeah, that’ll just about do, I don’t think the uber driver is gonna kick you out for that smell just yet.”

“You’re fucking rude,” he laughed, carefree and not the slightest bit impressed. Then he continued to envelop me in his arms, awkwardly rubbing his body against mine. “There. If I smell, you do too.”

I couldn’t hold back the giggle, pulling him away from where several people working at the venue pretended not to stare at us and his antics, and started making my way outside with his hand firmly in mine. “Guess we’ll both need a shower.”

•••

Neither of us mentioned the way the backseat of the cab seemed a little empty as we made our way to the hotel to pick up my suitcase and then Oli’s place. Even though Oli’s energy was filling the space tenfold and we kept talking, giggling, touching as innocently as possible while still being within the driver’s view, I was sure that he felt the absence of a third person in our midst. Tomorrow, I told myself. Tomorrow we’d talk to him. For now, I decided to focus solely on having Oli all to myself tonight.

The place was as homely as the night before, immediately drawing me in. I almost wanted to collapse on the couch, place myself just in the right way to stare out the windows once more, stay like that until the sunrise appeared, but all of that went straight out my brain as soon as Oli started undressing. He was still in the living room, lights on, with the curtains still drawn open, removing piece by piece and letting it fall on the floor. It didn’t really matter that he was fully on display - no other building in the vicinity was close or high enough to grant anyone the view that I was getting.

More and more tattooed flesh was being put on show and I drank all of it in, studying Oli’s body in a way I never had the chance to before, his broad chest, strong arms, muscular thighs, his half-erect cock. By the smirk on his face, he enjoyed the way I attempted to commit every single details about him to memory.

“Come on, love, you can’t be getting into the shower in all of that,” he grinned, motioning toward my outfit, but made no move to step closer. I didn’t mind. I could undress all on my own.

It wasn’t that I was actively trying to impress or give a show, my entire being was much too clumsy and lacking self-awareness for that, but the way I removed my top, my bra then let my skirt and tights follow before dropping my panties down my legs still seemed to have him hypnotised. It didn’t make me feel insecure. It made me feel like the most desirable person on the planet.

With his hand softly taking mine, Oli pulled me down the hallway and into his bathroom, making quick work of turning the shower on, checking until he was satisfied with the temperature and then pulled me under the large waterfall shower head. It was pure luxury. Both the way the hot water was raining down on me and how Oli wrapped himself around me once more, nothing between our naked bodies, just touches all over that had me sigh in utter relaxation.

I could feel him growing a little harder against me as my nipples perked up, but neither of us was in any hurry to do anything about it. Instead, Oli grabbed one of the bottles on the shelf next to him, stepping back to first lather himself and then me in shower gel. His hands were all over, starting at my shoulders, moving over my breasts with the utmost care, one arm, then the other, moving down my body, my back, my thighs, until he was basically kneeling in front of me. I took it all, the goosebumps following in the wake of his fingers, shivers running up and down my body under his delicate touch. When he stood back up to direct us back under the water, I almost cried out at the loss of his hands on me, before they were back, scrubbing me clean, reaching every single inch of my body. I did the same for him.

I couldn’t tell how long we stayed there as the mirror and the windows fogged up, I still could have remained there for longer, feeling safe and protected and warm, the world outside nothing but a far away thought that had no room between us. But my skin was getting wrinkly from the water and my brain was starting to get mushy from the heat, so we reluctantly detached from each other and stepped into the humid bathroom. Oli wrapped a towel around me, impossibly fluffy, then put another around his waist. We dried each other’s hair as much as possible before giving up, deciding we’d deal with the mess of it tomorrow.

Oli’s bed was unmade, none of us having had the time to strip and remake it this morning and it gave me a brief ache in my chest when I realised just how much Noah was missing, but Oli gently pushed me onto the bed, both of us losing our towels as we slid under the blanket, lights out, still staring at each other as much as our eyes allowed as they got used to the darkness.

“You’re amazing,” he said out of nowhere, his voice a little rough as we hadn’t spoken much since arriving, but it was his words which took me by surprise. “I’m sorry we drifted apart so much in the past. I think I pushed away just how much I need you.”

He moved a strand of hair away, tucking it gently behind my ear, and I had to take care not to let a trail of tears follow. Something in his voice was so honest, so vulnerable and true that I couldn’t help being emotional. It was more than I’d ever gotten from Oli, more than I’d ever thought I’d get, and even with everything that had been transpiring on this tour, I hadn’t seen it coming.

“I need you too, Oli. I don’t…” I swallowed, hard and audibly, my hand finding his, intertwining our fingers. “I don’t ever want to be without you again.”

It still felt like a risk, saying it out loud, not yet daring to say what I was really burning to utter, but hoping and praying that he knew, that he would get it, that my voice and my eyes and my hand in his would tell all. And when he kissed me, it felt like he did. When his hand wound up in my hair, it felt like he did. When he sighed against my lips, so softly, it felt like he did.

I wanted to stay in this moment forever. Anything that meant keeping his hands on me and his mouth on mine. It was so impossibly soft and sweet, it almost made me believe I was dreaming. But then Oli rolled himself on top of me, hot skin warming up my own, every single inch of him on me, his lap slotted against mine, my nipples hardening as they rubbed against his chest, and the kissing suddenly wasn’t even close to being enough. I wanted him, needed him, all of him.

The blanket was easily kicked off as the temperature rose, our naked bodies emitting more than enough heat as my thighs wrapped around Oli’s waist, pressing him harder against me. His mouth moved from my lips to my jawline, down my neck, over my breasts. All I could do was sigh in pleasure, letting his long hair tickle my skin on the way. I could feel he wanted to move further, until his head would rest between my legs, but I held onto his shoulders, then pulled ever so slightly at the back of his scalp to make him look up at me. Those gorgeous, deep, ever-changing eyes that lured me in, even when the dark room, illuminated by nothing but street lights below and the moon up above, barely let me see them.

“I want you, Oli,” I mumbled as soon as we were face to face again. “I just… want you.”

Oli, miraculously, understood. He kissed me again, so deeply that it made my head swim, before reaching down. I gladly let my legs fall open a little more, inviting his fingers in.

“At least let me prepare you a little, my love,” he whispered against my neck, one finger entering me with a sound that was impossible to ignore, a second immediately following. “So wet, so lovely and wet, just for me.”

I tried to get him closer, get more of him, pulling him in, everything that he would give me. I was losing control quickly, of the way my body moved, of the noises that he ripped from me.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you like this.”

At the way his words sounded, voice low and raspy.

“Been dreaming about this so long, you don’t even know. Never thought you’d allow me to be with you like this. That you’d let me have all of you.”

He pumped his fingers a few times, experimentally adding a third finger which barely took any effort to slide in at all. Every single one of his words seemed to send another wave of lust over me, leaving me dripping and relaxed and more than ready to take him. When he pulled away, I whined pathetically, almost grabbing at his arm to keep him there.

“Come here, sweet thing.” He held his fingers out to me, tapping my lips to get me to open up. I licked them clean eagerly. “Taste yourself. Taste what you’re giving me. All for me.”

My brain wouldn’t have worked even if I’d actively tried to use it. I dumbly sucked on his fingers, a delirium waiting to happen, barely registering when he removed them from my mouth again to reach for the bedside drawer. He blindly grabbed a condom, ripping it open and putting him on, all the while keeping his eyes on my as much as possible. I loved how they looked. All hooded and pupils blown, full of arousal. I could only imagine he would be staring back at the same sight.

I immediately wrapped my legs around him again when he settled back on me. His forehead rested on mine, both of us breathing heavily, unable to keep still or quiet enough for another kiss when he pushed in.

“So perfect,” he moaned, completely in tune with mine when he buried himself in me. “So perfect, sweetheart.��

Then he started to move, slowly, carefully, as if he was afraid I could break or fall apart underneath him, and I wasn’t entirely sure that I wouldn’t. I felt like I was barely able to breathe. His cock in me, perfectly filling me up, his hands, whenever they weren’t holding his body up, everywhere on me. His eyes fully focused on mine.

The closeness hadn’t been there before. Not to this extent. And it almost made me want to break out in tears. It was simply so much, bordering on too much, while being just perfect, and all I could do was claw at his back, pull him that impossible inch closer, feel him all over, his breathing mixing with mine. He still took the time to look into my eyes, all throughout. One of my hands moved from his back to his cheek, unable to keep myself from touching his face, cradling it lovingly, a soft moment in between the heavy moans and loud noises.

Still, I didn’t see it coming.

Both of us were on the edge, steadily leaning over it and ready to fall. His thrusts were becoming quicker now, a little more shallow, and then his fingers were on my clit and I came so fast, it took me by surprise. I clenched around him, riding out my high with fingers digging into his back, letting myself fall into the feeling completely, knowing he’d be there to catch me and then he came undone too, low groans accompanying his release as he rutted into me again and-

“I love you.”

#Noah Sebastian fic #Noah Sebastian #Oli Sykes fic #Oli Sykes #Noah Sebastian x reader #Oli Sykes x reader #in love with the mess

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HIII!!! can I request an angst where the reader and the band were at a club and Tom is just flirting with this girl ( like touching her and eyeing her ) and the reader gets so mad and punches the girl and it causes a whole argument between Tom and the reader and it ends with smut 😏😏. HAVE AN AMAZING DAY !!

yess lovely!

Makeup sex

PAIRINGS: Tom 2008 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF + SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: The band and Y/N decide to go to the club to celebrate their recent album launch, before leaving Y/N and Tom have a massive fight, causing a lot of tension. He has been jealous of her male friends and won't stop causing problems, y/n then catches him flirting with another girl and she is livid, she starts a fight with the girl, Tom gets pissed and on the way home they have another argument, then Tom makes it up to her with makeup sex, reassuring her and talking things out A/N: WHY DO U GUYS LOVE BEING CHEATED ON DAMN, jk ty for the req ily, sorry if this isn't as you expected I felt like it needed to have makeup sex and apologsing, etc. <33 WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), slight teasing

Me, my boyfriend Tom and the rest of his band went to a club to celebrate their recent album launch. We had a massive fight beforehand, he was getting really posessive and wanted me to stop hanging out with my guy friends, I got mad and started to yell at him, causing us to be 20 minutes late to the club.

I was walking in with Tom, his eyes already fucking darting at all the women in short skirts and tight dresses, I grunted and nudged him "look at me not them, I'm your girlfriend not a fuck toy" I let go of his hand and walked off, super pissed.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes and disappearing in the crowd. I turned to Bill, "i'm so sick of his shit, I am so close to breaking it off with him" I sighed, he frowned and put his hand on my thigh "I know, he can be stubborn huh?" I nodded and hugged Bill "i just want him to realise how I feel, it's always about him" I winced, Bill rubbed my back reassuringly "cmon, let's have fun" Bill grabbed my hand and led me to the bar, ordering some shots and cocktails to loosen ourselves up.

Later in the night I went on the dancefloor and saw Tom eyeing up this blonde bitch, twirling her hair with his fingers and tracing her curves teasingly, my breathing hitched and tears pricked my eyes. "Motherfucker.." I grunted, my chest heaving up and down.

I was filled with rage, storming over and pushing him "what the fuck?" he stumbled back, surprised at my presence "uh..i.." "shut up!" I yelled, the girl nudged me slightly "who the fuck are you?" she narrowed her eyes at me "im his girlfriend you stupid slut!", she gasped, looking offended "well, obviously he wants me more", that comment hit me deep, I screamed and punched her in the face, busting her lip and butchering her nose.

"Woah! Hey hey hey!" Tom yelled and grabbed me, preventing me from hitting her any further, dragging me away. I screamed and kicked, trying to be let free, "get the fuck off me Tom! I fucking hate you!" I cried out, he talked with the guys briefly and shoved me in the car, ignoring my cries.

"What the fuck was that? Why did you punch her?", he grabbed my wrist, I scoffed "why? Tom are you deaf or something? You couldn't even stand up for me, you are a fucking coward!" I yelled at him, pulling my hand away and getting out of the car, walking into the street. I wrapped my arms around my torso, a million emotions fluctuating through out my body.

I heard Toms heavy footsteps behind me, "wait! Come back!" he screamed after me, grabbing me by my waist and turning me around to face him, holding me close to him and forcing me to look at him. "Don't fucking walk off" he growled lowly, I rolled my eyes "fuck you Tom, let me go" I tried to pull away but his grip was too strong, "we are going home, don't fight because you know you won't win" he mumbled, shoving me back into the car and locking the doors, speeding off back home.

We argued heavily as we drove home, still arguing when getting into the house. "I'm so sick of this shit! You make me feel crazy for having valid emotions!" I screamed at him, he crossed his arms "you're so fucking dramatic, I didn't do anything with her" I sighed in frustration and held my head, trying to process what he just said.

"You are the shittiest fucking boyfriend ever, you're pathetic!" I yelled at him, throwing the necklace he gave me for our anniversary at him.

"Whatever.." he mumbled, storming into our bedroom and slamming the door, causing the floor to vibrate heavily. I grabbed my phone and called Bill, ranting to him about Tom.

"I think I have to break up with him, I am so sick of his shitty behaviour" I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks, my body trembling from all the anger.

"Y/N, just have a normal talk with him, you guys always argue" he sighed "I try to Bill trust me, but he always twists my words and makes it like it's my fault and then I get mad and yell at him" "I know..he really needs to step up his game, he is going to lose you any day now."

I cried out a little too loudly "I miss when he was a good boyfriend, I don't know what happened."

Tom stepped out of the room upon hearing this, his heart breaking slightly, realising his shitty actions towards her, "fuck.." he mumbled and walked towards her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around, Toms soft expression meeting mine, I glared and told Bill I had to go. I hung up and Tom came around, sitting beside me and rubbing my thigh softly.

"I'm sorry baby..I didn't realise how much I was affecting you" he frowned, I scoffed "oh really? the crying, multiple nights not sleeping together and constant arguments didn't give you a fucking hint?" I pushed his hand off me "don't fucking touch me, filthy fucking pig" I mumbled, moving away from him.

"Please baby..I'm really sorry" he cried out, trying to pull me closer to him, I sighed and looked back at him "no..it's too late" I got up and walked off, going into our guest room and deciding to sleep there.

I had to figure out what to do, I couldn't be in such a miserable relationship anymore. I grabbed some clothes I had in there from the other times I had to sleep in here, putting them on and slipping into bed. I heard a faint knock at the door "baby..let me in..I'm so sorry" he winced, I yelled back "fuck off! leave me alone!", he sighed and walked back to our bedroom.

I woke up to the bed dipping slightly and familiar, comforting arms wrapping around my waist. "Baby..i'll do anything to make it up to you, I can't lose you, I love you so much" he kissed my neck lovingly, I caved in and turned around, whispering in his ear "turn the lamp on" he obliged and turned it on, illuminating his face, eyes red and puffy from crying so much.

I sighed "you know I love you, but you need to change or else I have no choice..we always fight and then have rough sex which leads to nothing being solved and the arguments to keep on going, I'm sick of it" he nodded "I know..i'll change i swear.." he pushed my head into his chest softly and stroked my hair.

"How about I make it up to you..i'll be gentle baby..appreciate you" he smiled softly, I looked up and nodded, laying back on the bed. Tom slowly crawled towards me, taking my shirt off gently and kissing my lips, down to my neck, then to my chest, both of my arms and down to my stomach, appreciating every little feature I had. "So beautiful liebe.." he wasn't being rough, passionate or lustful, rather gentle and sweet. Little did he know, I loved this side of him.

He pulled my shorts down softly, kissing me as he did it, "I love you baby, i'm not gonna allow us to fight like we do again, I want to love and hold you forever" he smiled softly, tears pricked my eyes and I nodded, "oh baby..don't cry.." he frowned, wiping a tear away as it fell.

I pushed my lips into his again, softly locking our lips into a sweet embrace. He slid his hand into my panties, softly rubbing my clit. I moaned into his mouth and bucked my hips "please...don't tease.." I whined, he chuckled softly and climbed up more, taking his sweatpants off and taking out his cock.

Before he could do anything I put my hand on his chest, "please be gentle.." looking up at him, he nodded and kissed my cheek "I promise baby", with that he slowly pushed his cock into my heat, bottoming himself out.

I held onto him as he started to thrust in slowly, his tip brushing against my g spot graciously, I moaned softly, his hands brushing small hairs away from my face "so so beautiful" "mein schönes mädchen", he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, making me feel loved.

His cock slid in and out of me so perfectly, like his cock was made for my pussy. He started to pick the pace up a little, thrusting faster. I moaned and bit down onto his shoulder "fuck.." he groaned, holding my hips tightly.

I caught his lips in a kiss again, it deepened, becoming more urgent. He looked down at me, his eyes full of love and desire. I felt so connected to him, like I was melting into him.

He started to move faster, thrusting a little bit harder but not too hard, the perfect pace, his hand coming up and squeezing my breast lightly, "you're perfect..so perfect" he whispered in my ear lovingly.

"G'nna cum.." I whimpered softly, a knot forming in my stomach and trailing down to my core. "Cmon baby..cum f'me" he groaned lowly, sweat beads forming on his forehead. The sight in front of me was so hot, Tom thrusting in and out, sweaty and his toned body, it made me so wet oh my god.

I moaned loudly, my thighs shuddering as I came on his cock, his orgasm followed shortly after, shooting his thick cum into my hole, painting my insides white. He collapsed forward, catching his breath, tucking loose hairs behind my ear.

After a while he finally spoke up, "i'm sorry for treating you so badly schatz, I honestly don't even have an excuse for my behaviour, I was just stupid and a big asshole" he sighed, kissing my chin softly, I smiled softly "yeah you were a big asshole, but I'm happy you're apologising, it means a lot" I continued "I hate when we have rough sex after an argument and it solves nothing, I want to be happy again like we were at the start" he nodded and held my hips, flipping us over so that I was on top of his chest, "I know baby, I'll actually communicate with you this time I swear, I will be a better man for you" he caressed me, tracing my curves just like he did with the other girl "did you actually like the girl you were flirting with" I said quietly, still obviously upset by it.

"No way baby, I just did it to piss you off, I don't know why but I was just being an idiot and you know I'd never actually hook up with her, you are my girl forever" he looked deeply in my eyes, I trusted him, usually when he lied he'd always look away but now this man can't break eye contact.

"I love you so much Tom, please keep to your word, I don't want to lose you" I frowned, he kissed me softly and played with my hair "I'll change for you, don't worry, i'll do anything" I smiled brightly and held onto him tightly.

E/N: HEYYYY GUYS

#tom kaulitz #tokiohotel #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz angst #tom kaulitz fluff #fluff #fluff at the end #sweet fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #smut #kind #comforting

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metallicaislife · 6 months

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Pushed to Confess

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni

Word Count: 1,360

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), m x f pairing

I was sitting on the couch at the Metallimansion. I don’t even know why I pay rent for my apartment anymore. I'm here every day when the guys are around, let’s be real even when they aren’t home I’m here. They joke that I’m the silent 5th member.

I was kind of a package deal when Kirk joined the band. He and I have been best friends since the dawn of time. Though I know I feel there is something more bubbling beneath the surface but are both too shy or scared to make a move on the off chance the other doesn’t feel the same.

Kirk had his hand behind my back tickling it softly as we were all in a big discussion about a new album released by one of our favorite bands.

Lars looked over as I made a comment and saw Kirk tickling my back.

“Oh my god will you two just kiss already!” He shouted. My eyes widened and Kirk’s hand stilled.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, Lars rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, stop with the ‘will they, won’t they’ act. Kirk likes you and you like him and the rest of us are suffering because Kirk whines about how much he wants you and you are always making eyes at him so please for the sake of everyone will you two just get it on already!” Lars continued shouting. I was mortified and needed to get out of here. I stood up and stormed out.

“Dude not the way to go about it.” I heard Cliff chastise Lars.

I went straight home. That’s right, this is why I pay rent so I can run and hide. As soon as I got into my apartment I pressed my back against the door. Tears entered my eyes. I mean I’m relieved in a sense to know Kirk feels the same way, but I’m mortified Lars chose to yell it out rudely as he did. And maybe Kirk and I were insufferable to the rest of them as we tiptoed around the idea of being more. Either way, Lars was lucky he didn’t catch my fist in his throat.

I changed into some cozy clothes and curled up on the couch putting on my favorite movie.

I was beginning to doze off when there was a knock at the door. I got up and answered it. Kirk stood in front of me.

“Hey.” I said, feeling awkward in front of him for the first time in my life.

“Hey, can I come in?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, sorry, of course you can.” I stumbled over my words and opened the door wider and he came in. I closed the door and turned to him.

“I’m sorry you had to find out that way. I should’ve just told you myself.” Kirk said, his eyes held a sincerity that warmed my heart.

“So what Lars said was true?” I asked and he nodded. I smiled softly.

“Good because I like you too, as more than a friend.” My grin widened. Kirk smiled and put his hand out to me. I placed my hand in his and he brought me closer to him placing a hand on my waist as the other cupped my face. I wrapped my arms around his middle. Our lips met in a life changing kiss. The electricity between us was off the charts. He pulled away.

“Why the hell have I not kissed you sooner.” He said.

“I don’t know but we can find ways to make up for it.” I grinned mischievously.

“Oh yeah?” He asked with a dangerous glint in his eye.

“If you catch me you can do whatever you want to me.” I whispered seductively. A spark lit in his eyes. I pushed off of him and began running for my bedroom. He wasn’t far behind, and honestly that was the point. As I entered my room his arm wrapped around my waist. He spun me around and captured my lips with his. He backed me up until my knees hit my bed. He pulled back and started to help me undress as I did the same with him. Our hands explored each other as we kissed sloppily. He pushed me down onto the bed and let me scoot back so he could hover over me pinning me to the bed.

He left sloppy kisses on my neck as covered every inch of me with his lips. He made his way down and kissed everywhere but where I wanted. His big brown eyes looked up meeting mine.

“May I?” He asked, hovering over my pussy.

“Yes.” I replied.

Kirk leaned down and kissed my pussy. He licked and sucked at it. My fingers gripped his hair tightly.

“You taste so fucking good.” He murmured, the vibrations sending tingles throughout my body. He slipped a finger in me pulling it in and out. He added a second and I squirmed.

“Feels s’good.” I moaned. He hummed against me, and I came screaming his name. Sorry, not sorry neighbors.

Before I could process what was happening, Kirk flipped me over. He grabbed a pillow.

“On your knees for a second, pretty girl.” He said. I did as he said and he laid the pillow in front of me. “Lay back down.” The pillow was situated so I could lay flat with my ass in the air. “Good girl.” He praised me. “If you’re gonna scream again scream against the bed okay? Don’t wanna bother the neighbors, do you?” He said as he rubbed his hands over my ass.

“No, don’t wanna do that.” I mumbled, my mind still a little hazy from my first orgasm. Kirk spread my legs and I felt him enter me. He groaned as I moaned. He continued rubbing my ass.

“Tell me when I can move, pretty girl.” He said. I gave it a few moments as I stretched around him.

“Please move, I need you to fuck me.” I said. He leaned forward placing a kiss on the middle of my back. Then he pulled his hips back before pushing back in. I moaned loudly then turned my head burying my face in the sheets. His pace wasn’t overly fast, but the power of it as he repeatedly rammed into my g-spot had me seeing stars as I screamed. Kirk smacked my ass.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well. My good girl.” He said, as he groaned.

I couldn’t last much longer, it was all so good and overwhelming at the same time.

I screamed again as I came squirting on Kirk, the bed muffling my scream. Kirk continued, tears streaming down my cheeks. I could feel his cock beginning to twitch. He pulled out and came all over my ass and back. He laid next to me. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. After a while Kirk got up and came back with a washcloth. He wiped me off.

“Come on, pretty girl, let’s get you in the bath.” He said, helping me up. He filled the tub and helped me in.

“Join me?” I asked.

“Let me change your sheets first. I’ll be right back, okay?” He looked at me so tenderly.

“Okay.” I said and melted into the warm water.

He was true to his word and came back. He got in the bath behind me and pulled me into his embrace.

“So what are we?” I asked softly.

“Well we skipped the first date, but I think we can still go back and do that. You know, out of order.”

“Like our friendship.” I chirped, causing him to laugh.

“Yeah, you declared yourself my best friend and invited yourself over before introducing yourself or asking for my name.” He smiled as he recalled the memory.

We took turns tenderly washing the other. We got out and went straight to bed snuggled up into one another.

I may be angry at Lars for his execution of it, but I’m grateful he said something pushing me and Kirk to finally cross the boundary into love.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #metallica smut #kirk hammett smut

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wavesoutbeingtossed · 3 months

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Ok so I had this thing bubbling in my head today. FIRST A DISCLAIMER: I 100% acknowledge that Taylor’s music is written from her perspective, from her gaze, about her own experiences and feelings. Just getting that out of the way.

But after thinking about the New Year’s Day/Peace medley from last night, it kind of hit me that there are several references in her discography to her making a commitment (to Joe), but there aren’t any of him reciprocating, or a mutual future being built.

(Again: I know that this is Taylor’s music, not Joe’s, so obviously she’s going to speak about her side of things.)

Even as early as reputation, we start getting references that this is the Big One for her, e.g. New Year’s Day’s “I want your midnights,” “you and me forevermore.” We continue to see more of these sprinkled throughout her subsequent discography, e.g. on Lover with Lover (“can we be this close forever and ever?” “I’ve loved you three summers now honey but I want them all,” the entire bridge being like wedding vows), Paper Rings (“I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings”), All of the Girls (“I want to teach you how forever feels”), folklore’s invisible string (“one single thread of gold tied me to you”) and peace (“give you my wild give you my child” along with, like, the entire rest of the song), evermore’s Cowboy Like Me (“that was before I locked it down,” “forever is the sweetest con,” “I’m never gonna love again”).

Midnights obviously has its share of references too, though interestingly maybe less overt than the other albums? Sweet Nothing implies a shared home she’s running home to, as does Hits Different (…). The Great War is probably the most obvious with, “I vowed I would always be yours ‘cause we survived the Great War.” There’s also “I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever,” in Paris and “I’m fastening myself to you with a stitch,” in Glitch.

The most obvious reference to her commitment that we hear is on You’re Losing Me, with “I wouldn’t marry me either” implying that it was something that was discussed and a point of contention given the way she spits it out in the bridge and there are also the references to their shared home (“remember looking at this room, we loved it cause of the light,” “every morning I glared at you with storms in my eyes,” “do I throw out everything we built or keep it?” Etc.).

Yet throughout these songs, where she’s saying she wants to be with this person forever, she wants to show him how forever feels, she wants to marry him, etc., in retrospect they’re kind of one-sided. AGAIN I UNDERSTAND THAT THAT’S BECAUSE THESE ARE TAYLOR’S SONGS. But it’s interesting that when she does sprinkle in references to his side of things, they’re directed at her (e.g. “You said I had to trust more freely,” “You say ‘I don’t understand’ and I say ‘I know you don’t,’” “You say ‘what a mind’,” and so on). It’s like she captures his reaction to her actions, but not that he’s in this with her.

I repeat: I know that this is because this is Taylor’s music, not Joe’s, and she’s writing about her experience of these situations. But in retrospect, and with everything we’re finding out now, it’s just really interesting that the way she wrote about commitment/marriage/family in her music about this period in her life was about what she wanted, what she brought to the table, what she hoped for the future, etc. But she didn’t write about how her partner made her feel about those same commitments. She vowed to always be his, but we don’t know if he vowed to be hers after the war. She fastened herself to him, but did he rip the seam? She wanted to marry him with paper rings, but YLM indicates the feeling may not have been reciprocated after all at the end of the day. Etc. In her music at least, looking back it’s like there isn’t as much reassurance on the other person’s end that this is what they wanted after all, especially by Midnights.

I know this is a jumble of thoughts and by no means a literary analysis of her discography, but it’s just kind of hit me out of the blue today in ways that I think were completely unintentional, but with the imminent release of TTPD, the secret songs on tour and the general ~vibes~ of what we’re all picking up these days, I think we’re in for some more emotional damage by this next album.

#Writing letters addressed to the fire #me thinking too hard about Taylor lyrics #Taylor swift #i guess i should also tag this with #the tortured poets department #Because i have a feeling the theme may recur lol

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winniethewife · 6 months

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What I did to you (Moon knight system x reader)

Chase two girls, lose the one (Steven x reader)

Part 1

Words: 544

She was about ready to just block the number altogether, 25 missed calls 100 messages, all Steven, begging and pleading to talk to her. She sighs and Opens the messages. A few stand out.

“Please call me back”

“Jake won’t talk to us.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You both mean a lot to me, I’ve never done this before”

“Remember that night I came home and you we’re in the living room Dancin' in your Levi's to that Paul McCartney Album?”

“I miss that. I miss us.”

“This was a mistake”

She closed the message app, she couldn’t look anymore eyes tearing up. Jake was alone and Steven was regretting the choice. But that didn’t make it right. Their feelings or hers. Marc married Layla long before the rest of them had a choice. She didn’t know what to do or how to do it. She wraps her arms around herself and looks around the room. So many memories right here, playing on the walls like shadows. Shadows of a love she once knew. She once knew them. Now she wasn’t so sure. Her phone rang and she didn’t look just hitting accept

“Hello?”

“Oh thank god you picked up.” Steven’s sweet voice came over the speaker

“Steven…we shouldn’t”

“I know, I-I know Love but I can’t help it, can I? I miss you, I feel like I’m suffocating.”

“What do you mean? I thought you wanted to work this out with Layla.” “I did, I honestly did, but it’s not going well. She’s very upset about the affair.”

“Well I don’t blame her I’m upset about the affair!” She replied sharply, she could almost hear him wince.

“I know love. I know.”

“Do you Steven? I thought I knew you. But you didn’t tell me, you we’re back from Cairo for months only I didn’t, I don’t feel like I knew any of you anymore.” She was tearing up

“Love please, don’t cry. I can’t stand to hear you cry.” Steven tries to comfort her but it just makes her angry

“Whatever Layla is making you do to make up for what happened is what you deserve…” She hesitates knowing what she wants to say will hurt him. “Steven, I was there before all of this, I loved you when you were just Steven with a V, from the gift shop. The little nerdy boy I fell in love with after a visit to the museum. I was the one who knew you, I was steady I was faithful, reliable. I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired, when the adventure that Layla and Marc have was too much and you just want to sit on the couch and watch nature documentaries. But you made your bed now lie in it!” She feels the anger in her voice getting more intense and the damage was done.

“I thought…What I did to you…what we did…its unforgivable.” There was that word again, unforgivable. She was able to forgive Jake weeks ago. But she felt like she couldn’t this time.

“It really was Steven. I can’t forgive you.”

“I know. I’m sorry for bothering you.” He hung up.

“I still wish you’d come back to me” She whispers knowing he can’t hear her.

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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hello!! could you possibly write something where the reader is like a mom to Dustin (the way Steve is) and he catches reader and Eddie making out and he screams "stop kissing my mom!!" or something like that?? Thank youu🤎🤎🤎

You’d babysat Dustin for years, ever since he was old enough for his mother to leave him at home without freaking out. You weren’t exactly the best babysitter in the neighbourhood – too readily bowled over by his endearing smile and begging to really hold any line, and you became fast friends growing up.

He knew you had a boyfriend, sure. He’d come downstairs when you were babysitting him to hear you on the phone, kicking your feet up like a dumb little schoolgirl before you sprung up to shepherd him back to bed. He just didn’t know who your boyfriend was. You didn’t think it mattered.

So when you asked Dustin if he wouldn’t mind not ratting on you to his mom tonight when you brought your boyfriend over, you thought it would go without a hitch. He insisted being allowed to eat icecream and two pizzas of his choice, and you acquiesced. You’d do anything for this. You had been so wrapped up in your midterms that you’d had absolutely no time to see your boyfriend at all, and when you realised that you could almost definitely pay off Dustin to let you sneak him in, you leapt at the chance.

“So, what’s he like?” Dustin asked, scrawling in one of his many notebooks as you checked over his Latin homework. “Your boyfriend?”

You flushed. “He’s a sweetie,” you mumbled, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment as you pushed away Dustin’s Latin notes, circling in pencil the verbs he’d messed up. “Genuinely the loveliest guy I’ve ever met. He’s just a gentleman, you know?”

Dustin hummed. “How’d you guys meet?”

You smiled softly, looking down at your hands. “He always used to come into the record store where I worked,” you murmured, thinking over the memory. “He was really close with some of the guys older than me in the store, so when we did stock take with a few beers we’d throw a bit of a party, and he’d be there. Drinking beers and dancing.”

You looked up at Dustin’s ceiling, remembering how the metalhead had swept you into a dance to The Cure’s Lovecats, spinning you under his arm until your can of beer spilled between you and on the floor, and both of you were on your knees howling with laughter as you swiped at it with your sleeves. You kissed like that, pleasantly drunk on Red Stripe and British New Wave, on your hands and knees together. He had grabbed your hair and pulled you down with him, tumbling onto the pile of coats, giggling the whole way as you rubbed your sopping, beer-soaked clothes over each other’s faces.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” he’d said, pulling your body into him. He was warm and damp, and you rested your chin on his sternum, blowing his now sticky hair out of his eyes. “Ever since I walked in and saw you trying to convince a kid not to buy the new Duran Duran album.”

You had snorted, and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “Me too,” you admitted. “Ever since I saw you laughing at how I overcharged the kid.”

“The very same,” he said, and tapped your mouth, yelping as you bit at it playfully. “Why didn’t we do this sooner, princess?”

You had snorted. “We’re doing it now, Munson. Now get over here and kiss your girl.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ew,” Dustin said. “I didn’t need to know all of that, thanks,” he said, wrinkling his nose and pushing up off of the bed as the doorbell rang. “Oh. That’ll be him, I guess,” he said, gesturing to the door. “I’ll be up here.”

You grinned at him. “Thanks, Dusty,” you whispered, ruffling his hair. “You’re such a good sport, kiddo.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, swiping at your hair. “Don’t let anyone know. It’d ruin my rep.”

You raced down the stairs, barrelling through the door and into Eddie’s open arms. “Princess!” Eddie cooed, spinning you around, narrowly avoiding hitting your ankles on the doorframe. “Oof. It’s been a while,” he said, depositing you down to kiss your forehead. “How’s my little lady doing?”

You grinned up at him. “Not bad,” you said, and gestured upstairs. “The kid’s just getting ready for bed.”

He grinned at you wolfishly, and crowded you toward the couch. “That means,” he said, tipping you backward over the arm, “I’ve got you all to myself, hmm?”

You landed with a humph on the pillows, and twisted your head to look away from him, where the TV was playing reruns of College Bowl. “I dunno,” you teased, shooting him a quick glance. “No one here but us chickens. Just me and Dusti–” He cut you off with a firm kiss, and you sighed happily into his mouth, fingers going into his hair. It had been ages since you’d done this, and Eddie started to edge you up the sofa, your hands flying up to grab the opposite arm, your neck straining as he started to kiss down it. You let out a squeak of pain, quickly covered by Eddie’s hand over your mouth as he focused on the skin of your throat.

“Wait,” he mumbled, pulling away from your neck for a moment. “Did you say Dust–”

A shoe landed on the back of Eddie’s head, and he shrieked, tumbling off of you and onto the coffee table. You sprung up, staring at the staircase. Dustin was there, one shoe in his hand and primed to throw at the presumed-attacker.

“Get away from my– Eddie?!”

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #lol all i do is write cute fluff where these two get their c*cks blocked huh

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integra1127grimmreaper · 3 months

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Closing of The Door (Joel Miller)

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Series Masterlist

Warning: angst

Summary: Things come full for Joel, only for disappointment to hit. Part3 of - Should Prabably Leave. Inspired by - Engelbert Humperdinck's - There Goes My Everything.

To say Joel was nervous would be taking it lightly, he was on total edge at the prospect of seeing you again after Sarah's party. It had been six months ago, and a lot of things had occurred during that time, things that had opened his eyes to what a complete fool he had been to have ever let you go.

Tess and he had broken up right after you went back to New York; it was stupid of him to have told her he didn't know you that well, especially when the family photo album had come out one evening and there you were in every picture with Sarah since she was four. When Tess recognized you in them, Sarah had jokingly referred you to as, Mom, which caught Tess off-guard till Sarah explain who you were and that to her you where her mom. Joel was a deer caught in headlights then when Tess sent him narrowed gaze, later that night it all came to a head when Tess confronted him about lying. She could always easily read him, and his face spoke the words his lips wouldn't; Joel loved you and always will.

Things between them weren't serious; Tess and he were more friends than lovers, friends that fell into a comfortable thing together when needed. It was her that suggested they were better of as friends than lovers, and that he should tell you how he felt and about the reason why he pushed you to go.

Joel knew he couldn't continue torturing both you like this, yet didn't want to do it over the phone, so, he waited until you would be coming back to visit again. Now here he was, shared totally shitless as he stood in front of your family home's front-door as he prepared himself for the moment that would be the start of the rest of your lives together.

"Hey Joel!" your dad greets upon him entering the house.

"Hey, Brother, Happy Anniversary!" Joel greets him with a handshake a hug, "where's the Mrs.?"

"Thanks, Bud. She's 'round there somewhere..." your dad wave toward the backyard, "Y/N's there too."

Joel's step stumble for a second at the eagerness your dad was directing him toward you. Could he know how Joel felt about you? Impossible. Joel shakes his head clear from that thought. Tommy was the only person that knew about that night, not only that he was sure your dad would have killed him by now if he knew. Joel was ten years older than you, and had a teenage daughter, definitely not what your dad would want for you. Joel still wasn't sure how the hell he was going to get that with your parents, but he would make it work. You were worth it.

"Should probably get out there..." your dad pats Joel back, pulling him from his thoughts. Nodding in response, Joel walks ahead of him.

Stepping out into the backyard, Joel stops instantly in his tracks when noticing you in small crowd. You were as beautiful as ever, glowing as you laughed up at the man standing close to you. Joel's heart fluttered with pride and wide smile broke across his lips as he watched the way your eyes sparkled; there was His Girl...

And just as quickly as that smile appeared, it was wiped away when the man tipped down to capture lips in a kiss.

There goes my only possession There goes my everything

I hear footsteps slowly walking As they gently walk across a lonely floor And a voice is softly saying Darling, this will be goodbye forever more

There goes my reason for living There goes the one of my dreams There goes my only possession There goes my everything

"That's Tom..." your dad sarcastically drawls from behind Joel, "he's a bigshot lawyer from New York. They met five months ago."

Joel turns around, staring at your dad in open-mouthed silence.

"Ya ok...?" your dad frowns at him in concern.

"Erm" Joel's looks to the ground, then up towards your direction again. Tears brimming in his eyes, "I..."

"Hey...?" your dad places a hand on Joel's shoulder.

Joel's breathing starts coming in labored breathes as tunnel vision kicked in on you and the man that kissed you.

"I have to go" Joel splutters out.

"What?" your dad scoffs, "ya just got here."

"Forgot, have to pick Sarah up at a friend's" Joel rambles out hastily, keeping his head cast down as he flees.

As my memory turns back the pages I can see the happy years we had before Now the love that kept this old heart beating Has been shattered by the closing of the door

There goes my reason for living There goes the one of my dreams There goes my only possession There goes my everything There goes my only possession There goes my everything

Making into his house just in time, Joel drops down against the front-door as the tears begin to flow, loud anguished sobs ringing out into the empty house as softly bangs his head back against the door.

Now he knew exactly how you felt that day seeing him with Tess. Joel was utterly gutted. He had lost the Love of His Life, and it was all His own fault.

Nxt

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel x you #joel tlou #the last of us #pedro pascal

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mistydeyes · 10 months

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OMG THERES 1K OF YOU!! I cannot believe it! Thank you all so much for all the love and support these last few months :) Literally tearing up at how many people love my works. It all started with a silly little pharmacist fic and look at where we are now!

To celebrate, I will be opening up my inbox for some prompts! For the next week, feel free to send me a character, a prompt below, and any other details (ex. female, male, or g/n character) :)

aesthetic prompts 💌 - CLOSED NOW! thank you for all the submissions :)

soft and cute - all fluff!

vase of flowers - they return home to your door with a small bouquet of flowers with rudy

loveseat - shopping for furniture for your shared home

linen tablecloths - hosting a dinner party (one that is pinterest worthy)

orange juice - sick days call for the best care

vintage maps - a spontaneous trip with an event filled itinerary

cherry lip balm - what was your first kiss like? with graves

paper rings - “put this on” “why did you make a ring out of the straw wrapper?”

ramekins of soup - you both are not experienced chefs but you try a new recipe in the kitchen

tuberose- looking at old photo albums and reminiscing on old memories

tote bags - “hey can you hold this for me?” “why do you have so many things?” “it’s not my fault these pockets don’t hold anything”

sugar cubes - they surprise you with your favorite dessert/sweet treat with price

music - “i made you a playlist!”

pearls - a fancy dinner out with expensive clothes and dining

folded sheets - "hi, i'm your neighbor across the hall :)"

gold - a small gifted ring as a token of your love with price

unlit cigarette - meeting in the most unexpected of places

hot chocolate - a warm snowed in cabin with nowhere to go

house plant - “for your new apartment!” “you know i’m not here enough to water that”

pastel bonnets and rattles - “we are NOT naming our child that”

perfume - perfume bottles decorate your bureau and you decide to let them choose your scent for the day with gaz

friendship bracelets - friends don't look at friends that way, is there something between us? with ghost

shower of tears - angst

crystal glasses - a fight ends with shattered wine glasses and someone is left to pick up the pieces with gaz

running mascara - "i can't believe you would say that to me" with the 141

hyacinth - they decide to interrupt the wedding just as you're about to say your vows with ghost

cardigans - "please don't go, please don't leave me" with ghost

sea salt - you can't do this anymore and just need to get away from them

stars - "do you think in another universe things would have worked out for us?"

cubic zirconia - you both come to the realization that your relationship is beyond repair

cold sheets - "can you hold me just one more time?" with soap and gaz

hydrangeas - a sudden death leaves one of you without the other for the rest of time

cocktails - "you need to stop drinking too much" "what do you know?"

graveyard - "please i don't want to die" with price

enlisted - military au

empty cartridges - "I want you to run, I'll cover you!"

uniforms - they sure clean up well as you look at them in their dress uniform with price

cigarette smoke - you share a cigarette (and exchange indirect kisses) while on patrol with ghost

confidential files - you're the newest addition to the team and you recognize a familiar face

jacket - you forgot to pack you winter gear and they're helping you avoid the cold

angel - this time you're their knight in shining armor as you save them with soap | with price

manila folders - "I'm being transferred to another unit"

bandages - you are the only one with the med kit and are tasked with patching them up

barbells - "you're doing it wrong, let me show you"

MREs - "can we switch? this food is absolute shit"

hit the showers (18+) - a prank ends with you getting your clothes and towel stolen with soap

wigs - you get sent undercover with them

hot and seductive - smut (18+)

lace (18+) - “wait for me in the bedroom, i have a surprise”with soap

stained lipstick (18+) - rough kisses in the back of an uber with gaz | with ghost

stolen glaces (18+) - "are you going to kiss me or not?"

tanning lotion (18+) - you just wanted help with an even lotion application but now their touch is venturing elsewhere

black and white photos (18+) - you take a few photos so they can remember you (and your body) while on deployment with price: part i and part ii

fruit juice (18+) - "let's test out that theory about drinking pineapple juice"

morning sun (18+) - you have nowhere to go and decide to spend it in bed ;) with ghost | with gaz | with price

silk (18+) - “you look absolutely gorgeous tonight”

#madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john price #johnny soap mactavish #kyle garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #call of duty #mw2 headcanons #konig mw2 #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra

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slutforleeminho · 1 year

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Can I please request lee know?

Smut+praise and just something really fluffy and cute 🫶🫶

Absence makes the Heart grow Fonder • Lee Minho

You didn't know not being intimate with minho for a couple weeks would lead to this. You being irritated with every little thing that inconveniences you. Like how all the washing machines at the laundry mat were full, and that was the only day you had free to do it. Or how your favorite mascara was sold out. It was like everything was going wrong. You really needed him, and not only sexually. Minho had been super busy with the comeback coming up and new album releasing soon. He was either at the studio perfecting the choreography or helping Chan with last minute details on the songs. And when he was home, he was exhausted. He would greet you with a kiss and then head straight to the shower to clean up before eating the food you had made for both of you hours ago. And then he would go to sleep with his back facing you.

You missed him so much. You missed his soft kisses on your lip while you attempted to watch a movie together. The warmth of his hugs, the ones where he would engulf you in his arms when you said you were cold. His fingers intertwined with yours as you took a late night walk when neither of you could sleep. And when you returned he would run his slim fingers through your hair until you drifted off to sleep. You missed his eager kisses when he got a little to excited seeing you in his favorite lingerie set. His big hands on your waist urging you to grind down on him. His lust filled eyes as you took him into your mouth after teasing him for too long. His pretty moans that escaped his lips when you rode him just the way he liked. You missed everything about him.

You finally realized you had been reminiscing those memories for over thirty minutes when the oven started beeping at you, alerting you that the pizza you had in the oven was ready to be taken out. You ate a couple pieces and put the rest in the fridge for Minho to have later.

Currently sprawled out on your bed you decided to message Minho.

You: are you going to be home late again tonight?

Min🖤: actually I think I can finish this up pretty quickly and head that way.

You: really?

You: I mean... there is food in the fridge for you.

Min🖤: I love you so much

Your heart jumped at the words you haven't heard in a few days. But it wasn't the same as hearing them come straight from his mouth.

You scrolled on your phone to pass the time, until finally you heard keys jingling at you door. You've never jumped up so fast in your life, running to the door meet him. Once you opened the door you saw a surprised minho standing there, keys in hand trying to find the right one. You were speechless when a single white rose resting in his other hand caught your attention.

"Were you waiting for me?" Minho asked. A smile creeping up un his beautiful face. "yeah" you felt your face burn red with embarrassment. Avoiding eye contact, you stepped back to let him in and closed and locked the door behind him.

"I got this for you" He held out the rose. "I know I haven't really been present lately, and I'm really sorry. I can only imagine how lonely you are." Regret written all over his soft features.

You didn't even know the tole it had taken on you. But when those words left his mouth, it all hit you at once and you couldn't hold it together anymore. Tears stinging your eyes and rolling down your cheeks, a soft sob escaped your lips. And that's when it hit Minho.

"Oh baby" He wrapped his arms around you as you cried into his chest, soaking his black T-shirt with your tears. "I'm so sorry, love. I should've been here. Nothing is more important than you."

After a few minutes of letting you pour your emotions out, He pulled back to cup you face in his hands and wipe your tears away with his thumbs. "Will you ever forgive me?" He starred into your swollen eyes.

"I was never mad. I just missed you... a lot." you sniffled.

"I'm here now, and I won't leave you, okay?"

You nodded your head and he placed a chaste kiss on your lips. And then started kissing you more passionately. It felt so good. You haven't felt him this close in so long.

"Min..." you pulled away from the kiss and looked up into his eyes.

"Will you make love to me?"

He smiled down at you fondly. “How could I say no to that?”

He kissed you once again, a little rougher this time. His hands moving from your face to you waist, sliding his hands under your shirt to feel your soft skin. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing your chest closer to his. His tongue was exploring every crevasse of your mouth. Making your skin burn with desire and your knees feel like jelly.

"Take me to bed, Min" you pleaded. You had alredy waited long enough.

"As you wish" He picked you up like you weighed nothing and walked to your shared bed room in long strides. Placing you ever so gently on the bed and hovering over you, pressing kisses all over your face and connecting your lips again. You tugged at the hem of his shirt signaling you wanted it off. He noticed and pulled the thin material over his head and threw it on the floor. He then pulled your shirt off so it could join his. His eyes trailing all over your beautiful form. From your bare breasts to your lace covered cunt.

"You're so perfect" He breathed out. Looking down at you like he was poisoned and you were the antidote. "You know that?"

"Mhm you never let me forget it" You brought your hands up to his toned torso to feel the muscles he worked hard for.

"But I'm nothing compared to you" you couldn't take your eyes off of where your hands were drawing shapes, causing goosebumps to decorate his skin. But if you did you would see the sexiest smirk on his face. Taking in the first compliment he's heard from you in awhile. He didn't know how much he missed them.

"Now please do something" You were so desperate to feel anything from him.

"What do want?" You knew he wouldn't do anything without your words.

"I want your mouth"

You didn't have to tell him twice. He immediately slid your panties down and spreading your legs so he could get a good look at your soaked core. He positioned himself on his stomach, with his face only inches away from where you were aching for him. You were about to beg him to touch you when he finally took his middle and ring finger to rub through your folds and separate them. He was basically salivating at the sight. Your whole body jerked when he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you moan out his name. That pushed him over the edge, he couldn't hold back anymore. He started eating you out like you were his last meal. Sucking at your clit and then circling it with his talented tongue. And then moving to push his tongue in and out of you.

You were so close to losing it already and he hadn't even taken his pants off.

"Fuck Min I'm so close. Please don't stop." You begged as your muscles started to tense, almost closing your legs around his head.

"Yeah? Cum for me baby." He slipped two fingers inside you and started pumping them at a fast pace.

That was it for you. Your back arched off the bed and your head was thrown back. Eyes screwed shut and fingers tangled in his hair. Your hips started bucking up, riding out your high by fucking yourself on his face and fingers. Your walls were clenching hard around his fingers, your essence leaking out from the edges. Once you came down from the best orgasm you've had in a long time, he pulled his fingers out and sat up to where he was sitting on his knees. He inspected his messy fingers before bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, sucking on each finger to make sure he gets it all.

"Are you okay?" He asked hovering over you again and looking down into your eyes.

"I feel amazing." you smiled up at him, "But not fully satisfied"

"Don't worry baby I'm not finished with you yet"

He got off the bed to remove his pants and underwear. And then crawled back to you, placing a long kiss on your lips. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"I'm always reedy for you"

"I know you are" He kissed your forehead one more time and started to slowly push in. You hissed at the slight stinging and sudden stretch, wrapping your arms around him and sinking your nails into his back.

"I know baby, I know. You're taking me so well love." His face contorted in pleasure, it took a lot of strength to not pound into you but he didn't want to hurt you. When he was completely nestled inside of you he started kissing and licked at you neck to distract you from the burning sensation, and gave you a few moments to adjust.

You wiggled your hips a little to signal you were ready. So he slowly pulled back until it was just the tip inside, just to push himself back in again. It felt so much better this time without the pain of getting used to him again. The pace he set was perfect. Not fast enough to knock the air out of you but not too slow to where you couldn't even feel anything. You had your legs wrapped around his torso with your knees almost to your chest. The position allowing him to hit all the right spots. You were whimpering with every deep stroke.

"You're doing so good baby" He said in between his own heavy breathing and moans. "Does it feel good?"

"Fuck yes min, it feels so good. You're so deep ah-" you were cut off by your own moan when he hit your g-spot just right. "Shit- right there min oh- " the slow strokes of his thick cock pared with his pretty moans in your ear had you clenching around him, making his hips stutter a bit.

"ah- don't do that, you're going to make me cum."

"I- I'm gonna- min" your second orgasm was creeping up on you and you didn't think you could hold it back. You gripped him harder to keep yourself from shaking.

"I got you baby, I'm right here. Let it go, it's alright."

His reassuring words went straight to your core, and you released all of your pent-up anger and frustration. All the loneliness and even the tears, letting them stream down your face as you came, clinging to minho for dear life. He also reached his peak and painted your velvety walls with his seed. His hips finally came to a halt, and his body collapsed on top of yours and he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his temple, then moving one hand to rub his back, over the red marks you left from your fingernails.

"Can we just stay like this for awhile?" he asked as his eyes were fluttering shut.

"That would be nice" you said while catching your breath. "I love you minho"

"I love you more"

i'm not crying you are. (Not proofread)

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champagneglitteronthefloor · 1 year

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Glitch

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: reader is new at Nevermore university, another psychic like Wednesday. When a quick friendship with Xavier forms, reader agrees to help him make Wednesday jealous. Which essentially leads to more 🥰

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI. All the things are in this.

A/n: I’m definitely a reader before I’m a writer BUT I wanted to place this fantasy out there. My new obsession with the show Wednesday and Xavier Thorpe is insane. Credit to the creator of the gif. Also I did listen to Glitch by Taylor Swift while writhing, and would love to eventually do a mini series of Xavier to songs on the Midnights album. Send requests please I would love it!

“This is my secret place, too.” You heard a fairly deep voice behind you as well as footsteps through the grass. You were sitting on a a small dock you’d found looking out at the lake.

“Sorry about that.” You laughed.

“I’m Xavier. I already know who you are.” He held his hand out, which you shook while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Well I know I don’t come here to just sit. What’s on your mind?” He asked. As if he’d known you for years.

“Just thinking about my old school, my friends. About how I went from having all sorts of friends and hobbies, and I was happy. And then I had to come here.” You sighed with an honest answer.

It was not a good transition for you. You were a fencing champion at your last school, on the dance team. About as close to a normie an outcast could get. This put a huge target on your back at Nevermore.

“People haven’t exactly given you a fair chance here. And for that I’m sorry.” He replied.

“So what did you come here to think about?” You took Xavier off guard. “The girl with black braids and the guy at the coffee shop.” You replied. He had no idea you’d had a slight vision.

“How’d you know?” He asked.

“It’s easy to see.” You simply replied.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening sharing your feelings, two strangers. It was more him than you, telling you about the last couple weeks, how Wednesday had chosen Tyler over him. You pieced together this was the girl and guy in your vision.

Xavier walked you home that evening, the campus already empty when you got back to your dorm building.

“See you next time Xavier!” You waved with a smile. Your first friend at Nevermore. As Xavier walked away you fell into a deep vision. You could see yourself with Xavier. Him looking into your eyes with, you were trying so hard to see, with love? He was looking at you in love. His hands were on your face, and he was looking into your eyes with deep passion. With love. You snapped out of it.

“Hey are you okay?” Xavier was now running back to you to check on you.

“I’m fine!” You scurried up the stairs, missing a step and falling down. “Definitely still fine.” You ran off, to the sound of Xavier laughing.

That’s funny. Your visions were never wrong. However, this time it had to be. Xavier was in love with Wednesday. You heard him talk about her. You tried to brush it off. Definitely just a glitch.

The days went by, then the weeks, and you spent some days practicing archery with Xavier, or fencing while listening to that days drama about Wednesday and Tyler. It hurt you that he hurt. He was such a passionate person. He loved with all of his heart. You started to wonder if Wednesday was enjoying all of this. You didn’t know her, not at all, but from your view, you didn’t like how she made Xavier feel. That’s when the idea hit you.

“I could try to help you make Wednesday jealous.” You said as Xavier looked at you letting the arrow go at his target, hitting his target right in the middle.”

“Bullseye, that means this is the perfect plan.” You rubbed your hands together.

“You really think it would work?” Xavier asked after you explained the plan to him.

“Of course I think this would work.” You said confidently, hoping the plan didn’t backfire, because you were the absolute opposite person of Wednesday.

You made your way to the coffee shop where, thanks to your vision, you knew Wednesday and Tyler were having a date. You were out of your Nevermore uniform (thank goodness) and had yourself dressed up, and you had spent quiet the amount of time getting ready, in order to try to make the plan work.

You saw Xavier waiting at a table for you, directly across from Wednesday and Tyler. The plan was in motion. When you opened the door to the coffee shop your eyes made contact with Xavier’s first. Your hair was flowing down your back, your dress fit just right, he was looking at you. The world seemed as if it stopped for a moment when he looked into your eyes. This wasn’t part of the plan.

You snapped out of it and looked at Wednesday and Tyler who were obviously looking at you too.

“If I were you I’d look a little harder.” Wednesday said dryly while snapping an iced coffee straw open aggressively. Tyler then looked down quickly. The plan was getting out of control quickly. You decided to jump back on track.

“Xav!” You said as you slid into the table chair and he continued to look at you, just as before.

“Hey, I think I need to tell you-“ he started.

“Tell me how glad you are to see me for our date?” You said just loud enough for Wednesday to hear. “Me too.” You reached up and pushed your hand through his hair. You felt the little sparks. Impossible. He loves her.

“No I think I have had something change-“ Xavier started when the girl from the counter came over to ask if you had drink orders.

After ordering, Xavier continued to act weird. You eyed him questionably.

You looked over and noticed Wednesday and Tyler slipping out the door.

“Our plan failed.” You sighed.

“Can we take these to go?” Xavier asked, nervous, weird tone intact.

“I’m really really sorry. I thought it would work. I’ll find something to work. I really will.” You said with regret. You could tell by his demeanor something was off.

He never answered you. As you arrived back to the dorms you decided to walk up to his dorm with him for one more apology, sneaking, knowing you weren’t supposed to be there. Xavier’s room was empty and you walked in, so you wouldn’t be seen. You recognized the room. You’d seen it before.

“Say something.” You said. Afraid you’d ruined your only friendship at Nevermore.

“I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU THIS WHOLE TIME MY FEELINGS HAVE CHANGED AND I LOVE YOU AND NOT WEDNESDAY.” He said with raised voice. “I think that’s how it was always supposed to be.” He added on much more quietly.

Then he stepped over into a different light. This was it. This was your vision. He was looking at you with the deep passion he once looked at Wednesday Addams with. He put his hands onto your face just how he did in the vision.

“It’s you. Wednesday was always supposed to be with Tyler, because you were coming for me.” He was looking at you so deeply never breaking his gaze.

“And I thought my vision was a glitch.” You smiled wrapping your arms around him.

“Your what? I’m sorry I- we will address the fact that you didn’t tell me you’re a psychic later. I just want to take this moment in.” He looked at you with those big green eyes.

You knew you had loved him from the moment you laid eyes on him, you had been trying to block it out, knowing his infatuation with Wednesday.

This was when his lips crashed into yours, as if they were meant to be there. The kiss was deepened. You’d never been in a relationship where things started to move so quickly- physically. Were you even in a relationship with Xavier?

You were now sitting on his bed, under him, still kissing, your hands wrapped around his waist. He was so tall, so captivating, the kiss broke for only a moment for his green eyes to meet you’re again.

“We don’t have to go any further than this. I promise. We have nothing but time.” He said with great thought in his eyes.

“I wasn’t planning on it going this far, until it started too. Now I’m not sure if I can go back.” You admitted. You could feel his obvious indicator that he felt the same way.

“When will your roommate be home?” You asked him.

“I live by myself now.” He answered your question with the raise of his eyebrows.

“What about her?” You were starting to get in your own mind.

“Since the moment I met you, I knew the reason it didn’t work for myself and her.” He answered. Plus I know this is where I’m meant to be. You shot a questioning look.

“Well for one your vision led you here, for two, I drew this a couple of days ago.” He got up and pulled a paper off the desk, handing it to you.

You examined the paper. It was yourself, in the same outfit you were in, sitting in the same position you were just the moment before. You’d known the entire time Xavier was psychic too, obviously because of his famous father. You had no idea he drew his visions.

“This is amazing.” You said, somewhat speechless. Walking the paper back over to the desk you noticed many many pictures drawn of you, along with your headband you once left at school sitting at the top of the desk, and a photo you and Xavier took at fencing practice. Xavier turning red. Some other person might find this kind of borderline stalkerish, but you found it cute and intriguing.

“This has been going on a while hasn’t it?” You asked him.

“I drew you before you showed up.” He admitted.

“What about all the conversations we had about Wednesday and Tyler after you met me?” You asked.

“I think I still really dislike Tyler.” He chuckled. “But also you were trying so hard to help me with the issue that first brought us close, and I should’ve been honest about my feelings with you sooner.” He said with a slight look of worry on his face.

You decided not to say anything, bending down to kiss him still sitting on the bed, which you hardly had to bend because he was so much taller than you, even sitting.

You straddled him putting your forehead to his. Placing small kisses on his forehead and playing with his hair.

“You’re entering a point of no return here. Once you start this I won’t be able to go back.” He smiled.

“Like I said I have no desire to go back.” You winked.

Suddenly he was on top of you pulling at your jacket, getting it off. He popped your bra strap in one single motion. Yikes, this isn’t his first time here. Maybe you should’ve mentioned it was yours.

Somehow you still showed no nervousness, or fear, because this was right. Your dress was now over your head and in the floor, Xavier still fully dressed. You were unsure of what you were supposed to do. Were you supposed to take his clothes off? Nerves were striking a little. Your question was answered when his shirt hit the ground following the rest of his items.

He was now looking at you. All over up and down. You hoped more than anything he liked the picture in front of him.

“Did you draw this?” You asked him.

“No but I damn sure wish I would’ve.” He now crashed down onto you.

He placed kisses up and down your body finding the place he was initially looking for. As he was working his mouth, you tried not to squirm at the new sensation, as his tongue found the exact spot that made you arch. Your stomach dropped as he began to add a single finger, might you add a very long one, as his hands are huge. This drew an immediate moan out of you, which fueled him to add another, moving faster with his hands and his tongue.

You knew this was wrong, you weren’t supposed to be doing this right now. But it also felt so right. So right you felt like your body could burst up into flames. You could feel a burning in the bottom of your stomach. Uncontrollable sounds were coming out of you now. With no other experience to go by, you still knew what was about to happen.

With the scream of his name, you went over a cliff, an edge, that was such a new indescribable feeling to you. You could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he got into a new position, lining himself up with you.

“I cannot wait any longer.” He said breathlessly.

He had no idea in this moment he was about to take your last piece of innocence left. You had no intention to tell him, because you wanted it, and you were afraid you might mess it up.

You could taste an odd taste as he now was kissing you again, of yourself. But you were too ready for what was to come to think about that.

While deep in thought you could see Xavier now looking into your eyes, which made you a little nervous, how he never broke eye contact. This remained as he slowly pushed into you.

“My god, you are so tight, I can’t hardly even push in.” He groaned as you felt a pop. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at you.

“You were a virgin?” He asked with a terrified tone. “And you didn’t tell me?” He continued to look at you in shock.

“I didn’t want to mess this up.” You admitted, him still inside you.

“Well I’m pulling out and we are going to discuss this.” He said, not very convincingly.

“Ummm Xavier, it’s already done.” You giggled a little.

“You have a point.” He giggled back with you, as he now was starting thrust a little, towering over top of you.

You looked at him, he looked like an angel to you. You knew everyone’s types were different, but this here, this was your type. Tall, lanky, pale, big green eyes. You looked at his long, long legs folded under him as he continued to thrust. Suddenly these thoughts escaped you, as all you could feel was him, hitting your g spot as hard as he could, letting the most attractive moans come from his mouth, which was bringing you closer to your edge as he said your name over and over.

“I can’t hold on much longer.” He warned you.

“Me either.” You responded, barely unable to respond.

“Are you on and form of..?” He started to ask.

You nodded your head as you remembered that you had indeed taken your pill this morning, that you had just started recently.

It all happened like a dream, you hadn’t really timed it, but it all timed out perfectly. Both of you reached your high at the same time, not realizing how noisy you were being. You were now coated inside with him, you were definitely marked by him, he was the holder of your virginity, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You didn’t even remember falling asleep on his chest, but you woke up the next morning in a frantic rush to get out of Xavier’s dorm, trying not to get in trouble.

“Babe, it’s okay.” Xavier said in his morning voice making you melt into a puddle. “The more spastic you act the more noticeable it’s going to be.” He laughed.

“Come here.” He said motioning told you. You walked over to him sitting up on the bed where he sat up and kissed you with a hug. You trusted Xavier, but the female in you couldn’t help wonder if you’d get up and leave and he’d never talk to you again.

“I promise I’m here for the long run.” He gave you that smile and bit at his bottom lip.

“Me too.” You gave him one last kiss and turned to the mirror.

You looked different. You could see the innocence lost in your eyes. You didn’t dislike it, you could just see it in yourself. Though you were very put together, you still could tell that you hadn’t gotten ready in your room as always. You turned to walk to the door, immediately face to face with Ajax who was about to knock on the door.

“I came to see if you two were ever coming out. What a surprise this is.” He said with a playful smirk.

“I was just-“ you started.

“Oh everyone in this building knows what you guys were “just” doing.” He laughed and patted you on the back. He looked at your neck at the huge spot left by Xavier, that you had honestly forgotten about.

“Wow.” He said wide eyes

You turned to Xavier, mortified.

“Meet me before class?” He asked.

“I’ll think about it.” You laughed as you passed Ajax going into the room.

While running to your room to get your makeup to cover your neck with, you couldn’t stop thinking of him. You were already counting the seconds until you saw him again. You were definitely in deep.

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Christmas Miracle pt. 2 - Chris Four Years Later

AN: Nothing but cute fluffy Christmas content ahead, I loved it! Not as emotional as part 1 but I wanted to go for cute :)

“Can I help you finish anything babe, I have everything finished upstairs for the surprise later,” Chris says softly, stepping up behind you in the kitchen.

“Nope, everything else just needs to go in the oven for set times. I am getting ready to do that now and then we just wait for our family to join us,” you say softly, moving to pull a couple baking dishes out of the fridge now that the oven has preheated.

Once everything is in the oven Chris moves to pull you into a tight hug, wanting to feel close to you while you get Christmas dinner ready for your families to join you shortly. He still can’t believe this is your fourth Christmas since the two of you finally got together, that it has been just over a year since the two of you got married. And now the two of you have your own little one on the way, he finally is having the life that he has wanted to have with you for years and he couldn’t be happier honestly.

“How are you feeling today? I noticed you sneak off to the bathroom a couple times already this morning, is the morning sickness bad today?” He asks you softly, knowing that you were trying to hide it from him when you did get sick. You hate it when he worries about you, when he worries about it.

“Yeah, today has been bad again. They told me after 12 weeks it was supposed to get better but it has not been getting any better, I’m also extremely exhausted honestly,” you admit softly. “It is going to be hard to hide it when all the family are here later, but at least we don’t need to hide it for much longer. I think everyone was suspicious at Thanksgiving.”

“Nah, everyone bought it when I said you had food poisoning and stayed home. You however are going to want to go put on something baggier, your little belly is showing and while it isn’t much I think your mom would probably notice,” he says to you. His hand moves to rest on your stomach and rub it softly before backing away so that you can do just that.

“Yeah, I have a sweater I was going to put on that is a bit baggy to hide it. And really, your mom is the one who notices everything. I could look at you weird and she could figure out what is wrong,” you joke, kissing his cheek before you stand back up and make your way to your room to slip on your Christmas sweater and then make your way back down to the kitchen.

“You aren’t wrong, I didn’t even tell her when I was going to propose and she figured it out by herself. Woman is going to predict her own death before it happens I swear,” he jokes with you, giving you a smile before pulling you down on his lap.

“It has been hard not telling anyone, I want to share it but I didn’t want to risk it before we hit the 12 weeks. Plus isn’t it only fitting that now we announce everything at family Christmas? Our first kiss, us getting engaged, the next year getting married right before christmas, and now our baby. It is going to be hard to come up with something new to tell them next year,” you say with a giggle, thinking back on the past few years.

“The band knows simply because I had to warn them we have to quit touring at the end of June so I can be here for the birth and a while after. We all agreed we’d take that time off the rest of the year to work on the new album so I can stay home,” he smiles at you. “They were all really happy for us, Vinny making a joke that dad is finally going to be a dad.”

“Why does that not surprise me honestly with him,” you get cut off from your thoughts when the doorbell rings.

“I better get that, I will see you soon mama,” he says leaning in to give you a kiss before standing up and kneeling in front of you. “And you too baby,” he says before leaving a soft kiss on your belly before standing up and making his way to the front door to let both families in.

Your timer goes off while you listen to everyone greet each other in the other room so you move from your chair to go to the oven and pull everything out, the smells instantly hitting you. The second everything is out of the oven you make your way to the bathroom where you find yourself vomiting again, for the third time that day, tears streaming down your cheeks.

A moment later you hear the bathroom door open and then shut again before your husband is behind you, pulling your hair out of your face in one hand while rubbing your back with his other.

“I told them that you spilled something on yourself, that you would be back down in a minute or two. Are you okay baby?” He asks you softly when you stop, your stomach finally settling some.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. The smell of everything when I opened the oven got to me . You can go back out there. I’ll brush my teeth quickly and then be back,” you say softly, slowly standing up to start doing just that after he steps out of the bathroom.

When you walk back out your mother pulls you into a hug, followed by your sister and the rest of both families. Everyone happy to be getting time with the two of you, to be spending another Christmas together. Technically this is the first Christmas where you are all one family now that you and Chris are married, officially bringing both families together.

“Chris wasn’t joking that work is wearing you down lately, you have such bad dark circles dear. Hopefully after the holidays it’ll be better for you,” his mom says as she pulls you into a hug.

You wondered what he was telling his family to explain your obvious exhaustion, he is really smart. That is a great excuse actually. “Yeah, it always is rough this time of year but after the first it shouldn’t be too bad.”

You smile at her, watching all your family mingle for a couple minutes before you let them know that Christmas dinner is done if they all want to make their way to the dining room to eat. You are trying so hard to not let it show that the smells of the food is bothering you again, hoping that nobody notices that anything is up with you.

“Thank you for hosting this year you two, this really is a lovely meal y/n,” Chris’ mother says with a smile once everyone is sat down with a plate of food at the table.

“Of course, thank you for letting me help,” you respond. Raising your own wine glass for the toast that she is proposing, pretending to take a sip when everyone else around you does.

You also pretend that you are eating dinner with them all, taking a few bites of what you know is safe but moving everything else around to try and make it look like you are eating when in all actuality you aren’t having that much. You don’t want to risk anyone figuring out what is going on before you are ready to announce it to them, Chris has it all planned out and you don’t want to ruin it for him.

“So what do you two have up your sleeve this year? You keep throwing us for a loop every Christmas,” you mom suddenly asks, you almost choking on your food at her question.

“Mom, really?” You groan, now coughing slightly as Chris rubs your back, comforting you after you are caught completely off guard with her question.

“Well, it is valid,” your sister says, giving you side eye from next to her boyfriend. She thinks she knows what is up with you now, noticing that your wine glass is still completely full and you never turn down wine. She also noticed that Chris is watching you closely, he always has but it seems to be a bit more in a protective way than usual. She has suspicions that you are pregnant, but she won’t say anything until you do because it is not her secret to tell… and because she may be wrong. She wouldn’t be shocked if you are, she knows that your entire life you have always dreamed of being a mother, of having children of your own to take care of.

“Can we just finish eating before you all grill us, I would like to eat without having to worry about my wife choking on her food,” Chris jokes, glancing at your family. He knows at this point he can’t deny that you have something to tell them but he also won’t straight up admit that there is anything either.

“I think that is fair,” his sister Jennifer says, smiling at the two of you. She always has had your back through the years when your families have pushed things on the two of you, like the years they were trying to get the two of you together. The two of you have always been decent friends yourselves so you are thankful to have her on your side.

Everyone drops the subject, talking about random things as they all continue to eat dinner with one another. Enjoying the company of both families as they sit around the table. You can’t help but smile, taking a couple photos as people are distracted so that you have them for your memories.

“Okay, we’re all done eating so I guess I can tell you something now,” Chris teases, getting up from the table to go and show your family the surprise that he has spent the last week working on preparing for them.

“I have been working on a project for about a week in one of the spare bedrooms, and I am struggling, I don’t quite like how it is going, can I get your opinions on it?” Chris asks, looking mostly at your mothers but meaning everyone.

“You want us to help you decorate a spare bedroom?” His brother Nick questions, finding the entire situation odd.

“Well yeah, it’s kind of a surprise for y/n how I did it, I haven’t let her see it yet either. So if you all will follow me you can tell me if it is good enough to show her yet,” Chris rushes his words, more so excited to one, tell his family that you two are expecting and two, finally show you the nursery he has been painting and putting together all week. He wanted to do it for you, to surprise you and do something nice for you and the baby.

Everyone stands up and starts following him upstairs, you included before he stops outside of the bedroom the two of you agreed would be the nursery.

“Mom and Mom, why don’t you two open the door and look first,” he says, backing away from the door so your mothers could be the first ones to open it and find out the big secret. Moving to stand next to you behind everyone while they all slowly walk in, taking in the room for a moment while his hands rest on your belly again.

“Well I feel dark purple is a weird color for a nurs…. Wait, are you?” His mom cuts off and asks before turning to look at the two of you, realization hitting her at what this room is.

“Yeah ma, y/n’s pregnant,” Chris says with a big smile, excited that both families have finally figured it out, cheering and moving to give both of you big hugs, celebrating with you.

“Is this sonogram yours then?” Your mother asks when she notices the little photo in a frame on the dresser in the room, picking it up to look at it.

“Yes, we’ve already had the first ultrasound, that was about a week ago. We are 13 weeks now, due in July,” you answer her. Watching as she shows it to Chris’ mother, both of them now with happy tears on their cheeks.

You eventually manage to get your families away from the room and settle in the living room, but not before both your mothers made you lift up your shirt and let them touch your barely there bump. For whatever reason they think they need to do so, making you slightly uncomfortable at the action but knowing you will have to get used to it. Hell it still is weird to you when Chris randomly wants to touch it, sit there with his hands resting on it.

You all exchange some gifts downstairs and spend time together before both families leave, but not before your own mother looks at you and goes “Told you that the two of you would be together and make your own family one day.”

You hug her and roll your eyes, thanking her for coming as well as everyone else in both families but glad that you and Chris are finally alone for the night.

“So, did you like the nursery mommy?” He asks you, hoping that you enjoyed what he did to it. That was your first time seeing it since he started setting it up, and he was nervous about what you would think.

“I loved it, thank you dad,” you say softly, giving him a light kiss as you both sit on the couch in front of the Christmas tree. “You know, next Christmas will be just as special, babies first Christmas.”

“I think we need to stop giving our mothers Christmas surprises though, pretty sure one of these years we are going to kill them with a heart attack,” he jokes, watching you move to lay your head in his lap while you lay down on the couch. One of his hands move to play with your hair while the other rests on your stomach, wanting to be close to both of you.

“I have something for you though, here,” you reach onto the table next to you, pulling an envelope off the table before laying back down on his lap.

“What’s this?” He asks, looking down at you curiously before he starts to open it.

“Remember how we wanted to find out what we are having so we did the bloodwork to know early? The results came the other day but I kept it for tonight, wanting it to be our own little Christmas gift. So let’s find out what we are having together,” you say softly, encouraging him to open the envelope and look at the results.

“Are you ready to know baby? We are having a baby….. Girl,” he says softly, some happy tears forming in his eyes when he reads the results to you, a big smile forming on his face before he helps you sit up so he can kiss you. Both of you smiled into it while you were surrounded by the joy of knowing what your little one would be, that you got to find out together on a holiday that means so much for the two of you.

When he pulls away you notice a couple of the tears that you saw forming in his eyes have fallen and you brush them away from his cheeks, your own starting to fall. “And they say the mother is usually more emotional while pregnant,” you tease him.

“You knew I was hoping for a little girl that I could spoil like I do her mommy… thank you, this was the best gift you could have given me this year,” he says softly.

“I would thank you but I’m the one stuck doing all the work,” you tease, giving him another kiss before moving back to how you were laying before.

“Can I make a Santa Baby joke or is it too early for me to start making dad jokes?” Chris asks with a laugh, you just roll your eyes and don’t answer. You know you could never stop the dad jokes, but you wouldn’t trade your husband for anything.

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Comment your favorite bridges!

Notable Bridges

(Under the cut)

evermore

champagne problems

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends

Don't think we'll say that word again

And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls

That we once walked through

One for the money, two for the show

I never was ready so I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer

'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

"She would've made such a lovely bride

What a shame she's f*cked in the head," they said

But you'll find the real thing instead

She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

ivy

So yeah, it's a fire

It's a violent blaze in the dark

And you started it

You started it

So yeah, it's a war

It's the fiercest fight of my life

And you started it

You started it

tolerate it

While you were out buildin' other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm beggin' for footnotes in the story of your life

Drawin' hearts in the byline

Always takin' up too much space or time

You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I

marjorie

The autumn chill that wakes me up

You loved the amber skies so much

Long limbs and frozen swims

You'd always go past where our feet could touch

And I complained the whole way there

The car ride back and up the stairs

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

Asked you to write it down for me

Should've kept every grocery store receipt

'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Watched as you signed your name Marjorie

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

right where you left me

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me

Midnights

Hits Different

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat

Cursed the space that I needed

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense

Why the wound is still bleedin'

You were the one that I loved

Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough

A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes

This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy

Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief

In the good in the world, you once believed in me

And I felt you and I held you for a while

Bet I could still melt your world

Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve

God rest my soul

I miss who I used to be

The tomb won't close

Stained glass windows in my mind

I regret you all the time

I can't let this go

I fight with you in my sleep

The wound won't close

I keep on waiting for a sign

I regret you all the time

You’re Losing Me

How long could we be a sad song

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losin' me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

"Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losin' me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing)

"To believe, unless you're choosin' me"

You’re On Your Own Kid

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

I hosted parties and starved my body

Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money

My friends from home don't know what to say

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned

Everything you lose is a step you take

So, make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it

You've got no reason to be afraid

Anti-Hero

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money

She thinks I left them in the will

The family gathers 'round and reads it and then someone screams out

"She's laughing up at us from Hell"

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triple-7-heaven · 2 years

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Kill Switch II

part 1 a/n: things take a turn on the journey that is motolip and reader insert. surprise appearance, surprise smut, surprise sad; this arc contains.. things that i will not spoil in the tags! pairing: reader x kim lip; words: 3.2k ; categories: loona, kim lip, smut, angst, reader insert, longing, motorcycle romance(lol)(?)

Sunday morning was spent at your favorite café, catching up with your best old lady friend. She was entranced, giving you her undivided attention, even ignoring her sudoku game.

"You stayed out that late with her?" she asked incredulously. You'd just finished up the part about driving her halfway home.

"Yeah, guess we clicked," you said happily.

"You'd better let me know what happens; I've run out of dramas to watch on TV," she said before heading back to the kitchen, leaving you with your latte and racing thoughts.

Should I text her? Is it too soon? Would that be annoying? Does she even want to see me again?

A perfectly timed vibration of your phone snapped you out of it.

[08:44]

jungeuniiie: wyd right now chickenstripper97: at that café i mentioned, wbu?

jungeuniiie: on the way to that café you mentioned ^_^

So she did want to see you again. Thank God... You'd sunk so much time into thinking about her, it'd be a shame for it not to work. The time spent wasn't wasted, either; as it turned out, she was pretty much exactly how you fantasized she'd be. Pretty shy, but willing to talk forever about things she liked, intelligent, talented, and funny. Soon enough, Jungeun walked through the door and headed towards you shyly. She wore a brown leather jacket and her long, blonde hair was down, falling beautifully to her chest.

Don't look too long, don't look too long, don't-

"Do I look good or something?" she asked with her eyebrows upturned.

"O-oh, yeah, you do. Y-your hair's pretty long," you said, and she playfully hit your arm. Her hand rested there for a few seconds too long for it not to mean something. The café owner approached and made a face at you; you shook your head. Hopefully she wouldn't embarrass you.

"Finally found you, huh?" she said. Your face heated up right away.

"Thankfully," Jungeun said. She asked for some coffee and a meal, and you talked about what you'd do next time while you waited.

"Why wait until next time? We're here now, we ought to do something," she said. "It's Sunday, so... Something lazy."

"Wanna watch a movie?" you asked.

"Sure, we can head to your place after this!" she replied.

My place..? I didn't mean at my place..? But I guess if she's okay with it that's fine, but I really meant at the theater, but-

“Hello?” she waved a hand in front of your face.

“Sorry, spaced out,” you said. When she'd finished, the old woman came back and you paid her for Jungeun's meal, who kicked you under the table and pouted. You stood and smiled goodbye to the woman, then opened the door for Jungeun to head out.

"Here, follow me back to mine, okay?" you said. She nodded. The both of you sped down the street, and after each turn you made sure she was still with you; soon enough you made it to your garage. You parked inside and headed up to your apartment, Jungeun close behind. Your heart was racing, you felt sweat forming on your forehead. You weren't sure what this was supposed to mean, but... You tried not to read into it too much. Jungeun eagerly entered your apartment as soon as you opened the door. She looked around the same way she'd looked around your garage, with curiosity, with enjoyment. She wandered over to the window, floor to ceiling and spotless with a view over the city. Her hand hovered over your shelf, scanning albums, books, movies, and settled on one movie in particular. It was a favorite of yours, you knew every line, but you weren't against watching it just one more time.

"You're welcome to sit while I get everything going, want any snacks or drinks?" you asked while you moved about the room. Jungeun carefully sat on your couch.

"Oh, sure, thank you," she said, so you grabbed her a glass and a blanket as well. You flicked off the lights and got the film started. Like at the Bugak Skyway, you were watching her, and she was watching the movie. Thankfully she didn't catch you staring. She didn't move much closer to you throughout the film, and you were too nervous to move any closer to her. The credits rolled.

"I'd never seen it, but I'd always wanted to," Jungeun said. "Weird that you had it on your shelf."

"Coincidence?" you mused. She nudged your leg with hers and giggled.

"Ought to head home. I had a good time, thank you for having me over," she said. You felt sad, but took her down the elevator and opened your garage for her so she could head out.

A hug goodbye maybe? A kiss..?

Jungeun patted your shoulder before pushing off and heading out. Well... It's something. Small thoughts swirled into a hurricane inside your heart on the way back up. What did you think would happen? What did you want to happen? You sat on the couch and played video games for hours before falling asleep with the TV still on.

The week passed with little to say for it. Work, riding, and radio silence. Friday night came around, and you got off work early. Wouldn't be a bad time to walk around downtown and try to get lucky, right?

Neon signs in windows lit the way as couples and groups stumbled down the sidewalk. The buzz of conversation and music playing from each doorway mixed and weaved into a melody of night life that you'd sorely missed after being busy with your chase for the last month. Your eyes fell on plenty of pretty girls, but... The one you wanted wasn't there. Your last message had been sitting on delivered for days. Once again... Give up, or change your strategy? You ducked into a bar and approached the bartender. You didn't drink, but tonight you would; maybe it would be easier. You threw back the drink quickly and left cash on the counter, reemerging into the street. Now feeling warm from your stomach, you continued your stroll with your hands in your pockets. Every face on the street told you a different story. That guy just got dumped, but he's with his friends, so he's trying to act fine. That girl's about to get married, tonight is her last dance with night life. What story did your face tell? If anyone noticed you, the story they'd read on your face was one of someone full of hope but empty of expectation; someone who was one more inconvenience away from being done with it all, whose patience ran out a long time ago, who just wanted to feel seen and heard, but went without either.

A sharp pang through your chest when you saw that long, blonde hair. And indescribable pain when you saw a red-faced Jungeun, laughing, hands on his chest as she was pulled into a club by another man. Your breaths quickened. Your inner voice tried, but failed to form any sort of sentence, any explanation or comfort to yourself. You picked up the pace and returned to where you'd parked your bike. One helmet and jacket later, you turned the key and got going. As you went down the street you cast a glance at the club she'd gone into with that guy. Someone on the sidewalk yelled to you for a rev bomb, and you gave a solemn turn of the wrist. Finally, you could think. Wind rushing past and rumbling below.

It started with denial.

She's just drunk. He's just a friend. It's a one-time thing. They aren't together...

It proceeded with anger.

Did you really think someone like her would be with someone like you? Did you really expect her to be single, looking like that? You're so stupid...

It continued into bargaining.

He's so much taller than you. He's probably rich. His arms and shoulders are much bigger than yours. I bet he has a huge bike and a sports car. She's probably in love with him. If you were just better...

As you rounded a corner, depression.

I'm so useless. Everything I do is a waste of time. Why do I even try anymore? Why should I? Things aren't supposed to work out for me...

But acceptance didn't come. It kept flashing in your mind, the image of her, face tinted by alcohol, shining with sweat under the neon lights, smile so bright and wide, hands all over him. His hands were around her waist... God dammit. What did you really expect? For a moment you sat in your garage, staring down at the kill switch that you didn't have to swat small hands away from tonight. You were on autopilot as you closed the garage door and took the elevator up.

Many hours and many video games later, your phone buzzed. Couldn't be...

[01:34]

jungeuniiie: sorry, busy week... was out with my friends tonight, i feel bad for answering so late! :-/

Her friends... You tried to be the tough guy who didn't answer right away, but that just isn't you.

chickenstripper97: oh no problem haha

jungeuniiie: maybe we could hang out tomorrow night?

You couldn't do it. Too soon.

chickenstripper97: ohh actually having a rough time lately, probably gonna stay in

jungeuniiie: oh okay, no problem. hope you feel better :-(

You shut your phone off and kept playing your favorite game for way too long, distracting yourself. You tossed and turned, dreams and nightmares, sweat and discomfort, all through the night.

Corner store coffee tasted great when you didn't have the willpower to cook breakfast for yourself. You trudged back out to the sidewalk and stood looking at the cars that passed while you sipped on the coffee and tugged your jacket tighter around your body. You killed most of the day at the track after your coffee, and hours of hard leans and near misses got you in the mood for some barhopping, hoping it would take your mind off things. The same street from the previous night, but a different feeling. You scanned the people walking around and selected a bar to start with. You grabbed a drink, then trudged to a couch in the corner so you could survey the room. More stories on faces, more thoughts to get lost in, more... Your vision was blocked by an hourglass figure and perfectly sculpted thighs peeking out from a very short dress.

"Deep in thought?" the woman asked. You slowly lifted your head, eyes passing over the form-fitting plaid dress, cropped leather jacket, dyed blonde hair, and gaudy chokers to finally meet the eyes of the stranger.

"Guess so," you answered. She sat close to you and crossed one leg over the other, then turned to you, drink in one hand, your shoulder running underneath the other. You got chills, but she didn't notice.

"What's wrong, handsome? Get dumped? Fired?" she asked away.

"Getting ahead of yourself, what about my name?" you said smoothly. She laughed and sipped her drink.

"With a face like that, who needs one?" she said. You raised your eyebrow, and she relented, asking sheepishly and nodding at your answer. "I'm Heejin. Never seen you before... Now, back to it. What's got you looking like that?"

"Girl problems, I guess," you said. You fidgeted with the watered-down beverage in your hands, and she got braver with hers. The hand on your shoulder gave a squeeze, and she set her drink down to place the other on your leg.

"Want me to fix them?" she asked. Her eyes dragged over your whole body, back to your eyes. Without giving you time to answer, she kissed you fiercely. Briefly pulling back, she asked: "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," you said, and slid your hand over her waist to her back. She smiled into the second kiss and gripped you tighter. Her lips were cold from the drink she'd been sipping, tinged with a light fruity flavor. Her tongue brought the taste of alcohol into your mouth, and you sucked on it hungrily. She hummed quietly as she moved her hand from your chest to take hold of your wrist and guide your hand to her leg, which she was in the process of bringing over your lap to straddle you. Heejin was fully on top of you now, making out with you on the couch in a dimly lit bar, music shaking you to the bone, smell of alcohol seeping into your psyche. Before your hands crept from her legs all the way up to her chest, you stopped yourself.

"Come on," you spoke into her ear. She smiled and got up, holding your hand while you strode to the bar and tossed way too much cash on the counter. The bartender shouted a thank you over the loud music and you stepped out onto the sidewalk with Heejin in tow. You gripped her hand and made your way to your bike; her eyes widened. She watched you pull an extra helmet out of the seat compartment, then stood still for you to slide it over her head. You hopped on and she followed, arms tight around your waist. She held you tighter as you began moving. Soon you were home, stumbling inside, making out in the elevator, fighting to get the key in the door, and finally falling into your bed. Heejin quickly shed her leather jacket and you shed your shirt, your lips latched onto her neck, then her nape, then her collarbones, then even lower. She turned around for you to unzip her dress, then slipped it off to reveal her bare chest; no bra tonight, apparently. She shoved your head lower so you could kiss and suck on her chest, which you did happily. Airy moans made their way to your ears as your tongue swirled around her nipple and you moved to the other, all the while massaging her petite breasts with your hands. Your bulge wasn't a secret at this point, and she squeezed and rubbed you eagerly while you showered her chest with kisses.

A sudden knock on the door. Heejin looked up at you, and you made a confused expression. You placed your hands on her hips to give them slow rubs up and down.

"It's deadbolted, I'm not worried about it," you said. She nodded and brought you back down to kiss you again. The knock on the door nagged at you a bit until your mind was wiped blank by the sensation of soft lips around your cock. You were so lost in thought you didn't notice Heejin taking your pants off. On her knees, she bobbed up and down, and your hands went to her long hair. You took fistfuls, gently, of course, and moved your hips slowly. She took you all the way and gagged, and you lifted her to her feet. You kissed her neck again while you slipped your fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them from her thick thighs. She smirked and stepped out of them, so you took the invitation. You lay her down and kissed her muscled thighs while gently stimulating her clit to get her going, and she rolled her hips and moaned approvingly. You gave a slow swipe of your tongue up the length of her dripping pussy. She tasted fantastic; sweet, sweaty, ready. Your fingers slid into her first, curling at just the right point to feel that rough patch inside of her.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Heejin?" you asked and stood straight up to look down at her tight, muscular body. She bit her lip and nodded eagerly, so you leaned down to kiss her sternum, then teased her warmth with your tip. You thrusted into her quickly, the sensation was irresistible. The slick that soon coated your shaft made it easy to fuck her deeply; you moved in and out of her rapidly, the tip of your cock reaching deep inside of the small girl, poking at her womb over and over again. She moaned uncontrollably with each thrust. You laced your fingers with hers so she could squeeze your hands tightly. "You're so fucking hot," you mumbled in a raspy voice.

"Fuck, ah... So... Big..!" she whimpered with each stroke. She let go of your hand and started rubbing her clit, causing her to tighten even more.

"Shit, Heejin, I'm-" she locked her legs around you and you felt her body shudder intensely when she came. Of course, the tightening and influx of wetness made you cum, too, but you were too drunk on pleasure to think much about it. Oversensitivity yanked you from your delirious state and your eyes snapped open. Heejin was still panting, cum dripped out of her and onto the sheets. A quick kiss on her cheek, then you pulled out and moved to the bathroom. You got a towel to clean up a bit.

"Mm... Could you get me some water?" Heejin asked quietly. You heard her rustling around in her purse. One trip to the kitchen later, you came back to give her the glass, and she tossed back a small pill before finishing off the water and smiling to you when you gave her the towel.

"You're welcome to stay, you know," you said.

"Just a hookup though, right?" she asked.

"Just a hookup," you laughed. As soon as you came down from the euphoria of the sex, everything came flooding back. Jungeun and that man... Ugh. You wondered what she was up to, probably with him. You wished the girl in your bed right now was her, and cursed yourself for your bad habit of trying to get over girls by using other girls. The key word was trying: you weren't over it. It'd take a while, considering how much time you already wasted hoping she could be yours...

Wait, the knock on the door earlier. A neighbor? Curiosity got the best of you, and you threw on some boxers and walked over to the front door. The peephole didn't reveal anything, so you opened it up and looked up and down the hallway. Then, you spotted a small basket on the floor. It seemed to contain some snacks, but you were more interested in something else: the note stuck to the top.

sorry I didn't catch you while you were home :-( i feel so bad for not answering you all week. i hope you're doing okay, and that this can cheer you up a little. we should go out soon!

text me,

jungeun♡

With Heejin in your arms and Jungeun in your mind, you couldn't stop thinking as you lay with your eyes open, staring at the wall in your pitch black bedroom. Did a one night stand with a hot stranger really prevent you from meeting Jungeun at the door..? Why did she go to this length for you? Why is there a heart by her name? What does 'go out' mean? You'd ask for Heejin's perspective in the morning; she was a woman, after all, so she might be able to offer some wisdom on the subject. For now, though, you held her close to you, and fell asleep listening to her quiet breaths.

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