#jolly karlsson x y/n

[jennay]

Honey Bee

An: I think this is the end for Honey Bee. Thanks to everyone who went on this journey with me. I'm sad but happy and I'm sure I'll update with new chapters periodically maybe showing glimpses into their future if you guys would like that

parts: 1/2/3/4/5

Master List

Tags: @blackveilomens @xxrainstorm @somewhere-diamond @cookiesupplier @blacksoul-27 @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @jadert15 @an-insane-day

You sank into the plush cushions of the couch, captivated by the bright TV screen, where Noah was immersed in a game he swore was fun. You had no clue what he was doing, but it was amusing to watch him. You had spent the previous night binge-watching movies with him, and after a few glasses of wine, he persuaded you to stay over, saying it was too dangerous to drive.

You agreed without a second thought since his bed was the most heavenly you had ever slept in. You felt like you were floating in a cloud of softness and warmth.

You just wanted to chill until your head cleared, and you felt more alert. You weren't hungover, but you could feel the weight in your eyelids. Noah offered to make breakfast, but you declined, toasting a bagel and spreading some cream cheese. You thought it was perfect for a lazy morning.

The front door squeaked open - and your muscles tensed. Your stomach twisted as if you had been hit. Your eyes darted to Noah and back to the opening door. Jolly. He wasn't supposed to be back this early. Noah promised that Jolly wouldn't be home until midnight. So why - why was he standing there?

Your eyes widened, and you leaped from the couch - your heart hammering and your palms clammy. You felt your food rising in your throat. You had tried hard to hide your feelings like this, but you were caught off guard and had no time to brace yourself.

Jolly smiled, unable to act like he wasn't happy to see you, and opened his mouth to say something, but you glowered at him. You took a deep breath and walked past him without a word, pretending you didn't see his confused expression.

You felt his hand try to touch your arm, but you shook it off. You dashed up the stairs, your breath ragged and your heart thumping.

You locked eyes with Noah over the side rail - he looked stunned as if he didn't expect you to react so strongly; he thought you would've at least kept your cool. You gave him the finger, your face flushed and your eyes blazing. You barged into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"Shit, well, I tried," Noah says as he springs to his feet, joining Jolly at the door. He folds his arms over his chest and says, "Dude, please just go talk to her."

Jolly's eyes widen - if he was sleepy before, all the noise woke him up. He looks at you and then at Noah, confused. "Why is she acting like that?"

"I might have lied about when you were coming home. I'm sick of being in the middle of this. I just wanted to help." Noah laughs, unfolding his arms and slapping Jolly's shoulder. "If you would've just asked me, I would've told you I don't have feelings for y/n." He confesses, his voice sincere. "It's never been like that for us. We're just friends." He bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if he should reveal more. It couldn't hurt if he told Jolly how you felt; maybe it would give him the courage he needed. "She wants you, man. And it's been like this for years." He says, his voice dropping to a whisper. He feels a relief wash over him as he finally lets out his secret.

Jolly's eyes bulge in disbelief. "For years?" He repeats, dropping his bags on the floor with a loud thud. He felt like his ears were deceiving him.

Noah shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, "She hasn't said that directly, but if you're not a complete idiot, which you clearly are, you can see it." He growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance. Noah wanted to slap some sense into Jolly's thick skull.

"You think I should go up there?" He asks nervously, rubbing his stubble, "It seems like she doesn't want to see me." He murmurs.

Noah shakes his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, "I think my antics caught her off guard, I'll probably have to apologize to her later." He says. "She's been putting up with my shit a lot lately, man. Usually, she can get away from me by going to you, but lately, it's just been her and me." He chuckles, "I know I'm a pain in the ass."

Jolly shook his head in disbelief. "You are." He said, heading for the stairs. His feet felt heavy and sluggish as he climbed the stairs like he was walking to his execution.

Noah followed him, hoping to give him some encouragement. Noah watched as Jolly gently knocked on the door, waiting for a reply.

When he heard nothing, he cautiously opened the door - and as soon as Jolly was in, Noah dashed to the door, slamming it shut behind him and locking it from the outside.

Your throat clenched, and your lungs gasped for air when you saw Jolly standing there; you felt like a fish out of water. You jumped off the bed with a huff and ran to the door. You grabbed the handle and turned it. Shocked when it didn't budge. "Noah!" You yelled. "What the hell…"

You heard Noah laugh from the other side of the door. "I switched the lock last night, you fell right into my trap like I knew you would." He said, sounding smug.

You wanted to escape, away from Jolly, away from Noah, away from everything. "I'll unlock it when you two sort out your feelings." Noah said, sounding relaxed and indifferent. "And I have all the time in the world, so don't bother rushing." You heard his footsteps receding from the room.

You turned around to see Jolly standing there, his eyes full of guilt and sadness. He looked conflicted between wanting to comfort you and fearing your reaction. His nervousness was tangible, and you wondered what he would say.

You walked back to the bed and sat down, avoiding his gaze. You felt a knot in your stomach and a storm of emotions in your heart. "Shit." You whispered, closing your eyes and lying on your back.

You covered your eyes, wishing he would leave you alone.

You felt the mattress sink as he sat beside you and heard him exhale deeply. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but there are some things I think I should say." He said, sounding more assertive than you expected. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He added softly, his voice full of regret.

You let out a scornful laugh, cutting him off. "Well, you did." You snapped, feeling bitter.

"I tried to call you, and I tried to text you. You kept avoiding me and not giving me room to explain!" He says slightly, raising his voice.

You sit up, eyes landing on him with anger and disbelief. "What was there to explain? You led me on, made me think you were into me, and when I acted on it, you rejected me? You fucked with my head, Jolly!" You say, matching his tone, "Yes, I ignored you because it hurt, I still can't even think of you some days, but you're always fucking there!" You whine, standing up and pacing the room. "I wanted you; I tried showing you; I tried explaining that there was nothing with Noah. I came to Sweden FOR YOU."

Jolly stares at you, a sarcastic smile on his lips, "And then you called me and said you just wanted to be friends while I was trying to figure out how to make it up to you! I tried telling you the day you decided to fly back here, but you wanted to leave, and I know it wasn't a work thing; it was because you were mad at me and needed fucking Noah! You're always running to Noah. Do you see why I might be confused?!"

You run your hand down your face and sit in Noah's computer chair. "Do not try to put this on me, Jolly. I have been putting myself out there for years, hoping you'd take a fucking hint." You say through clenched teeth. "Why couldn't you just trust me? Instead, you made me question everything I felt for you." You say, your voice trembling with anger and pain. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, and you wish you could calm down.

"I didn't trust myself!" He exclaims, raising his hands in frustration. "How could I trust you when I was so confused about my own feelings?" Jolly shifts his position, crossing his legs and leaning back. He doesn't look away from you, and you see the conflict in his eyes. "I tried, okay? I tried to trust you, but I just…I couldn't understand it. I thought you and Noah were perfect for each other. I saw how you two have always clicked, how he made you smile, how he always had your back. I felt like I didn't measure up. I let my fears overpower your words." His voice is at a mere whisper toward the end of his sentence. He senses your silence and goes on. "I want to fix this, but I need you to tell me what you want." He pauses, "We've been sending mixed signals, and I think it's confusing us both." He says, looking into your eyes, searching for a sign.

You rise from the chair and walk over to Jolly, sitting beside him on the bed. You lower your head, feeling hopeless. "I don't know how to fix this. I can't pretend to be just your friend. I've moved past that, but I'm afraid to jump into a real relationship with you." You say softly, your voice steady. "I'm scared that I'll do something that triggers your insecurities, and you'll assume someone else is better for me. And when I say I love you and only you, you won't believe me. I don't want those doubts in your mind to win and destroy what we have."

Jolly's lips curl into a small smile. "Love me?" He repeats, his tone curious.

You move closer to him, taking his hand in yours, "Yeah." You whisper, gazing into his eyes, "Because I do." You say, your voice is shaky. You squeeze his hand. "I need you to show me it's safe for me to be in this with you. I don't want to walk around on eggshells expecting the worst to happen. I want to wake up knowing we made the right choice." You say, your voice firm and serious. "Can you do that?"

He leans in, eyes locked onto yours, and gently cups your face with his other hand. His thumb caresses your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You feel his warm breath on your lips as he whispers, "I can do that." He closes the gap between you, and you feel his soft lips press against yours.

The kiss is gentle and sweet but enough to make your heart flutter. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepen the kiss. You feel his arm around your waist, holding you close, and you melt into him. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, smiling and panting. You look into his eyes, and they shine with love. "I'll never get tired of that," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. He pauses, "I brought something with me." He pulls away from you and digs in his pocket, opening a small box to reveal the opal ring he'd given you before. The ring sparkles in the light. "I wanted to give it back, and this time, I want to give it to you as a promise ring. Because I promise to be here for you, to keep you safe, and to make you feel loved and secure." He holds the ring out to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "But most of all, I promise to trust you." His voice is so sincere; you can tell he means every word. You can't help but smile. You let him slide the ring back on your finger, which fits perfectly. You look at the ring, then at him, "I was hoping I'd get this back," you say, your voice soft and sweet. You lean in and kiss him gently, feeling his lips curve into a smile.

You whisper, "I'm glad you're home."

He sighs, but it's not a sign of annoyance or anger this time. It's a sound of pure bliss and relief. "Should we text Noah?" He asks, his voice soft and content.

You nod your head and pull out your phone. You type a quick message: Can you let us out now? We had wild sex on your bed and made up.

You hear a loud laugh from the hallway. "Yeah, right." Noah's voice echoes in your ears, and you see the door handle turn. "I've been sitting out here the whole time." He says, opening the door. He grins as he sees the two of you standing, Jolly's arms wrapped around your waist and holding you close, a smile on your face. The air feels lighter, and Noah is happy for you.

"I heard you leave…" You say, chuckling. "You mean to tell me you came back and eavesdropped on everything?"

"How else was I supposed to know when to let you out?" He asks, acting like you're stupid. "Let me see the ring." He says, walking over to you and grabbing your hand. He examines it, nodding his head in approval. But instead of saying anything nice, he says, "Should we order food and watch a movie? I'm emotionally drained, and I wasn't even in here." He jokes.

You and Jolly follow Noah down the stairs and into the living room, where you find a cozy spot on the couch. You cuddle up to Jolly, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him. He kisses your forehead and holds you close, making you feel safe.

Noah makes a disgusted noise and says, "Gross. Now I'm the third wheel." He flops down on the other end of the couch and grabs the remote. He asks what you want to watch, hoping to distract himself from your lovey-dovey display.

"You know I'm always up for a murder mystery or a horror movie!" You say, raising your voice to annoy them.

Noah shakes his head, "Don't make her mad, Jolly. You'd be shocked how much she knows about disposing of a corpse without leaving a trace," He jokes.

You lift your head from Jolly's chest and give Noah a menacing look. "I'll strike when you least expect it, Noah. No one is safe from me. Not even you." You say, putting on a sinister tone.

Noah throws you the remote. He wonders if you're serious sometimes. He looks at Jolly and says, "And you're willingly choosing this psychopath?"

Jolly laughs at his remark, "Yes because she's my adorable little psycho." He says, squeezing you tighter and making you giggle. "And if she chooses to murder me someday, at least I'll die happy."

Noah rolls his eyes, not impressed by Jolly's comment. "I'm gonna order Chinese food. Do you guys want the usual?" He asks, getting up from the couch.

You nod, and Noah heads to the kitchen. Jolly takes this chance to ask you something that is on his mind. "Let me take you on a real date tomorrow." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

You pull back, looking into his eyes, smiling as you nod in approval. "I'd love that." You say, leaning in for a kiss. He kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

You hear Noah clear his throat from the kitchen, and you break the kiss, laughing. "Sorry, Noah." You say, feeling a blush on your cheeks.

Jolly smiles at you, "He'll get used to it." He says, kissing your cheek. "He has to cause I don't plan on letting you go." He says, making your heart flutter.

"And now I'm back to hating both of you, this time for all the PDA, how the tables have turned."

You throw a pillow at Noah when he sits down. "It could be worse. We could be screaming at each other still."

Noah nods and playfully rolls his eyes, "Shut up and pick a fucking movie." He rubs his temples, "I will separate you two!"

You pick up the remote and browse through the movie options. You see an horror movie and ask Noah if he's up for it.

He nods and says, "Sure, why not? Maybe it'll scare some sense into you two." He jokes, grabbing a pillow and hugging it.

You press play, and the movie starts. You watch the screen but sneak glances at Jolly, who smiles at you and kisses your hair. You know you've made the right choice. You're glad you gave him a chance and excited for tomorrow's date. You don't know what the future holds, but you know you want him to be a part of it. You squeeze his hand and whisper, "I love you."

He smiles, whispering back, "I love you too, Honey bee."

[jennay]

Love this fluffiness

Kristmas with Käresta

pairing: Joakim “Jolly” Karlsson x ofc (Evie)

summary: Jolly has been her best friend forever, he is everything to her and he can't go home to his family this year, so she is determined to do something special for him for Christmas this year. Determined.

author’s note: Unbeta’d. Actually, consider this a part one for this upcoming NYE follow-up!! This one is all fluff.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds

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Evie first met Jolly when he first moved to LA, pretty much his first week, he was lost and she was working behind the counter at the cafe that she’d been working behind forever. She was working her way through college as a barista, her parents could only pay so much money on school, and while they did that, she put as much as she could towards everything else.

Meeting Jolly had been wonderful, that first day, she’d given him directions to find his way to where he was going after ordering a coffee, and the next day, he came back for another coffee, along with the next. She’d laughed when he came back on the fourth day, and she already had his order down pat, but did he truly like their crappy coffee that much?

“No, but the Käresta that makes it saved me.”

That day he left with her number and they’ve been fast friends ever since.

All these years later, and she had an idea, an idea that she was trying to whip the guys into shape and help her with.

She knew Jolly wasn’t going to be able to go home and get to spend Christmas with his family this year, so she was trying to ease things for him and wanted to bring some traditions to him here, but the research she did.. Well most of them, most of them did revolve around family and the boys in the band and he lived with had been so difficult.

Evie had tried to arrange a day to decorate the Christmas Tree together, a real one, all of them, so they could surprise Jolly, at least that had been the plan. But that hadn’t happened, it had fallen flat, no one had been able to agree to a date and never ended up happening until she just put up the normal tree, with Noah and Jolly.

Her next attempt had been the day to bake gingerbread houses and cookies, but that hadn’t worked either. One or two of the guys could have done it, but it was supposed to be family, they were supposed to be together, otherwise, it wasn’t the same.

Her final try was Christmas Eve, which was the Swedish version of Christmas Day, and boy did she give every last one of them the RIOT act about how they were bailing on Jolly. Whoever was in town, whoever was remotely available was to BE THERE, and if she found out they were, she was going to ‘This threat has been censored for the sake of the holiday spirit.’

It was safe to say they agreed. No one argued with Evie when she started using language like that. Mostly, because unbeknown to her, Jolly made sure every last one of them knew that upsetting Evie was upsetting him, and he’d make their life extremely difficult.

Evie told everyone she’d take care of everything, all they had to do was turn up, presents would be nice, but at the very least, just turn up, please!

They did, and it made her so happy, the house was full, and warm, and for a moment there, she was worried that all the massive amounts of food that she had made, weren’t even going to be enough. Giggling, remembering Jolly watching her run around like a chicken with her head cut off all morning, wondering what had gotten into her, and she’d just shooed him back to his room with a grin. Oh, she had made so much food, a smörgåsbord as per her research into the Swedish traditions, not just what they called it in restaurants. She even looked into some of the more traditional dishes, and while she didn’t know if she’d gotten the ones she’d tried right, she had tried. Like the lutfisk, hopefully, that one wasn’t horrible, and she’d already told the others to let Jolly try that one first. Though if it was horrible, maybe.. Maybe, oh she didn’t know.

There were all kinds of things that she had made, Christmas ham, pork sausage, pork belly, and she’d also included other dishes from some of the other guys' homes too, because she knew others hadn’t been able to go home either. Yes, she might have been doing this for Jolly, but she was well aware that he wasn’t the only one that didn’t get to go home and spend time with family this year.. So here they were, all spending time together. A different type of family. Found family.

When she finally went to bring Jolly out of his room,

“Oh, so I’m allowed to come out now, Käresta?”

Her face flushed with warmth, remembering how she’d practically banished him to his room earlier when he’d continued to bug her when she was flittering about the kitchen all morning. Nodding slightly, she reached for his hands with hers to pull him out of his room to come out to the lounge where the party was happening. Everything was set up, the whole room was decorated with faux candles and Christmas lights and decorations, everyone sitting out at the table waiting for them so they could sit down to dinner.

“Evie, what have you-”

Looking around..

“Oh, Käresta.”

“God Jul, Jolly.”

Smiling at her, she knew she probably got the pronunciation absolutely horribly wrong, but she tried, and Jolly hugged her so tightly now. As he let her go, they both moved to join all the others at the table and start dinner. Laughing and happy, Jolly enjoyed the whole night, dinner, Evie’s attempts at lutfisk, her baked lussekatter was perfection and he was also going to steal more of those gingerbread cookies. Then after dinner came the presents, and he stole away to his room to bring out the ones he’d gotten for his friends, but all in all, the whole night, spending it with his family, and his friends, he couldn’t have asked for anything more.

As most of the guys were heading to their rooms, Jolly was sitting on the couch with Evie, he reached for her hand, squeezing lightly,

“Käresta, tonight has been, wonderful, thank you.”

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

bound to break (jolly karlsson x reader one shot)

cw: just angst oops

iwas incredibly proud of him, don’t get me wrong.

i loved his dark eyes sparkling with passion whenever he hit the stage and hit the first snares of his guitar. the concentrated, serious frown and expression he carried during the entire performance, whilst i knew more than anyone how much he was beaming on the inside, like a burning sun filled with passion, radiating to the instrument he’s playing.

but it hurt as well. it hurt that he had to chose between two of the things he loved the most; me, and his career. i wish i could’ve put it differently that night when it all went wrong—wrong for my heart now still desperately aching for him, needing him. for him to come home and wrap his arms around me like a safe heaven, singing me softly asleep, as he noticed i was close to drifting away but just needing to hear his calm and warm voice against my ear, the only thing that made me sleep fully and peacefully.

but i needed to break the silence, the painful eating silence between us whenever we were together and i just had to sit and watch him still being occupied by work instead of holding me like he always used to when he had days off.

“y/n, please. you can’t make me choose—”

“i’m not making you chose, joakim. or at least, i don’t want you to, but… i’m trying to explain to you that that i find it very hard to see you less and less, and now that you’ve just gotten back for three days you have to leave again!”

“i know!” he had yelled back, in frustration, in sadness. “i know, and it’s not like i like it either! but this is an opportunity we as a band have to take, you understand that right? we haven’t been able to play like this for y—”

“i never said i didn’t!” my voice breaks in a hoarse whisper, heart close to breaking as i interrupt him, ‘cause i knew where this conversation would end up to. it was bound to happen for a while now, and we were both tired. tired, yearning for each other every single day, yet our needs never got met. and it destroyed us, slowly but steadily, like a wall between us about to crack with each time we saw each other, waiting to get broken by either of us.

“but you understand that this situation becomes tiring for me, right? joakim, i barely see you and it becomes less and less, shorter and shorter. i miss you, i miss us—i miss who we were and could be!”

a silence is followed, only our ragged breathing being heard in the room around us, and jolly looks at me with a saddening frown, and i know i have the same look at my face, just more frustratedly and tired.

“what are you saying exactly, y/n?” he then asked after a moment, stepping slightly closer, a messy strand of hair escaping from his half up bun that i’m tempted to brush away behind his ear, but i keep both my hands to my side.

“what i’m saying is… i don’t know anymore how we can still make this work between us. i want to, truly, and you know that—but… it’s getting tiring. it’s getting tired to miss my other half, and him not even being with me when we’re together. even at home you’re constantly wrapped up in work, and i can just sit here and watch in silence waiting for you to leave your damn office and become known of my existence again.”

the memory of that night is painful. painful especially when i lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, the fabric of the sheets and mattress feeling extra cold now that he is not there anymore to make it warm and comfortable, safe and nice to lay in—i wasn’t able to sleep for weeks after we decided to take a break and see where life would lead us, if the road of this hectic life would take us back together or not.

so far, it didn’t. it seemed like jolly didn’t even want to take the first step. and maybe that was because of his busy schedule, maybe it was because i was too afraid of the reality peeking around the corner and watching me, watching me like a hawk to remind me all of this was never going to work out again, so i didn’t take the first step either. the only way i was in some sort of contact with him, was through a tv screen, watching him perform in a small intimate venue, which was a huge difference from the festival his band had played the night before, and just in general. they were getting more and more successful each day.

i would watch with tears stinging in my eyes, feeling both utterly heartbroken but so proud of him as well. because i knew be belonged to that stage, along with his friends, his brothers, creating music so special, inspiring and important for others with the passion clearly rushing through his body, the body that one held me with so much love and joy, that i couldn’t be mad at him anymore.

because i couldn’t take this type of love and joy from him either, because he was clearly made for this and the stage—and it hurts that he was not made for me, and a life together, after all.

[collapsedglasshouses]

HEAVEN KNOWS I AIN'T GETTING OVER YOU || Joakim Karlsson x fem!Reader

picture found on pinterest

PAIRING: ex-husband!Jolly x fem!reader

SUMMARY: When Jolly visits you unannounced on a Tuesday night, you have no idea what it leads to.

WARNINGS: SMUT [oral sex, female receiving; unprotected p in v], possessive!jolly, ANGST, jolly and reader have a daughter together (y/d/n), MDNI, 18+

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @jilliemiw86 @justeli6 (If you wanna be added to my taglist in general, leave a comment or message me privately!)

A/N: i wrote this in one sitting and i'm so proud of it that i can't hide it for one second longer. i hope you like it! also this isn't proofread, im very sorry ._.

MASTERLIST

[y/d/n = your daughter’s name]

You thought the hardest thing you had ever done in your entire life was the process of deciding to file for divorce from your ex-husband Jolly, but he had proven you wrong. It was that he had signed the papers without an argument or fight. He had just done it.

It had stung, how he came back from a long tour, saw the papers laying on the kitchen counter and just signed them. It hurt but you also knew it was for the best. That he didn’t fight with you was hard, but it also made it in some ironic way easier.

Since you had a daughter together, he came over only on the weekends when he was home from touring and normally, he’d only pick up your daughter and leave again; not really much conversation going on between you except the necessary small talk. He was a good father and human after all, and you were glad for that.

After some time, routine came back and somewhat everything began to feel normal again. You began to date again, and Jolly seemed to live his life to the fullest. You were happy for him.

That changed when your doorbell rang on a Tuesday evening. You were sitting on the couch watching TV when you heard the sound and for the first couple of seconds you thought about not opening the door. After all, it was almost 8 PM and you were kind of scared there would be someone trying to break in or hurt you, but when it rang again you became curious.

“Joakim?” You asked surprised when you saw him standing there.

“Is it true?” He just asked and looked you dead in the eye.

“What?” You answered him confused. He looked like he hadn’t slept properly since he brought back your daughter two days ago.

“On the weekend, y/d/n said you were seeing someone.” He asked, his tone careful, yet you could sense some sort of hurt in his voice.

“Do you maybe wanna come in before you confront me about stuff that hasn’t got anything to do with you?” You grumbled at him in a sarcastic tone, which he ignored while stepping into the place you once called home together.

He walked into the living room, followed by you. There he crossed his arms in front of your chest and looked at you, disappointed.

“What do you want to here, Joakim? I don’t remember that we agreed to be abstinent for the rest of our lives.” You snarled at him and mirrored is gesture.

“Don’t you think it still hurts that I hear that from our daughter instead of you?” He responded in the same tone.

“I don’t know why you suddenly seemed to care.” You grumbled. “Since you didn’t show any interest in me for… how long is it now? One and a half years?”

“You didn’t even let me explain myself and threw the divorce papers at me. How do you think I feel?” He angrily expressed.

“I don’t even need to tell you this, but there is no other guy. I went on two dates. TWO dates, Jolly.” You answered him while ignoring how his statement stung. You knew it had been egoistic of you, but the months before the divorce, he either wasn’t at home or when he was, he didn’t even look at you. You felt unimportant, unloved, neglected. And now he was throwing around these statements. You wished he had done it earlier. You wished he would have opened up to you. The fact that he only did it because he saw the potential danger of another person in your life, hurt you so much.

Jolly took a deep breath. “I feel like we never even talked about this whole separation.”

“You were the one who didn’t ask when I handed you the papers, Joakim.” You said, your tone a lot calmer than it had been before but you still were angry. You were glad that your daughter was having a sleepover at a friend's house that night, otherwise she would have already been downstairs.

When Jolly didn’t say anything for another solid minute, you sighed.

“Don’t you think it is a bit too late to talk now?” You mumbled defeated and ran a hand through your hair. “I hope you know that I didn’t do that to hurt you. We both know it would have ended way uglier if we dragged it out longer than it already had been.”

You saw how Jolly swallowed hard.

“You know I still love you?” He almost whispered and let his hands fall to his sides. When you looked at him like that, he almost looked broken… defeated. For the first time since what felt like ages, you felt like he let his guard down. Like he wasn’t trying to hide his feelings away.

“I know, Jolly.” You answered him. “And I also know that a part of me still loves you and always will, but we both know that this isn’t going to work. At least not like this.”

He slowly took a step towards you, carefully watching your reaction. When you didn’t look reluctant or took a step back, he reached for your hand and grabbed it.

“I am so sorry that all of this happened. I thought about everything that had happened. Long before the divorce. I know how cruel I was to leave you in the dark. To not talk to you when I needed nothing but your comfort. I thought that I would get through everything by myself.” He told you with honesty in his voice.

“You didn’t have to go through everything alone. That is what a marriage is for, Jolly. I would have been more than happy to help you. I still am if you need me.” You whispered out and looked into the eyes of the man you had and still loved so dearly, and you felt how your heart hurt.

“I always need you, y/n. I need you so bad.” Jolly responded and you saw how his eyes became glossy. Without even thinking you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him tightly. You felt how tears started to form in your eyes and it broke your heart when you heard him sniffle for a second.

When you leaned back to look at him, there was this foolish hope in your heart. The hope that you would be able to find back to each other. But your brain knew, even if you did eventually manage to do that, now was not the right time for it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jolly asked and you felt warmth form in your stomach. You knew you should have said no. You knew you should have been strong, but you still nodded.

Your lips met with a ferocity born from years of unspoken words and yearning. The taste of his mouth a bittersweet reminder of everything you had lost.

It felt like you kissed for an eternity and still, when you pulled away, it felt like it wasn’t long enough. You missed him. You missed everything about him, from his small jokes to the way it felt when you fell asleep next to him. He was what made this house a home.

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered against his lips, and he nodded. Before he could even think about letting you go, you pressed your lips against his for a second kiss. This one being much more eager than the previous one.

Slowly but surely, you stumbled towards the couch and soon you were laying under him, lips still connected as if life depended on it. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss.

It didn’t take long until his fingers curled into the waistband of your shorts and panties. For a second, he leaned back to look for consent in your eyes. When you eagerly nodded, he tugged them down your legs.

He kissed you deeply before lowering himself down your body. You shivered when you felt his breath against your core and not even a second later you felt his warm tongue sliding through your folds. He drew skillful circles around your clit. A wave of warmth washed over you as you moaned out his name and it felt so wrong and so right at the same time. You had missed him so much.

Your hand reached for his and he was quick to intertwine your fingers. Your nails pressed into the skin on his hand as your back arched in pleasure.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He pleaded as he raised his head for a second to look at you through his lashed and you felt like you could come on the spot.

“I’m yours, Joakim. I always will be.” You whimpered out and it was all he needed to hear as his head lowered again.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the waves of your orgasm washing over you, as you screamed out his name. Your vision blurred for a second as you came on his tongue. He kissed the inside of your thighs until you slowly came down from your high, before he came up to look at you again.

You grabbed his face and kissed him with such force, he feared to collapsed right on the spot. You could taste yourself on his tongue and the feeling of the fabric of his jeans against your naked cunt made you shiver in overstimulation.

In a swift motion, he turned you on your stomach and you heard how he unzipped his pants. The next thing you felt was hot kisses pressed to the back of your neck and you sighed in need. You needed to feel him, even if it was the last time.

“Do you have a condom?” He groaned into your ear.

“You don’t need one, Joakim. I’m clean and on the pill.” – “Got it.”

You clenched your fists into the fabric of the couch as you felt him enter you. A delicate burn formed inside of you as he stretched your walls. He was gentle but still you let out a small yelp as he bottomed out in one stroke. The small groan that escaped from Jolly’s lips, let you clench around him for a moment.

“God.” He moaned. “I wish I could stay inside of you forever.”

You moaned as a response.

“I’ll make you mine, even if it’s the last time.” He groaned as he slung an arm around your torso, making you slightly sit on him as he thrusted into you.

“I’ll be yours.” You whimpered and reached behind you to grab onto his hair. You moved in a rhythm as you felt the knot tighten in your stomach for a second time. One of Jolly’s hands travelled between your thighs and began to rub small circles on your wet clit.

“God, Jolly. I’m gonna come.” You almost screamed out.

“I’ve got you.” He breathed out as you felt the intense sensation of your second orgasm rolling over you. You felt how your body slowly lost strength, but you held yourself together for him.

You fell forward, leaning on your elbows as his hands grabbed your hips. Shortly after that you felt how he was twitching inside of you and he let out a loud groan as he finished inside of you, his cum filling you up until it began to drip. He grabbed the armrest of the couch in front of you to not let his weight drop on you as he mumbled out small love confessions.

For a couple of moments, neither of you dared to move. He peppered your shoulder with small kisses while you both tried to tame your breaths. Even though, you both didn’t want to, he eventually pulled out of you and got up, as you slowly laid down on your back.

After a minute or so he reappeared with a washcloth and gently cleaned you up, before helping you up from the couch and to the bathroom to go to the toilet.

After you finished and came back to the living room, he handed you your clothes and you both got fully dressed again, before looking at each other in awkward silence.

You knew what he was going to say, before he could even finish.

“Maybe, I should-…” – “Stay.”

He blinked a couple of times as his eyes lit up.

“Y/d/n isn’t coming back until tomorrow after school. You can stay.” You almost whispered and hoped he wouldn’t leave you in that state. “I want you to stay.”

“Okay.” He muttered and nodded slightly. “I will.”

As the two of you sat down on the couch, a wave of guilt washed over you. This was a forbidden taste of the past that only solidified the painful truth. You were bound by a love that could never be, at least not now…

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[thefallennightmare]

Vampyr-Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson Drabble

*all pictures for cover found on pinterest. gif made by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Vampire! Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. mentions of blood, drinking blood, sex(p in v, rough, oral with male receiving), spanking, choking, degradation, swearing, fluff.

Summary: Joakim had spent centuries walking the earth alone, desperate to find someone to share his soul with. When he saw you, your essence radiating from your beauty, he refused to taint you with his own blood. No matter how much you begged him.

Authors Note: So this is for @cowpokeomens Bunny Summerween! You can find her introduction post HERE. I'm super stoked about this! This stemmed from a little conversation between me and @thatchickwiththecamera. Enjoy loves!

Summerween Prompts: "Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will.” and Graveyard.

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The heels of my shoes clicked against the concrete as I walked down the back halls lit but the dim overhead lamps. My deep breaths echoed in the vastness in front of me as the door at the end of the hall came closer into view. 

Ruby moonlight from the blood moon broke through the giant window as I walked past it, dawning the hallway with such a vigorous light, it made my skin buzz with excitement for what was to come on Hallows Eve.

On the other side of the door I could hear soft chords of a guitar and a smile slowly crept to my face. The large door creaked and groaned when I opened it causing the man at the computer to slowly turn towards me. The inside of the room was a vast difference than the cold and dreary hallway I’d walked down. 

Dark eyes peered up at me from underneath a hat and through the facial hair around his lips, I saw a ghost of a smile. 

“You’re not dressed yet?” I asked with my hands low on my hips. 

“Käraste,” he sighed my nickname.

“Joakim,” I mocked. “The party starts in an hour. We already told Noah that we’d be there.” 

He set down the guitar on the floor at his feet before leaning farther back in the computer chair. Even though the large gothic estate was secluded in the middle of a graveyard, Joakim still managed to modernize the inside as the eras went on. The music studio was the most recent upgrade since I’ve lived here. 

“I’m ready,” he shrugged. 

I peaked a brow at his black shirt and jeans, the starkness of his white shoes standing out. His long hair was cascading down his shoulders.

“And what are you supposed to be?” I wondered. 

His tongue flicked over his teeth, the sharp fang catching his bottom lip and a small dribble of blood dripped over his chin. Something low in my gut burned with the need to lick him clean but knew that Joakim would deny me. 

Like he always did. 

“I don’t want to taint your blood unless you're absolutely sure, Y/N. It’s too pure for this curse.”

I was a mere mortal in his world of vampires, wanting a way in but never getting over the fear of what would happen if I did. As much as he loved me, Joakim would never get over the guilt if he turned me and I ended up hating what I became. 

Something I was afraid of as well. He wanted to make sure I was completely on board with the decision. 

Joakim was one of Sweden's oldest vampires, becoming the first in 1623 then creating a long lineage of vampires in his wake as he walked the earth for centuries with the hopes of finding someone to spend the rest of his eternity with. Two years ago he found me alone in a cafe with a book in my lap. He kept his secret from me for a long while until one night when the cravings for blood were too strong for him to ignore and I caught him with his fangs deep in my next door neighbor's throat. 

Joakim thought I’d be afraid of his true nature but in fact, I was enthralled. I wanted to know more. It confused me how he was able to walk out in the bright daylight without getting burned to which he informed me that his nose ring worked as a daylight ring, allowing him to stand in the sun. 

I was tired of this mundane life and was desperate for something different. An eternal life with Joakim. I’d love him with my entire soul and the idea that someday I would grow old while he remained his youthful self made my heart ache. But again, he didn’t want to burden me with his curse. 

“That’s the most pathetic vampire costume I’ve ever seen,” I snickered while rolling my eyes. 

Joakim raised a brow. “And what are you supposed to be?”

I smoothed down the leather jumpsuit. “Selene. From Underworld.” 

“Ah,” he mused before rocking back and forth in his chair. “Do we have to go tonight? I’d much rather stay home with you, käraste.”

His eyes raked over the top of my breasts that were exposed due to the zipper of my suit that wasn’t pulled close completely. 

“You’ve been working non stop the last few days. Bad Omens isn’t going anywhere, love.” I extended a hand to him. 

His dark eyes flicked down to it where it lingered for a moment before it rested back on my breasts and if he didn’t wear a smile, I’d fear something heavy was plaguing his mind. 

“You’re looking quite delicious, Y/N. Come here,” Joakim spread his legs wide, an open invitation. 

Something flickered inside of me, setting my skin ablaze with the intensity from his gaze, and I knew what he wanted. He needed another taste of me. While he refused to change me, he did love the way my blood tasted. He never drank from the vein in my neck because he was afraid of going too deep so he always drank from my wrist. It was a euphoric experience and it burned my soul in the best way. 

With his legs still spread wide, I perched myself on his lap and felt the cold skin of his arms as they wrapped around me. No matter how warm my body ran, it did nothing against Joakim’s always cold body. 

His heart, however, was warm with his undying love for me. 

I left a tender kiss to his lips, tasting the beer he drank earlier, and hummed in delight when his tongue slipped inside. I paid no mind to how we both managed to fit in the computer chair, his kiss being the only thing I could focus on. His sharp fangs nipped at my bottom lip and soon the taste of crimson mindled with our saliva causing Joakim to groan. His cock was aching underneath his jeans as he rutted up into me. 

“Käraste,” he murmured against my lips. “I need more of you. Please.” 

His begs were enunciated with a tight grip on my hips as he moved my body slowly over his cock. 

Pulling away from the kiss, I gave him my exposed wrist and with murky eyes, Joakim snarled his lips for his fangs to swell then sunk them deep into my wrist. 

“Fuck,” I panted, feeling the pull and tug of blood as it left my body. 

Inky veins littered around his eyes as the paleness of his skin soon began to shine with color. It was then I realized how long he’d gone without a proper feeding. 

“Joakim,” I shuddered while knocking off his hat to brush away the strands of hair from his face. “When was the last time you fed?” 

Still attached to my wrist, the orbs of his eyes told me the answer. 

Too long. 

“My love. You know I’m always here if you need to feed. There’s no need to starve yourself,” I reminded him. 

With a large intake of breath, he released his fangs from my now raw skin and his chin was stained claret with my blood; such an unholy sight. 

“On your knees,” he demanded, suddenly pulling me from his lap and forcing me to my knees. “Take it out.” 

My fingers worked fast to undo Joakims button and zipper, pulling his aching cock free. Beads of precum slip through the slit and I licked my lips hungrily at hit. Blood from the wound on my wrist dripped down as I grasped him, slowly moving my hand up and down. 

Joakim’s head fell back against the chair again, a breathy moan falling from his lips when I finally took all of him in my mouth. The taste of my blood and his cum was a glorious mixture and the need for more drove me wild. I craved to know what his blood tasted like. 

Did it taste sweet like his soul?

Did it have a tangy aftertaste like his cum? 

I swirled my tongue over the sensitive head and then began bobbing my head up and down in a fast paced motion; one I knew drove him mad. 

“Jag behöver dig för evigt, käraste,” Jolly ran his fingers through my hair to hold my head in place as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. 

I held him there for a long moment, sliding my tongue underneath his shaft which made an ungodly sound crawl out from his throat. All at once, I felt myself being lifted from the ground and wrapped my legs around Joakim’s waist. 

“Hold on tight,” he whispered in my ear. 

In a whirlwind flash, I felt my stomach drop then rise to my throat as we left the studio and ended up in our bedroom in a blink of an eye. He gently tossed me onto the bed and I giggled as I bounced. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your super speed,” I said. 

Joakim hummed low while standing at the edge of the bed, pants still undone and thick cock hanging over the band of his briefs. With swift movements, he then stood in front of me bare for all to see. I watched as he zoomed around the room to litter it with lit candles and soon, a melody of lofi and ambient beats filled the space. 

“As much as I love you in this costume. I need to see you without it,” he spoke with a growl and ripped off the leather from my body, peeling it away like a second skin. 

The everlasting glow of the flames casted him in an orange and red hue, showcasing every outline and color of the tattoos that covered his chest and arm. My blood had dried to his chin as his tongue lapped up what was left of the sticky substance. 

"Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will,” Joakim crawled over me leaving soft but yet rough kisses as his fangs dragged over the inside of my thigh. 

My nails dug into the thick muscles of his arms and pulled him up to me to drown myself in another one of his soul shattering kisses. His scent was all encompassing as it stained my skin and when I wrapped my legs around his waist, I felt the head of his cock brush up against my slick folds. He slid his cock up and down with slow strokes and I nearly whined while grasping at the clammy skin of his back. 

“Joakim, please,” I begged. “I can’t wait any longer.” 

Calloused fingers brushed back the hair from my face so those eyes cloaked with darkness could stare earnestly at me. 

“I’ll never make you wait for me,” he promised while finally slipping inside of me. 

Our groans of pleasure mixed together as the old bed beneath us creaked and scraped along the hardwood floors with every thrust. My back arched in an futile effort to make him go deeper. 

When we first began dating, Joakim was careful with me, never wanting to hurt me with his strength. But once I knew what he was, I made him vow to me to never hold back. I could take it. 

My squeals echoed in the large room as he pulled all the way out to flip me onto my stomach. 

“Fuck,” I cried when his palm laid a stinging slap to my perk ass.

“In the air. Now.”

Never wanting to disobey him, I raised my ass in the air so he could use two fingers to gather the wetness between my legs. Slow and methodical fingers played with my clit and I grasped at the pillow underneath me, bringing it closer to my chest. 

“What do you want, käraste?” 

Fangs grazed over my lower back and felt tiny little pricks, drawing blood. The flick of his tongue cleaning up the mess he left behind. Every little bite brought me closer and closer to the edge and I was ready to succumb to the euphoric bliss that awaited me. Many times before, I had an orgasm just from Joakim feeding on me, but now adding his fingers to my clit, it felt like my body was vibrating. 

Words were foreign to me all of a sudden so I pressed my ass against his hips which in turn earned another striking palm to the already redden cheek. 

“Words, Y/N. You know you need to use your words with me,” his deep voice demanded. 

“Please, my love. I want your cock,” I all but screamed when another three hard strikes landed. 

A gentle kiss to the angry skin. “Good girl.” 

My head fell to the bed when I felt him fill me up completely and this time, there was no holding back like he’d done before. His pace had a merciless rhythm as he wrapped an arm around my stomach while his other hand gripped my throat to hoist my back against his chest. Now as he fucked up into me, I let my head fall back on his shoulder. 

“Touch yourself,” he ordered with fangs leaving small marks along my neck. 

“Joakim,” I moaned once two delicate fingers began playing with my clit. 

It was all too much and I couldn’t focus on one of the feelings that ignited inside of me. 

While his thrusts were reckless, I could tell that Joakim was holding back from sinking his teeth farther into my throat. 

I exposed more of my neck to him with a silent invitation but I felt him shake his head behind me. 

“I can’t,” his grip around my throat tightened. 

My free hand reached behind me to bring his fangs closer. “I love you, Joakim. I won’t think less of you.” 

His hips stalled for a moment, an indication that he was close. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. Your wrist is one thing. The blood in your neck smells different.” 

Haze filled eyes looked up at him and I nuzzled my face in the hairs of his chin stubble. 

“I want to spend all of eternity with you,” I proclaimed. 

Something changed in the air around us with my words and there was a small flicker of light behind his eyes as they flicked down to the thick vein in my neck, it pulsating with the need to be tasted. 

Still connected, Joakim began to slowly drag his cock in and out of me, bringing me even closer to my release. My hand fell away from my clit, unable to focus on the sensitive nub, and I watched through hooded eyes as he bit down on the inside of his wrist. His blood dripped down my chest and onto the sheets beneath us before he brought it to my lips. 

“Drink, käraste. Drink as much as you want. You won’t hurt me.” He assured me with a soft smile. 

His blood tasted sweet like his soul but had a tangy aftertaste the longer I drank from him. Crimson pooled out of my lips, down my chin, and covered my body. The brilliancy flooded my mind, my soul, and it seemed that I was losing myself, dissolving in pure ecstasy and happiness. It was as if a part of me that lay dormant suddenly awoken as the hunger I felt grew tenfold and I was desperate for more. My nails dragged at the tattoos on his arm, trying to bring Joakim’s wrist closer to me. 

“Vi kommer för alltid att vara sammanflätade. Våra själar kommer att förbli ett, och vi kommer aldrig att behöva leta efter varandra eftersom våra liv kommer att leva tillsammans,” Joakim murmured in his mother tongue before finally plunging his fangs into my throat. 

The sound of skin ripping tangled together with our joined release, him spilling himself inside of me, and as new life breathed into me, Joakim professed his love to me with each pull and tug of my blood. 

[flowery-mess]

*this is me rn*

Rollercoaster of emotions! I was scared, angry, I teared up at the drawing part🥹 also laughed, loved the uncles as trees hehe

I'm maybe too sensitive with this topic, but I wish Luna all the love and the best. I love this little fictional girl too much lol😂💗

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Summary: When Noah was left alone to take care of his daughter about two years ago, he never thought he would find someone else he would trust enough to include in his little family. But things can change.

Tw: little bit of angst (fluff is always there, I don't even write it in the tw anymore)

Series masterlist

3 years earlier

Your apartment felt suffocating. You stood by the kitchen counter, staring at the sink, trying to breathe through the frustration that had been building for probably months. Jason was pacing in the living room, the sound of his feet on the hardwood floor sharp against the silence.

"Why is this always so difficult with you?" His voice was rising, the anger behind it unmistakable. "I try to talk to you, to explain how I feel, but it’s like I’m speaking to a wall. You don’t listen."

You turned, your patience wearing thin. "I am listening, Jason. But you can’t just lash out every time things don’t go your way. It doesn’t work like that."

Jason’s face twisted in disbelief. "You think I’m the one causing problems? You think I’m just making this up?" He threw his hands up, exasperated. "You don’t even seem to care when something’s wrong. You shut down every time I try to talk to you about it!"

You let out a slow breath, trying to hold on to the last shreds of calm you had left. "That’s not true. I care. But you’re trying to control everything. You are trying to control me, and it’s exhausting. Every time we have a disagreement, you make it feel like it’s my fault, like I’m the one who’s doing everything wrong."

Jason scoffed, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Oh, so now I’m controlling? That’s rich. I try to make things work, I try to talk to you, but all you do is shut me out."

"Don’t act like this is just about us not communicating," you snapped, your voice shaking with frustration. "It’s not just one thing, Jason. It’s everything. The way you treat me like I’m supposed to be available on your terms, the way you talk down to me like I’m incapable of making my own decisions. You’re always making everything about you and your needs, but you never ask how I feel about anything."

Jason’s eyes darkened, but you saw something else there too—fear. Maybe he wasn’t ready to face what he was losing, but you had already made up your mind. "You’re overreacting," he muttered, taking a step toward you, but you didn’t back away.

"No, Jason. I’m done," you said, your voice more firm than you felt. "This isn’t working anymore. I can’t keep doing this. I don’t want to keep doing this."

Jason froze, his brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? You don’t mean that. I love you. I need you."

Your chest tightened at the words,. "We shouldn't feel the love so painfully. I shouldn’t. You don’t love me, Jason. This isn’t love," you said. "Love isn’t trying to control someone, love isn’t belittling them every chance you get, love isn’t making them feel small. You don’t get to hide behind 'I love you' and make it okay."

His face twisted in disbelief, like he was trying to comprehend what you were saying. "You’re throwing all of that away? After everything?"

You shook your head slowly, the tears you’d been holding back threatening to break free. But you didn’t let them. Not now. "I’m choosing myself, Jason. I can’t keep letting you walk all over me and thinking it’s okay. I’m done with this and I am truly sorry things didn't go in a different way, trust me."

For a moment, he just stood there, staring at you like he couldn’t believe what was happening. His eyes flicked to the door and back to you, his lips parted like he was about to say something, but the words didn’t come.

"Just go," you said, your voice barely a whisper but stronger than it had been in weeks. "Please. I need you to leave."

Jason hesitated, his fists clenched at his sides. "You’re making a huge mistake," he muttered, his voice low and strained. "You can’t just throw this all away. You’ll regret it."

You shook your head. "No. I won’t. I’m not doing this anymore."

He stood there for a long moment, and then, with a final glance at you, he turned toward the door. It clicked open, and then shut.

The sound echoed in the silence of your apartment, and for a moment, you just stood there, your back pressed against the door, your breath coming in shallow gasps. You told yourself you had made the right decision, that you had done what was best for you. And yet, as the seconds ticked by, something inside you twisted.

The tears came in slow waves at first, and then, like a dam breaking, they poured out. You didn’t try to stop them. You didn’t even know how to. You sank to the floor, knees pulled to your chest, burying your face in your arms as the sobs wracked your body.

You had told him to leave. You had closed the door on him. You had made the decision to walk away from a relationship that has never been healthy.

And still, your heart ached like it had been ripped out of your chest. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself that you were done, that you were stronger than this, your heart betrayed you. You had loved him. You loved him.

And as much as you tried to convince yourself that the way he treated you—his lack of respect, his jealousy, his need to control everything��had been enough to make you forget the love you once shared, your heart couldn’t let go.

You loved him. Even if you didn't want to.

One week after he stepped out of your house, you got the news that he left the city to open his shop somewhere else. And you haven't heard from him since.

Now

You were still staring out the window, frozen, as the realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

Jason’s Ink Studio.

The name was loud and clear in your mind, a flashback to everything you had worked so hard to leave behind. You hadn’t expected this, not today, not now. You never thought he could get back in town, and yet, here he was.

Your gaze fixed on him before your mind could even catch up with the shock in your chest. He was standing on the other side of the road, talking to someone, his face in profile as he lifted a package—large, wrapped in brown paper.

His hair, lighter now than it had been back then, was short but messy, like he’d run his fingers through the light brown locks and forgotten to smooth it down. The buzz cut he once wore was gone, replaced with something more grown-up, but still familiar.

He was wearing a simple black sweater with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the tattoos that snake around his forearms, ink you remember well. His skin is still a bit tanned, like it always was.

His eyes, those blue-grey eyes that had always caught the light in that almost magnetic way, were hidden from now, but you knew they were shining under the morning light.

You didn’t want to look, but you couldn’t help it. As he turned, walking toward the door, his eyes flicked up, right toward the window where you were standing. For a split second, you could have sworn his gaze landed on you.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn’t move.

You weren’t sure if he’d actually seen you, or if you were just imagining it. But in that moment, everything around you seemed to stop. You held your breath. You didn’t want to react. You didn’t want to acknowledge him, not in this place, not now. You were happy with Noah. You didn't want to see him everyday in front of your workplace.

For a moment you both stood there, and then, just like that, he disappeared through the door of his own shop.

You exhaled slowly, the air feeling thick in your lungs. Your palms were suddenly clammy, and you found yourself gripping the counter for stability. He was here. Of course he was. Back there like nothing had changed. But so much had changed. You had changed.

You stared at the door he had just walked through, a sense of unease twisting in your stomach, still trying to wrap your head around the sight of Jason standing outside. It had been years, but seeing him again—especially in front of your café—stirred up a mess of old memories. Why the hell was he back?

Noah’s voice suddenly cut through your thoughts. “Hey, you okay?”

You blinked, snapping back to reality. "Yeah. I'm fine," you muttered, brushing off the question. But before you could add anything else, Grace, leaning over the counter, caught sight of what was going on on the other side of the window.

"Oh well—look who’s back."

You stiffened. Noah looked over, clearly confused. “Who?”

You let out a sharp exhale. “You remember when I told you about my ex?”

Noah raised an eyebrow. "The tattoo artist who treated you like shit and left the town to chase a bigger paycheck?"

“Yeah.”

Grace, without missing a beat, pointed at the window. “Him. Right there.”

Noah turned, following her finger, and the look on his face shifted. His eyes narrowed, “Of course he’s back.” He muttered.

You felt your stomach tighten. “I don't know why he's here. But I don't fucking want him here. Not in front of my café."

Grace, clearly enjoying the situation a bit too much, leaned in with a smirk. “I wonder if he already knows about your ‘charming’ new... rockstar boyfriend with pink nailpolish here?”

Noah shifted on his feet, his expression tightening ever so slightly. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Grace shrugged, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, nothing. Just wondering if the guy’s gonna get jealous seeing you’ve moved on... to someone else.”

You felt the heat rise to your face, and before you could respond, Noah cleared his throat. His voice, though calm, had an edge to it. “Yeah, well, that’s none of his business.”

The casualness of his tone didn’t escape you, but there was something else—something in the way he said it that made you wonder if he was a little too quick to defend you. Or maybe he was just annoyed by the whole situation, too.

Grace watched the two of you, clearly entertained. "Oh, I get it now. High-school reunion vibes, huh? A bit embarassing and awkward?"

You shot her a glare. "Don’t even joke about that."

Noah’s posture had shifted. He was still looking at the window, but the way he stood now had more tension in it. “If he thinks he can just show up and start making trouble, I’ll deal with it,” he said, the words sounding like more of a promise than a suggestion.

You blinked at him, taken aback by the sudden protective tone in his voice. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate it—but why was he getting so worked up?

“I don’t need you to deal with it,” you said quickly. “I can handle it myself, don't worry.”

Grace leaned in, eyes dancing with mischief. “Oh, I’m sure you can. But... still, if he tries anything, I’m pretty sure he’ll wish he hadn’t.” She finished the sentence looking at Noah.

You crossed your arms, trying to ignore the tension building between you and Noah. You could feel his eyes on you, but you weren’t sure if it was out of concern or something else entirely. Was he already jealous? Without even seeing Jason yet?

“He’s not gonna try anything,” you said, trying to reassure both you and Noah. “I’m done with him. For good. It's almost been four fucking years. I moved on. He probably did that too. Maybe he moved back with... I don't know, his wife? Who knows.”

Noah just nodded, staying silent. You knew his mind was full of thoughts but that wasn't the right moment to talk about them.

You stared at the window again, watching your ex as he spoke to someone outside, completely unaware of the tension building inside the café. The knot in your stomach only tightened.

You kept working after Noah left to work on something with the band.

The café was busy and you used that as a distraction from the knot of anxiety in your stomach. You couldn’t shake the image of Jason standing outside.

You busied yourself behind the counter as you made drinks and refilled pastries, trying not to look up at the window every few minutes. But every time the door opened, your heart jumped, and you couldn’t help but glance over.

A couple walked in, laughing together. The man’s grin reminded you too much of Jason’s—slightly crooked, genuine, and a little too familiar. For a split second, your heart skipped, and you felt the familiar ache in your chest. But as they made their way to the counter, you saw it wasn’t him. You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

"Can I help you?" you asked, your voice a little shaky as you forced a smile.

The man ordered a cappuccino, and you moved through the motions, trying to push the thought of Jason from your mind. But every time the door opened, you couldn’t stop your heart from skipping. You looked, always half-expecting him to walk through.

The bell above the door chimed again.

The man entering had brown short hair, his face half-obscured by the collar of his jacket, but for a moment, your mind screamed, It’s him.

You froze, watching as he approached the counter, but when he turned his face toward you, your stomach sank. It wasn’t Jason. Just another stranger.

You forced yourself to breathe, to smile. To get it together. You couldn’t keep reacting like this.

Minutes passed. Then another hour. The tension in your chest never quite eased, but you managed to focus on the customers, the tasks at hand, your routine.

Jason wasn’t coming in. He couldn’t be.

And as the day wore on, and the sun began to set, you didn’t see him again, not even outside the window.

You kept working, moving through the motions. But the truth was, the sense of unease wouldn’t leave. Every time you heard the door, part of you braced for the possibility that it was him. The man who had once been everything, but now felt like a stranger.

But he didn’t come. Not today.

Noah was sprawled on the couch in the band's living room, casually scrolling through his phone while Ruffilo sat across from him. The quiet hum of the house felt comfortable, but Noah’s mind was clearly elsewhere.

Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Noah set his phone down with a frustrated sigh.

“What's wrong, man?” Nick asked casually.

Noah ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just... Y/N’s ex is back in town,” he said, his tone less than enthusiastic. “And he opened up a tattoo shop right across from her café.”

Nick’s eyebrows shot up. "Wait, that guy? The tattoo artist?"

“Yeah,” Noah confirmed, leaning back against the couch. “Jason. He’s been gone for a while, but now he’s back. And of course, right across from where Y/n works.”

Nick nodded thoughtfully. "That’s... uh, that's gotta be awkward."

Noah rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, it’s not great. And I can’t help but feel like something’s going to happen. It just doesn’t feel good."

Nick leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I get it, man. But, you don’t have to worry about that. Y/N’s with you now, and she’s moved on. She’s not gonna let some guy from her past mess things up.”

Noah hesitated. "I know. But... I don’t know, man. I can’t shake this feeling. Ever since I got involved with Y/N I’ve been scared of losing her. I’ve always been scared of it, after... well, after everything that happened with Hannah." He took a deep breath and looked at Nick, his expression more vulnerable than usual. “But now... with Jason back in the picture, I feel it more than ever. I don’t know what’s gonna happen, and it scares the shit out of me.”

Nick studied him for a moment, then leaned back into his seat, shaking his head slightly. "You’re doing it again," he said, his voice calm but firm. "You’re thinking about things that haven’t even happened yet. I get that you're worried, but listen, you don’t have to keep carrying that fear around."

"I know I sound like a broken record,” Noah said, rubbing his face with his hands. "I just... I love her, man. I don’t want anything to mess that up."

Nick’s tone softened. “I get it. I do. But you don’t have to be scared of losing her. You’ve got a solid thing going. Y/N chose you. And she’s with you now. Jason’s part of her past, and that’s where he’s gonna stay. She’s moved on."

Noah let out a long breath. "I know. But it’s still hard not to worry, you know?"

Nick gave him a small smile. "Yeah, I get it. But trust me, man. You’re enough. You don’t have to live in fear of something that might never even happen. You’re already doing everything right."

Noah nodded slowly. “Thanks, man. I needed that.” He stood up, stretching. “I should go pick up Luna. She’s probably starving by now.”

Nick chuckled, standing up with him. "Good idea. But hey, remember, if you need to talk, you know where I am."

Noah smiled. "Appreciate it."

With a final wave, Noah walked out the door.

Things would work out, he hoped. But he still couldn’t shake the weight of his own worries.

He didn't want to get hurt again.

When Noah stepped into the daycare, his eyes quickly found Luna sitting at a small table in the corner, her little brow furrowed in concentration as she worked on something with a pile of crayons scattered in front of her. She caught sight of him immediately and waved enthusiastically.

"Daddy!" she squealed, bouncing out of her seat.

Noah grinned, walking over to scoop her up in his arms. "Hey, sweetheart," he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Ready to go home?"

Luna nodded excitedly, but before Noah could move, Ms. Harper, one of the teachers, approached with a warm smile.

"Noah, do you have a second?" she asked. "We had a little project today, and I wanted to show you something."

Noah glanced at Luna, who ran off to rejoin a friend in a nearby play area.

"Of course," he replied, following Ms. Harper to the small corner of the room as she handed Noah a folded piece of paper.

"We had the kids draw pictures of their families,” she explained as Noah opened the paper carefully. “Luna was really proud of hers, and we wanted to make sure you saw it."

The paper was an explosion of color, with vibrant swirls of pink, blue, yellow, and green. In the sky, there was not a sun (like it usually was in kids' drawings) but a moon.

The clouds were big and puffy and a small house stood in the middle of the page.

Noah’s heart warmed as he looked at the three main figures in the foreground. One was small, the other two larger. The shapes were simple—a circle for each head, a few lines for arms and legs, but they were immediately recognizable. A man, a woman, and a smaller figure.

"That’s us, isn’t it?" Noah asked, looking up from the drawing to meet Ms. Harper’s eyes. His voice was soft, filled with warmth.

The teacher smiled and nodded. "Yep, Luna said it was ‘Daddy and Y/N.’ She was so proud of it."

Noah’s heart swelled as he looked back down at the drawing. The way Luna included you made him smile. "I love it," he murmured.

As he admired the picture, his eyes wandered to the background. He noticed several small shapes scattered on the horizon, almost like trees but not quite. They looked out of place compared to the other elements in the drawing, and his curiosity piqued.

"What are those?" he asked, pointing at the figures.

Ms. Harper chuckled softly. “She said those are her uncles,” she explained.

Noah’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, a laugh escaping him. "Her uncles?"

"Yes," she replied, grinning. "She said they’re the uncles who love her."

Noah couldn’t help but laugh too, a warm, genuine smile spreading across his face. "Well, I'll tell them Luna included them in the family," he said, shaking his head with amusement. "This is perfect."

Luna, who had been playing with her friend, returned to him just as he was carefully folding the drawing.

"Dad" she asked eagerly, "did you see my picture? What do you think?"

Noah beamed down at her. "I love it, Luna. I think it’s the best drawing ever." He picked her up with one arm and kissed the top of her head. "You’ve made me so happy with this."

Luna’s face lit up, her grin stretching wide across her face. She hugged him tightly, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck. "I’m glad you like it!"

The teacher gave them one last smile before stepping away.

"Alright, Lu," Noah said, shifting Luna slightly in his arms, "let’s go home."

The soft glow from the TV illuminated the dim room as you and Noah lay on his bed, wrapped up in the warmth of his blankets as Luna was already sleeping in her bedroom.

The gentle hum of some anime playing in the background was more of a comfort than entertainment at this point. You were curled up beside him, your head resting on his chest, the familiar weight of his arm draped over you. His hand idly brushed through your hair as you watched the fight happening on the screen, though you noticed he wasn’t quite as engaged as usual.

You shifted slightly, glancing up at him. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, unfocused, almost as if his mind had wandered far away from the bright colors on the TV. You could feel the subtle tension in his muscles, the quiet distance that had come over him.

"Hey," you murmured, your voice soft but steady. "Mrs. Linn asked to come see her sometime, yesterday. We talked a bit when I was about to get into my car to go back home. I forgot to tell you. She seemed such a sweet lady." You smiled, hoping to bring his attention back to the moment, but his gaze didn’t move from the ceiling.

Noah’s lips tugged up slightly, but it was more of a reflex than a genuine response. "Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen her," he said absently. “Maybe we could all go sometime, say hi." His tone didn’t carry the usual warmth, though. His mind was still clearly elsewhere.

You frowned, now fully aware of the shift in his mood. You grabbed the remote and paused the anime, the room suddenly feeling quieter, even more intimate with the absence of noise.

"Is it about Jason?" you asked softly, almost afraid of what his reaction might be.

Noah didn’t look at you, but his head gave the smallest nod, confirming what you already suspected. His jaw tightened, and you could tell his thoughts were running in circles, probably replaying some old memories.

You let out a quiet sigh, lifting your hand to gently trace his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin. "You don’t have to worry, Noah," you said. "I love you. I love Luna. I love the life we’re building together. He’s a ghost from the past, and that’s all he’s ever going to be now." You pressed a soft kiss to his naked chest, hoping the words would reach him, would soothe all his worries.

For a long moment, Noah didn’t respond, but then he shifted, turning to face you. His eyes were soft but looked tired."I know," he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "It’s just... when I saw him earlier, I don’t know... it just stirred up a lot of shit that is still there. You are important to me. I don't wanna lose you."

You smiled gently, sliding your hand to his face and cupping it tenderly, your fingers brushing his stubbled cheek. "You’re allowed to feel however you feel. And if you wanna talk about anything, I'm here." you whispered. "But don't think I'm gonna leave you. I’m right here. I'll be here until the day you'll tell me to go away." You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

And as if in response, his lips curved into a smile, a soft, real smile. You moved away slightly, your gaze meeting his.

"There it is," you teased, pressing more kisses to his face, his cheeks, his nose. His eyes closed, and he chuckled, the sound warm and genuine.

"Finally," you grinned. "I didn’t hear you laugh since this morning. I was starting to worry."

Noah’s laughter filled the quiet space between you two, and you thought, in that moment, that everything would be okay.

Even if Jason was back in town, he was still part of your past and that's where he was supposed to stay.

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[sorrowsofsilence]

Faster • Karlsson

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut (18+, fingering, female!receiving), choking, derogatory term used (slut).

Prompt: you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

PART TWO HERE

Author note: I swear these got even dirtier as they went on… AWOOGA lol. But here is the last one under this prompt!! I hope you enjoyed this “mini-series” as much as I did.

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

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Well, you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

You swallowed harshly as you watched Jolly’s fingers grazing across the guitar strings, your mind travelling to various unholy thoughts.

The two of you were sat in the studio, producing some solo work Jolly wanted to try doing on the side. It surprised you when Jolly asked you to join him since the two of you only become friends a few months prior due to Noah, whom you had met at a Bad Omen’s after-party and talked about producing music yourself.

You and Noah had hit it off immediately, sharing interests in curating different styles of sounds and imploring each other’s creativity. You two were so invested in the conversation you hadn’t noticed the man looming behind him who was watching you with curious eyes, until Noah turned, almost bumping into him.

“Oh! Jolly!” Noah had said, his smile wide, “This is Y/N, she’s also a producer!”

You held out your hand instinctively, not even seeing the man properly until Noah stepped away, revealing the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

You were ready to melt at his mysterious smile alone as he shook your hand, tattooed fingers slipping around yours enigmatically. It was your breaking point when he spoke, the deep Swede accent that left his lips had you completely captivated, ready to surrender everything to the stranger.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Joakim, but everyone calls me Jolly.” His chestnut hair was half up in a bun and half down, the scruff of facial hair carved through his features just right. Your eyes had trailed to his piercings, the cross dangling from his lobe invigorating, and the piercing of his nose sending your stomach into spirals. Any man with a pierced nose knows how to fuck.

You were hooked the moment you met him, but you remained ignorant of his feelings being reciprocated. You told yourself he could be with anyone, and that he couldn’t have any interest in you- but Jolly was fixated that very same day.

Jolly had gone home from the party with his mind dominated by your image. He was consumed by thoughts of what could be; the smile you gave him when you two parted after talking to each other for hours during the event leaving him swooning.

For months the two of you stole glances at one another, both of you smiling in greeting when you got together with the band to work on their new album. Behind each grin was a plea for one another to make a first move; the fantasy of completely devouring each other.

Jolly wanted you more than anyone he’s ever crossed paths with. He loved the way your s/c skin radiated through the sun, your perfect h/c hair accompanying your e/c eyes. He wanted all of you. Needed all of you.

The more time you spent with the boys, the more the tension would build. You would let your fingers graze across his skin when you passed each other equipment, and would purposefully wear certain clothes you knew drove him wild. You’d walk past with a sauter in your step, bending over in front of him to pick up cables or reverb pedals after a recording session.

Jolly would watch with hungry eyes as he licked his lips, readjusting himself through the pocket of his pants as his mind undressed you. He imagined bending you over the studio couch, holding back your arms as leverage to fuck you deeper and faster; touching himself over a dozen times to the thought of how good you’d feel, wrapped around himself- desperate to send you onto your knees, praying his name.

You sat across from him in the studio, sitting cross-legged on top of the leather rolly chair placed by the computer screen. You listened to Jolly’s strumming through the headphones plugged into the amp, bobbing your head to the music. Flickering your eyes to Jolly, his own were closed as he bit the inside of his cheek, focusing on the riff.

Your eyes wandered back and continued to watch as his hands danced through the harmony he created, his fingers picking through the strings with ease; your stomach spiralling with thoughts of what his fingers could do to your own body. You wanted to think about anything else, but your heart began to race, face flushing.

Jolly watched you admire his hands working along the neck of the guitar, and you didn’t know that he caught on to the effect his playing had over you. He strummed a few more cords before sighing, taking off his headphones and placing the guitar on the stand next to him.

“I don’t know if I liked the sound of that,” Jolly said, standing up. Your heart hammered as he got closer to you, staring up through your lashes towards the man towering over you as you sat below him.

“Can you play it back for me?” He asked, and you nodded quickly, swallowing away your lustful desires as he spun your chair around. You clicked your way through the computer, looking for the riff. You unplugged your headphones so you two could hear it aloud, and Jolly frowned once he listened to it back.

“No no,” he hummed, before leaning down over the back of the chair, face inches away as he placed his hand over yours on top of the mouse, “Here.”

You let out a shaky breath at the proximity, as he guided your hand to click the part he wanted to listen to.

“What?” Jolly whispered, turning to look at you now. You felt his warm breath cascade over your ear, “Are you nervous?”

Your face warmed as you turned to look at him, “no, why would I be nervous?”

He smiled, his lip finding its way between his teeth as he looked towards the computer, exiting the program.

“I’m tired of playing this game,” He said, standing back up and turning the chair around so you were facing his body, head barely above his waste line.

“Wh-what game?” You laughed nervously, but your stomach erupted into spirals of excitement.

Jolly’s hand gripped underneath your chin as he forced your gaze towards his own, holding you in place, “You want me-”

You almost choked on your saliva at his bold words, even if true.

“-And I want you.” He finished, eyes searching your face for any doubt. His grip tightened on your jaw for a moment as your chest rose heavily before he leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of the armrests of the chair. He hovered over you, waiting for an answer.

“Am I wrong?” His head cocked to the side, and your lips parted briefly, before shaking your head.

“No,” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding his eyes. Jolly’s heart raced when you agreed with his words, the realization that you felt the same way causing his breath to hitch.

“So kiss me,” He demanded, leaning closer towards you, noses almost touching. You looked at him now, eyes wide as your chest hammered with nerves.

“I said, kiss me,” He stated again, and you analyzed his expression, reading his stern yet titillating gaze.

You didn’t even nod before closing the gap between the two of you, Jolly sighing in complete relief as your lips met. Jolly kissed you firmly, immediately licking at your lip to open the kiss, devouring each other.

You almost began moaning into his lips as you vibrated with excitement, your ears warming through the heat of the moment.

Jolly himself had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there on the chair, ready to mercilessly pound into you with no constraint. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pulling you to stand up beneath him, gripping your body as though he owned you.

You barely held yourself up against Jolly’s grasp, letting your own hands roam beneath his t-shirt and trail along the covered skin. His free hand ran down your back, memorizing your hips through a repetitive pattern as he reached beneath the short black skirt you wore.

Jolly’s hunger for you was lascivious, the grip on your neck proving so; but it wasn’t until he dipped beneath your collarbone, placing his tongue at your nape before licking his way up to underneath your jaw. His mouth moved against yours ruthlessly, afraid to miss any inch of your being, sucking along the spot behind your ear. A breathy laugh escaped your lips in disbelief at his yearning caress against your skin.

Your hands trailed to the waistband of Jolly’s jeans, tugging at the fabric, dipping your fingers dangerously close, before running them along the hem of his underwear, teasing him. Jolly was already hardening as your lips melted against his own, but he was no longer able to stop himself as he pulled you by the neck towards the studio sofa; famished and lewd.

The pent-up tension of the last few months eased as the two of you watched each other while he pushed you into the leather, replacing the anxiety with heated desperation.

“You have no idea how many times I have touched myself to thoughts of you,” Jolly shared a suave smile, and you grinned back, satisfied at his words.

“I’ve wanted you since the day we met,” You said as Jolly sat beside you, hands roaming over your body again. You slouched your body into the cushions, resting your heels on the edge. Jolly kissed you again, his hands wandering between your legs as he rubbed them up along your skin, clawing and squeezing before spreading your thighs apart. He lifted the fabric of your skirt, exposing your underwear. You thanked fucking god that you chose a slutty pair of lace ones this morning.

Jolly’s lips trailed down your neck as his fingers began to dance along your covered core, and you winced once they grazed over your desperation. You stared at him, pleading with him to do something, anything.

Jolly pulled your underwear to the side and he spread your arousal along your folds with the pads of his inked fingers. Your breath picked up pace as you watched how they grazed over you delicately. Jolly eventually began circling over where you craved him most, and you moaned into his lips with furrowed brows. You tried not to buck your hips for more friction.

“Please, fuck me with your fingers,” you pulled away from him, begging.

Jolly chuckled, “So that’s why you always watch the way I play guitar.”

He watched you intensely with parted lips as he teased you a moment more, before sinking his fingers through you. Jolly ravished in the moment you looked back at him through hooded eyes, succumbing to his touch.

“Fuck,” you cursed, refusing to break eye contact with Jolly as his fingers pumped in and out, curling upwards as he beckoned for you to moan.

“Say my name,” Jolly said, pushing into you with force, the speed of his fingers flicking against your spot leaving you blinded with incitement, “Who’s fucking you with their fingers? You’re going to come on them like the good little slut you are.”

“You,” You cried, holding your thighs into your chest as you exposed yourself fully, surrendering, “Jolly.”

The shit-eating grin plastered on his face said it all, pleased at your submission. Jolly’s other hand reached to stimulate the top of you for a moment, pushing your body over the edge.

You screamed as he remained fixated on your pleasure, pumping his fingers with immense speed through your orgasm until you pushed him away, catching your breath.

Jolly smiled proudly through hooded eyes, sliding his fingers along you one last time before bringing his fingers up to your lips.

“Suck,” He demanded, and you obliged, opening your mouth as he pushed his fingers towards the back of your throat. You moaned, tasting yourself against his fingers, sucking along his digits.

A guttural groan emanated from Jolly as he envisioned your lips wrapped around him, taking all he offered, saliva dripping from your tongue. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you aimlessly into his mattress, leaving you a withering mess.

“Let’s go back to my place,” Jolly said, kissing you desperately again before standing up, adjusting himself in his pants and grabbing his keys.

You stared at him, wanting to please him, “But- it’s your turn?”

Jolly gave you a low laugh, throwing his jacket over his shoulders as he pulled you up off the couch, smacking your ass to push you forward.

“Where else do you think I’m going to fuck into you senselessly?”

Part Two ;)

[dsireland86]

Hi, I was just wondering if i could request a Song inspired fic with Jolly x fem reader? And i was thinking the song Faithfully by Journey?

I absolutely love Journey and this song! Thank you for this!!!

Faithfully

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"Highway run into the midnight sun Wheels go 'round and 'round, you're on my mind Restless hearts sleep alone tonight Sendin' all my love along the wire"

He missed her. More than he would say. Jolly laid in his bunk, hearing the hum of the bus's engine and feeling its vibration. He was lonely for her, even though he and the band had much to do for the next few weeks.   

Tossing and turning, his heart was restless. He couldn't sleep, not without her body curled up into him. Grabbing his phone, he opened his picture folder and searched through the countless ones he had of her smiling as he did so. Then he stopped. That was it. That was the one he was looking for. It was a simple picture, one of her in her pj's sitting on the couch with her feet curled up into her like always. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun with loose strands falling out. She was looking at him with a small smile on her face because she hated having her picture taken, even though Jolly took many of her. She looked beautiful. She was beautiful. Inside and out. And she was his. Totally, one hundred percent his. He missed her terribly

"Good morning, beautiful," Jolly answered, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Have a rough night?"

Jolly nodded, still half asleep.

"Awe. Why? What's wrong?" 

"I don't have you here. That's what's wrong. I miss you more than I thought I would"

"Awe Jolly, baby," she sighed. "I know how you feel. I slept like shit last night, too. I miss you so badly that I had to sleep in one of your shirts. I think I'm going to have to until you come home.

"Which shirt," Jolly grinned.

Y/N stood up, revealing Jolly's Swedish flag shirt.

"Hmm, my favorite one," he smiled.

"Exactly," she smiled back, returning to her seat.

"I Iove you."

"I love you too."

"I'm forever yours."

"Faithfully. I've got to go. Gotta get ready for this really important meeting I have in three hours," she said, kissing her fingers and laying them on the screen of her phone.

"Okay, babe. Good luck."

"Thanks. You too. I know you'll crush it tonight. You and the boys always do, and yes I mean Matt, too."

Jolly laughed, loving how she remembered not to single Matt out after the comment he made over Christmas last year.

"Say hey to everyone for me."

"Will do. Bye."

Jolly ended the call and threw the blankets off, getting up to start the day.

"They say that the road ain't no place to start a family Right down the line it's been you and me And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be Oh, girl you stand by me, I'm forever yours, faithfully"

Seven shows in, three more left. Jolly and the boys were whooped. Before the show, he video called y/n, but immediately she knew something was wrong. She said his face didn't hold that normal glow. She was worried about him and asked if she needed to take time off from work and fly out to the next show.

"No, babe, I'm good. Really. I'm just tired. You have enough on your plate. You don't need to worry about me. Only two more shows after tonight, then I'll be home and between your legs, deep inside you, showing you just how much I missed you."

"Oh, baby, you're making my panties wet just thinking about it," Y/N laughed lightly.

"Shut up and stop being such a tease."

"Okay, well, you keep telling yourself that you're okay, Karlsson, but I know you better than you know yourself."

Jolly chuckled.

"I know this isn't easy."

"What?"

"Being with me, loving me while I'm always on the road. I know it's not what you signed up for."

Y/N sighed.

"Jolly, baby, listen, I know I didn't sign up for this. People change, and situations and plans change. But my love for you, that has never changed. You're my person. You'll always be my person, and I'm forever yours,"

"Faithfully," Jolly continued. "I love you, too."

"Good. Now, go out there, kick tonight in the ass so you can finish this tour and come home to me."

"Yes, ma'am." 

"And bein' apart ain't easy on this love affair Two strangers learn to fall in love again. I get the joy of rediscovering you. Oh girl, you stand by me, I'm forever yours, faithfully". 

It's the last night of the tour, then he goes home tomorrow. Jolly was hyped, full of excitement, to be going home to his woman. The guys noticed this and were happy to finally have him back with them, mentally.

The show started and Jolly played just like every night before, but with a little more spirit, except this time when he looked over at the side of the stage, Y/N was standing there, watching him with the biggest smile on her face.

His heart skipped a beat, and the happiness that overtook him was overwhelming. He smiled back at her, absolutely stunned that she really did give up her time to come out and be with him.

"What are you doing here!"

Y/N didn't even bother to answer Jolly, just gathered him up in her arms and kissed him all over his face. Jolly was sweaty, and his hair was damp and sticking somewhat to his face, but she didn't care. He was back in her arms and that was all that mattered.

"You needed me, so I came. I just couldn't get the time off until today."

Jolly was shocked and the look on his face said it.

"I'm going to assume the look on your face right now is a happy shock and not an unhappy shock," she laughed, cupping Jolly's face and kissing him.

His hands found Y/N's lower back as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, smiling as she did. Jolly leaned in, bending her back a little, and kissed her back, smiling too. Her arms snaked around his neck as Jolly's lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, laughing as he spun her around.

"You bet your ass it's a happy shock. I love you," he muttered softly, planting a soft kiss on the end of her nose.

"I love you too, " she whispered.

"And I'm forever yours,"

"Faithfully." 

[arkiliastuff]

Blue Lagoon Pool

One shot | Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Fem! Reader

Warnings/ Tags : Fluff, Friends to Lovers type of thing, Smut, Wet Jolly and wet Reader (lmao not just because of the pool), female masturbation receiving, p in v (birth control but still wrap it up) - MDNI please

A/N : After months being stuck on this one shot I have finally finished it !! This is a little something to wait for the others fics updates that are coming. I like how the smut went 👌 even if it's still something I struggle with, but improving on it. Yeah recently, I'm giving to the Jolly girlies more content about the Swedish guitarist 👀 Hope you'll enjoy ! :D

~ The little bean taglist : @valiantroeagleangel @talialovesmiw

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It was a hot summer afternoon. The heat had been unbearable during the whole day and you were melting in your apartment, hardly surviving thanks to your fan and by drinking some water. You haven't planned anything. You had no more brain cells. You were so tired you wouldn’t be surprised to turn into a vegetable. Yet, when your phone started to buzz several times, you felt a bit more alive. You saw a lot of messages coming from the group chat “Bud Omens” where your friends were chatting often. It seemed they were planning a pool party tonight, at Matt, Noah and Jolly’s place. As they were asking who will be available tonight, you quickly responded, taking this opportunity to go out and socialize with your closest friends,escaping this heatwave.

You : Count me in, boys ! Jolly : That’s my girl. See you there, tonight ;)

You blushed at Jolly’s response, not expecting him to reply first and to be so frank and flirty  in front of everyone in the group chat. Even though the others weren’t paying too much attention to it, moving on swiftly to who was coming with who, who was bringing snacks and drinks etc… However you knew way too well that the crush you had on Jolly wasn’t a secret to anyone. And his flirty teasing was just proving to you how the feelings were mutual. All the signals were telling you to take this opportunity and  confess your feelings to him, but you were scared that might change your friendship. Well would it ? You were purposely taking your time with him, enjoying his company and teasing each other most of the time when you hang out. So, there was nothing you should be afraid to break off at this point. It wouldn’t change much. Maybe it could bring the two of you closer ? You’ll just have to figure it out tonight.

And again, if there was a pool party, this time it could mean only one thing : getting to wear your sexiest bikini. You smirked at yourself, having ideas on your outfit. Yeah, this time you were going to make him lose his mind for sure.

The evening came pretty fast, the heat cooling down so you could finally breathe normally again and not suffocate. You were finishing to get ready, just taking a bag with a towel and new clothes to change. You barely finished applying your waterproofed makeup, just in case, just to feel more confident and hot, before you heard your doorbell ringing. You opened the door and found Nicholas, waiting on your door frame. His car was parked temporarily on the sidewalk, with Folio inside. Earlier in the afternoon, you talked with Nick when he asked on the groupchat who needed a ride as he was picking up the drummer along the way anyway. You replied quickly, feeling reassured to have a driver like him for the night. You greeted the bassist with a smile, and he smiled back.

“Hey, Y/N” He waved at you, “Wow, look at you ! Looking so good. Someone’s gonna steal some hearts tonight” He teased.

You chuckled, satisfied already by your outfit, hairstyle and makeup.

“Thank you, Nick” You giggled, “But I’m only interested in one person’s heart tonight.”

He laughed quietly, again.

“Yeah, I wonder who it could be ? Maybe our Swedish guitarist ?”

“You know too much already” You replied with an amused tone, pushing him carefully with your elbow.

Then you both walked to his car where Folio was still waiting. When he looked up in your direction, you waved at him. He gave you a little thumbs up as he saw how pretty you looked with your hair braided and your nice red summer dress.You thanked him as well, wondering how Jolly would react. The ride didn’t last too long as you three had a little chat in the car. Your little group arrived at the place, music already coming out from the house. Nick parked in the court, in front of the garage before getting out. Bryan and Jesse were the first ones to greet you all.

“Hey Y/N  ! It’s so good to see you again, kiddo ! It’s been a while !” Jesse said to you, playfully, after giving you a small hug.

“It’s been ages, indeed, old man. How have you been ? I hope you weren’t too tired during the tours.” You teased back.

Those nicknames were the roots of your friendship with the lead-guitarist of Erra. There were no bad intentions behind it. Jesse grinned, appreciating your sense of humor as always. You chatted a bit more with him before greeting Bryan.

“Come on, guys ! Get in the pool already before Noah and Jolly start peeing in it !” Matt yelled sarcastically at you five while you were patting Bryan’s back in a hug.

You dropped your stuff inside the house, getting off your dress in the bathroom.With your towel in one hand, you headed to the pool, at the back of the house. You saw the rest of the boys in the water, having fun together. You waved with your free hand at them. After putting your towel on an available deckchair, you searched for Jolly. You noticed him, sitting on the side of the pool, laughing at a joke Folio made. You felt your heart melt at the sight. The way his lips were curled up in a smile, his beard followed the curve and the way his long wet dark hair were cascading on his shoulders. Absolutely stunning.

He must have felt you were staring intensely at him because his look rose up to your direction. You saw how his expression slightly changed as he realized you were wearing your burgundy bikini. You gave him a small smile, while tucking a strand behind your ear, before sitting next to him.

“Hey.” You spoke softly.

“Hi, yourself.” Jolly replied, still a grin on his face.

He moved close to you, bouncing affectionately his shoulder against yours.

“Who gave you the right to be this beautiful, tonight ?” He whispered to your ear.

You smirked at him, teasing him by getting your face dangerously close to his.

“Well, you should ask my parents. They’re the ones who gave birth to me.” You jested.

Jolly chuckled softly to your joke, his gaze leaving briefly your face, as his cheeks were getting flushed. You took this opportunity to play with him by pushing him into the pool. You caught him off guard, as he slipped into the water directly. You were expecting some resistance from him, not to slip so easily like that. It seems he was really on the edge of the pool. You let out a surprised laugh, as the other boys stared at you, puffing in shock.

Yet, when Jolly came to the surface, you immediately stop laughing and breathing. His hair, soaking wet, was falling on his chest with a few strands hiding his tattoos. He looked like a northern god, coming out of the water. You were completely captivated by the sight, your gaze attracted to his inked upper body. You bite your lower lip to restrain a gasp that was about to slip out.

While you were lost in your obvious contemplation, you didn’t notice how close Jolly was getting to you

“So, enjoying the view ?” He said with a proud grin mixed with a mischievous look.

“J-just looking at the tattoos, you know.” You terribly lied, looking away to hide your reddening face.

That didn’t convince him at all. In fact it did the opposite. He kept grinning at you, sliding his hands to your thighs, going surely to your hips. His sudden touch made you startle, not ready for what was coming. He finally managed to grab you by the waist, making you squeak in surprise as he put you in the water with him. You froze in place realizing how cold the water was compared to the temperature outside.

“So, how does it feel, now ?” He smirked.

You glanced at him, peaking his teasing in his tone. Shortly after, you were used to the cold water now, you felt your playful mood coming back. You weren’t done.

“Well, obviously wet.” You replied, getting close to him.

You belted him with your arms around his waist and tried to lift him and throw him in the water. But he was way heavier and taller than you, so your attempt was a bit pathetic. You barely lift him up. You whined in desperation while him, on the other hand, kept grinning at you.

“What’s wrong ? Struggling to lift me up ?” He teased.

“Ugh !” You grunted, still not succeeding “Guys ?! I need back up !” You yelled at the boys who were the nearest to you.

Of course, Bryan and Jesse came to the rescue, followed by Folio and Noah, while the others were peacefully watching the show. The four of them managed to get Jolly under the water. You laughed with them all, also making sure they were not drowning him completely. He appeared a few meters far from the sudden group, making bubbles as he was getting a bit irritated.

“Ganging y’all up against me ? That isn’t quite fair” He pouted.

“Sorry, Jolly” You apologized, feeling guilty, as you swam close to him “Didn’t think four of them will show up like this”

The Swedish pulled you close to him, his grin back again, making you flushed.

“I admit your attempt to drown me was cute. But I will forgive you and those assholes if we beat them in a chicken fight.”

As he spoke those words, Folio looked at Jolly, sparkles in his dark eyes, getting more excited.

“Oh ??! Are we doing it for real ?!”

“Chicken fight !!!!” Bryan yelled proudly, followed by Noah.

“Alright, I’m so hyped. Let’s decide the teams !” Jesse started getting serious, “Bryan and Folio together, Noah with me. And finally, the two love birds in the corner, Jolly and Y/N, you’re teaming up. Is that fine with everyone ?”

“Gosh, this isn’t fair at all ! Noah and you are getting a huge advantage by your height, old man” You pointed to Jesse, pretending to not be affected by his remark about you and Jolly.

Jesse just shrugged at you, giving you a mischievous smile.

“You’ll thank me later, kiddo.” He teased before deciding with Noah who was going on whose shoulders.

Flustered, you mumbled into the water, making bubbles before Jolly swam next to you.

“So stuck with me again ?” He spoke warmly.

“I guess so. But I don’t mind” You replied “Did you plan all of this, though ?”

“Not at all” He shrugged “ I just offered to play the game. To have some fun, y’know ?”

“Right… “ You rolled your eyes, not really convinced. “Come on, we have to win this so I can repay the debt I owe you.” You mentioned.

Jolly smiled and nodded at you as an approval. After you quickly talked about your strategy, he kneeled a little in the water so you could climb easily on his back, before getting on his shoulders. Once you were settled, he straightened up. You hold his head, making sure you wouldn’t fall. Jolly held your tights firmly to stabilize you more. His grip was getting a bit harder on them which made your legs twitch. He probably felt it but he pretended to not notice anything.

And so, the chicken fight began. You saw team Folio-Bryan attacking Noah-Jesse. Both you and Jolly went to them and you took  this opportunity to push with all of your strength Noah. The latter one, being pushed by Folio and you, eventually fell from Jesse’s shoulders. First opponent down. Then, you struggled by pushing Folio on your own. You tried tickling him, everything you could to win. Yet, it didn’t really work. Besides, he was way stronger than you so your chances to win against him were very thin. Few seconds against him and he considerably pushed you off Jolly’s shoulders, making you dive into the water.

“Yeah ! We won, Bryan !” Folio said proudly “That was a tough fight, Y/N ! “

“ ‘Did my best there.” You said, as you resurfaced, trying to keep it cool.

While Jesse and Noah were coming back for a second round, having their revenge on Bryan and Folio, Jolly went to your side, going for a handshake.

“Well done, Y/N ! At least you managed to push Noah off. And I think I got my revenge from earlier when Folio pushed you in the water. No hard feelings.” He grinned.

“That didn’t sound like a compliment at the end, but thanks, I guess.” You jested back, handshaking him as well.

“Do you want to go inside and drink something ? He offered “ I think I’m done playing with them for now.”

“Yeah, same. I cannot say no to a break.”

You two got off the pool and went inside the house, drying yourself with your towel you picked along the way. Jolly was already at the bar counter picking up a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

“I assumed you wanted wine but you can tell if you want something else. We have plenty of drinks here.”

“Don’t bother. Red wine is fine for me.” You replied, joining him.

“Wise decision. Besides, the color matches your swimsuit. Cheers.”

You cheered back at him, both of your glasses clinking on one and another.

“So, you’ve noticed.” You smirked while taking a sip of wine.

“How I couldn’t ?”

“Maybe if you were blind, you couldn’t see it.” You joked, looking straight into his dark brown eyes.

You leaned on the counter, resting your elbows on it and drinking your wine. His glance never leaving yours, briefly looking down to notice a beauty spot on your cleavage, before looking up. He was completely drawn to you. Seems like your strategy was working better than expected.

“Mister Karlsson, what were you looking at, just now ?”

He took a second sip of his glass, still looking at your face.

“Only your beautiful eyes. I was getting lost in them.” He replied

“Hmm, right. Nice catch up here” You hummed “And did they take you somewhere nice ?”

He leaned on you, so close to your face, his body towering over yours, as he gently rested his arm on your shoulders.

“A very nice place, with just you and me. Maybe just upstairs”

“So you finally decided to show me a good time ?” You went closer to him, stroking his torso with your fingertips.

“Well, you wanna find out ?”

You giggled nervously at his flirty words. Then, you softly brushed your fingers against his cheeks, before gently caressing his beard.

“Oh, Joakim, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say this.” You breathe, slowly closing the distance between your faces.

He smiled when you spoke his name, placing his huge hands around your face, cupping it.

You felt his lips against yours, planting the sweetest kiss you ever had. You sensed every part of your body relaxing, especially the knot you had in your stomach for months delaying your feelings for Jolly. Butterflies were flying, flowers were finally blooming in your mind as this gesture was the answer you both have been waiting for.

While you were in your bubble with him, kissing each other so tenderly, you barely felt Jolly’s hands sliding slowly from your face, neck, waist… Until he stopped to your hips. His warm hands were resting on your exposed skin, his grasp grabbing more firmly the flesh of your thighs after each stroke he gave you. 

Feeling his touch, you couldn’t help but whimper against his lips. He grinned, already satisfied with your reaction before trailing kisses in the crook of your neck.

You gasped for some air, tilting your head on your left to leave him more access. It didn’t take him too long to find your sensitive spot, below your ear. You felt chills, tickling you. Your knees were already weak under his kisses and touch.

“Jolly..” You retained a moan, holding his forearms to stand still “I don’t think I’ll last long standing up like this…”

“You’re right. Sorry, darling. I got a bit carried away.” He murmured, kissing your forehead so kindly “We don’t want to give them a show now, don’t we ?”

You blushed in embarrassment as you could imagine the others probably staring at you two, from outside. But Jolly didn’t pay any attention to them, too much focus on you and your flushed face. He kissed you again on your lips, reassuring you, before he pulled away.

“Only I can hear you moan like you’re dying to do” He whispered, a sassy tone in his voice.

He didn’t let you reply to that remark as he grabbed your hand in his. You just followed him, climbing the stairs as well while biting your lower lip in nervousness.

Once both of you reached his bedroom door, he suddenly pinned you against it. He took your lips in his, kissing you more ravenously. You didn’t hesitate either, grabbing his neck, brushing his hair with your fingers. His mouth went to the crook of your neck again, peppering it with feverish kisses that made you sigh.

You felt his hands slide along your curves, before halting to your butt. Lifting you up wasn’t something too difficult for Jolly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while your legs wrapped around his waist. He kicked his door to open it, entering with you still his embrace, before repeating the same gesture to close the door behind him.

“You’re driving me insane” He whispered between kisses.

“Jolly, I want you so badly.”

He made you lay down on his bed, his lips never leaving yours too long. His kisses were wet but hot at the same time. His long damped dark hair which was tickling your body, made you groan. He caressed your neck, also admiring the curvature of your breast. He leaned to kiss the whole length.

“So beautiful and just for me.”

He kissed so tenderly the mole that caught his eyes earlier

“Right there. Gorgeous, even.”

He barely did anything and yet his low voice filled desire, his warmed touch were driving you crazy. You were at his mercy. And you liked it that way.

“Jolly.. Don’t stop there.” You begged.

He obliged, smiling against your skin which made you shiver as you felt his beard brushing it. He went down as you implored him, leaving trails of his kisses. When he ghosted the spot where you needed him the most, kissing your thighs, you let out a whine. You didn’t know what else to do.

“Jolly–!”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I will take care of you here soon. I just love being between your thighs” He confessed.

He finally took off your bikini panties before drawing circles around your fold. You just had the time to see his tattooed fingers going to play your clit and when you felt them, you arched your back from the mattress. But this is when you felt his tongue lapping on your clit you started to see stars. The sensation he gave you sent an electric wave in your whole body, making your thighs clenched around his head but not too much. Even though you had the feeling he wouldn’t mind being choked to death like this.

It didn’t take you too long to reach your first orgasm, as you came against his face. But that wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You switched the position, laying him down on the bed, getting rid of every piece of clothes you had left on you and him.

“Your turn.“ You cooed, slowly sitting on him.

“Is it okay like this ?”

“Don’t worry I’m on birth control.” You shushed him with a finger on his lips “Tonight, I wanna feel you, Joakim.”

“Whatever you want, darling.”

You rode him, his length inside of you. Your hips were moving on their own, as you drew circles on his pelvis, which made him more groan. The fire between you and him was sending your skins ablaze. You felt your mind go numb as you kept a slow pace at first then started to accelerate. You bend down to kiss him, licking his lips along the way, to feel his taste. Your hands were traveling on his torso to give you more support.

“Deeper, sweetheart.” Jolly whispered, breathless.

He must have felt you were detaching from the connection of your bodies because he grabbed your ass with his large inked hands to make you stay still on him. You indeed felt him deeper, the pace had been hastened now. You lost track of time as your only thought was him, underneath you. You reached your orgasm with Jolly, him spilling inside. 

You felt every inch of him in your bones. You both stayed in each other's arms, panting heavily, as you were coming back to your senses.

“You weren’t kidding about showing me a good time” You articulated, laughing.

“With you, I’m always serious” He chuckled back, kissing your temple “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

[jennay]

Honey Bee

Parts: One/two/three

Master List

Tags: @blackveilomens @xxrainstorm @somewhere-diamond @cookiesupplier @blacksoul-27

Waking up had been a struggle for the past week, and when you did manage to wake up, you'd stare at the ceiling and feel like screaming. You didn't want to alarm your neighbors, so you'd grab your spare pillow and yell into it. Your brain was tormenting you, and there was nothing you could do to silence it. The only way out was to get up and do something, even if it was just moving from your bed to your couch. You didn't care if you became zombie-like as long as you could escape from your emotions.

You knew it was going to hurt for a while, and you knew it would be hard to bounce back from the miscommunication with Jolly, but deep down, you knew this depression was stemming from something else, and Jolly's actions happened to trigger it.

You wondered why this exact scenario happened to you so often; you were just the friend, and no one would see you more than that, and if they did, it ended in the same way. They would get close enough to make you feel something, but ultimately, they would leave you, telling you you were too complex and it was challenging to love someone like you.

You didn't match their expectations, and they abandoned you. This wasn't new for you, but you were convinced it was different this time. You thought if Noah noticed it, it must've been real because Noah never said things like that.

You let out a heavy breath as you kick the blankets off your body and lazily sit up. You felt lightheaded and gave yourself a few seconds to adjust to uprightness. Your bones popped, muscles loosened as you stretched your arms out, a yawn released, and suddenly, you feel a little more alive.

It was time to face the sun, even if it was only on your balcony. You needed some fresh air, some light, some hope.

You slid your feet into your slippers and wrapped your robe around your body. You walk down the hall, hearing some crunching under your feet, and remember you haven't picked up the glass from the picture you knocked off the wall. You roll your eyes, remembering the moment. Looking back, it felt dramatic, but at the time, you needed it. You'll get to it, maybe not now, but you will.

As you stepped into the kitchen, you sighed at the sight of the dirty dishes and crumbs on the counter, but you decided to ignore it; your only goal was to start the coffee pot, and when you did, a wave of relief washed over you.

Coffee could solve a lot of your problems right now. Or at least make them easier to handle. You grabbed your cup and slid open the glass door when it was ready.

You sit on the camping chair and place your coffee on the small table, letting it cool down before you take a sip.

The rays of the sun hit your face, warming you up instantly. You felt your shoulders relax as you closed your eyes and breathed the fresh air.

A tranquility flowed over your body and mind; something murmured that this was the beginning of your healing journey, and you'd be fine.

Slowly, you blink your eyes open and let them adjust to the brightness. You know it's late evening where Jolly is, but you wonder if maybe he's sitting on his porch doing the same thing; instead of coffee, he'd have some lousy beer or a glass of mediocre wine in his hand. You wondered if he was thinking of you as often as you thought about him.

"Holy shit, she lives!" You hear Noah's voice from below you; you glance through the barred rail to see him waving his arm over his head, trying to get your attention. You shake your head, feeling annoyed. You stand up, setting your coffee on the table with a loud clink. Leaning over the rail, you look down at Noah, who is smiling expectantly. "Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" You roughly speak, but when you see his expression slowly fade to disappointment, you smirk at him and say. "I love you, Noah, but I took your keys for a reason. It's called space." You say, spreading your hands like an imaginary rainbow is shooting out of them.

You see him shrug his shoulders, and his hand is sheepishly on the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, your phones off, and I have your fucking cat still, Y/n. He peed on my sweater." He groans, throwing his head back and dropping his hands to his sides.

You stifle your laughter, "You probably deserved it!"

He rolls his eyes, his mouth dropping open like you've said the most offensive thing to him. "I think he just wants his mom because I took good fucking care of him! He was the king of my room for like a whole week!"

You yawn once more, rubbing the tired out of your eyes; you say, "I'll come get him tonight!"

Noah groans again. "I don't trust you. You gave me trust issues." He says, "Can I come up? I don't want to keep yelling."

You glance at him, weighing your options. You don't want him to see your messy apartment or yourself. "I promise I'll come over tonight. Go home." You say, waving your hand dismissively.

Noah scans the building with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You shake your head, knowing what he's planning, "Don't you dare try to climb the building, Noah."

"I'm not." He says as he walks closer to the wall. He sees a trash can by the edge and kicks it lightly, checking its stability. He looks up at the balcony and grins, thinking he can use it as a boost. "We're going to talk one way or another."

You see his tattooed fingers reach up to the cement of your balcony. "No, we're not! Boundaries, Noah!" You quickly turn around and grab your coffee, retreating inside and locking the door behind you. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, and it wouldn't be the last. Why did he have to be so stubborn?

You find your Bluetooth speaker and turn it on quickly, blaring music loudly. You want to drown out Noah's voice and any other thoughts in your head. You fill the sink with hot, soapy water and begin putting dishes in it. You scrub them vigorously, trying to ignore the clinking noise on the porch. You see Noah tapping on the glass door to get your attention. He looks frustrated and amused at the same time. You pretend you don't see him and continue washing the dishes.

One day, he would learn. "Go away, Noah." You say as you pass by to grab the plates from your table. He leans his forehead against the glass, staring at you with hopeful eyes as you walk past him again. You hear muffled words and stop at the glass door; he looks miserable. His dark brown eyes are large and bright, appealing for your mercy. His short dark hair is unkempt and disheveled as if he ruffled it in annoyance. He pulls at the neck of his hoodie, "It's getting hot out here."

You point to your ear, looking directly at him. "Sorry. I can't hear you." You laugh as you walk back to the kitchen and finish up the dishes; you wipe down the counters and sweep the floor. You thought Noah would've gotten bored by now, but when you look back at him, his mouth opened on the glass, blowing air into his cheeks. You shake your head and smile. "You know, you're wasting your breath. Literally. And also, you look like a pufferfish." You cross your arms over your chest, leaning your weight on your right leg, "You always get your way 'cause you're so fucking stubborn, but not today... you're gonna learn boundaries."

You walk out of the living room and head to the hallway. You see the broken pieces of glass on the floor. They glitter under the light. You grab a broom and a dustpan from the closet. You bend down and start sweeping the glass into the dustpan. You're careful not to touch any sharp edges. You don't want to cut yourself.

But then it happens. You feel a sudden sting in your hand. You gasp and pull your hand back. You look at it and see a deep cut on your palm. Blood is dripping from it. You curse and drop the broom and the dustpan. You stand up and run to the kitchen. You need to wash your wound and bandage it.

You reach the kitchen and turn on the faucet. You put your hand under the cold water. It hurts like hell. You bite your lip and try not to scream. You look for a towel and a first aid kit. You find them in a drawer. You take them out and put them on the counter.

You look up and see Noah's face in the window. You almost forgot he was there. He sees the blood on your hand, and his eyes widen in horror. He looks at you with a mix of concern and anger. He says something, "Okay, y/n. Unlock the door!" He says it sharply.

You nod and turn the lock, letting him open the sliding glass door. He grabs your wrist and examines your hand, "Did you get the glass out?" He asks.

Noah grabs a chair from the kitchen table, drags it over to you, and points for you to sit down. He pulls the tweezers out of the first aid kick and grabs the towel. He crouches in front of you.

"Ouch," You say as he begins digging in your hand.

"Sorry," He looks up at you with sympathetic eyes, "I think it was just that shard." He wraps your hand with the towel and holds your hand in between his, putting pressure on the wound.

"Do you have gauze or anything?" He asks.

"In the kit?" You smile, trying to soothe him, "But I think this will be okay until the bleeding stops. It wasn't that deep hands just bleed a lot." You remind him.

He shakes his head and sits before you, resting his elbows on his knees. His lips are pressed together in a thin line, holding back the questions he wants to ask.

What happened with Jolly? Why did you come home early? Why do you look so broken?

You two had known each other for more than half your lives; you could read each other like open books. You could see the genuine concern in his eyes, the worry that creased his forehead, and the concern in his softened voice.

You break eye contact, sighing as you stare down at the ground. "I misread the signs, and when I went to act on them, things got weird, and I don't want to talk about it." You say in a low voice, hoping he would drop it.

Noah nods but doesn't say anything. He can see the ache in your eyes, the pain you're hiding behind your words. He knows there's more to the story, but he doesn't push you. He patiently waits for you to continue, giving you the space you need.

He feels a sadness in his chest as he watches your eyes brim with tears. You quickly attempt to wipe them away, but they won't stop. They spill over your cheeks, leaving wet trails behind. You sob, thinking of all the other things that have gone wrong in your life, all the rejections, disappointments, and loneliness.

"I just feel like I'm unlovable. Like no one will ever love me in the way I need…" You say, your voice trembling. You bite your lip, feeling your heart race. You feel a rush of panic, wondering if you'll ever find someone who understands, accepts, and cares for you. "Am I just difficult to deal with?" You cry, your tears falling faster. "Am I just not worth it?" You ask, your voice cracking. You feel a lump in your throat choking you. "What's wrong with me?" You whisper, feeling hopeless and alone.

Noah slowly readjusts to a crouching position. His hand softly rests under your chin, guiding your eyes to look at him. He looks at you with compassion and sincerity, his eyes shining with love. "You're not unlovable, and you're worth the world." He says, his voice gentle and soothing. He sighs, resting his hands on your legs. He rubs your knees, trying to comfort you. "There's gotta be an explanation for what happened at Jolly's. I know the guy, and it just sounds fucking stupid, and I know he's not that stupid." He says, trying to make sense of the situation. He pauses, searching for the right words. "But even if he is that stupid, that doesn't mean anything about you. You're amazing, and you deserve anything and everything you want. And I'm here for you, always." He says, pulling you into a hug. He holds you tight, letting you cry on his shoulder. He strokes your hair, whispering words of encouragement and support. He doesn't let go until you calm down or feel better. He smiles at you, wiping away your tears. "You're my best friend, and I love you. Nothing will ever change that; you're stuck with me forever." He says, looking into your eyes. He hopes you believe him; he hopes someday you see yourself the way he sees you.

Part 5

[jennay]

Honey Bee

Parts: One/two/three/four/six

Master List

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Noah stared at you from across the diner table, watching you push your food around on your plate. You had bacon left on your plate, and the more he eyeballed it, the more he wanted it. "Are you going to eat that?" He asks, pointing his fork at your plate.

Your eyes shoot up to him, a smile gracing your lips; you shake your head and push the plate toward him. "Go for it. I think I'll be sick if I eat anymore." You take a drink of your water, hoping your stomach settles. "I don't know how the fuck you eat so much." 

Noah shrugs his shoulders and grabs the bacon from your plate, "Don't shame me." He teases, "I'm not judging you for eating some hashbrowns and two eggs but not finishing the bacon, which is the best fucking part." He says as he chomps down on the slice.

"I'm not judging you. I'm impressed." You say, reaching for your purse and rummaging through it. "You and Jolly both eat like crazy, never gain weight and honestly, I find it offensive." You joke while placing your debit 

card on the table, but Noah quickly snatches it.

He pulls out his wallet and grabs his own, placing your debit card in with his other cards.

"What are you doing? Give it back." You say while holding your hand out.

Noah hands the waitress his card, flashing her a smile, "All on one." He says, his brown eyes drop back to you. "I'll give it back before I take you home."

You throw your hands up in defeat, "You know I have money, right? I do work for a living." 

He rolls his eyes and leans forward, resting his chin on his knuckles and giving you a sarcastic smile. "But it's your birthday." His eyebrows raise, and his lips press together. 

You let out a tiny huff, "You never let me pay for shit on your birthday!" You remind him, shaking your head. 

He shrugs his shoulder, "That's because I don't care about my birthday. You still like yours." He takes a sip of his coffee, watching you with playful eyes. He's waiting for a sarcastic remark, but you don't say anything entertaining, which confuses him. "What, no sassy comment? Just a dull blank stare?"

You shrug, breaking your eye contact with Noah. You lean back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. "Nothing seems special about it this year. It's just another year of doing the same shit I always do."

You see Noah's nose crinkle and his lips pursed as if he's repulsed by what you said. "Don't be ridiculous. You had an amazing year. You traveled to Sweden, you got rid of your nightmare roommate, and you earned a raise that lets you keep your apartment without her."

The waitress returns with Noah's receipt, and while Noah fills out his information, you think about his words for a minute. You did quite a bit this year, things you should be proud of, so why weren't you?

"You know what's very different this year though?" He says, not looking up from the paper.

You push your chair back and stand up, stretching your arms. "A lot of things are different." You say as memories of the year flash in your mind.

He nods, getting up from his seat and following you out of the diner, where you are greeted by the harsh glare of the sun and the stifling heat. 

The air is dry and dusty, and you feel a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin. You squint your eyes and shield them with your hand, wishing you had brought your sunglasses. 

"Yeah, but this year, you aren't spending your birthday with me and Jolly; it's just me, and that's probably got you feeling a little weird." He reminds you as he adjusts his cap and wipes his forehead with his sleeve. Noah matches your walking pace, which happens to be fast and uncomfortable. He didn't want to sweat anymore. 

"You know he'll be back next week?" He says, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

You turn your head to look at him briefly. "Why are you acting like I'm not in the same group chat as you?" You exhale loudly, your chest tight and heavy, showing you don't want to discuss the subject. It's not that you were still angry at Jolly or holding any grudges, but you knew things wouldn't be the same when he got home; no matter how bad you wanted it, there would always be that core memory of him rejecting you. Yes, it had been a month since you got home, but a month wasn't enough to recover from the embarrassment you'd feel every time you saw him. 

"Are you still ignoring him?" Noah wondered, hoping you would confide in him about it. You'd been silent about the subject, and Jolly constantly changed the topic whenever Noah mentioned you coming home early. 

You both stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn. "We text occasionally, but nothing too serious." You lie, hoping to end the conversation. You knew you were avoiding Jolly. You knew you still had feelings for him, and you knew he didn't feel the same way, and even if he did, he'd convinced himself it wouldn't work, so you'd shove the feelings down and hope they disappeared.

"Do you want me to talk to him? He's just as silent as you, but maybe talking to me, your best friend in the world, will help?" Noah asks teasingly.

You resume walking, picking up your speed, unaware you were venting your frustration through your steps. "Noah, I tried to kiss him; if he doesn't get it from that, there's nothing else to say!" You confess, your voice cracking. The feelings of him not wanting you to start to resurface, and you feel anger pitting your stomach. "Plus, I'm pretty sure he thinks we're in love with each other. I told him we aren't and never have been, but he's convinced himself that if he backed off, you and I would become a couple." You stop walking, looking around the area, "Where the fuck are we?" You didn't notice how far you'd walked, lost in your thoughts.

Noah's eyes widened. "I don't know. I was following you." He pauses, pressing his lips together, and watches you turn around to face him. "Let me talk to him. I'll tell him there aren't any feelings between us." He offers, hoping to clear the misunderstanding. He knew Jolly was wrong; he knew you and him were just friends; he knew you and Jolly belonged together. 

You exhale loudly with frustration, clenching your fists together. "This is why I don't like talking to you about things anymore. If he didn't believe me, why the hell would he believe you?! You're so fucking stubborn, and you think you can just make everything better, but you can't. Now, leave it alone." You snap, your anger getting the best of you. 

Noah wanted to fix things between you and Jolly because, in his mind, it seemed easy, but Noah wouldn't dare go behind your back and betray your trust. He was one of the few people you trusted in this world, and he wasn't about to fuck that up over Jolly. "Ok," He agrees, "I'll leave it alone." He respects your decision, but he hopes you'll change your mind. Noah hopes you'll find your way back to each other, and he hopes you'll be happy.

You shake your head, your eyes wet and blurry, feeling bad for your outburst. "I just want to forget about all of it, honestly. Just let me move on." You say, your voice is weak and tired. 

He wraps his lanky arm around your shoulder and walks the opposite way toward the bar, "Let's go get a drink." He offers, trying to get your mind off of it.

"It's one o'clock." You protest. "I'm gonna be passed out by four." You say, smirking.

"Oh, come on, let's have some fun. Play a game of pool and have a drink...let your hair down." He teases as he smacks your ponytail, making it sway back and forth. "Plus, it's your birthday; we can't go home yet."

You playfully roll your eyes and shrug off his arm. You feel the sweat on your skin and don't want to be held onto. "Fine." You agree and follow him into the bar.

Noah tells you to pick a pool table while he orders drinks. You nod and walk to the table in the corner. You wonder what he will order for you; you don't always trust his drink of choice.

When he returns, you're stunned by the pink drinks topped off with pineapple and an umbrella. 

You eye him suspiciously, "What is it?"

He chuckles, handing you the drink. "Just try it. It's good. I promise you can't even taste the alcohol." He says, sipping from the straw.

You reach for your phone and hold it up in front of you. "Let's take a picture." You suggest tapping the screen. 

You touch your glass to his and flash a big smile. Noah makes a goofy face and sticks his tongue out. You take a few shots and check them out. "These are hilarious. I'm posting them." You say, cracking up at his expression. 

"Sure, why not? Show everyone how much fun we're having on your birthday." He exclaims, grinning at you. "God, I'm such a good fucking friend." He laughs, "Let's play some pool. I'm gonna beat your ass." He declares, grabbing a cue stick and racking the balls.

"It's my birthday, let me win." You plead, getting your stance ready to break. You feel a rush of adrenaline as you hit the cue ball, scattering the colorful balls. "That was the best break I've ever done." You say proudly.

"Dude, the game's just begun. Chill." He teases.

You go to respond but stop when you feel a buzz in your pocket. When you open it, you feel a stab of pain in your chest. No matter how hard you try not to think of Jolly or ignore him, he will always be there.

Joakimjkarlsson liked your photo.

Joakimjkarlsson commented on your photo: Cheers to the birthday girl! You guys look happy and healthy.

Jolly sipped his wine, feeling the bitter taste on his tongue, while waiting for his mother to finish cooking dinner. He had offered to help her with the preparation, hoping to distract himself from thinking about how he missed your birthday. He wished you had texted him back this morning but figured you dismissed it, considering you wouldn't even respond in the group chat. You were probably having fun with Noah and other friends, being your adventurous, wild self.

"You're sure I can't help?" He inquired his mother again.

"No, Joakim. I have it under control." 

He knew better than to argue with his mom, who was a master in the kitchen. He learned everything he knew about cooking from her.

Jolly glanced at his lit-up phone that was showing a notification from Instagram. He opened the app to be greeted by a picture of you and Noah making silly faces and showing off the fruity cocktail you're drinking. 

Jolly's grin widened when he saw the necklace he had given you two years ago hanging from your neck and the dress you had picked out from a thrift shop you had visited together before he had flown to Sweden. He had always loved that summer dress on you. He thought the blue floral dress matched your colorful hair and made your eyes sparkle. He chuckled at the photos of you and Noah making crazy faces but felt regretful.

He imagined what you were feeling, or if you ever missed him, maybe you had let him go completely. 

He knew this would happen; it was bound to. You followed Jolly's advice and gave Noah a chance. 

You and Noah looked so happy together, and he wondered if that was why you hardly talked to him anymore, and Noah seemed distant. He knew he was no match for Noah. Part of the reason he didn't try previously was because you deserved the best, and Jolly knew he wasn't it. 

He liked the photo and left a comment, pretending he was happy for you, or at least he tried to be. He hoped you would smile when you saw it because Jolly wanted you to be happy, even if it meant losing you. 

He sighed loudly, his breath shaky and uneven, catching his mother's attention. 

She glanced up from the cutting potatoes and saw him frowning at his phone. "What's the matter?" She questioned, waving the knife at the phone. 

"She's so happy even without me." He confessed, showing his mom the photo on the phone. 

She resumed cutting the veggies, "Whenever you mention this girl, I feel like smacking you on the head." She joked. 

Jolly put his phone on the counter, "I know you think it's simple, but it's not." He gulped his wine and tried to explain his feelings. "I can't compete with Noah." He paused, "He knows all the secrets she hides. He can look at her and know what she's thinking." Jolly groans with annoyance. "I have to come back here all the time on top of touring; she would never have a stable life with me, and I know she wants that." He spoke earnestly. "This fucking sucks." He states, leaning back and covering his face with his hands.

Jolly hated saying those words, but he believed them. He thought Noah was better for you and could make you happy in ways he couldn't. 

Jolly's mother leaned on the counter; she tied her long gray hair in a bun and said, "Is this what you feel, or is this what she told you?" 

He shrugged his shoulders, "It's what I feel." 

She rolled her eyes, "Well, the photo looks like two friends having a good time. They're not kissing or holding hands. It sounds like you're projecting your fears onto them." She took a deep breath. "You're scared of not being enough for her, but she showed you what she felt, and you still found a reason to push her away." She reminded him. "She's probably keeping her distance from you to heal from what happened. It's not easy to be rejected by someone, especially someone you were close to."

Jolly's shoulders slumped, "I didn't want to reject her; the last thing I wanted was to hurt her." He tucked his hair behind his ears and looked down at his lap. "I didn't mean for this to happen; I just thought she'd be better off without me, and then all these insecurities came. I never felt them until she was here with me." He whispered, his voice breaking. "I'm not confident enough...oh look, another thing Noah's better at." He moaned, his tone bitter. 

She nodded, sympathizing with him but not letting him wallow in self-pity. "She still chose you, even if Noah is the better choice, which I don't believe. Talk to her, Joakim." She smiled at her son. "You have a week to figure it all out. You know, I'd love to have grandkids someday, and at this rate, it's never going to happen." She teased. 

Jolly sheepishly smiles, "I'll talk to her, but it needs to be in person."

He finishes his wine and stands up, ready to help his mom with the dishes. He feels a flicker of hope, thinking that maybe he can fix things with you. 

But then, his phone rings, breaking the silence. He looks at the screen and sees your name. His heart skips a beat, and he wonders what you want from him. 

He looks at his mom, and she looks at him, both curious and anxious. She nods at him, encouraging him to answer the call. "Go ahead, it might be important," She suggests, trying to sound casual.

He hesitates, then presses the green button. He puts the phone to his ear and says, "Hello?"

"Hey," You quietly say; the loud music in the background makes it difficult to hear anything. 

"Are you ok?" Jolly asks as he stands up, pacing the dining room. He hears Ruffilo's voice in the background, yelling something about getting off the phone, and he wonders if he knows who you're talking to. He wonders if you've told everyone what happened. "Y/n." 

"I just wanted to call and say thank you for wishing me happy birthday." You turn up the volume on your phone. Noah stands beside you, watching you intently, nodding as if to reassure you to continue talking to Jolly. You take a deep breath, leaning against the table, "I know things have been kinda weird, but I think I just needed some time, and I hope we can still be friends when you get back." You blurt out, and Noah groans loudly, walking away from you, throwing his hands up in defeat. That isn't what the two of you rehearsed, and Noah was annoyed you changed the script. 

Jolly feels a jolt of pain in his chest. Friends? You wanted to be friends now? Jolly didn't know if he could just be friends with you, or at least he didn't want to. "Yeah, no worries." He mumbles, "I understand." He lies, feeling more confused than before.

You nod, "Ok, I'll see you at some point when you get back, um- I'm sorry for you know..."

Jolly sighs, feeling remorse; he didn't want you to feel this way, "It's not like that, y/n. I-" He pauses when he hears Nick shout at you again.

"Hey, I gotta go." With a slight slur, you say, "I'll see you around." You end the phone call and walk back to Noah, who is giving you dead eyes. 

"What the hell was that?" He asks.

You drop your shoulders, sitting at the table, waiting for your turn to play pool. "I don't know. I panicked. I'm not drunk enough." you joke.

Noah shakes his head like a disappointed father, "I just really hate both of you for making this so hard." He laughs. "It's fucking ridiculous. I'm just gonna lock the two of you in a room and not let you out till you fucking tell each other the truth."

You shake your head and glare at him. "Don't you fucking dare!"

[jennay]

Honey Bee

Master List Part 1

The morning light seeped through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm glow on Jolly's face. He squinted his eyes and shifted slightly, feeling a dull ache in his neck. He wanted to groan, maybe even curse the cheap curtains that failed to block out the sun. But as he opened his eyes fully, he saw a sight that made him smile.

You were curled up next to him, your head resting on his chest, your arms wrapped around his torso.

Your hair is tousled, and your breathing is soft. Jolly gently stroked your back. He barely remembered you waking up from a nightmare last night, wide-eyed and uncomfortable.

It took him a minute to remember he invited you to sleep in his bed. He didn't mind sharing his space with you. He liked having you close.

Jolly felt frozen, holding his breath, afraid that any sound or movement would wake you up. He softly touched your cheek, his brown eyes filled with admiration as they roamed your face. He followed every curve and contour, every freckle and delicate line that marked your laughter, and every strand of hair you had colored in bright hues of purple and blue. He smiled, knowing how much you loved experimenting with your hair, changing it to match your mood and personality.

Jolly felt a numbness in his arm, but he ignored it. He didn't want to break the spell of this moment. He gently ran his fingers through your hair, feeling its softness and texture. He hoped you were dreaming of something beautiful that would make you happy.

You're aware of his presence, his skin against yours, his warmth radiating through you. You let out a soft sigh, feeling his breath caressing your face.

You open your eyes, but they are still heavy from sleep. You blink a few times, trying to adjust to the light that filters through the curtains.

You feel his arms around you, holding you close, and look up at him with sleepy eyes. You see his smile, his gentle gaze, his messy hair.

You softly say, "Good morning."

He whispers back, "Good morning."

You can hear his heartbeat, his steady breathing, his soothing voice. "Sleep, OK?" He asks in a sleepy voice, his eyes barely open.

You yawn, stretching your arms and legs. You feel the sheets' softness, the blanket's warmth, and the bed's coziness.

"Yeah, but I feel so exhausted still." You complain, rubbing your eyes.

"I think it's part of your charm." He teases, and you feel his chest vibrate with laughter. He tickles your sides, making you giggle, and hugs you tighter, making you feel loved. "If you let go of my arm, I'll get up and make you some coffee. We have a lot to do today." He says, sounding reluctant to leave as well.

You gently raise your head from his muscular bicep. You give him a sheepish smile, feeling guilty for making him uncomfortable. He smiles back warmly, his eyes glimmering with happiness. He rolls onto his back and stretches out his limbs, making a few loud groans that echo in the room.

You take the opportunity to scoot up, grabbing his fluffy pillow and throwing the cozy blanket over your head. "You're making me go outside where there are people?" You whine loudly, hiding under the covers. "You're breaking my heart!" You exaggerate your distress, hoping he will change his mind. You pull the blanket off your face and pout at him.

Jolly tilts his head, amused by your antics. His lips curl into a grin at your cute expression. "What did you think we were going to do this whole time? Just stay in bed and watch TV? There was no way I was having Noah over and not having a lineup of plans. So now you have to fill in the spots." He says teasingly as he sits up and slowly slides to the edge of the bed, standing up. He looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Get ready." He says as he walks towards the closet, leaving you to wonder what he has in store for you.

You feel Jolly's warm breath on your neck as you browse the jewelry counter. He leans over your shoulder and gazes at the dazzling display of rings and necklaces. He knows how much you adore them; he's seen your impressive collection at your apartment. He's even bought you a few pieces himself.

He whispers in your ear, "Do you see anything you like?" His head rests on your shoulder, and his long dark hair cascades over your arm and tickles your cheek. His hair smells like mint and vanilla, a scent you've come to associate with him. You can feel his stubble scratching against your skin. You try to suppress a shiver as you bite your lip.

You point to a shiny oval opal ring on a black band. It catches your eye with its iridescent colors. It looks like a rainbow trapped in a stone. "I like that one," you say. "But I'm going to think about it. It's a little out of my price range at the moment. Maybe if it's here tomorrow, it'll be a sign." You pretend to be deep in thought as if you are making a life-changing decision.

Jolly steps back and gives you some room to breathe. He looks at the ring and nods approvingly. "It would look good on you," he says. "I think you should-" But before he can finish his sentence, you have moved on to the next thing.

You can't resist the urge to touch every single trinket in the store, picking them up and examining them curiously. You wonder at the intricate patterns, vibrant colors, and delicate shapes. You see a silver necklace with a moon pendant, a wooden box with a carved dragon, and a crystal ball with a swirling mist inside.

You are the owner's worst nightmare, a potential source of damage.

Jolly gives the man standing behind the counter a sympathetic look as if to apologize for your childlike behavior. He knows you mean no harm, but he also knows how much the owner values his merchandise. He sees the owner's eyes darting nervously from you to the shelves as if he's afraid you'll break or steal something. Jolly smiles reassuringly at him and reaches for his wallet, ready to pay for damages.

You are mesmerized by how different everything looks; blue seems to be the dominant color in every design. You love the creativity and how everything was hand-crafted at this shop. You see blue glass vases, blue ceramic plates, blue metal sculptures, and blue paintings. You wonder how long it took to design some of these things or where they found the rocks that they turned into beautiful statues. You see turquoise, sapphire, cobalt, azure, indigo. These kinds of stores were your favorite, and you could spend hours looking at everything. You feel like you are in a wonderland, a place where imagination and artistry come to life.

You feel Jolly's hand on the small of your back, gently nudging you forward. "I know you'd stay here for the rest of your life, but we have other things to do." He pulls out his phone, looking at the time. "It's noon, and we have much more to see." He gently grabs the green porcelain mermaid out of your hand and puts it back on the shelf.

"Besides, I think Karl over there is about to kick us out." He nods towards the owner, who glares at you from behind the counter. He looks annoyed by your prolonged browsing and touching of his precious items.

Jolly grabs your hand and drags you to the door. He opens the door, and you step out into the bright sunlight.

You smile at him, grateful for his patience and understanding. You know he doesn't share your passion for trinkets, but he always indulges you when you find a store like this. He knows how much joy they bring you and loves seeing you happy.

"Where to next?" you ask, curious about his plans. "I'm taking you to my favorite place, well, my favorite, while I'm home anyway." He says with a shrug. He doesn't reveal anything else, leaving you in suspense.

You nod, following his lead; one thing you loved about being here was everything was within walking distance. You pass by trinket stores, restaurants, live music venues, and the waterfront park.

You see people walking, biking, skating, and laughing. You hear music, chatter, and waves. You smell food, flowers, and fried foods.

You wonder which one of these places is his favorite.

You glance at the colorful signs of the food trucks and restaurants that line the street, your stomach rumbling. You smell cheese, meat, sauce, and spices.

"Is it food?" You ask him with a playful smile, hoping he'll treat you to something delicious. "Food sounds good…" You add, nudging him with your elbow. You know he has good taste in food, and you're always hungry for more.

He looks down at you with a warm grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes," He chuckles, "I knew you'd be excited." He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer, making you blush.

You bite your lip and smile back. "Food is the way to my heart; you know this. This will be one of those cute moments in the movies where you order food for me 'cause I don't know what the menu says, and then you'll be like, just try it, even though I'm terrified by the looks of it." You say, imagining the scene in your head.

You picture him ordering something exotic like pickled herring or Smorgastarta, and you'd make a face as you taste it.

He laughs, his breath tickling your ear. "You've thought this through." He says, amused by your fantasy.

"I've seen a lot of romance movies…except we're friends, and it's platonic, but you can pretend for me, right?" You ask, batting your eyelashes at him. You hope he'll say yes.

He opens the diner's door, and the two of you step in, the smell of deli food and desserts filling your nostrils.

You see a cozy booth by the window and head towards it. "You sure you want me to pretend? You have Noah at home; you might accidentally fall for me." He jokes, but you can hear a hint of seriousness in his voice. He looks at you curiously as if trying to read your mind.

"Again, with the Noah thing?" You laugh. "How many times do I have to tell you he's my best friend?"

Jolly chuckles, "C'mon, I see the way he is with you." He winks, "How come you never give him a shot?"

You want so desperately to tell him the truth, but you're still scared of losing him. Jolly acted like Noah sometimes, making you doubt his feelings for you. You thought he only saw you as a friend, just like Noah did.

You just shake your head, “I don’t want to think about Noah right now." You open the menu and pretend to look at it, but you can't focus on anything but him.

After lunch, you're led back to Jolly's car and make yourself comfortable listening to Jolly talk about other places he wants to take you while you are there.

You gaze out of the window, trying to spot any landmarks that might indicate your destination. Jolly keeps his eyes on the road, his expression unreadable.

"Are you taking me out to the wilderness to kill me?" You joke; You see endless rows of trees, no sign of civilization in sight. "You were the last person I expected to murder me, Jolly. You were so nice." You laugh, which earns you a grin from him.

"Nope, you're not that lucky." He teases. "Too many people will know if you go missing." He parks in front of a colorful building, and you see people of all ages exploring outside and inside the building. You notice signs that say "Welcome to the Butterfly House" and "Discover the Magic of Nature."

"Prepare to be amazed." He says, opening the door and jogging to your side. He opens the door and helps you out. He takes your hand and leads you to the entrance. "You'll want to stay forever." He says, his eyes shining excitedly. “C’mon Honey Bee.”

You follow Jolly into the building, feeling curiosity and anticipation. He has a massive grin as if he knows something you don't. You wonder what he has planned for you and hope it's not too wild.

You trust him, but he can be a lot sometimes. You walk through a corridor and enter a large hall filled with natural light.

You gasp as you see what's inside. It's a butterfly garden, a stunning display of nature's beauty and diversity. Hundreds of butterflies of different shapes, sizes, and colors fly around and land on flowers, trees, and rocks. You see monarchs, swallowtails, blue morphos, and more.

The air is fragrant with the scent of blossoms, and you hear the gentle sound of water from a fountain.

"Wow," you whisper, feeling awestruck. You're surrounded by a sea of colors and shapes, a living painting of nature's beauty.

You want to explore every inch of the garden and touch the delicate wings of the butterflies. You wonder how they feel, whether soft, silky, or powdery.

You're tempted to reach out and catch one, but you know better than to disturb them. You step forward, but Jolly quickly grabs your hand and pulls you back to his side. "Don't touch anything," he warns you, laughing. "They'll kick us out if you mess with the butterflies. They're very sensitive, you know. I should have gotten a wrist leash for you." He says, teasing you. He knows how curious you are about everything. He finds it adorable but also wants to protect you from getting in trouble.

You roll your eyes but smile. "I'll behave, I promise," you say jokingly. You tug on his hand and drag him along. "Come on, let's go see more. This place is amazing." You say, your voice filled with excitement.

You walk towards a section of the garden with more flowers and butterflies. You see roses, orchids, lilies, and more. You smell their sweet fragrance, and you feel their soft petals. You notice that some butterflies have patterns and colors matching the flowers they land on. You see a yellow butterfly on a sunflower, a pink butterfly on a peony, and a blue butterfly on a hydrangea.

"How do they know where to stay?" you ask, fascinated. "Do they have a preference, or is it random?" You wonder if they choose their flowers based on appearance, scent, or nectar. "There's signs." He says, pointing in front of you. He sees a board with information about the butterflies and their habitats. He leads you to it and lets you read it.

Jolly's heart melts as you lean forward to read, your colorful hair dropping in front of your face, but he can still see your lips moving as you read the signs. He thinks you look so cute and intelligent and can't help but stare at you. He pulls out his cell phone and snaps a picture of you.

The two of you continue your travels, admiring every part of the garden. He was right; you could stay here for hours. You feel like you're in a fairy tale, a magical world where anything is possible.

"One more place, you ready?" He asks, his voice full of excitement. He takes your hand and leads you to the exit.

You nod, following him, "Did you think you'd have this much fun with Noah?" you giggle.

He laughs, wrapping his arm around you, "This was for you. Not for Noah." He says, squeezing you gently. He looks into your eyes, and you see a hint of something more than friendship. He quickly looks away, and you feel confused.

Does he like you, or is he just being nice? You bite the inside of your cheek.

Smiling up at him, "Thank you." you quietly say.

The night has fallen, casting shadows over the unfamiliar landscape. You've left the city behind and are now in the countryside. You see fields, forests, and hills.

You feel a breeze on your face, and you shiver. Your eyes feel heavy from the jet lag, and you struggle to stay awake.

You don't know where he's taking you, but you trust him. You hope it's worth it.

"Wake up sleepy head," Jolly says, nudging your leg gently. He sees you nodding off, and he tries to keep you alert. He doesn't want you to miss the surprise.

You jerk away from his touch, "Sorry. I'm still not used to the time zone here. Where are we going anyway? I get that you want to surprise me and all, but can't you give me a little hint?" You tease him.

He shakes his head, "Nope. You'll have to wait and see. Trust me, you'll love it." He says, smiling mysteriously.

"I was kidding before about the whole you murdering me thing but, this looks like a perfect spot for a murder. It's pitch black, you're driving on a dirt road, and there's a huge fucking lake ahead of us. This is it, isn't it?" You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

You see the dark water reflecting the moonlight. You wonder what's on the other side of the lake and why he's taking you there.

Jolly gives you a baffled look. "What with all this talk about murder?" He chuckles, "Maybe I should be the one who's scared. You're the one who's always watching those crime shows and reading those mystery novels. Maybe you're plotting to kill me and make it look like an accident." He jokes back.

You shrug your shoulders as he parks off to the side, "Men are the biggest threat to women." You remind him while grinning. "So if this is it…just tell Noah to keep my cat please, George won't survive by himself."

He turns the car off, and you hear the engine die down. "OK, well, I'm still not going to kill you. I want to show you this spot I like and, it's perfect right now with the full moon." He says, his voice full of excitement. He looks at you with a playful grin.

Jolly steps out of the car and waits for you at the front of his car. He takes your hand and leads you down a small dirt trail as you approach him. You feel his fingers intertwined with yours, and you squeeze them gently.

You follow him, trusting him to guide you. You see the moon shining brightly in the sky, casting a silver glow over the landscape.

The sound of rustling leaves and chirping crickets fills the air as you walk through the brush. You breathe in the fresh scent of the night, and you feel alive. You see the shadows of the trees and the plants, and you hear the occasional hoot of an owl. You feel a thrill of anticipation, wondering what lies ahead. You squeeze his hand again, and he looks back at you. He smiles reassuringly, and you feel a warmth in your chest.

As you emerge from the trail, you are greeted by a breathtaking lake view. You gasp as you see the water sparkling under the moonlight, reflecting the stars. You see the ripples and the waves, and you hear the splash of the fish. You see the sandy shore and feel the softness under your feet.

Jolly sits on top of the picnic table off the side, patting the spot next to him for you to join.

"Today was nice. Thank you for showing me around." You say, feeling grateful for his company. You had a wonderful day with him, exploring the city and having fun. You saw many beautiful and exciting places and learned more about him and his culture.

Jolly sees you noticeably shiver and wraps an arm around you, pulling you in. He feels your cold skin, and he wants to warm you up.

"What was your favorite part?" He asks, curious about your opinion.

You hum softly, trying to think. You had so many memorable moments with him, and it was hard to choose one. "Oh, the garden was amazing, but I loved that shop we went to." You say, recalling the places you visited. You sigh, feeling regret. "I'm kinda bummed I didn't get that ring. It'll probably be gone tomorrow." You say, wishing you had bought it.

Jolly's breath catches in his throat as he remembers the jewelry in his pocket. He bought the ring for you when you weren't looking. He wanted to give you something unique that would remind you of him. "Oh, wait! I almost forgot. I have something for you." He says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small black box. He shifts closer to you and hands you the box. He looks at you with anticipation and hopes you'll like it.

You furrow your brows, confused by the gesture. "What's this?" you ask, grinning as you open it. You open the box, and your eyes widen with shock when you see the opal ring propped up in the container. You take the ring out of the container and notice the opal's intricate details. The colors of the stone seem to change as you move it around in the light. You see shades of blue, green, pink, and purple. You now own the rainbow trapped in the stone.

"I can't believe you got it. You're so sneaky! I didn't even see you buy it." You say, amazed by his action.

You look at him and see him smiling nervously. Jolly's heart races as he watches you admire the ring under the moonlight. He sees your eyes shining with happiness. He sees your lips curling into a smile and feels a flutter of desire. "I'm glad you like it," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turn to face him, smiling widely, and notice the look in his eyes of love and want. You take the opportunity to lean forward, hoping he'll take the hint. He leans in, his eyes locked on yours, and you feel his breath on your face.

You close your eyes, anticipating the kiss, but Jolly quickly pulls away.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't." He looks away from you, unable to meet your gaze. He knows he hurt you, and he hates himself for it.

He can't be selfish and take what he wants. He can't kiss you, even though he wants to more than anything. You open your eyes and look at him, feeling disappointment and confusion. You don't understand what happened, what changed.

"What?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

You want an explanation, a reason. You want him to say he's sorry and he made a mistake. You want him to say he loves and wants to be with you.

"I'm sorry." He says. He doesn't give you an answer, a justification. You feel your heart sink to your stomach, and you want nothing more than to leave.

You feel embarrassed and humiliated. You feel like a fool for thinking that he cared. You feel like a loser for being rejected. You bite the inside of your cheek as you stand up, crossing your arms over your chest.

You try to act cool and pretend that it doesn't matter. You try to hide your pain and act like you don't care. "It's fine. I get it. We should go. It's late anyways." You say, forcing a smile. You look up at the moon, and Jolly nearly dies when he sees the water in your eyes reflecting off the light. He sees the tears you're holding back and feels a stab of guilt.

Right now, he wished he didn't give a shit about Noah's feelings, but he does and betraying Noah was not something he could do.

Part three

Tags: @blackveilomens

[jennay]

Honey Bee

Jolly Master List

PART ONE/PART TWO/

You feel your throat tighten, a knot forming as you hold your phone to your ear. You feel your chest constrict, your breaths becoming shallow and ragged. You feel your eyes well up, your vision blurring. You feel your mind racing, your thoughts spinning out of control. The amount of anxiety you felt today was enough to make you leave.

Noah will know how to help you and make you feel better. He gives you honest and practical advice without judging or blaming you. He'll support you, tell you you're not alone, and always be there for you.

You hate that you feel this way, out of place. What a change from yesterday when you fully felt you were where you were supposed to be. You hoped for a different outcome, but now you knew how Jolly felt and were thankful for it, but you also felt shattered. Why couldn't life be kind for just once and let you have what you wanted?

You hear Noah's voice on the other end, but it's not the friendly greeting you hoped for. "It's only been three days, Y/n. Why are you calling me? Shouldn't you be focusing on lover boy?" He jokes. "You must be calling to thank me, right?"

You sigh and roll your eyes at his sarcasm. "Noah, please, this is serious. I need your help."

He laughs and says, "Oh, I see. You want to come back home to me, right, cause you feel bad for leaving me for so long? Well, too bad, honey. I'm taken."

You groan, "Stop it. I know you're not dating anyone, and when I come home, it won't be to YOU because we were never together, dumbass." You giggle, "You've hit full delusion without me there, huh?"

"I mean, I've had a lot of time to myself, and I've spent a lot of it in my room talking to George." He chuckles, "Anyway, what can I do for you, buttercup?"

As you walk through the tiny backyard, you admire the vibrant flowers and herbs that Jolly has grown in his garden. He's away at his mom's place, but you still feel nervous when you speak out loud. It's like you are afraid once the words come out, they will be true, and once you admit it to Noah, there is no turning back.

"I need to come home." You say, biting your lip. "I can't be here another day." You feel yourself choke over your words.

You hear him close the door on his side, and the phone crackles as he moves it closer to his mouth. "What do you mean?" He asks, sounding more concerned now. He clears his throat and lowers his voice, "Did something happen?"

"I can't talk about it at the moment. I already feel like I'm going to puke." You say, sniffing back your tears.

You can tell that Noah is getting anxious. "Did he hurt you?" He asks, his voice hard and furious. "Cause I'll come there, and I'll sort that shit out immediately."

You shake your head, even though he can't see you through the phone. "No, he didn't hurt me. Not physically, anyway." You pause, wondering how to ask him for a favor. You hate to impose on him, but you have no other option. You need to get away from this place as soon as possible. "I was just wondering if maybe you could help me out with the ticket." You whisper, hoping he won't get angry. You know you can't afford a last-minute flight back home.

Noah sighs, "Yeah, I'll see what I can find for today." The line goes silent for a moment, and when Noah speaks again, he's more gentle and kind, "I don't know what happened, but I want you to know it's going to be OK." He sounds sincere and caring, and you feel a sense of gratitude.

You feel your eyes water, but you quickly wipe them away. You don't want to cry in front of him, even if he can't see you. You want to be strong and brave like he always says you are. "I'll talk to you later." You say, trying to sound cheerful. You hang up the phone and take a deep breath. You hope he can find a ticket for you. You could really use a Noah hug about now.

Jolly sank into the recliner, facing his mom on the couch. He couldn't look at her; he felt too embarrassed and conflicted. He kept replaying the events of last night in his head, wondering if you hated him. He knew you were hurt; you barely said a word to him for the rest of the night. He saw you lying on the couch, pretending to be asleep, but he could see your eyes flickering and your body tensing.

He wanted to tell you how much he wished things were different. He wanted to kiss you and make you feel loved and be your hero and protector, but he thought he had no right to do that. He felt like he was trespassing on something that belonged to Noah.

He thought he should back off and let you sort things out with your best friend. He couldn't shake the feeling that you had hidden feelings for Noah, even though you denied it.

You and Noah seemed perfect for each other. You had known each other for so long, had your own jokes and secrets, and shared many interests. You spent a lot of time together, and Jolly knew when you did stay the night at their place, you were always in Noah's room. He couldn't help but imagine what you did behind closed doors.

"Joakim," His mother says, breaking the silence. "Is this about that girl?" She asks, noticing his gloomy mood.

He doesn't look up, afraid of what he'll see in his mother's eyes. He knows she's worried about him, but he doesn't want to disappoint her. He continues staring at the floor and nods slightly, "I should have listened to her and kissed her. I think I ruined everything." He leans forward, resting his face in his hands, and sighs.

"Tell me what happened." She urges, moving closer to him on the couch. He sits up and crosses one leg over the other, finally meeting his mother's matching irises. "I messed it up." He groans. "We had this fun day, and at the end of the night, she leaned in for a kiss, and I turned her down."

She nods, listening, "Why, I thought you liked this one?"

He shrugs. "I do. I have, for a long time."

"What is the problem? Did you forget to tell me she was married or unavailable?" She asks, growing concerned that her son has fallen into a trap.

Jolly shakes his head, "I think she has feelings for Noah, and Noah has feelings for her, but they won't admit it." He tells her, feeling the pain crushing him all over again.

"Joakim Oskar Patrik Karlsson, I love you, but you're not very bright sometimes." She laughs, "She came all this way to see you. She wanted you to kiss her. Isn't that enough evidence?"

Jolly's eyes widen, "But Noah-"

"What about Noah? She said she doesn't have feelings for Noah. You need to believe her, and if this is what you want, why aren't you going after it?" She sighs, growing slightly frustrated, "Men." She mutters. "I raised you better than this." She stands up, walks to the front door, and opens it. "Get out."

Jolly looks at his mother with confusion, "What?" He stands up, "You're kicking me out?"

"Go talk to her. Tell her everything because if you don't, she will move on, and there will be others, and you will regret this forever." She was right; he needed to tell you before it was too late.

He kisses his mom on the cheek as he exits the cozy house. He feels nervousness and excitement; he'll do it. He needed to tell you everything: how he thought about you, dreamed of you, and wanted to be with you. He rehearses what he will say but knows words are not enough. He needs to show you how he feels.

Jolly clenches the steering wheel as he drives to his house, his heart pounding in his chest. He dials Noah's number, hoping to hear his voice and clear the air. He doesn't want to lose his best friend over this. He wants to explain himself, to apologize, to make things right. But when he calls, the phone rings once and goes straight to voicemail. He hangs up and tries again but gets the same result.

Anxiety washes over him. He wonders why Noah is ignoring him, and then a horrible thought crosses his mind. You must've called Noah first.

"Fuck." He curses under his breath.

This was going to be the worst drive home ever.

He pulls into his driveway and parks the car, but he doesn't get out right away. His chest tightens when he thinks about facing you. He doesn't know what to say to you, but he hopes his feelings will show through. Jolly finally gets out of the car and walks up the driveway. He takes a deep breath and reaches for the door handle, calling out your name as he opens the door. But he stops when he sees you walking toward him with your bags packed. He feels a jolt of shock and pain as he looks at you, his eyes wide and incredulous. He can't move, he can't speak, and he can't breathe. He stares at you as you approach him, dragging your luggage behind you.

The sound of your bag hitting the ground jolts him out of his trance. "What's going on? Where are you going?" He asks, his voice cracking with emotion. He tries to catch your eye, but you avoid his gaze.

You avert your eyes from him and clamp your mouth shut, suppressing the sob that wants to break free. You wish you had left before he came back.

"Something came up at work, and I need to go home." You lie, hoping he won't hear the quiver in your voice. He knows you too well; he knows you're lying.

"Oh," he says softly, knowing at this moment there was nothing he could do to make you stay. "Let me at least take you to the airport…"

You shake your head and adjust your backpack on your shoulder. You pull out your phone and glance at the screen, "My cab's here." You say, feeling guilt in your chest. You see the pain in his face, and it breaks your heart.

"You were going to leave without saying goodbye?" He asks, his voice barely audible.

You bite your lip and look around the room, trying to find something else to focus on—anything but him: anything but the memories you've made here. "I'm sorry, Jolly. I have to go." You say, walking past him.

He grabs your arm and hugs you tightly, holding you close.

He wants to tell you how he feels. He wants to beg you to stay. He wants to kiss you and make you forget everything else. But he can't. He loves you too much to be selfish and force you to stay. He has to let you go and hope that the two of you will reunite and things will be different.

"Be safe, Honey Bee." He whispers in your ear, then gently pulls back, looking into your eyes. He sees the tears that are about to fall. He wipes them away with his thumb. He tries to smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

You nod your head and pick up your bags, "OK." You whisper, leaving him in the doorway as you drag your bags to the cab. You look back at him one last time and see him standing there, watching you go. You feel a surge of emotion and want to run back to him, but you know you can't. You get in the cab and close the door, feeling the finality of your decision. You drive away, leaving him behind.

He lets out a soft sigh, feeling disappointed and empty. He enters his room and sits on the bed, his heart heavy with regret. He kicks off his shoes, hoping a nap will help him forget the pain. But as he looks around the room, his eyes fall on the bedside table, and he sees it: the ring he bought you, a black band with your favorite stone in the center, sitting there, mocking him. He grabs it, holds it in his hand, and tilts it back and forth, remembering how happy you were to receive it, the smile on your face, the joy in your eyes, and your sweet smile. He feels the cold metal against his skin and wonders if you were intentionally hurting him as a form of payback. He shakes his head, not sure of how he feels. He sets the ring back on the table and lays down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He feels so angry, knowing that this could've been prevented if he just would've kissed you. His heart aches with longing, and he wishes he could turn back time and make things right. But it's too late now, and all he can do is lie alone with his thoughts and regrets. He hears the clock ticking on the wall and counts the seconds, hoping they will pass faster. He closes his eyes, trying to block out the image of you walking away from him. He wonders if you'll ever forgive him, and he wonders if he'll have to watch you fall for someone else or if there is still hope for him when he returns home.

When you arrive at the airport, Noah greets you warmly and offers to help you with your bags. "You doing OK?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. He sees the sadness and exhaustion on your face, and he knows you've been through a lot.

You nod, "Yeah, just wanna get home." You say, forcing a smile. You don't feel like talking; you just want to forget everything that happened. Noah nods in understanding and leads you out of the airport, where his car is waiting. As you walk, Noah glances over to see you staring at the ground. It's dark and cold, and you haven't yet asked him for his jacket, which surprised him. He knows you're always cold and usually lends you his jacket whenever you're together.

"Hey," he says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. He tries to comfort you, to make you feel better. "You wanna talk about what happened?" He asks, hoping you'll open up to him. He wants to know what went wrong, what Jolly did or said to make you leave so suddenly. He wants to help you, to be there for you.

You feel a pit in your stomach as you think of the events of the last three days. You shrug your shoulders and nudge Noah's arm off you. You open the car door, still remaining silent. You're confused and angry.

Noah starts the engine, his lips pressed together as he watches you stare out the window. He feels like he's partly to blame for what happened. He was the one who encouraged you to go see Jolly, to confess your feelings, to take a chance.

"I'm sorry things didn't go how we thought they would," he says, his voice heavy with sorrow. He watches the road, purposefully missing the turn to keep you in the car a little longer. He wants to spend more time with you, to make you laugh and forget.

"Noah…" You groan. "I don't want to think about it anymore. Jolly made his choice, and now I need to move on." You lean your head on the window and watch as the rain droplets slide down the glass. You feel like they're a reflection of your tears and pain. You wish you could wash away everything that happened, everything that didn't happen and will never happen. "Please stop missing turns. I know it doesn't take this long to get home." You say, feeling impatient and restless. You want to get out of the car, out of this conversation, out of this mess.

Noah's grip tightens on the steering wheel, not out of frustration but worry. He sees the tears in your eyes and the pain on your face. "You wanna stay the night with me? We can watch a movie, and I'm sure George would love to snuggle you." He suggests, hoping you'll agree.

You shake your head again, closing your eyes and pressing your lips together. You don't want to stay with Noah, you don't want to watch a movie, you don't want to snuggle George. You just want to go home, to your own bed, to your own space, to your own misery. "I'll get him in the morning, Noah. I just really want to go home." You say, growing frustrated. You hate to sound ungrateful, but you can't stand being around anyone now. You just want to be alone.

The rest of the car ride is quiet, and it's not until you reach your apartment that you remember Noah has a key to your door.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face him. "Give me your key." You say, holding out your hand. You don't want him to have access to your place, check up on you, or bother you. You want to cut him off, at least for tonight.

Noah looks at you, shocked. "What?" He asks, "No." He says with wide eyes, "You said it's for an emergency, and right now, I'm worried you might have an emergency." He's afraid of what you might do. He cares about you more than you know, and he can't stand the idea of losing you, even if it's only mentally.

You stare at him with disbelief, "Noah, give me the fucking key. I just want to sleep peacefully without you annoying me because you're worried." You snap, losing your patience. You don't care about his feelings, and you don't care about his fears.

Noah can't believe you're pushing him away like this after everything you've been through together. He clenches his jaw and pulls his keys out of the ignition. He grabs the key and drops it in your hand. "Fine. Take it...just promise you'll come get George in the morning."

You force a smile and get out of the car. Noah pops the trunk, and you grab your bags, avoiding his gaze as you walk into your apartment.

You feel a twinge of guilt for how you treated Noah, but you can't help it. You're angry at him for making you believe that Jolly had feelings for you when he clearly didn't.

You drop your bags by your door and head to your bedroom, passing by one of the pictures you cherished of you and Jolly. You push your fingers under the frame and knock it off the wall, letting it fall to the floor. You hear the glass shatter and glance at the broken edge, feeling pain in your chest.

You stare at the photo of you and Jolly, your faces glowing with happiness. It was from the Fourth of July, the night you celebrated with fireworks and laughter. Noah was your photographer, capturing every moment with his phone. He teased you for being too scared to light anything but sparklers, but Jolly didn't mind. He thought you were adorable and joined you with his own sparkler. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple as the sparks flew around you. It was a perfect night, and you felt nothing could go wrong.

You shake the thoughts as you walk away, not bothering to clean it up.

Reaching your room, you strip out of your clothes and turn off the light. You crawl into bed and reach for your phone, squinting at the bright screen.

You see a text message from Jolly. Did you make it back safe?

You sigh and turn off your phone. You don't want to talk to him. You toss your phone aside and lie on your back, staring at the ceiling, feeling lost and confused. You can't believe you fell for Jolly after holding him at arm's length for so long; you should've trusted your instincts. How did you miss the clues that he was only being nice to you? Maybe you missed the friendly signals because of how he held you the other night in his bed, making you feel safe and serene, or was it how he would wrap his arms around your waist or rest his hands on your hips when he spoke to you? Or maybe it was the ring he gave you, telling you he wanted you to think of him whenever you glanced at it.

You roll on your side and pull the blanket over your head, muffling your sobs. You hate feeling this way. You wish you could erase him from your mind, but you know you can't. He's a part of you, and you can't let him go. You close your eyes and drift into a restless sleep, dreaming of what could have been.

Part four

Tags: @blackveilomens @xxrainstorm

@somewhere-diamond @cookiesupplier

[jennay]

That's my Spot

An: Just some cute fluff no warnings.

Summary: Jolly and Reader keep running into each other at a local cafe.

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For a week, you had been caught in a silent flirtation. Every day, you would enter the coffee shop, plug in your laptop and phone, and order your usual drink.

He would be there, too, sitting by the cozy fireplace with a book in his hand. He had long, straight hair that fell down the sides of his cheeks and a black sweater with a band logo that gave him a rock star vibe. He always wore sunglasses when he came in but would take them off as soon as he opened his book.

You wondered what color his eyes were and what kind of books he liked to read. You also wondered what his name was and what he did for a living. Was he a student, a writer, a musician, or something else?

Sometimes, your eyes would meet and linger, but neither of you would say anything. You had work to do, and he had his reading. You wanted to talk to him, but you kept telling yourself that he was just a fellow coffee lover and only being friendly because you saw each other so often.

You didn't want to make a fool of yourself by approaching him and finding out he had a girlfriend, or worse, he wasn't interested in you. You were too shy to make the first move and hoped he would do it someday.

Out of the corner of your eye, you admired him. You thought stupid things like, how long did it take to grow his hair that long? Why did he always come in looking like a rock star? Why did he wear sunglasses inside until he started to read? What was his choice of drink, and who reads as much as he does?

You imagined he was a deep thinker, a passionate reader, a mysterious stranger. You wanted to know more about him but didn't know how to start a conversation.

You quietly giggle, hiding your face behind your laptop as you read your emails. The most silly part was he made you think all these things without even saying a word to you. He had a power over you, a magnetic attraction that drew you to him. You felt a flutter in your stomach every time you saw him and a warmth in your cheeks whenever he looked at you.

You stood up, leaving your things unattended; you'd been here so many times you weren't worried about people stealing your things. You'd been going here off and on for over a year. You were addicted to the atmosphere and how the Barista always knew your name. You loved that they could have your order going when they saw you. You mostly loved that you always got your seat by the window to watch everyone walking by; you were curious about their lives even if you'd never know.

"Vanilla Latte?" The Barista asks.

You nod your head, "Of course." You smile, "Can I have it iced today?"

He smiles widely, "Oh?" He questions, "We're switching things up I see. What's the occasion?"

You shrug your shoulders, "I just feel like being spontaneous. Maybe I'm sick." You joke. "That was a bad joke." You nervously laugh, "I don't have covid or anything like that." You take a deep breath, "I'm gonna stand over here in shame now." You shake your head, thoroughly embarrassed by your actions. You wondered if people could tell you didn't get out much. You heard snickering from where your mystery guy sat, but he dug his nose back in his book when you looked over. Cool. You thought you made an ass out of yourself, and people heard it.

The Barista calls your name, and you thank him for your drink. Your cheeks are red as you walk back to your spot; you hide your face in your laptop, never wanting to be seen again. You sip your iced vanilla latte and try to focus on your work, but you can't help stealing glances at him. You wonder if he thinks about you outside this place like you did about him.

You returned to the café, as you did every weekday morning, following your unbreakable routine. Today, you skipped the coffee line. You skipped everything, even though you had planned on treating yourself to a latte as soon as your meeting was over.

You only had about five minutes to set up your laptop and join the online chat. You couldn't afford to be late, even though you desperately craved your caffeine fix.

You froze in your tracks, seeing him sitting at your table. The one by the window, with the power outlet and the cozy cushion. The one that you always occupied, without fail. The one that kept you sane in the midst of your hectic schedule.

You had difficulty adapting to change, and it was about to show. You didn't have time to confront him. You didn't have time to politely ask him to move, not that you would. You were not the type to cause a scene, and you didn't have any claim to the damn spot.

Instead, you settled for the table across from him, feeling panic as you tossed all your belongings on the table and hastily plugged your laptop in. You put your headphones on and press the speak button on your mic. "Yep, I'm ready when you guys are." You said in a rushed tone. "Go ahead whenever you're ready. I'll be in the background and let you know if I hear anything odd on the recording." You assured your coworker.

You tilted your head back, staring at the ceiling. You felt like a fool as you shifted your legs around; you even attempted to put your legs over the chair beside you and lean against the wall while you listened to them talk. You gave up on sitting comfortably. Your eyes met his, and you gave him a small smile, finally noticing that his eyes were a deep shade of brown. "Nope," you said. "It still sounds clear on this end."

You tap your fingers nervously on the table, feeling restless and annoyed by the people standing behind you and everyone who keeps passing you. It was distracting. You couldn't focus on the meeting, which was already boring enough. You wondered why you had to attend this online conference when you could have just watched the recording later. You had no interest in the topic and didn't know anyone else in the virtual room. You felt like you were wasting your time.

You put your hands in your lap and close your eyes, trying to ignore everything as you continue to listen. The speaker droned on and on, using jargon and acronyms that made no sense to you.

You wished you could mute him or, better yet, leave the meeting. But you had to stay because your boss expected you to. You sighed, hoping the session would end soon.

Your eyes snap open when you hear something set on your table. You stare down at the cup in front of you and see him walking back to his table.

You peek over your laptop to see him smile as he sits down again. You smile like a child, thankful for your gift. You mouth thank you to him and take a sip of your coffee; he knows your order.

It shouldn't feel as special as it did, but no one seemed to remember small details about you, and this was new.

He had never done anything like this before. He had never acknowledged you except for the occasional eye contact and nod. He had never spoken to you or even asked your name. He had never shown any sign that he noticed or cared about you.

But now, he had bought you a coffee. He had made a gesture that said he wanted to connect with you. He had made you feel something you hadn't felt in a long time. He had made you happy.

It's not until fifteen minutes later, when you're ending your meeting that you see writing on the cup, not just an order but something he'd written. "Sorry, I took your spot. Come sit with me?" You read the words, and your mouth slightly drops. Was this actually happening? Was he inviting you to join him? Was he interested in you? You bite your lip, hoping he'll be there when the meeting ends.

When the time comes, you take a deep breath, thankful to be done, and you see him still sitting there; this time, he's scrolling on his phone.

You feel excitement and nervousness as you decide to approach him. You quietly pack up your belongings and head towards him. You stop at the table before sitting and say, "Is it still ok if I sit?"

He looks up and smiles, his eyes sparkling. He nods and gestures for you to join him. "Of course, please sit. I've been waiting for you." He says, his voice warm and inviting.

You feel a glow in your chest when he smiles at you. He gently puts his hand out to introduce himself to you. "I'm Joakim, but my friends call me Jolly." He says, his name sounding exotic and charming.

You quickly notice his accent. You extend your hand and feel electricity when he touches it. "I'm y/n…and that's what everyone calls me." You say, trying to sound casual. You laugh nervously. "Thank you for the coffee."

His brown eyes watch you curiously as if he wants to know everything about you. "It's the least I could do for taking your spot." He says, his tone is playful and apologetic.

You shrug and smile. "It's ok, it's not like it has my name on it or anything." You say, pretending to be cool with it. You set your bag next to your feet. "But please don't make me sit over there again." You say, pointing to the noisy and crowded area where you had your meeting. You laugh, hoping he'll laugh with you.

He nods. "I promise I won't. I'll save this spot for you if you want." He says, his eyes twinkling. "Or better yet, why don't you sit with me next time? I'd love to have some company." He says, his voice lowering and his smile turning into a smirk. "You know we could even spend some time outside of the cafe together."

You feel your face heat up and your heart race. You bite your lip and look into his eyes. You see a hint of nervousness and a lot of interest.

You nod and smile back. "I'd like that."

You think this might be the beginning of something extraordinary. You think this is fate.

[jennay]

Request: reader learns a song on the guitar to confess feelings for jolly.

You open the front door, sprinting past the three men lounging on the living room couch. You don't even bother to greet them properly, just shouting a quick hi over your shoulder as you dash up the stairs.

You head straight for Jolly's bedroom door, knocking on it with force and speed. You don't stop until he answers the door, hoping he's not too busy or annoyed. He flings the door open, his eyes wide and his face full of irritation. "What do you want Noa-" He looks like he's about to yell, but his expression softens when he sees it's you. He lets out a small laugh and shakes his head, "I was ready to throw hands." He says, his voice amused and relieved. He steps aside and invites you in, curious about what brought you here.

You follow him inside, your eyes darting around the room; you plop down on his bed while he sits at his computer desk. He continues scrolling while he asks, "What's up?"

You lean back on your hands, feeling a bit nervous. "I need your help. I want to learn this song to impress this really cool fucking guy, but I've only played the guitar a few times, and always with you watching over me." You say, chuckling softly. "Can you help me out?" You ask, hoping he'll say yes.

Jolly nods, pretending to ponder your question. He turns to look at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He flashes you a playful smile and says, "Depends, which song? If it's some cheesy pop song or a boring ballad, I'm out." He jokes, making you gasp.

You raise your eyebrow, feeling a bit offended. "Now I'm nervous to tell you." You say, wondering if he'll like your choice.

Jolly laughs, seeing your reaction. He stands up from his chair and walks across the room to get his guitar from its stand. He swings it over his shoulder and says, "I was kidding. I'll help you." He says, sounding more sincere. He walks back to you, sits beside you, and hands you the guitar. "So, what's the song?" He asks, curious and excited.

"Can't help but falling in love, by Elvis Presley." You say, handing him back the guitar. You don't feel confident enough to hold it, let alone play it. "I don't know what I'm doing, don't hand me this yet."

He grips the guitar firmly and looks up the song on his phone. He seems curious about your choice. "Sounds like you and this mystery man are getting serious. Why haven't we met him yet?" He asks, his eyes still fixed on the phone screen as he scrolls through the guitar chords.

You feel a blush on your cheeks and lower your voice. "You guys are overbearing, and I'm not ready for that. you know him so." You say, hoping he won't catch the last part.

He looks up from his phone, his eyes widening. "I know him?" He asks, sounding surprised and intrigued. "Who is it?" He presses, wanting to know more.

You shrug your shoulders and give him a sheepish smile. You're not ready to reveal your secret yet. "I'll tell you when I'm ready, but I'm not." You say, dodging the question. He rolls his eyes and laughs. "The suspense." He says, pretending to be dramatic. He puts his phone on the bed and puts his fingers on the guitar strings. He strums them gently and then stops, moving his fingers to different positions. "That's not it." He says, frowning. He starts humming the lyrics as he tries different combinations of strings and soon finds the right one. He sings the words softly, his voice matching the melody. "There it is!" He exclaims, smiling. He's so loud that you cringe.

You smile back at him, amazed by his skill. "How do you do that? I listened to the song, and I can barely sing the notes on key." You say, feeling a bit envious of his talent.

Jolly shrugs and hands the guitar back to you. "It takes practice. I've been playing for a long time." He says, his voice is modest. He watches as you hold the guitar in your lap, your fingers gripping the neck. He always finds it cute how small you look with the guitar. It was custom-made for him, so it didn't fit you well. He points to the strings and shows where to place your fingers for the first chord. "Just move your fingers along the chords I'll show you. Don't worry about the strumming pattern. I want you to get this part first. It will make everything easier later."

"You're not going to teach me the strum?" You ask, feeling curious. You wonder how you're supposed to play the song without strumming.

He laughs, his eyes crinkling. "It's not something you'll learn in a day; take it slow. If he's worth it, he'll wait for perfection." He says, teasing you. He moves your fingers to a different chord, helping you adjust your position. He sees your hands twitch and your face grimace as you struggle to keep up. He smiles encouragingly and says, "Don't give up, you'll get it."

"I feel like an idiot. I thought I'd just come over here and have you teach me and I'd master it in a day. I'm clearly living in delusion." You say, laughing. "My fingertips are killing me."

He nods, "Practice at home if you don't want to lose your progress cause if you don't you'll have to listen to me nag you with I told you so's." He says, wagging his finger at you.

You roll your eyes, "I just want it to be good enough." You say, handing him back the guitar. "Alright, I'll leave you alone and let you get back to whatever it is that you do." You stand up and grab your purse from the floor.

He watches you walk to the door, "You're leaving already? I feel so used." He says, pretending to be hurt. "You know how to make a guy feel special." He says, pouting.

You turn to face him, "Did you want me to stay? I just assumed you had better things to do." You say, challenging him.

He stands up and walks across the room, carrying the guitar. He puts it back in its place, next to his bed. He turns to you and says, "Nothing is better than hanging out with you." He gives you a charming smile that makes your heart skip a beat. "Except maybe sleeping. I do like that a lot." He adds, making you laugh.

"You do sleep a lot." You say, leaning against the wall and watching him. You see him grab his jacket and his keys from his dresser. "Are we going somewhere?" You ask, curious.

He shrugs. "Well, I also like food, and I'm hungry. Let's go get food." He says, rubbing his hands together. He looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "You can tell me all about this guy, and I'll give you my best advice." He says, sounding eager.

"I didn't ask for your advice, though. I think I know him well enough." You remind him, feeling a bit defensive.

He opens his bedroom door, holding it for you. "I'm your friend. You don't have to ask; I'll give you my opinion anyway." He says, following you out. He closes the door behind him and walks with you down the stairs.

"Jolly, as much as I love you. I'm not going to talk to you about the men I date with you. That's what my girlfriends are for." You say with a laugh that draws Noah's attention to you.

You see him sitting on the couch, watching TV with Folio and Ruffilo.

"You're dating?" He asks, turning his head away from the TV. He looks surprised and curious.

You let out a deep sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. "Here we go." You groan, knowing what's coming next.

"Who?" Folio asks, joining the conversation. He leans forward on the couch, looking at you with interest. "And why haven't we met him?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." You say, trying to avoid the topic. "I'll let you know when I'm ready, just as I told Jolly." You whine, hoping they'll drop it.

"He probably doesn't exist," Ruffilo says, adding his two cents. He smirks at you, trying to get a reaction. "When have we ever seen y/n in a relationship?" He teases you, knowing you're sensitive about it.

"Suspicious," Noah says, nodding his head. He looks at you with a mock-serious expression. "What's his name?" He asks, playing detective. You walk towards the door, feeling annoyed. You put your hand on the handle and say, "I date. I just don't bring them around you guys because you are menaces to society." You open the door and walk out, feeling a fresh air breeze.

You hear Jolly tell them to stop as he follows you outside. He catches up with you and puts his arm around you as you walk to his car. "Should we go to that food truck you like downtown?" He asks while starting the vehicle. "It's Taco Tuesday." He smiles, knowing it will put you in a better mood.

You nod, "You know me so well." You say, feeling grateful for his friendship. "Let's definitely do that."

"He's not here," Noah says from the couch, his voice flat and emotionless. You feel disappointed as you stop and divert from running upstairs. "Ok," you quietly say, trying to sound casual. You set your guitar against the wall, not wanting to bring it with you as you walk into the living room.

Ruffilo and Folio are wasting time on their phones, showing each other memes and laughing. Noah is playing a video game but doesn't seem to enjoy it. He glances up at you, giving you a quick smile that doesn't reach his eyes, and then yells, "Fuck!" He tosses his controller next to him, frustrated by his defeat. "I hate this game."

You snicker at him, amused by his childish reaction.

He playfully glares at you, pretending to be offended. "Don't laugh at me."

"I can't help it. You make it easy." You tease, sitting next to him on the couch.

He just sighs, turning to face you, giving you his full attention. "You've been here a lot lately. What's going on?" He says, smiling like he knows something you don't.

You shake your head, not wanting to give yourself away. "Jolly's been helping me learn a song. Is that ok with you?" You say, acting innocent.

"Your new guy won't get mad?" He teases. "I'd feel a little intimidated if my girlfriend was hanging out with some hot Swedish guy."

"Noah." You groan, rolling your eyes.

He kicks his feet up on the coffee table and leans back, putting his arms behind his head and watching you with a playful smile. "Is he even real?" He asks, challenging you to admit the truth.

You shake your head, stubbornly sticking to your story. "The guy is real. Situations a little wonky." You quietly say the last part.

Nicholas looks up from his phone, his eyes falling on you. He's got a playful glint in his eye, and you already feel exhausted by what he will do. "Give us a hint. What's he look like?" He asks, joining the conversation.

You decide to go with something vague and generic. "He's tall, a brunette, and super attractive." You say, hoping to sound convincing.

Noah laughs; he can't contain his smile. "You just described all of our friends." He laughs.

"Talented, modest, hilarious...compassionate, kind."

"That's not helpful." Noah scolds. "Need more description."

You twirl your finger in your hair playfully, biting your lip and trying to act coy. "Tattoos, nose piercing, pretty jolly." You add, dropping a hint that only Noah seemed to catch.

Noah's mouth drops as you say the last part, his eyes widening in shock. He leans forward and points his finger at you accusingly. "I fucking knew it." He says, his voice low and serious. He's been suspecting you have a crush on Jolly for a while. He's seen the way you look at him, the way you laugh at his jokes, the way you blush when he compliments you. "Alright, I say go for it!"

You shake your head, watching the Nicks' clueless faces. They exchange confused looks as if they were asked a question to which they didn't know the answer. They're always slow to catch on.

Noah rolls his eyes at their ignorance. "Come on, guys. It's not that hard… He's pretty jolly…JOLLY…” He says, stressing the last word, hoping it will click for them.

They both turn to you, their eyes widening in surprise. They gasp, their mouths forming perfect O's. "Wait, you mean Jolly is your boyfriend?" Ruffilo asks, sounding shocked and curious.

You shake your head no. "There was never a boyfriend. I just wanted Jolly to help me with a song, but I didn't want him to know it was for him yet, and then you guys made a big deal out of it, and somehow I ended up with a boyfriend." You say, rambling nervously.

Noah smiles, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He knows you're shy and likes to make you squirm. "Do you want me to be your wingman?" He asks, grinning. "I can help."

"Nope," You say, popping the P, "What I need is for you to not say a fucking word and let me do this on my own. I'm a big girl; I got this." You pull out your phone, glancing at the time, and see a text from Jolly asking if you can reschedule. You text back, saying no worries.

You stand up, stretching your arms, feeling restless and anxious. "I'm gonna go. Please, for the love of god, don't say anything to him; I'm serious." You say, pointing back and forth at them. "I wanna do this on my own." You say, hoping they will respect your wishes.

Noah shrugs, pretending to be indifferent. "I won't. I have better things to do with my time." He says, but you can tell he's lying. He loves to meddle. He watches you nod in agreement and leave the room, excited to see what happens next. "See ya!" He shouts as you go, waving his hand.

"We're gonna tell him, right?" Folio asks eagerly as the door closes. "Cause I want to tell him." He says, grinning.

Noah laughs as the door opens again, revealing Jolly, who looks semi-distressed. "Is y/n here?" He asks, scanning the room for any sign of you. He looks to the side and sees your guitar sitting by the door, a reminder of the song you were working on together.

"Just missed her," Nick says, pulling his eyes away from his phone.

Noah smiles, turning around and leaning his weight against the couch. He props his arms up and rests his head on his hands, acting casually. He sees an opportunity to tease Jolly. He's not going to let that chance pass by. "Nope, well, she and that guy were here." He says, making up a story. "Pretty cool, dude." He says, lying.

"They were here?" Jolly says, stepping into the living room. "You met him?" He asks, hoping to get some information.

Ruffilo says, "Yep. Nice guy. Seems to treat her good, he fits in." He says, joining Noah's prank.

He decides to describe Jolly in a way that makes him sound like someone else.

"He's tall, has long dark hair, and is covered in tattoos. Handsome as fuck." He says, laughing. He knows Jolly has all those features, but he also knows Jolly doesn't see himself as attractive.

"Oh," Jolly says as he sits down. He pulls out his phone, acting unbothered: If you're free tonight, I can drop off the guitar you left here and run through some stuff.

"You're not curious what his name is or anything?" Noah asks.

Jolly shakes his head, "Not really."

Yeah, I'm free. I must've just missed you.

Jolly's eyes sparkled like stars as he watched you play the guitar gracefully and skillfully. He felt admiration and pride as he saw how much you had improved with every practice session you shared. He bobbed his head to the rhythm, showing off some silly dance moves while you played, and he even sang along with the lyrics in his deep voice while you tried to focus on your chords and not the handsome man in front of you. He wore his favorite sweater and jeans. His hair was messy from running his fingers through it. You felt your heart skip a beat every time he smiled at you. "You're so distracting." You complained, stopping in the middle of the song. "You really need to work on your dancing, Jolly. That was cringeworthy even for me." You teased him with a smirk, hoping he would catch the playful tone in your voice.

He laughed, a sound that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. "I was just trying to make you laugh, you've been too tense today." He said softly, his eyes full of concern. He reached out and touched your cheek gently, making you blush.

You sighed, leaning forward on your couch and resting your guitar on your lap. You loved the way it felt in your hands, the way it sounded when you played it. "I just want this to be perfect because if it's not, everything will fall apart." You said in a dramatic tone, exaggerating your worries.

"What are you afraid of?" He asked, raising his eyebrow curiously. He moved closer to you, his arm around your shoulder. He smelled mints and cologne, a scent that made you feel safe and comfortable. "It sounds amazing." He said sincerely, his voice low and soothing.

You looked at him and then back at the guitar, placing your fingers on the strings again. "I need help with this part but you distracted me." You strummed the guitar and started to sing the song softly.

You hoped he would understand the meaning behind the words and the feelings behind the melody. You felt your finger slip from the string and strummed the wrong pattern. You cursed under your breath, feeling frustrated. "My brain won't let me do this." You groaned loudly, feeling like giving up.

Jolly nodded, "Let me try something." He said, turning toward you and sliding behind you. You felt his chest press against your back as he leaned forward. His arms wrapped around you, holding your hands. He was warm and solid, and you felt your body relax against his. "Put your fingers back where you had them." He instructed, his voice in your ear. He took your other hand, "Relax your hand, I'm going to do the strumming for you. Just follow along. I want you to see the pattern." He said gently, his breath on your neck. He moved your hand to the pace it needed to be at, matching the song's rhythm. You felt his heartbeat quickening the closer he was to you. You wondered if you made him nervous or if he felt the same way you did. He gently moved your hand to the pace it needed to be at. You couldn't focus, though, not with how close his face was to yours. You turned your head to look at him, and he looked down at you with a warm smile. His eyes were dark and intense, and his lips were slightly parted. Your lips were so close you could almost feel them on his, and god, did you want to.

You feel your body tighten at the thoughts, feeling nervous about what your own mind was thinking. "Anyway," You clear your throat, standing up and walking to the guitar stand. "I think that's all I've got in me tonight."

Jolly leans forward, a smile on his lips. He gently nods as he stands up. You see something different in his eyes this time, was he flustered? You smile at the idea; maybe this wouldn't be too hard after all.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He reaches out to hug you, and you gently fall against him, thankful for giving you something you needed. Reassurance.

You'd been practicing with Jolly for two weeks now. He was supportive and patient, guiding you through the final step of adding lyrics to the tune.

He sat beside you on his bed, beaming pridefully as you played the guitar flawlessly. But when the time came to sing, you felt nervous. You knew you were not a great vocalist but determined to do your best. You wanted to impress and make him feel the song was dedicated to him.

"I can't help but fall in love...with you." You sang the last part. You lifted your eyes to see his reaction.

He smiled and placed his hand on your shoulder. "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard." He praised. "Your mystery guy is a lucky man. You'll have to tell me how he reacts."

You bit your lip with anticipation, your eyes roaming over his face as you decided to tell him. You took a deep breath and set the guitar aside; you turned to face him, clasping your hands in your lap. "He said it was the most beautiful thing he ever heard and that the guy is lucky..." You trailed off as you watched Jolly's head tilt with confusion.

"No, that's what I said."

You looked at him nervously, nodding your head, "Surprise?" You whispered, losing your confidence a little.

"Me?" His eyes widened as he pointed to himself. "I'm the guy?"

You nodded, biting your lip again. "Yeah." He stared at you in disbelief, his mouth slightly open. "You...you like me?" He asked, his voice barely audible. "You sang this for me?"

You felt your cheeks heat up as you nodded again. "Yes, Jolly. A lot. I've liked you since the day we met. I was hoping you would feel the same way." He blinked a few times as if processing your words. Then, he broke into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling joyfully. "I do, Y/N. I do feel the same way. I've liked you for so long. You're everything I ever dreamed of in a girl. And I love this song. It's perfect. Just like you." He leaned in closer, his hand moving from your shoulder to your cheek. He gently cupped your face, his thumb stroking your skin. He looked into your eyes, his gaze full of love and admiration. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his breath warm on your lips. You smiled and closed the gap, pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back eagerly, his other hand wrapping around your waist. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.

You felt happiness and relief, knowing that he felt the same way.

You kissed him with all your passion and emotion, pouring your heart into the kiss. He responded in kind, kissing you with all the tenderness and affection he had, making you feel loved and cherished.

You broke the kiss after a few moments, both breathless and smiling. You rested your forehead against his, your eyes locked.

"How did I miss this?" He chuckled as he hugged you tightly, "I can't believe how clueless I was."

You giggled against his chest, "I mean, I did try to throw you off by saying it was someone else."

He laughed, kissing the top of your head. "I saw some signs. I just ignored them, because you said it was someone else." He admitted. "I thought I was imagining things."

You laughed as you pulled away from his embrace, looking into his dark eyes with amusement. "Are you happy?" You asked.

He nodded, "I'm happiest when I'm with you."

[jennay]

HoneyBee

Master list

You were the only one who could do it. Did you want to? No, of course not. Did you beg Noah to come with you? Yes, but Noah was adamant that if he was there, you wouldn't confess your feelings to Jolly, not that you had the courage to do that with or without him by your side.

You would wait until the next time you saw Jolly; this wasn't a permanent goodbye.

This was just a temporary separation, and you could tell him how you felt when you met again.

Nobody could blame you for being highly emotional; you dropped off one of your closest friends at an airport without knowing when they would return.

You park the car in the airport parking lot and turn off the engine. You look at Jolly in the passenger seat, struggling to hold back your emotions as you say farewell. "I hate this." You tell him. "I hate this so much." You try to blink back the tears; you didn't want to be this emotional. You tried to act like it was just another tour, but this time, you'd have Noah to keep you company.

"Aw, it's going to be okay, kitten." His hand cups your cheek as you let out a small whimper. You feel his thumb wipe away the tear, and instead of feeling comforted, it makes you want to cry more. "Come on," He says, getting out of the car, "Walk with me."

You nod, leave the car, and take a deep breath. You feel the cold air hit your face, making your tear-stained cheeks sting instantly. You walk over to his side of the car, avoiding his gaze. He hoists his bag over his shoulder, and with his free arm, he wraps it around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as the two of you walk towards the terminal.

"What's got you so upset? You know this isn't forever. It never is." You shake your head, wondering if you should spill the beans now.

"It doesn't make it any easier. We don't know when you'll come back… it's always like this." You stop before the security gate, knowing it's time to part ways with one of your dearest friends.

Jolly gently drops his bag to the floor, enveloping you in a hug, almost lifting your feet. "C'mon honey bee. I'll be back soon enough." He softly kisses your temple and gently sets you down, "Plus, you have Noah." He smiles like he knows something, but he doesn't know anything at all. "Maybe with me out of the picture, the two of you can see where things go, and when I get back, you'll be living happily ever after."

You roll your eyes. "It's not like that with Noah. I've told you that so many times." You remind him.

"Denial." He says, hugging you one last time. You wrap your arms around his waist tightly, not wanting him to leave.

"Stop it." You say, pressing your face closer to his chest. "It's Noah, he's gross… I've known him half my life, and I'm not into him. I don't know how he's ever gotten a girlfriend, honestly." You tease, knowing that you are exaggerating. Noah wasn't gross, but he was like a brother to you.

Joakim pulls away, looking down at you with a smirk, "Alskling…" He trails off, "You'll see."

You sigh, pulling out of his embrace, "You should get going, or I'll keep you here, and we'll both be in trouble." You smile, but you want to cry. "Call me when you get home?" You sadly speak.

He smiles, "You'll be the first to know I'm safe and sound."

Knocking on your front door snaps you from your thoughts. You look up, wondering who it could be. You didn't have any missed calls or text messages.

The knocking persists, growing more impatient by the second. You hear Noah's voice through the door. "Come on, open up! I have something important to tell you!"

You sigh and roll your eyes at Noah's urgency. He always acts like everything is a matter of life and death, which drives you insane.

You get up from the couch, close your laptop, and walk to the door. "Hold on, I'm coming!" You shout while unlocking the door and swinging it open. "What the hell, do you know what time it is?"

You step aside as Noah barges in, looking excited and restless. He walks over to the couch and sits on the armrest, his smile wide and mischievous. He has a secret that he wants to share. You recognize that face from many times before.

He looks like he hasn't slept, wearing the same sweats and sweater as yesterday. His hair is messy and falls over his forehead. His stubble is growing longer and darker. His eyes dart around you, eager for you to join him on the couch.

"Are you okay?" You ask, furrowing your brows. "What's up?"

He grabs an envelope from his pocket and flings it on your lap. "Open it."

You tear into the envelope, grabbing the paper inside. "Is this!?" You squeal reading it. "When did you? How did? How do you have all my info?" You say, reading your name on the ticket that Noah got you. You stand up, wrapping your arms tightly around Noah's shoulders. "You know what? I don't even care. Thank you!"

He laughs, trying to regain his balance. "You're welcome." He pauses as he adjusts himself from falling off the armrest. "It's really for me. I'm getting tired of you moping around."

You shrug, "Sorry, I miss my friend."

"Boyfriend." He laughs. "He's my friend, and you don't see me acting this way." He stands up, walking to the door, "I just wanted to give that to you. Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday for the year." He opens the door and pauses before leaving, looking over his shoulder at you before exiting. "He thinks it's me visiting; figured you'd want it to be a surprise."

You smile while clasping your hands together. "You're amazing, Noah."

Sarcastically, he says, "Until your next mood swing!" and closes the door behind him, exiting before you can say anything back.

"Fuck you!" You scream at him, laughing like a bit of a psychopath.

You walk across the room and snatch your cell phone from the coffee table. You glance at the clock and see that it's midnight. You smile, knowing that Jolly would be awake now in his time zone.

You flop down on your bed, fluffing your pillows and pulling the covers over you. You dial his number and wait eagerly for his voice to fill your ears.

"Hello, Sweet Pea." you hear his voice speak. "What are you doing up still?"

You giggle, "I was working on some new designs, and Noah rudely showed up at my house to brag about how he gets to see you!"

"Ah, yes. Two days till the dummy is here." He teases. "You should hop in his backpack and come with him."

"What will I do with my two favorite people out of the country?" You lightly laugh, wishing you could tell him the truth. You knew he would be happy to see you, but it didn't stop you from overthinking every situation. Would you finally confess your feelings? Would he reciprocate the feelings? Would he still try to convince you it was supposed to be you and Noah? Maybe he would deny having any form of attraction due to him still thinking you secretly had feelings for Noah.

"I'm telling you…get in his suitcase." He laughs, but inside, he somewhat wants you to do just that.

"I wish I could, but you know… work, my life, everything. I wish he would have told me sooner. I could've made the time." You try your best to sound upset. "I really do miss you."

"I miss you too, honey bee." You hear a tinge of sadness in his voice, and the line goes quiet before he adds. "I don't want to cut this short, but I know if I don't, you'll stay up all night. You need to get some sleep, and work unfortunately awaits you."

You lightly frown. "But I work from a computer… it's not that big of a deal."

"In an office." He reminds you, "Where your bosses bother you at any moment they desire."

You turn off your side lamp, making it dark in your room, and you snuggle close to your pillows and try to hide the yawn that escapes your lips. "I guess you're right." You didn't mean to sound upset, but you were tired, and being away from someone who had your heart completely without even knowing it was enough to make you feel miserable. You knew you were able to take the trip. You had so much PTO saved, and honestly, at this point, you were willing to lose the job if it meant taking this trip. It wasn't the most responsible thought, but you knew you were good enough at your job to find another one.

"I'll try to come soon." You quietly say.

"I know. Get some sleep. You can text me when you get to the office. I'm going to a parade this afternoon with my mum. I'll send you pictures." You can hear the smile in his voice. "Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Jolly."

You were feeling uneasy being in such a vast airport all by yourself, waiting for someone unaware of your arrival.

As you were heading down the stairs, you caught sight of Jolly walking through the door. You smiled widely as he sat down on one of the chairs.

You received a text from Noah, and your heart skipped a beat as you read it. Jolly had arrived. You smiled like an idiot as you texted, "I see him." You shoved your phone into your pocket and tried to act casual as you quickly walked over to him. He didn't even look up from his phone. It wasn't until you were standing right in front of him that he realized what was going on. He looked stunned as his brown eyes wandered your face, and finally, he smiled, quickly standing up and wrapping you in his arms. "What's this?" He rocked you side to side, squeezing you. "Where's Noah?" He asked, not letting go of you.

"It's just me. Are you disappointed?" You said with a laugh.

"No, never." He gently pulled away from you, looking you in the eyes, pure joy showing through as he smiled. "If I let go, will you still be here?" He pulled you back to his body, nearly knocking your beanie off in the process.

"Yes, unless you squeeze me to death."

He loosens his arms from around you but doesn't completely let go as you make your way to the baggage claim.

"I can't believe you kept this a secret…" He nearly giggles, still amazed you're there with him.

"It was so hard. You have no idea." You walk up to the conveyor belt, grab your bag, and Jolly instantly grabs it from your hands. "Got it." He says, heaving it over his shoulder.

"Such a gentleman." You say, smiling.

You follow Jolly out of the airport, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He smirks at you and opens the trunk of his car. He tosses your luggage inside and slams it shut. You shiver as the cold air hits you, making you regret not wearing a jacket. You hurry to the passenger side and get in, hoping to warm up soon. "Why is it so fucking cold here?" You ask him as he joins you in the driver's seat. "This is awful."

He laughs and starts the car. He turns on the heater and drives away from the airport. "It will heat up in a moment. I'm happy you're here." He says, looking at you with a big grin.

You smile back and say, "Me too. Sorry, Noah picked such a late flight. I didn't have any say in that. He just handed me the tickets and told me to go."

He reaches for your hand and squeezes it gently. "I bet you're sleepy," he says, still smiling. "I'll get you nice and tucked in on the couch." He chuckles, "It was made pretty carelessly. But I'll find something better for you."

You chat with him as he drives, trying to stay awake. You're curious about his life here, but you also feel tired from the long flight. You wonder how long it will take to get to his place.

After a while, he pulls into the driveway of a small house. You sigh in relief, glad to be finally there. He turns off the car and gets out. He opens the trunk and takes out your bags. He tells you to follow him inside.

You walk through the door and see a cozy living room with a couch, a TV, and some books on a shelf. On the sofa, there is a bed made with pillows and blankets. You smile, appreciating his effort. You look around the rest of the house, noticing how neat it is.

"You can get comfortable." He politely says

You take off your shoes and lie down on the couch. You pull the blanket over yourself and close your eyes. You feel exhausted but also happy to be with him.

He returns from his bedroom after changing and sees you on the couch. He smiles softly, knowing how tired you must be. He kneels next to you. He gently cups your cheek and strokes it with his thumb. You open your eyes slightly and see him looking at you with affection.

"I'm so tired," you whisper.

"I know," he whispers back. "Get some sleep. I wanted to tell you if you needed me for anything, you can come wake me up."

You nod your head and close your eyes again.

"Goodnight, Alskling." He says, using his nickname for you.

"Goodnight, Jolly."

He stands up and walks to his bedroom. He closes the door behind him and lies down on his bed. He thinks about you and smiles, happy and content you're there with him, and he'd wake up to your presence in the morning.

But unfortunately you wake up in the middle of the night, feeling fear in your stomach. You had a nightmare, probably because you were too exhausted. You wish you could fall asleep again, but you keep tossing and turning on the couch.

You cover your head with a pillow, hoping to calm your nerves, but the more you think about your dream, the more anxious you become.

You decide to change into something more comfortable, hoping that would help you relax. You throw off the blankets and reach for your bag. You find your pajamas and put them on, remembering how you fell asleep in your jeans.

You curl up on the couch again, holding your phone. You start watching funny videos, trying to distract yourself from your fear. You feel your eyelids getting heavy, but as soon as you drift off, you jerk awake.

You try again, but the nightmare comes back. "Great." You groan and get up.

You don't want to disturb Jolly, but you are too scared to stay alone in a strange place. You don't know what else to do.

You push away the blankets and put your feet on the cold wooden floor. You stand up and use your phone as a flashlight. You walk down the hall, looking for Jolly's room.

You slowly walk in and stop at his bed, attempting to be quiet.

You see him lying on his side, turned toward you. You gently place your hand on his shoulder, "Jolly…" you quietly say, but he hardly moves. You say his name once again, "Jolly."

His eyes flutter open, and through the light on your phone, you see his tired eyes observe you.

You apologize, telling him that you had a nightmare and you can't sleep.

He nods, understanding, and reaches out to you with his warm hands. "C'mere honeybee." He says softly, opening his arms, inviting you to lay in his cozy bed. You're eyes wander over his bare chest, admiring his tattooed body. His muscles in his arms flex as he holds his arms out to you, and butterflies float in your stomach.

You feel hesitation, knowing that this could be crossing a friendship boundary that you've never crossed before. You wonder what would happen if things didn't play out how you wanted them to. Would you be able to handle the pain of having been in his arms and knowing what it felt like, only to lose it all?

Jolly peeks his eye again, noticing your reluctance, and waves you in with a gentle smile. "It's cold, hurry up." He says in a sleepy voice, making you chuckle.

You decide to take the risk and join him on the bed, sitting down on the side and turning on your side to face him.

He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you loosely, making you feel safe and warm. "Don't be scared. It's just me." He whispers in your ear, snuggling you closer to his chest. "I've got you." He assures you.

And that was the moment you realized you were absolutely fucked by your feelings.

Part Two