#thom yorke x reader

[graciepasty]

Carl Grimes. The Walking Dead (2010).

[nobodyinthenight]

I LOVE RADIOHEAD DHDHDJSJSKOSJESJN

[aemondseyepatch]

TWILIGHT (AU) 

— ewan mitchell as edward cullen

Made this edit just for funsies because Insider made a fancast list for the twilight reboot, and they pick Ewan as Edward. If you think this is funny or absurd, don’t worry because even myself is not a big fan of the idea. I rather see Ewan as Caius or any member of the Volturi :p

[jemblespee]

You Do It To Yourself: A Morrissey x Reader Adventure

Thom was quite annoyed when his concert was interrupted by the sudden crash-landing of Steven Morrissey. Morrissey groaned as he rose to his feet, looking around him and seeing that he had landed in a group of thoroughly depressed-looking middle aged men. He tried to use his vegan abilities to return to (y/n), his one true love, but to no avail.

How could this be? He had never once broken vegan code.

He put his hand to his mouth. Of course, throughout his multiple beatings he had tasted his own blood. (Note for reader: blood is not vegan).

"To hell with it," he swore under his breath, turning to the stage to see Radiohead staring down at him.

Morrissey had never had any personal issues with the band, but Johnny Greenwood, being a member of the Coalition of Guitar-Playing Johnnies, shared his ally's contempt for the man he saw below. The band began to play.

But this was no regular music.

It was evil music.

Thom had heard about the break up, through the microphones that he had implanted in various frogs around (y/n)'s general area, and thought that perhaps if he could end Morrissey once and for all, you would love him as he loved you.

They began to play. Morrissey felt nothing as the opening riff of "Let Down" rang across the stadium, but as the song progressed he felt it. It was slow at first, just a lightness in the feet, until eventually he was hovering completely in the air, then the good part kicked in.

Morrissey felt himself ascend. Thrown through space and time he saw the face of god, before crashing down right on your doorstep. But how could he ever win you back? He sat on the doorstep and wept like a little bitch.

The End

[ben-pincus]

nevermind lads we're back to relating to radiohead's creep

[dirtybitfic]

Vibe drive-

Contains- deep convo , smutt , riding, spanking , chocking, face fucking , face riding, dommatt, rough sex, daddy kink, pet names like- slut, whore , cum slut , baby etc. video taping.

Matt x fem reader

Matt just woke me up at 4 am saying he couldn't sleep and wanted to go for a drive . I agreed because I know he wouldn't call me if he didn't need me , i'm guessing he's having a rough night .

Matt just pulled up as I jog down my stairs in my slippers and oversized sweatshirt not caring how I look since my hairs going to get fucked up from the wind .

I get into the car giving him a quick hug before we're off .

" So what's up ?" I ask looking over at him . He glances at me before sighing heavily and shaking his head.

“It’s Lia … I caught her cheating on me” he says In a pissed off tone .

“Oh my god Matt … I’m sorry you had to see that “ I say rubbing his arm slowly . “Nah it’s fine I mean I’m just pissed off honestly I’m not gonna cry about it … I just hate that I wasted so much time on her” he says they let’s out a short spiteful laugh.

“ no I get it … honestly I kinda hated her anyways so her loss” I say smiling and looking out of the window. Lia was an absolute bitch , nope actually she was a raging CUNT. She was always talking shit about me or saying snide comments to me when Matt wasn’t paying attention. I never told him about the shit she would say or do since I thought he seemed really happy with her and didn’t want to ruin that.

“Oh trust me I know … I’m sorry I let her treat you like she did “ he says giving me a sympathetic look, I give him a confused one “ wait you knew about how she acted towards me ?” I ask kind of hurt that he let it happen but I kinda understand why he did … I guess. “ we’ll I’d catch her whispering things to you when she thought h wasn’t paying attention and from your body’s reaction I could tell she wasn’t saying anything nice … and she tried to get me to stop talking to you manyyy times so it was obvious she had something against you “ he explains and I nod slowly. “ yeah she definitely did not like me I can tell you that for sure … I will say i feel bad she cheered in you but I’m glad she gone now” I say and a smiles letting out a small chuckle. “ yeah me too “ he smiles then hands me his phone . “ play some music we’re gonna drive to the beach “ he says before taking the turn onto the road that leads us to the cape house.

I queue up some songs I know he likes and a couple wild cards I’m not sure he’ll like or not .

Wild card songs

As we were driving in comfortable silence listening to music we would occasionally talk about parts of the songs we liked the most . I was happy to hear he liked all the wild card songs especially the one in playing right now as we slowly pull into the parking lot at the beach access. “This one is good add it to my liked “ he says as he turns off the car .

We get out and head into the house going up to his room where we always keep a couple things just incase we forget something when we come down here. I grab a bikini from one of the drawers and go to the bathroom to change . I come back as Matt is tying the strings of his trunks . “Ready ?” He asks as he grabs his shirt and throws in on . “Yep” I chirp back and throw my big sweatshirt back on. I caught him looking me up and down but I just smirked and started walking to the door.

We made our way to the beach walking closely together . The silence was comfortable. The moon was still shining and the starts were bright lighting the dark roads. We make it to the beach and I immediately rub down to the water jumping into it laughing as I watch him run in after me . He runs into the water splashing me in the process. I swim closer to him wrapping my arms around his back and rest my head on his shoulder . “ I’m glad you called me this is nice” I whisper as I take in the scenery. The beach had a thick foggy mist casting over it and the water is glistening from the moon. It’s eery but beautiful at the same time. “In just glad I always have you when I need you” he says back making me smile . He turns to face me hoisting me up and making me wrap my legs around his hips as he hugs me close. It’s very always felt so comfortable in his arms , he makes me feel safe and calm almost like the world stops when we’re together . He buries his head in my chest and I play with his hair as he groans into my tits making me giggle. “Sorry that just feels so good” he says as he holds me even closer. “Yeah?” I say back in a tone that sounds slightly seductive. “Mhmm” he groans into my chest and I smile as I continue playing with his hair as the water ripples around us. It feels like a sweet innocence moment until Matt uses his nose to push my too off of one of my tits and starts sucking in my nipple making me gasp “Matt” I gasp in chock but he just keep his eyes closed as he sucks harder making my hips buck and a whimper to escape my lips. He looks so needy and innocent right now, it’s kind of adorable. “M-Matt are you sure this is a good I-idea” I stutter out as he moves to the next one giving my other nipple attention as I grind into him making him groan. He comes off with a pop and looks into my eyes with a hungry look “ we’re gonna go back to the house and I’m going to fuck you into oblivion” he stated and I look at him shocked but also turned on by his words “o-okay” I squeak out as I bite my lip. “Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you … having your best friend dick so deep inside you … making you cum over and over until your crying and begging for me to stop” he whispers into my ear as he slowly slides me back down into the water. I moan at his words and as my feet hug the sand again I’m immediately making my way out of the water . I hear him chuckles behind me as he watches me practically rush out of the water . “ eager aren’t we” he jokes and I feel slightly humiliated with how eager I really am to get back to the house . “ yeah now let’s get back to that fucking house “ I say back as I slightly jog back to the road . He jogs behind me catching up and I hear a groan come from him . I look back to see him watching my ass giggle and I smile . “Damn” he whispers as he bites his lip and slaps my as making me squeak . “ can’t wait to watch that clap back into me” he whispers In my ear and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips making him smirk in satisfaction at the way I react to his words.

The second we get back to the house I’m running up the stairs to the shower throwing off my bikini and turning in the hot water waiting for it to warm . Matt walks in behind me looking me up and down taking in my naked body . I get slightly nervous as my hands move to cover in my pussy and tits but he grabs my wrists shoving them back down to my sides “ don’t hide from me “ he growls and I nod looking down still feeling nervous. I’ve thought about Matt in sexual ways before more times than I’d like to admit but he had a gf and I never felt it was right to act in my feelings giving he’s also been my best friend for so many years. He pulls his bottoms off and my mouth literally drops when I see his size . He thick and lengthy as had many veins running from tip to base, I want to lick them so bad. I step into the shower and he follows at I step into the water rinsing off all the sand and ocean water from my body the best I can without and soap. I move out of the water so he can do the same . I watch as his body tightens with specific movements but I eyes ultimately land on his large pulsing dick .

I drop to my knees and he looks down smirking “you wanna suck it?” He asks in a sweet tone and I nod. “ go on” he says and I do ,as I hold the shaft with my hand unable to fully wrap my hand around it and give the head a couple licks making him groan. I look up at him smiling innocently before I take the head into my mouth and suck he’s so thick I can barely fit my mouth around him . I focus on the head not by choice but because i literally can’t go any farther . “ take more I know you can” he says as he grabs my hair . I shake my head as I try but come off with a cough “ I c-can’t your too big” I whine and he smirks as he tightens the grip on my hair making me hiss “open that slutty little mouth f’me” he demands and I do as he slides back into my mouth forcing me down as he fucks my face. I’m gagging and coughing as his dick reaches the back of my throat, tears are falling down my face mixed with water that is cascading down from the shower head. “Fuck atta girl swallowing my cock just like that” he groans making me moan as wetness pools between my legs. He continues thrusting full force into my mouth , gagging and coughing I smack his thigh to let him know I need a second to breathe but he doesn’t seem to care. “So close baby fuck keep fucking gagging” he groans as his hips stutter and his dick twitches. A couple more thrusts and his cum was filling my throat. He pulls out with a pop and I swallow and cough as I try to catch my breath. Matt stands over me with that's smirk that drives me wild . I look up at him and smile as he helps me back up onto my feet and turns off the water.

We get out as I bend down to garb a towel from the cabinet jolting forward when his hand comes down harshly on my ass making me squeal. "MATT" I say as I smack his chest " sorry couldn't help it" he shrugs with a smirk taking the other towel I grabbed for him. We quickly dry off , as I wrap the towel around my body Matt grabs me and throws me over his shoulder making me giggle as he b lines it to the bedroom. He leaves the door open since we're the only ones here and throws me down on the bed. " I want you to ride my face" he says in a deep tone making me shiver. I've never done that before because it scares me to be honest , I can feel my face getting hot as he looks at me waiting for me to answer. " matt ... no " I say as I scoot away and he narrows his eyes. " Well I wasn't asking I was telling you " he says back through gritted teeth and I whimper . " No Matt I'm too heavy for that type of shit" I say as I look away from him now feeling embarrassed . His hand comes around my neck quickly forcing me to look at him " you are not heavy y/n , your perfect now let me make you feel good " he says as he searches my eyes for a sign . " o-okay" I stutter out and he smiles as he lays down . I straddle his face barely putting my wait down and he slaps my outer thigh making me groan " Don't fucking hover sit this pretty little pussy on my face" he growls and I cant help the moan that escapes my mouth from his words. I slowly lower myself down as his tongue darts out and flicks my clit I cry out in pleasure. He grabs my thighs bringing me all the way down to his mouth as he laps and sucks my pussy . Im moaning loudly asp pleasure corses though my body , I cant help but rock my hips a little bit as the pleasure gets more intense and my legs start to tremble . I grab a hold of the bed frame as my breathing gets louder . " Fuck you taste so good " Matt groans before going back to sucking on my clit . " Oh Fuck M-MATT" I cry out as one of my hands moves down to his hair gripping tightly as he holds my thighs in a tight grip to prevent me from moving . The constant assault on my clit has me shaking and trembling . " MATT MATT oh my god I-im gonna cum" I moan as my head fall forward and I look down to see him looking up at me with dark eyes . Immediately i'm sent over the edge with a scream as I cum all over his face and he groans lapping up my juices .

He lets go of my thighs and I immediately fall next to him panting . "did so good for me " he says as he moves over me starting to place kisses down my neck to my tits taking one in his mouth as I moan . He leaves dark hickeys all over my chest and neck . Coming back up he brings me into a deep passionate kiss that practically has me putty in his hands. His hand is wrapped snuggly around my throat as the kiss gets sloppy and his dick rubs through my wet folds as he grinds into me making me whimper at the sensitivity when it rubs over my clit. " you gonna be a good girl and take all of it" he asks as he presses his tip to my entrance . I nod quickly as I buck into him just wanting him to slide in already. He slaps me across the face making me moan . " Use your words " he growls as he slaps my pussy with his hard dick making me buck my hips . " Y-yes ill take it all" I whimper still waiting for him to enter me . " Yes what" he says as I groan knowing what he wants " Yes daddy please just fuck me" I moan and he smiles widely as he slams into me giving me no time to adjust to his size. Im whimpering as pain corses through me from how much he's stretching me . " F-fuck matt mm I-it hurts" I whimper out as I try and push him away . " aww you poor thing" he whines back as he grabs my legs putting them on his shoulders making him hit even deeper inside of me . " FUCK MMM" I scream as he continuously hits my g spot . " Good fucking girl taking me so well" he groans as he chokes me . Im crying and shaking as my orgasm approaches " don't fucking cum until I tell you to is that clear" he growls and I nod , he slaps me again before I stutter out a response " y-yes sir" I moan as I try and hold it back . Its becoming painful to hold it back and I finally break when he presses down on where he's bulging inside me . My juices spray out of me before I can even apologize he's slapping me.

" I told you not to fucking cum " he growls before he pulls out and flips me over his lap , his hands comes down on my ass harshly so many times I lost count . Im crying and squirming as my ass stings and he finally lets up after one last smack . " are you going to listen from now on?" he asks in a condescending tone. " Y-yes daddy" I whine back as he pulls me up to saddle him . " Now be a good girl and ride it" he says as he slowly lowers me down onto him . I slowly move up and down as his hands grip my sore ass making me whimper . " you better speed up before I do it for you" he orders in a demanding tone and I whimper as I start bouncing at a faster pace . His dick is hitting the perfect spot that has my legs shaking and becoming tired quickly . I slow down again to try and give my legs a break which seems to piss Matt off . He takes a hold of my hair back my back arch as he starts thrusting up into me making me scream " FU-FUCK DADDY OH M-MY GOD" I scream as I feel another orgasm approaching . The squelching sounds get louder and louder " You better fucking beg to cum " he says as he can tell i'm close . " p-please daddy please can I cum " I beg in a pathetically whiny tone . " louder let the whole neighborhood know how much you want me to let you cum " he says and I cry out . "P-PLEASE DADDY PLEASE PLEASE CAN I CUM PLEASE" I scream as my vision starts to blur and pain spreads though me ass I hold back my orgasm for dear life. " Yeah go on make a mess like the little slut you are" he groans and I immediately let go as my juices spray out again completely soaking his and my thighs and stomach . " Good girl . look so hot when you squirt" he groans as he lets go of my hair and my head fall into his chest . I whine as my legs start to give out from shaking so hard. " aww are your legs tired ?" he ask which you sympathy and I nod . He pulls me off of him and slams me down onto my stomach . He gets behind me and lifts my hips slightly off the bed before slamming back into me . His big dick is hitting so deeply at this angle I feel like he's about to come out of my mouth . " f-fuck daddy its so deep " I whine as I claw the sheets trying to get away from him . " Nah uh take it like a good little whore " he groans into my ear as he bits down onto my shoulder making me scream in pleasure .

I feel another orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast as my legs tremble and my ass presses back into him . " S-so close " I whine and I hear him chuckle behind me " so soon?" he ask in a tone that makes me feel humiliated but it also makes me even more wet. " come on be a good girl and cum for me " he says as he grips my hair lifting my head off the bed . " F-FUCK DADDY" I scream as I cum again. He continues pounding into me as my entire body spasms . I'm becoming overstimulated and I don't know how much more I can take . Tears are streaming down my face and my hand flys back to his lower stomach trying to push him away , I would tell him I cant take it but I literally cant seem to get the words out. " Put your fucking hand down " he growls as he grabs my neck and pulls me up to my knees still pounding into me . " M-MATT T-- TOO -M-UCH I CANT" I scream out as I squirt out of no where taking my breathe away.

He pushes me so i'm fully arched for him . My legs are still trembling and my breathing is loud and erratic . He bend over to grab something put i'm too tired to pay that much attention . He slams back into me with out a warning making me scream . " Fuuuck your ass looks so good clapping back on me like this" he groans as he smack it making me scream from the stinging pain of the raw skin from how hard he spanked me just a bit ago. I hear the sound of a videos starting which makes me smile knowing Matt is going to have a video on his phone of this . " Such a dirty little slut taking me so well aren't you " he asks as he grips my hair and angling his phone to capture my fucked out expression . " y- YES DADDY OH MY G-GOD" I cry out as he pounds into me so roughly my entire body is jolting with every movement . "Yeah such a good girl " he praises as he drops my head back down and takes a hold of my hip pulling me back into him . I can tell he's flipped the camera by the fact I can see the flash shining . " god love this fucking ass" he groans as he slaps it a couple times making my body shake . " looks so good with my hand prints on it " he growls as he picks up the pace again and I scream out . I cant help but squirt again with a scream earning as deep groan from him. " DADDY I C-CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE " I Scream as I pull my body away from him making him slide out of me quickly .

He flips me over slapping me there times across my face making me whimper . " You're gonna take it until I fill you with my cum" he grits out and slams back into me . He angles the camera to capture the way he's bulging inside of me . He presses down and I scream . Its hurts so good but I know if he keeps his hand there's I will squirt again and I genuinely don't know if my body can handle another one. My hand comes to wrap around his wrist . ' M-MATT MATT " I scream as try to cry his hand away " Mm mm let go . I don't care how overstimulated you get , how hard you cry. you're gonna be my good little slut and take it " He growls as he pounds me so hard my eyes roll back . I squirt again and my visions goes completely out and my breathing stops for a couple seconds . " J-jesus christ" I hear matt groans as he gets a good angle of my juices flowing out of me .

" Fuck y/n im so fucking close" he groans and I whine. " Fuck please cum in me daddy please" I beg as i'm so overstimulated and fucked out I cant even open my eyes and my legs tremble non stop . " F-fuck " he groans as his thrusts get sloppy but are still rough. I feel an orgasm creating up so quickly I can barely breathe . " Fuck keep squeezing me like that" he moans . I open my eyes as much as I can and look up at him as my eyebrows furrow and my mouth is open . " God fuck you look so fucking hot all fucked out" he moans as he pounds me a couple more times before we both cum ." fuck such a good little cum slut" he groans.

He flops down onto my chest as he ends the video . Im panting and tears are falling down my face . Ive never orgasmed that many times in my life but holy fuck it felt amazing . I know i'm going to be sire Tommorrow but I couldn't care less .

"God why would she ever cheat on you . That was the best sex of my life" I pant out and he laughs. " Probably because she couldn't take it ... we barely had sex " he says back and I gasp. "Sucks for her " I say with a giggle . " and she about to find out exactly what she missing now" he says and I look at him confused . " Oh baby i'm sending her that video" he says with s devilish smile and I cant help but smile " fine by me I know she always hated me because I was friends with you so honestly I hope she cry about it" I say and he pulls himself up and slowly slides out of me making me whimper at how sore my pussy is.

He grabs his phone and send her the video making me smile. " Let's get you cleaned up" he says as he goes to the bathroom and comes out with a warm wet rag as he cleans off my thighs , stomach and pussy . He cleans himself off after and gets into bed with me .

" You know I always wandered what you'd be like in bed but ... wow " I say to him making him laugh. " what didn't expect me to be so dominant?" he asks and I shake my head " Not at all but I fucking loved it" I say back and he smiles pulling me into his chest." Good cause after that i'm gonna be fucking you way more often" he says and I smile " Oh yeah?" I ask " Mhm " he answers before hissing me sweetly.

His phone rings and he picks it up to see "Lia" pop up on the screen . " answer it and out it on speaker " I say with a big smile making him laugh .

"MATT WHAT THE FUCK " Lia shouts through the phone . " Hello to you too" matt says back making me laugh under my breathe. " I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU ... YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME I DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT Y/N AND NOW YOU SEND ME A VIDOE OF YOU FUCKING HER" she screams and you can tell she's crying . " Oh shut the fuck up Lia you literally cheated on me I don't know why you're mad" he says though gritted teeth and for some reason i'm turned on all over again. " okay and you still lied to me about you and her " she says in a whiny annoying tone . " well I don't really care anymore so good night Lia " Matt says calmly and I can hear her scoff . " Fuck you Matt" she says . I decide to piss her off even more " Oh don't worry I just did ... I mean you know that though" I say and end it with a laugh . Matt looks at me shocked but also like he wants to eat name alive . She literally screams before hanging up . Me and Matt bust out laughing at how ridiculous she is .

" God your so hot" he groans as he pulls me onto his lap kissing me "God I could ride you right now" I whine and he smiles " Do it " he orders and I smile before I lift myself up and slam down onto him again and again and again until were both cumming again and are officially to tired to even move.

" Be mine" matt says as we slowly drift to sleep " Ive always been yours matt" I say back before he kisses me good night and we fall asleep.

[chiquititamia]

Sunkissed

🩷Hola mis amores!! Les traigo un pequeño drabble, me ha venido la inspiración divina y lo he tenido que escribir desde el móvil. Espero que lo disfrutéis aunque sea cortito!🩷

Enzo x f!reader

Warnings: soft smut

Si hay algo que te relajaba era el mar. La arena caliente debajo de tu toalla, una lata de coca cola bien fría semi enterrada para que no se moviese. La sensación de la sal en tu piel bronceada. Era algo que necesitabas de vez en cuando. Habías llegado más o menos temprano a la playa, habías plantado tu sombrilla y habías disfrutado de un primer refrescante baño. Ahora, te habías tumbado a descansar.

Era lunes, así que no había más que un par de transeúntes. Cuando la playa se llenaba de verdad era el fin de semana, después de todo. Aprovechando esto, habías decidido quitarle la parte de arriba de tu bikini.No estaría mal broncear un poco tus pechos, que estaban pálidos por la falta de sol. Llevabas puestos tus anteojos de sol cumpliendo una doble función: protegerte de la luz y del contacto visual con los bañistas y algún que otro vendedor ambulante.

Habías olvidado tu libro en casa, así que decidiste dedicar tu tiempo a escuchar música tranquila. Podrías dormirte tranquila, tan sólo habías traído tu vestido y un monederito con algo de cambio para quizás tomar un helado. Si decidieran robarte mientras duermes no sería la gran cosa. Además esta era una playa tranquila.

Dawn chorus de Thom Yorke sonaba a través de tus auriculares. Los tonos repetitivos y tenues resonaban en tu cabeza invitándole a relajarte. Te encontrabas tumbada boca abajo cuando una sombra cambió en la arena y pudiste ver cómo unos pies masculinos habían aparecido delante de ti. Te quitaste los auriculares por si te estaban diciendo algo, y, sin pensarlo, empujaste tu cuerpo con tus manos para incorporarte y levantarte.

Oh Dios mío. No era posible.

- Hola, disculpá, no tendrás fuego?

Era Enzo Vogrincic sosteniendo un cigarro entre sus dedos. Entrecerraba un poco los ojos para no verse cegado por el sol.

Calma. CALMA -pensaste- Encuentra el encendedor y dáselo. Mantén la calma.

-Sí, esperame. -murmuraste

Revolviste en tu tote bag hasta que encontraste el pequeño encendedor morado.

Encendiste el mechero tapando con la otra mano el cigarro para que el viento no apagara la llama. Él había acercado su boca a tus manos para que se lo pudieras encender.

-V-vos sos... Sos vos, verdad? -Bravo por tu elocuencia, pensaste.

-Sí, creo que sí - dijo Enzo riéndose.

-Sí, claro, qué pelotuda. Yo soy muy fan de tu trabajo sabés?

- Ah, mirá, muchas gracias- le dio una amplia calada al cigarro y exhaló el humo hacia arriba. Te miraba con esa sonrisa suya tan seductora, peinando de vez en cuando su cabello con las manos.

No se te ocurría que decir. Estabas en blanco y temías que, ahora que ya había encontrado lo que venía a buscar, se marchase por donde había venido.

-Sé que te tiene que molestar, pero... ¿Te tomás una foto conmigo? Mis amigas me asesinaran si les cuento que te he conocido y no te lo he pedido.

-Sí, claro, pero....

-No hace falta si no, ¿eh? - te arrepentiste de haberlo pedido. Claro que no le apetecía tomarse una foto en la playa donde seguramente solo había ido a relajarse- No te preocupes...

-No, pero... No querés taparte para la foto? -dijo riendo suavemente.

Oh, no. Toda la emoción y tu pendejismo crónico habían nublado un importante asunto: seguías estando en topless.

-Ay! -chillaste, ya roja como un tomate- disculpáme por favor, no me di cuenta- te intentaste cubrir con las manos- qué boluda....

Si no hubiera sido porque eso hubiera supuesto despegar las manos de tu pecho, te hubiera gustado cavar un hoyo con las manos y enterrarte ahí para huir de la vergüenza. Tierra, trágame.

-No, pará, ¿pero porqué te tapás ahora? No pasa absolutamente nada... -seguía sonriendo de una manera condenadamente encantadora.

-Yo no me había dado cuenta de que estaba así, yo...

-Hey, hey -trató de tranquilizarte- te ví los pechos, ¿y qué? Es natural, no tiene nada de malo... Además... - pareció Interrumpirse a si mismo.

Lo miraste interrogante. El rubor aún quemando tus mejillas.

Se sentó en tu toalla como si nada, debajo de tu sombrilla. El gesto te invitó a hacer lo mismo.

-Además son preciosos, bo- dijo mirando al mar con el cigarro entre los labios para volver a dar una calada.

No pudiste evitar reirte y él te miró sonriendo.

-Qué vergüenza, no puedo parar de hacer el ridículo- pensaste en alto

-¿Pero porqué 'el ridículo'? -pareció regañarte con su tono.

-Y, ¿porque me encuentro al mismísimo Enzo Vogrincic y le enseño las peras? -dijiste enfurruñada contigo misma

Ahora fue su turno de reírse.

-Che, no es tan grave el asunto...- apagó el cigarro en tu lata vacía- ¿te estabas bronceando ,no?

-Sí...

- ¿Y cómo va quedando?

Estallaste en risa apretando tus manos contra tu pecho y le miraste

-¿Vos me estás jodiendo?

-No te estoy jodiendo, tengo.. Curiosidad- pareció saborear esa última palabra.

-¿Querés ver? -una voz en tu cabeza te gritaba "Se puede saber que hacés, loca?", pero decidiste ignorarla como si fuera una amiga molesta y responsable y tú estuvieras borracha.

-Obvio - se giró hacia ti.

Here goes nothing, pensaste y descubriste tus pechos ante él.

Enzo resopló por lo bajo y te observó por un par de segundos, para después dirigir su mirada a tus ojos de nuevo.

-Y, les falta un poco, están paliditos -comentó.

-Sí, deberían seguir tomando el sol- concediste con un tono seguro que ni tú sabías de donde venía.

Está claro que esta coqueteando contigo, ¿no? Tu mente iba a mil por hora.

-Tumbáte chiquita- dijo relajadamente, dando un par de toques a su regazo.

Obedeciste, ¿cómo no hacerlo? Te reclinaste sobre tu regazo, él seguía sentado. Su bañador mojado entró en contacto con tu nunca. Luchaste por no volver a cubrirte.

-Deberías echarte loción solar, nena. ¿Puedo?

Cerraste los ojos bajo tus lentes oscuros. Los nervios iban a acabar contigo. Tan sólo asentiste.

Él alargó su brazo para alcanzar la crema. Pudiste escuchar cómo la destapaba y se echaba un poco en las manos, posiblemente templándola un poco.

Y entonces sucedió: sus dedos se posaron en tus senos, manchados de la loción que olía a coco y a verano. Masajeó suavemente durante un rato. Rozaba tu piel suave con delicadeza y experiencia. No pudiste evitar que un gemido escapase de tu boca.

-Shh.... Chiquita, no seas mala...

Una de tus manos subió hasta tu boca para taparla.

Él se inclinó un poco sobre ti, acercando su rostro al tuyo. Su pelo negro caía enmarcando su cara.

-Qué lindas tetitas tenés...

Otro gemido ahogado.

Te incorporate un poco para apoyar tu espalda en su torso y así estar protegida por su cuerpo.

-Me estás poniendo malo, preciosa -susurró- tengo la pija durísima y ahora no me voy a poder levantar- pudiste comprobar que no mentía, notabas su erección contra tu culo.

-Enzo... -gemiste, como todas las veces que lo habías hecho en tu cama, a solas, solo que esta vez él estaba ahí para escucharte.

-Qué ganas de cogerte...- Gimió aún masajeando tus pechos y apretando su bulto contra ti, jurabas que lo sentías palpitar.

Tú no podías parar de gimotear en tu mano.

La humedad que sentías en tu parte de abajo del bañador ya no tenía nada que ver con el mar.

De repente, un grito a lo lejos os sacó de vuestro universo.

-"¡Enzo! ¡Vamos, boludo, te estamos esperando!"

-Mierda- maldijo él- son mis amigos, me tengo que ir, chiquita.

Antes de que pudieras protestar y mirarle te dio un beso en la cabeza y te prometió:

-Hoy a medianoche aquí, ¿sí?

Qué acababa de pasar?

tags: @iamjustadoll @andyrubei @madame-fear @miskhalie @karylvsjuanii @koiibiito @quarzitos @voglatte @llorented @deepinsideyourbeing

[writinandcrying]

Dark Corner | Part 2 - Michelangelo x GN Reader

(platonic friendship to something more? who knows, not me!)

Angst. Tw hinted depression, friendship loss, harsh decisions, unrequited love, anxiety, moods swings - mainly due quarantine, and uh- acceptance? melodramatic a little bit lols (i suck at summaries pls act like this is sexy enough to seduce you to read this fic)

songs that helped me write this

Hearing Damage - Thom Yorke

Apesar de Querer - Rodrigo Alarcon

Breezeblocks - Alt J 

Snap out of it - Arctic Monkeys

Why We Can’t Be Friends? - The Academic

Eventually - Tame Impala

Chp. 2 - And then it vanished

(Part 1) | (Part 3)

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“Just rip the bandaid off”

The sudden sound of the weights thumping down floor woke you up for spiraling thoughts, yet, your body hadn't a single reaction out of it, it was normal to get used to abrupt, rapid movements when talking about Raphael, as he grabs his gym towel heading towards the exit, he looks back at you, even without glasses, even with the stinging sensation in the corner of your eyes due unshed tears, you can draw out a mix of angry and disappointed expression.

“If you can’t handle it, then rip the bandaid off”

And that’s what you did.

One thing you knew for sure; Your brain is a bitch. Your memory sucked ass into remembering nice moments: the sensation of kisses, the last good bone- crushing hug you had, the last time your mom said she was proud of you. But agonizing, painful memories? Those were on a loop constantly. 

Every strong emotion made Raph’s eyes shine like gemstones, vivid, vibrant, now varnished with disdain, it was beautiful; you hated how you were the reason his golden irises were so gleaming and captivating.

That was 6 months ago, at least you think it was, quarantine sure proved something: time is indeed an illusion that doesn’t make sense. It seems like it was longer than that, although the pain made you grounded as it was yesterday. The last conversation you had with Raphael felt like a sore goodbye on both ends. You wish you could forget it, trick your brain into thinking it’s a happy memory so it can toss it away into the nearest trash.

Looking back at it, you should have fought back. Argued, yelled at him even. You should've made your point about how you didn’t want it to let go. But you were so tired, god- the lifeless sensation of how your body felt back then still phantoms you, it was honestly ridiculous, how a simple phrase could drag you back into the shadows back then. Or maybe you were never truly out of it, just constantly living in the dark, both hyper-aware and oblivious. You didn't know anymore-  a sentence, a reaction, someone else even, those could easily remind you how dark your mind could dive, So yeah, you clearly didn’t have any more strength to fight back, who would have known that being in constant fight with your own self would be so arduous? Maybe only you will know how much it took it from you, how desperately you wanted to hold onto it. And maybe that was the problem, there was nothing to hold on to anymore.

During that night, you didn’t know how long you remained glued on the concrete ground after Red left their training room. How long you stared at the gray walls, the foundation of the lair was unsettling cold. It made you feel more isolated than ever, you found yourself unable to control random shivers traveling through your body. You felt small, pathetic. Tears quietly slid from your cheeks to the very end of your chin. You felt invisible, literally, you could identify what the lair residents were up to by your own lack of sound, vague questions and noises that made you feel even more distant and undeserving to be there. You don’t know how long you remained motionless; sitting and staring at nothing, wishing it was different, but not really sure how to change the future.

You don’t know how you managed to drag yourself to the entrance of the lair, you found yourself there at some point of the night, turning back one more time. You loved that place, even if it took ages to get used to the sewer’s damp smell, you still loved it. you have always seen it as home. Sure, it was actually an abandoned intersection of a reservoir sewage station, yet filled with bits of love. Sewer sweet sewer, In every corner, from the dōjō to any repaired piece of furniture, graffiti or neon sign, it was laced with care and devotion. A house could be made of wood, cement or bricks and it was made for shelter, a home means safety, comfort and belonging, a shelter and much more, The lair is a home. was.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you glanced at the Christmas lights above the homemade living room, you remember how you helped them place it there 2 christmas ago, the boys decided not to take it back, it gave a inviting cozy glow, which matched so gracefully with all the wonderful times you had there. 

It's strange to desperately have the desire to stay and run away at the same time, pressing your lips tight, inhaling deeply- you were not going to sob your way out of it. Gripping hard at your backpack straps, you know you were going to miss how they made you feel, especially him. Dealing with the lack of it, how it became a foreigner feeling once again was one of the toughest parts during this whole fiasco of…. whatever was left remaining between the two of you, only some fond memories lingered, for a while those were the source of warmth during silent nights, but lately, it was a fuel to a abyss you could not stand being in it no more.

When your friendship with Mikey first started, you initially thought ‘that's it, that's something to treasure forever.’ How can two people be so close one day, to complete strangers in a course of some weeks still perturbs your mind and heart to this day.

Mikey wasn’t home when you arrived that day, your first intention was to talk out your last text messages, You weren’t sure how the conversation would start, or if it would even flow at all, you truly missed the times you could just talk about anything to him finding a topic to bond over was as easy as breathing air. He’d be busy. He needed to train, or out with his new friends. As usual,you were always the understanding friend, you knew everyone has their daily duties and hell, being the overbearing clingy friend? No, thank you. 

You and Mikey were different, at least you thought so, it was ok to be vulnerable with him, and him to you, you shared how you always held back truly connecting with others, afraid of how dependable you could become. You’ve seen it firsthand how much that could hurt, Mikey made you feel that you could trust, that you could rely on him, and for once you believed it. 

The first time you felt the unsettling vibe of not being so welcomed anymore was heart wrenching, even by now, you thought you would get used to it. It happened too many times for you to “not receive an invitation”, to be forgotten over hangouts, to being left out of jokes. You knew way too well the thin line between hanging out and being invited over pity.

That’s how you ended up talking to Raphael, maybe wasn’t the starter choice, he was a good friend, sure, but not the greatest with words. Leo and Don would have tried to understand your end at the time. but Raph was closest with Mikey. He saw how sometimes your unspoken, pitiful- whatever the hell this”friendship” is could gut his little brother. Mikey had intense feelings just like Raph, he understood him, and at the end, he would choose his side over yours.

You looked at the lair one last time, trying to preserve what you know you couldn’t have anymore: the warm welcomings, laughing until 5 in the morning, Mario Kart competitions, you name it. As you choke out a cry and walk towards the exit, what were good memories are now too painful to be felt and be remembered, although you already knew that it would haunt you constantly.

Only if you knew a certain turtle, who’s very fond of the color purple, watched and listened to it all in his lab. All of it. All 6 months of it.

Donatello’s top 5 regrets was not coming after you when you ran out crying, if he only knew this would drag into months on end, he would tackle you in a hug and tell you that you are indeed going to be missed, the time he wished to respect your privacy, looking back now, he knew it was a bad move on his end, Donnie was too used to observation and theories, that in this moment the situation needed a bit more action.

When you first befriended the turtles, there was an unspoken contract that they would track every move of you, for your safety and theirs as well.Donatello still had trackers on your personal turtle device, all of their humans friends had turtle-watches, not only for safety or rapid contact, but it also tracked vital signals, indicating any problems or disturbances about their friend's health.

So, when Donnie didn't see both of you and Mikey hanging out weekly, he didn’t think much of it, maybe you were just busy. But,when your signals started to point signs of bad nutrition, he got worried. When it showed a barely fictional human being, followed by hasty, god-awful goodbye (the courtesy of his older brother) he got obsessed with checking on you at least 4 times a week.

When your tracker suddenly shut down, he knew it was bad.

A different sound emitted from Donnie’s lab one quiet morning, a sound that if you have paid close attention, never went off before, this could have gone unnoticed because well, It’s Donnie. Every month he was working on something new, so maybe that was it, right?

By the way the second youngest flew out off the living room couch and, almost knocking Leo as he passed by, it truly showed the severity of the distinct sound.

"You have been away from your lab for 15 minutes and there's already a "situation?" Leo stood by the lab door, watching his brother's fingers work frantically while his eyes didn’t leave the monitors. 

"Yes, i'm overachieving" Donnie replied, Leo cautiously approached, truth to be told, he wasn’t fond of Donnie’s lab. Sure, it was great for secret sharing, strategy talk, toaster fixing area, yes. However, the possibility that any sudden movements there might result in catastrophe made Leonardo feel uneasy to say the least. His movements were always precise inside his brother's favorite Lair spot. Don finally guided Leo's eyes with a short nod after a intrigued "So?" left his lips, a main notification wouldn't budge from the screen, your tracker wasn't on anymore.

The leader reached for his katana instinctively, ready to head towards the door. He felt a firm hand hold his bicep  

"Pump the breaks, I don't think that's necessary", Leo raised a brow, Donnie  was already familiar enough to understand how his brother was once again, questioning what on Earth he was on about - "I have been... monitoring them." Casting his eyes down, Don doesn't like to call it stalking, neither does his older brother, due the circumstances of their reality, they needed to keep an eye out, just to be to safe, That's what they would always say in the back of their heads. "I think they disconnected themself"

"Can you handle this?" Leo asked looking back towards the door to check if anyone was around. Donnie told him what happened that day, infuriated was a nickname for how the oldest felt after hearing about it. 

Raphael didn't had any right to treat you like that, but he also knew if they argued about this, Michelangelo would find out, and the possible outcomes of it weren't pretty. He did make sure to be somewhat transparent about his knowledge over the secret quarrel, glancing towards Raphael if someone questioned your sudden dissapearance.

Truth to be told, Leo had no idea what to do. Figuring emotional, sentimental matters isn't his strong suit, and talking with Master Splinter would only raise red flags all around the situation. So they kept the situation under the rug. only if he knew what was going on between the two of you would drag it for months, he truly wished he had done something sooner. 

"Yeah," Donnie remembers clearly how crushed you looked back then. Was it fair to visit you? To make you relive all those unpleasant memories? 

"I hope so." His carapace met the cushion of his favorite chair followed by a drawn-out sigh as silence settled between the two brothers.

Honey colored eyes turned back into the monitors, Donnie knew briefly how you managed to get by these past months. From monitoring subway stations you caught towards work, to hijacking the local market surveillance cameras. he was glad that you were indeed getting by or so it seems. Again, he doesn't like to call it stalking. It's not like he watches you 24/7, maybe, 16/7? Weekly checkups? Just to make sure you are alright, that's what friends do, right?

Donnie felt a light hand over his shoulder, followed by a pair of sorrowful yet sympathetic Imperial blue eyes, "Tell they have been missed." A half-smile graces Leo’s features. There was mutual sentiment between them. Just because you were mainly Michelangelo's (former) best friend, doesn't mean you didn't leave a print on everyone else.

 "Shall do." Donnie responds with an uncertain smile as he stares back into the monitors. Quickly gathering his gear, it was already nighttime. Soon enough they all needed to headout.

Don sneaked towards the garage entrance by Leo's guidance, he had exactly 48 minutes before patrol, he could be at your place in exactly 9 minutes and 36 seconds, 7 minutes if there was no humans luckering on closest manhole’s alleys to your place, Don lips grow thin and firm, is 38 minutes and 24 seconds is enough to cover a 6 month silence between all of you?

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comments and feedbacks are welcomed!! and thank you @melancholysway for being so helpful into making this scenario possible!

[hailtotehthief]

Com(puter) Log: 2-27-23

(B)LOG of the information I have gathered tonight. LEnd an ear if you would my dear....

anyway. i searched every mention of “thom yorke” and “radiohead” on datalounge - heeding interesting results. “interesting” meaning there werent quite many and there was a large discrepancy in attitudes. Photographed below:

a lot of unrest here.

i think it is logical and “Just” to say overall gay guys really dont care for radiohead that much. supporting my theory that radiohead is not gay and is actually awesome. 

still, i really wanted to find some guys cranking it over thom, particularly small and very blonde thom of the “90s”. i had a vision that there had to be some guys out there that that was their thing. or that there must be a market that could be manipulated to behave this way.. the search continued as curiosity knows no end until the condition is treated.

I did find a thread where a couple guys confirmed their lust. and some guy fought the original guy in the comments because he started the conversation by declaring pansexuality and the second guy was calling it unnecessary for him to say his sexuality and then added that he finds ed and jonny the hottest. another guy said hes talked about how hot thom is almost every day for the past 5 years (Unphotographed. just believe in me.).

every thing and every where is full of love, I say. .

i stopped this search and instead found slideshow videos of thom on youtube. by “videos” i mean a couple as there are not many in the slightest from the time period the artform naturally occurred in (2000s-2012 maximum). But.. some guy decided to honor what was lost and has been making a couple since a year ago. a very honorable mission.. fell in love for a moments time but he has a twitter. and is saturating the fanfiction market with thom x reader mpreg and breastfeeding and the like (more points for love_but i cannot compete with that). if you are that guy and find this tumblr post i have no apology for you, but a clarification that this just happens in small moments naturally and all should be in love with the world. and its basically the same as when i had gotten the fabric to make a plush of a modified bear and the fabric cutting guy at joanns asked me more about it and it made me blush lots for 1 day then it all returned to the earth. it keeps going and we all keep experiencing each other in this world and getting whatever consequences out of it. something like that...

In my research i had also found out about reported “Bootlegs” that have popped up at multiple thrift shops and are officially recognized on the internet (discogs) like “Ground Control To Major Thom”. I have also fallen deeply for this. If anyone could get their hands on a copy of this id give any thing i can in return for ever.

i have had Banana Co on for quite some time and im not sure why. premonitions perhaps......

here is a little picture i had made of Mituna in recent times but worlds away.

[tomorrowillbeyou]

they ask me many things. for example why do you have a database of over 200 frerard videos. why do you have thom yorke x reader fanfiction on your desktop. why did you write george x ringo fic. the answer is literally always because it's funny

[nobodyinthenight]

i love you thom yorke

[therandomidiotat3am]

WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

(Hey so I didn't really expect my fanfic from like 8 months ago to get any likes, especially since it was about Thom Yorke but yeah it did! Ive decided to open up writing request's now because of it. For my last fanfic I'll probably try correcting some errors because the grammar is...terrible. Sorry bout that English is not my first language.)

FIRST UP

90's MEN I WILL WRITE FOR :

-Kurt Cobain

-Thom Yorke

-Liam Gallagher

-Noel Gallagher

-Damon albarn

-Alex James

(you can add a suggestion if you want to!)

60's MEN I WILL WRITE FOR:

-Brian Jones

-Mick Jagger

-John Lennon

-Paul McCartney

-George Harrison

-Syd Barrett

I'm open for smut,fluff and all of the kinky shit you guys are into (gore is forbidden)but other than that I'm alright,I'll put a TW just incase some of you get triggered btw!!

[robust-cicada]

Fade Out Again (Thom Yorke X Reader)

For @shehangsbrightly

prompt: honestly i would be allll over the bends era thom, and i think something angsty is what i’m feeling rn. do your magic 😌

Gender Neutral and SFW

CW: angst, burnout, arguments, swearing, guilt, break up, bad mental health.

“I really don’t know what you want from me! I thought you’d be happy to see me after, I don’t know? Nearly a year? But no, I’m the bad guy as always!”

“You think that you’re the only one this tour has taken a toll on? I haven’t been in the comfort of my own home in a year. I haven’t seen my friends or family in a YEAR! You can’t always expect to be my top priority!”

“Obviously. You know, every tour you do the more of a self-centered asshole you become. Just because your band is ‘making it big’ doesn’t mean you have to treat the people in your life like shit, Thom! It isn’t just me. Ed literally has told me numerous stories from when you got too drunk to even perform! You promised.”

“Oh enough of that promise bullshit Y/N! I’m sick of it!”

“Well, that shows how much you fucking cared about it, huh? Shows what a promise means to you? You’re pathetic. The amount of love and support I have poured into you since fucking college and one hit song throws every promise and hope for our future away.”

“Oh fuck off.”

I let out a dry laugh and walked to our bedroom. I grabbed a suitcase and packed as much as I could shove into it.

“What are you doing now?”

“Fucking off. I’m done, Thom. Absolutely done.”

“Yeah sure. You won’t last more than two days Y/N, and you know it. We’ve been through this before.”

I stormed towards him, his back colliding with the wall. I looked into his eyes, trying to look for any sign of remorse in his cold, blue orbs.

“Not this time Thom. I’m tired of crawling back to you with hopes that things will be how they used to again. I am tired of endlessly longing for you to return the love I give to you. You’ve changed and if this is you now? I want no part of it.”

He scoffed and looked away from me.

“Anything to say? Or are you too good for that, Mr. Big Rockstar?”

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

I scoffed and grabbed my stuff. I stormed out onto the snowy streets. It was freezing but I didn’t dare look back. It felt like I had been walking for hours before I found a phone booth. I put the change in the slot and dialed the only number I could remember through my rage.

“Hey, Eddie? It’s Y/N..”

“What happened this time?”

“Well, what usually happens when he gets home I suppose. Are you busy?”

“Need somewhere to stay?”

“Ye-ah.” My voice cracked as tears swelled my eyes.

“Where are you, I’ll be there as soon as I can?”

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It had been nearly two months since we broke up and not a word was spoken between us. Ed had generously let me rent out the spare room in his house until I got my shit together, which did not seem to be happening. All I could seem to do was cry, work, and sleep. Eddie was wonderful and tried to help when he could, but he tended to keep his distance. At some point, I knew Thom would end up stumbling into the house, however, I did not expect to hear his voice breaking downstairs as he talked to Ed.

Thom’s POV

“Ed, it’s driving me mad! Do you know where they are, have you heard from them, anything?”

“If they wanted you to know where they were, they would’ve contacted you. I can’t really help you, man.”

“I just. I can’t do this anymore. I need them, so badly. You don’t fucking understand.” I crumbled to the ground in tears. “It’s my fault. Every time they leave it’s my fault and- and I just expect them to come back. What happened to me, Eddie? What... happened?”

“Thom. You’re the only person who’s gonna be able to fix this and you know it. I’m not helping you anymore. We’ve been through this too many times. I’m not a fucking couples counselor!” He grabbed his hair in frustration.

“You… You too? You’re supposed to be my best friend, and you’re giving up on me too?”

“You know what, Thom? That’s your problem. You can’t take any fucking responsibility for anything, can you? It’s always somebody else’s fault with you!”

I couldn’t even form a response. My thoughts spiraled rapidly as I tried to figure out where everything went to shit.

“I-I’m so-rry. I don’t know what to do, a-and I don’t mean to throw it all on you, Eddie, you… You’re just always so good with this stuff and you know them so well and- and- and..”

“Thom,” He held his head in his hand, “take a breath. There’s no need for all the blubbering.”

“But-”

“Just shut up for a minute okay? I’ll be right back.”

He marched up the stairs and disappeared. A few minutes later he came back down. Followed by Y/N.

Y/N’s POV

His face was tear-stained and puffy. He was in a pile on the floor looking as hopeless as an abandoned puppy.

“Y/N..”

I felt my jaw clench as I looked at him. I wanted to slap him and yell at him for everything he put me through, but my body betrayed me. Instead, I found myself kneeling in front of him, arm reaching out to cup his face in my hand. Tears streamed down his cheeks once again as he rested in my palm. He turned to kiss my fingertips.

“I’m sorry Y/N… I took you for granted. I thought you would always come back, and this time you didn’t, and my ego left with you. I need you, I need you so badly love. I can’t do this without you. Please I will do anything to have you back… Please.” He was barely speaking and as he whispered he looked me in the eyes for the first time in years.

“I... I can’t, Thom.”

His posture snapped to attention and I watched his heart shatter again.

“Why not..?”

“You hurt me.”

Tears of my own now mimicked his.

“Please.”

“Thom, stop.”

“I can’t. I can’t because I love you, and if you ever loved me then you would come back.”

“Don’t you fucking dare with that bullshit Thomas.”

I stood and walked away, but he followed.

“Love doesn’t go away Y/N, you told me that yourself. If you loved me you wouldn’t walk away like this. You’re really willing to throw everything away like that?”

“Stop. Thom, I- I can’t do this, just go.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“And I’m not leaving with you.”

He approached me and gently grabbed my hands, giving me the same damn look he did every time he wanted to get his way.

“No, Thom. Stop. Please.”

“One more chance, that’s all I ask. If I fuck it up again I promise you will never hear from me again. I’ll take you on the next tour, I’ll let you get a puppy like you’ve always wanted. Literally, anything you want is yours. You don’t ever have to work again. Just, please?”

“You still don’t get it. I don’t want material things or money. I don’t, well I do want a puppy,” We chuckled, “But that’s not why I left. All I want is your love, some of your time and attention. I want to feel safe with you. I want to feel at home. I don’t feel like that with you anymore. The only feelings that run through me when I look at you are sadness and insecurity. You make me feel like a child being scolded by their mother. I just can’t live like that again.”

“I promise that I will fix what needs to be fixed and will do anything I can to make you feel safe again, just trust me.”

“We both know promises aren’t your thing.”

“I’ll keep this one.”

“I can’t believe that, Thom.”

“I’ll let Ed take over the band if I break this promise and I will never perform with Radiohead again.”

“Oh, shove off you lunatic! I’m not worth that. Your fans would have my head.”

“I’m serious.”

“You make everything so hard on me.”

“Jesus, Y/N would you please just say yes? All you have done the past two months aside from work is cry and sleep. I can barely get you to eat. Just get it over with. If he fucks you over again I will personally skin him alive, just, get it over with you two!”

Thom looked at me hopefully. I sighed.

“Fine.”

“THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”

He planted kisses all over my face and pulled me into a tight hug.

“Jesus, Thom, you smell! When was your last shower?”

“I... I have no clue,” He scratched his neck and looked at the ground.

“I mean, you are rank! You smell like a secondary boys locker room after P.E.”

“Okay, in my defense, I didn’t think you were going to be here.”

“Yeah, so it’s okay that I suffer in your stench then?”

“Well, we’ve shared a tour bus, I figure that you’re used to it by now.”

“Well, by that logic, if Y/N is coming on tour with us, they better get used to it too, because you’ve smelled worse after a show.”

“Lovely.”

He laughed and engulfed me in a hug again. I gave in and dug my face into his neck, letting him rock us side to side.

“Let’s get you home then, yeah?”

“If anyone needs to get home it’s you so you can shower!”

“We can shower together if you’d like.”

“Okay, yeah, if you could leave the dirty talk for the car ride home it would be appreciated.”

We laughed once again.

“I’ll go pack,” I placed a soft kiss on his cheek before walking up the stairs.

“I love you, Y/N!”

“I love you too Thom.”

[damonjuicyscock]

To The End (Chapter 18: Battery In your leg)

Pairing: 00's Damon Albarn x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, smut.

Summary: You are Damon Albarn's ex-girlfriend and the mother of his other child. Someone offers you something on Valentine's Day, You drink wine with Damon and you go to Graham's birthday where something happens. Can it be like good old times ?

Words: 2558

A/N: Hello everyone, chapter 18 is here ! Hope you will like it ! Don't forget to comment if you want to, I like to read your thoughts !

Enjoy !

“This is a ballad for the good times And all the dignity we had Don't get het up on the evil things You ain't coming back You can be with me If you want to be You can be with me”

February 14th 2005-Whitfield Street, London:

That day I was working with a long-time friend for his album solo, helping him. Thom.

- You didn’t tell me, how is it going with Damon?

- I found the Damon I knew, he’s back.

- Are you having an affair?

- Thom! No! we don’t! He has a family.

- but it's itching, isn't it?

I blushed

- Yes, but I can’t. We’re just seeing each other for Mina, that’s all.

- And you who didn’t…

- Yes, I know what I said. But Thom, we both grew up.

- Still, he has issues with alcohol.

- You also did at a time.

- I know, but I stopped drinking since then. Hey Y/N, I’m just worrying okay? You’re my friend, and I don’t want him to hurt you or Mina. I mean with words; I know he would never raise a hand on you. Even if he’s kind and cool, be careful, I don’t want you to face a broken heart again.

- I won’t. I’m careful.

A delivery man arrived at this moment with a massive bouquet of red roses and a large box.

- Hello, I have a delivery for miss Y/N Y/L/N.

- Yep It’s me! I answered

I signed and he gave me the bouquet and the box. I put the bouquet and the box on a table and looked for a paper with a message hidden in the flowers to know who sent these to me. I found it and read it.

“Happy valentine’s day love. D.A”

- Okay, I take back everything I said. Thom said

- See?

- The man is still in love with you Y/N, it’s obvious.

- Maybe.

- No, not maybe, he is.

- Don’t forget I’m also the mother of his child.

- Y/N, it’s not Mother’s Day, it’s valentine’s day, the one who sends flower and a box with probably a gift inside on Valentine’s day is in love with the person he sends them to.

I opened the box, which contained a medallion. I opened the medallion, at the right was the picture he had taken of us three at Christmas with my old polaroid.

He kept the picture with him in his backpack, so he could have a picture of Mina. But deep down, I knew that it also was because he wanted a picture of me.

I was surprised to find the picture of us kissing at the left. He might have borrowed it to Mina once.

- Do you have something to tell me? Thom said, his arms crossed

- What?

- The picture at the left… It’s clearly not an old picture. You kissed.

I rolled my eyes

- Okay, yes, we kissed at Christmas, but at first it was supposed to be a picture for Mina.

- Well done, it’s now in a medallion.

- Oh fuck off will ya?

Thom laughed

- You don’t have an affair then?

- No we don’t.

- You still love him, do you?

- Yes Thom. He’s the love of my life.

I closed the medallion and looked at the back, where something was written: “I love you, to the end. Damon”

- See? He still loves you.

He could be really romantic.

- Do you mind? He said, showing me he wanted to help me put it around my neck.

I let him.

- Thanks Thom.

I smiled, reminding myself about this Christmas evening. But it also felt awkward. I was the person he sent a gift, a massive bouquet and said I love you. Deep down, Thom was right.

But he had a family…a family before us. I couldn’t put what he had in danger.

*

February 15th 2005:

Damon would be there in less than an hour, so after Mina finished taking her bath, I dressed up in the dress that he offered me during Christmas and put a bit of makeup on.

When he arrived, Mina, as per usual, ran in his arms.

I got downstairs, and he looked at me with his mouth agape.

- Y/N, you’re…

- Yeah, I know, it doesn’t fit me. I said, pretending I was disappointed

- What the hell are you talking about? You’re so fucking stunning!

I blushed

- Language! Mina said

- Sorry Minnie, but your mum was saying something wrong. He answered

- Daddy is right mama, you’re very very beautiful!

- Thank you you two.

Mina ran in the living room, and I joined Damon.

- I really mean it. He said, putting a hand on my hip

- Stop, I’m going to look like a tomato if I blush too much. By the way…Thank you for your magnificent gifts. I said, opening the medallion.

- I’m glad you enjoy it. Happy late Valentine’s Day my love. You’ll always be my valentine.

- I said stop making me blush Dames! I answered laughing while he was smiling like an idiot

- Are you two done flirting? Mina shouted from the living room

- Oi, you, don’t you know you can be cocky? Damon answered, chasing her to tickle her

- Just like her father. I answered, smiling

Damon sent me a dark look

- Hey, stop you, I’m gonna lose every credibility to my daughter’s eyes.

- You already have none! I said sticking my tongue out

- Oh that’s what we’ll see miss! He said now chasing me to tickle me

I started running around the house, until Damon caught me and slammed me on the couch.

- Got ya!

He tickled me, and I was laughing so hard my eyes began watering

- Damon, please, stop! I said still laughing

- So I don’t have any credibility then?

- I didn’t say anything sir!

He stopped his actions

- I prefer this. He said smiling

- Daddy, I have something to show you, I learnt something for you!

- Show me then, my girl. He said, sitting properly on the sofa.

I did the same, and he put a arm around my back, his hand resting on my hip.

Mina started playing something on the piano and started talking:

- “Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as ?”

- PARKLIFE! I sang

- “And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as ?”

- PARKLIFE! Damon and I said at the same time

- “John's got brewer's droop, he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of it”

- PARKLIFE! Damon sang

- “Who's that gut lord marching? You should cut down on your pork life mate, get some exercise”

Damon joined our daughter to sing the chorus

- “All the people So many people And they all go hand in hand Hand in hand through their parklife”

- “Know what I mean?” Mina said

- Yes I do! Damon answered

*

Once Mina was put to bed, I waited for Damon in the living room.

- Wine? I asked, when he got downstairs

- Oh…Why not?

He joined me and sat next to me while I was filling his glass and mine with red wine.

- In case you were wondering, it comes from France.

- It’s a Bordeaux?

- Absolutely.

I handed him his glass, that he quickly took.

- What are we celebrating?

- Nothing, a late Valentine’s Day if you want, I kept this bottle and I didn’t even know when I would open it actually, so I guess it’s a good idea to drink it now. But don’t drink too much huh? I don’t want you to come back to your family totally shitfaced.

- I could say the same thing for you.

- The difference between you and me Damon is that no one is caring about me so I can drink this bottle without anyone worrying about me and still waking up tomorrow without having anyone to argue about why I came back drunk.

- You’re wrong saying this.

- Why?

- Because I’m waiting for you and I care about you, and I don’t want you to become an alcoholic.

- This belongs to my past Dames. I’m not drinking a lot of alcohol you know.

- And I’m gonna help you finish this bottle, rather you like it or not.

- Okay then, but I won’t be responsible of anything. What do you mean by you’re waiting for me? I asked, taking a sip of my drink

- I mean a lot of things. He answered

- Pursue. I insisted

- Well at first, I’m waiting for you to come with Mina in Reykjavik in March. But I’m also waiting for you to give me your greenlight to properly love you again.

- Damon…

- Yes, I know. You already told me a thousand times love. But I love you, both of you, but I loved YOU first. If it wasn’t the case, Mina wouldn’t be here today. I love you so much sometimes I can’t breathe.

- I love you too, you know it, but don’t…

He stopped me with his hand, taking a sip of his glass and adding

- As I already told you, you don’t know everything, but I understand, and I respect your choice.

Choice I respected until we finished the wine bottle.

- I still don’t get the point. When we were together you hated him and now, you’re friends? He said

- Fatherhood makes people grow up Damon, you should even be the first to understand this.

- Do you mean I wasn���t grown up before this?

- You were…just a little.

- Nah. I was.

- Well now I can tell you’re grown up, but you still have a child’s soul, and I like it. And I really love this Damon I have in front of me. He reminds me of the one I knew, but even better.

He smiled, blushing, before looking at me deep in the eyes for a few seconds. That’s where his lips went to kiss mine. And this time, I felt powerless, I couldn’t stop it.

I laid down on the couch, him being on top of me, as we began making out. His hand went lifting my dress up to caress my thigh.

- I should go… He said between two kisses

This motherfucker. I was ready to give myself to him, I was giving him the greenlight, and he was going to leave.

He kissed me one last time and wished me good night before leaving.

The following times he came, we just kissed, but nothing like a make out happened.

*

Saturday March 12th 2005-London/Graham’s house:

This day was Graham’s birthday, and he was celebrating it at his place. The thing I didn’t know was that everyone was here.

The best way for people to suspect something, first about Mina, and about us two.

I was wearing a tight red dress, and I could feel Damon’s eyes on me at the moment we arrived. I crossed his look, full of love and lust.

The band knew we reconciled, and that Damon was coming to see Mina secretly.

But we had to behave like we were still quite awkward to see each other in public.

It wasn’t really hard to play as it actually was the case. Just because we were scared to get caught.

- Y/N! You are stunning! Graham said

- Thank you Gray. Damon.

- Hello Y/N. He said, not seeming to care.

During the party, I felt his gaze on me. I started talking with Jamie, who was both Graham’s and Damon’s friend. This guy had the same sense of humour as my child’s father, so he made me laugh a lot, and Damon thought he was flirting with me. And he didn’t like it.

On my way to the bathroom, I discretely touched his hand as I walked past him.

I locked the door behind me, and not less than 1:30 minutes after, I heard an almost silent knock.

I knew it was him. I smiled and opened the door, leaning against the edge.

- I was wondering how much time it would take you to join me in here.

He got in the bathroom and locked behind him.

- Are you trying to drive me crazy?

- Maybe, who knows? I said, seductively

- Graham is right, this dress fits you so well, but I’d rather like to see you without it.

- Oh, you could try, but we won’t have time… I said, my hand sliding from his torso to his growing bulge.

His breath got stuck in his throat.

- So…are you going to do anything about this? I asked, palming him through his pants.

- Oh I’d love to, but just like you said, we don’t have time… He answered murmuring, his lips brushing against mine

- Too bad then… I answered the same

He smashed his lips against mine, and kissed me roughly, his tongue claiming for entrance.

I let him in, and our tongues started to dance together, fighting for dominance.

He pinned me against the door, his hand travelling from my thighs to between them. That’s were he found out I wasn’t wearing any knickers.

- Fuck Y/N, you’ll be the death of me… He said before getting on his knees and putting his head between my legs.

I felt his tongue lapping at my clit, eating me out like his favourite meal. I held back a moan.

- Damon…I whimpered

- That’s right baby, it’s been such a long time, huh?

I gasped, holding myself back from moaning. My fingers went running in his hair, and I felt two fingers pushing at my entrance.

- Dames… I finally moaned

- Shh, you gotta be quiet love, we’re not allowed to get caught.

- It’s…Oh…It’s gonna be hard…hard for me…not mo-moaning like this.

I was on the verge of cumming. It had been so long I couldn't contain myself.

- Guess we’re gonna have to stop it here then. He said pulling out his fingers and getting back on his feet, before kissing me and letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue at the same time.

I was feeling empty now, and incredibly horny. I was frustrated and made a pout.

- I promise next time you’ll have more sweetheart. He said, before opening the door and leaving.

What a fucker. Was he going to do that everytime?

My reason was gone. Starting an affair with my ex-fiancé, the father of my daughter who also had a family? Let’s do it. I didn’t care anymore.

I put my dress back down and headed out the bathroom as if nothing happened. Damon and I shared a look, and Graham gripped my arm.

- You both, try to hide your sexual tension, this is really awkward for those who see it. He whispered to me

- What the fuck are you talking about Gray?

- I can feel it. There’s maybe just your daughter in common, But I can see how you look at each other. Be careful that no one sees it, it could be suspicious.

- Well tell him, there’s nothing on my side. I said laughing nervously.

- If you say so…He sighed

[geminimoonbeamx]

Currently writing for Andy Barber to this song.

Why am I gutting myself like this?

Also @peacefulwriter88 conversation we’ve had many times before BUTTTT why the fuck did the Twilight Saga movies have the BEST music?! Like jeeze lol everytime I think I’m over it I realize I’m not lol

Your speakers are blowing.

Your ears are wrecking…

[looooooooomis]

FINAL GIRL | FIFTEEN

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

masterlist here | final girl playlist here

pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader   word count: 4.9k warnings: mild s m u t towards the end (18+!!!)

A/N: I know I promised shower s e x but that’s in the next chapter, this one got away from me lmao 

p a r t   f i f t e e n  |  n o s t a l g i c 

Thom Yorke’s soothing voice sliced into the quietude of Billy’s car as he drove down your street with a swell of disappointment budding inside of his stomach. He should have called you before his impromptu little ride up to your place, but he’d been overzealous. He wanted, needed, to see you and the idea of punching in your number and waiting to hear if you were around felt like a waste of time.

But then he’d driven to your house, saw your mother was home, actually decided to ring the doorbell rather than slip into your bedroom like he would have any other day of the week and lo and behold you weren’t home.

Your mother had been nice enough to say that he could stay and wait for you but, not knowing how long you’d be gone for, Billy had opted on leaving.

So now, here he was. Barely registering the words to Creep as he buried a yawn into his fist and drove his sorry ass home.

He’d barely seen you at school that day between cheer practice and the fact that you’d skipped out on the last few periods to get that god forsaken cast off of your arm and fuck did he miss you. He’d always had it bad for you but lately it felt as though he couldn’t breathe right if he didn’t have you close to him. Maybe it was the fact that finallyhaving you all to himself felt more realistic now or maybe it was the fact that he didn’t feel the need to hide the bits of himself that he might have before.

You’d seen more of him than anyone else ever had and you were still here. You didn’t run away from him, didn’t cower, didn’t judge. You looked into that hole inside of him and smiled at the challenge. You accepted that darkness and bathed in it, let it coat every inch of your skin until it became a part of you, too.

He’d fucked his hand more times than he was willing to admit to that vision of you straddling that ugly fuck from that seedy bar. The wild abandon in your eyes, the brashness, the ferocity of your movements – you were lethal in those few seconds. With your teeth bared, you’d become an animal; unhinged, feral.

It was strange, really, strange and so fucking intoxicating because while you had that untamed darkness burning just beneath the surface of your skin, there was a softness, too. That effervescent, brilliant fucking side of you that drew everyone around you into your orbit. You were magnetic, you were the fucking sun, and yet you knew that darkness. The stark juxtaposition of having somebody harness the kind of light that you did all the while allowing that darkness to consume you enough to nearly kill a man – it was exciting and intoxicating and addicting

You were addicting.

Another yawn threatened to spill out of his lips as he pulled onto Madison Street but before he could let that disappointment settle inside of his stomach, there you were. His own little lighthouse, lighting up even the darkest pieces of him without even lifting a finger.

You were riding your bike, barely paying your surroundings a lick of attention as you balanced a massive cup with your left hand all the while steering the bike with your right. You’d always had this way about you, this effortless way that floored him time and time again and even then, as you brought the bright cup up to your lips and took a sip from the yellow straw, Billy was transfixed. You were lost in your own little world as you pedalled along the quiet suburban street, not a care in the world.

He slowed to a near crawl beside you, watching your face slowly morph into a cautious scowl but as he pulled under a streetlight, that gorgeous smile of yours broke out across your face as you came to a stop on the side of the road.

Ducking his head to get a better look at you from the driver’s seat, Billy chuckled. “Nice wheels,” he teased, smirking across at the pale blue bike. “What are you, like, twelve?”

“My car got wrapped around a pole, dick,” you laughed, “until I save up for a new one, this is it for me.” Your eyes narrowed in on him and then the car before glancing around your neighbourhood. “Last I checked, you’re a few blocks away from home, Loomis.”

Billy swept his eyes over your frame as you stood there, still hovering over your bike with your two feet planted firmly on the ground. Your cast was gone, that he noticed right off the bat, but it was your small little smile that made his own all the harder to bury. “Thought I’d visit my girlfriend, but she wasn’t home.”

“Oh,” you hummed, stealing another sip of your Slurpee. “Bummer.”

“I thought so, too,” he nodded to the bike, “where you headed, anyway?”

You waved the massive drink at him. “Fancied myself a Slurpee and then figured I’d zip around a bit now that I have full mobility of both my arms.”

Billy nodded his head and then reached across to unlock the passenger’s side door nearest you. “Up for some company?”

You seemed to consider his request, that smile never once leaving your face, before shrugging. “I don’t know, I’ve always been told to avoid getting into cars with strange men.”

“That’s good advice,” Billy smirked. “Smart.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. You both simply just continued to stare each other down with small, coy smiles staining your lips. Yeah, he was definitely a fucking goner when it came to you.

Finally, you swung your leg over your bike and gestured to the trunk. “You think she’ll fit in there?”

Shifting into Park, Billy hopped out of the car to help you pack it in. He wanted nothing more than to swing his arm around your shoulders and tug you against his chest, but he knew that wasn’t possible. You both did. Many of your peers lived on this fucking street and if any of them were to see you, that meant trouble.

He was past the point of caring, if he was being honest. He wanted the whole fucking world to know that you were his girl, but he knew you weren’t quite there yet because of your friendship with Sidney fucking Prescott and he knew he’d have to accept that if he had any hope in hell at making you two official. So, rather than greet you the way he wanted to greet you, rather than kiss you and touch you and taste you on his lips after half a week of going without you, he instead grazed his knuckle against your forearm in passing before giving you a small smile.

“I think it’ll fit just fine.”

Popping his trunk open, he managed to slide your bike in with only a little difficulty on account of the handlebars. “Jesus,” he squinted down at a worn-out sticker, along one of the bars. “Is this the same bike from when we were kids?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “sure is.”

“Holy shit.” Without thinking, he ran his fingers along the dusty blue paint finish and shook his head in awe. In a blink, half a dozen memories flooded his mind of you on this damned bike throughout the years. And then, more so to himself, he muttered, “You’d go everywhere on this thing.”

You were just standing there, smiling across at him by the time his eyes found yours again and Billy had to reel his feelings for you in. Tame them, even for the time being, to avoid being the talk of the fucking town in school the next day. But, fuck, there was something about you tonight, standing there beneath that fucking streetlight, looking at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, that made that feel impossible. There was that pull, that magnetic charm, that just yanked him further and further into your orbit.

He nearly kissed you right then and there, neighbours be damned.

Subtly, or as subtly as he could, at least, he reached for your hand, shielded only by the shadow of his trunk and gave it a squeeze. Your smile deepened, as did his, as the pad of his thumb gently traced down the scab that ran along the center of your palm. It was the one reminder of that night, the night that the darkness took control.

A burst of excitement swelled behind his rib cage as image of you from that night played on repeat in his head.

“Come on, lover boy,” you winked, squeezing his hand once before dropping it to walk over to the passenger’s side of the car. “Let’s go for a ride.”

He watched you for a few seconds as you walked around the length of the car to hop into the front seat and as he cast a quick look over his shoulder to ensure nobody was watching, he smiled to himself as he closed his trunk and joined you inside of the car.

“How’s the wrist?” He asked, grabbing for your hand greedily as he tore off down the road.

You made a show of wriggling your fingers and gently flopping your wrist in his grasp. “Good as new.”

“Where do you feel like going?” He asked, casting a sidelong glance your way as he continued to drive. “Sky’s the limit.”

Your smile was broad and genuine as you lazily swung your head around to face him. “You were the one that grabbed me off the street,” you shrugged. “Surprise me.”

Billy mulled it over in his head in silence as he drove rather aimlessly down various roads and side streets. Woodsboro was only so big, there were only so many places he could take you, realistically, especially without somebody seeing the two of you, but as he continued to drive with the image of you on that the bike still cemented in his mind’s eye, he thought back to all of the places around town that held those kinds of memories.

The good memories; before his mother ran off, before everything went to shit. That life felt so fucking far away from where he was now, from all that he’d done and seen and felt.

Only one place came to mind. Or, at least, only one place felt right tonight. One lone place in all of Woodsboro that stood out as a safe haven for the two of you. He wasn’t even sure if it was still around, it had been years since he’d been last been there, but it was worth a shot.

Pulling onto Statton Avenue, Billy gave you another quick glance. “You remember that old house we’d always go to when we were, like, fifteen?”

You furrowed your brow. “That creepy ass one that Randy always dragged us to every Halloween?”

He blew a quiet laugh out through his nose. “Yeah. McKay’s place.”

You blinked. “You’re taking me to a decrepit, probably haunted house, as a surprise?” You shook your head in amusement. “Did I miss the old machete in your trunk that you’re going to use to gut me with or what?”

He smirked and nudged you with his elbow. “No, not inside the house. It had that old park behind it, remember?”

You narrowed your eyes in thought before slowly nodding your head. “Yeah, I remember.” You laughed quietly to yourself. “I was convinced you were going to kiss me on that fucking thing when we were younger.”

Billy’s eyebrows pulled up. “When?”

“That first time Randy brought us there,” you divulged. “You were doing your best to scare me and Tatum the entire night and then I left to sit on that thing because the smell of the house was getting to me, you followed me out.”

Billy thought back to that night. You’d all snuck some beer in with you, so most of the night was pretty foggy, but he remembered the exact moment you were talking about. Your head had been killing you because of the mould inside of that house and Randy and Stu were too fucking distracted by the idea of scaring the pants off of you girls to notice the moment you slipped out to get some air. You’d been dating some douchebag named Ryan at the time, but Billy had followed you out, regardless. He’d told himself it was to check on you, to make sure you didn’t pass out or something, but deep down it was more selfish than that.

He’d had a hard-on for you for years and there were moments where he was sure it was reciprocated. There had always been a trust between you, a bond, that the others couldn’t quite meet. Even that year, when he’d started having some feelings for Sid, you were always on his mind. But timing, circumstance, it never seemed to be on your side.

That night, however, he was going to make his move.

You’d looked so fucking pretty and the way you kept grabbing for his arm whenever Randy would try and scare you, Billy knew there was something there. In his gut, he just knew.

But he’d pussied out last second. He could remember sitting there beside you on that old, dingy looking platform beneath the monkey bars. You were side-by-side, leg-to-leg, he could feel your body heat through his jeans, but even as your eyes found his that night, even as he watched you subtly coat your lips with your tongue, he didn’t do a damned thing about it.

He couldn’t. It was like his body just stopped working and the moment ended up passing as Sid and Tatum’s screams rang out from the house, followed by maniacal laughter from Stu and Randy.

“I was going to kiss you that night,” he admitted.

You gave him a small, amused smile. “And yet you didn’t.”

His shoulders fell. “No, I didn’t. I chickened out last second.”

“In fact, you started dating Sid a few months later, I think.” Your smile fell, but you had a way of disguising it that nearly buckled him.

He hated himself in that moment. If he had kissed you that night, imagine how fucking easy it would be now. You wouldn’t have to sneak around like this, he wouldn’t be taking you to some decrepit fucking park in the middle of the night. You’d be it. The two of you could openly show Woodsboro how fucking much you loved each other.

If he had kissed you that night, things would have been so fucking different – but that’s not the way things turned out. He hadn’t kissed you, he had started dating Sidney only to have you break up with Ryan a few weeks later. The timing of everything had always been against you and now here he was.

Sneaking around, hiding you as though you were something he had to be ashamed of when, in reality, it was just the opposite. You were it for him. You were his girl, his final fucking girl, and he needed the world to know that.

He needed you to know that.

In no time at all, Billy was pulling down the vaguely familiar stretch of road that lead to that creepy old house. The driveway had long since grown out, tall grass and dead shrubbery lined the tattered driveway and half of the old house had now crumbled into the main floor, its mahogany walls could be seen from the sheen of Billy’s car headlights.

“That’s not horrifying at all,” you mumbled, sliding out of the passenger’s seat in uncertainty.

For a moment, neither of you moved an inch, both of you seemed to just soak the vision of that tattered old house up as though reliving every single memory you once had inside of it a lifetime ago.

Slowly, your eyes met from across the top of the car. “You promise this isn’t a ploy to kill me?”

Billy raised a single eyebrow and watched you with interest as he closed his door. You watched him with a small smile on your face as he walked around the car towards you, and as he reached around to close your door, caging you against it in the process, a salacious and dark smile crept across his lips.

“I can’t tell you all my secrets,” he whispered, giving your neck a quick bite. “Where’s the fun in that?”  

You shivered and curled your arms around his neck as he pulled back to give your lips a chaste kiss. A few strands of his hair fell in front of his hair and, on instinct alone, you swiped them back and bumped your nose against his. “I mean there’s a little fun in knowing you won’t get bludgeoned to death by your boyfriend at a decrepit house that he almost kissed you at once upon a time.”

“Bludgeoned?” He asked, swaying you in place. “What happened to the machete in my trunk?”

You seemed to consider this momentarily before glancing at the house. “Maybe you came prepared with a whole arsenal, I don’t know.”

Cocking his head to the side, Billy’s eyes narrowed in on your face as the two of you continued to stand there with only the breeze blowing between you. “I would never hurt you,” he simply said, “you know that right?”

“I do,” you hummed. “Even if we get tetanus at some point tonight.”

With some difficulty, on account of the newly acquired orange safety fencing now surrounding the property, the two of you managed to find that old park. For the most part, it looked the same; rusty and a little worse for wear, but essentially the same with its questionable slide and broken swings.

With a small smile, you carefully walked up the small platform with Billy’s hands circled around your hips, steering you over the wooden slats as the two of you tested your weight. The wood gave out quiet groans, making each step slightly nerve-wracking had it not been for the assurance of Billy’s fingers ghosting across your skin.

Eventually, you made it to that familiar stoop. The one just beneath the monkey bars that the two of you sat on all those years prior. It was strange being back. There wasn’t a shred of scenery that hadn’t been touched by time in some way or another. The house was in bits, the grass was now up to your thighs and the monkey bars were visibly sadder than they ever had been and yet sitting there, just the two of you, felt as though no time had transpired at all.

Billy could still feel the heat of your skin burning through his jeans as you sat there leg-to-leg, and as another gentle breeze blew, bringing with it the stale scent of mould from the dilapidated house, memories of that night so fucking long ago burned into his mind as clear as day.

“It’s weird being back here,” you began, leaning your head against Billy’s shoulder. “Just as creepy as I remember.”

“It is weird,” Billy echoed, reaching his arm out to let it fall around your shoulders. He tugged you into his side and ghosted his lips across your hairline.

Silence fell over the pair of you before Billy felt you shift beside him. “See this is what I thought you were coming out here to do that night,” you goaded, pinching his thigh.

Billy groaned dramatically and, without hesitation, cupped your chin and tilted your face up towards his. Peppering kisses along your cheeks and down your nose, he gave you a small, crooked smile before dipping his head down to kiss your lips. The kiss was short - innocent, even - but he relished in how soft your lips felt against his own.

When he pulled back, he bumped your nose and twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers as your foreheads met. “For what it’s worth, that’s what I wanted to do that night.”

Seemingly enough for you, all you did was smile and fall back against his chest as you both sat there, watching the tall grass bend and blow with every gentle breeze. He was tempted to let the silence spawn between the two of you, to simply enjoy the feeling of you pressed up tightly against him as you sat on that familiar park set, but there were a thousand things that Billy wanted to say. A thousand unspoken words that had been on the tip of his tongue for months that, tonight, seemed almost impossible to snuff out.

“If I’d kissed you that night,” Billy muttered, staring straight ahead at the empty space where a window once sat. “Things would have ended up so fucking different.”

“Maybe,” you muttered. “But no point in dwelling on it now, right? We’re here now. We’re together, even if it’s fucking messy, now. If you’d have kissed me that night, maybe we’d have broken up by now.” Pulling away from him his shoulder, you glanced across at him and ran your fingers along his cheekbone. “Maybe we would have tried our hand at dating and decided that we fucking hate each other.”

Billy shook his head and grabbed your hand. “That’s impossible.”

“Maybe,” you said again. “But, I stand by what I said. We’re together now, right?”

Billy watched you teeter off to the side, testing your weight again as you stood up to your full height. In confusion, his brows puckered as he watched you briefly glance around the empty, overgrown lawn, before those eyes found his once again.

“What are you doing?” He asked huskily.

Your fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt and Billy’s pulse quickened. And when you peeled your shirt off, exposing a black bra, Billy forgot how to breathe. “What are the odds that we have an audience right now?”

He swallowed hard, but his eyes never left yours. “Maybe a couple of ghosts,” he pushed out, Adam’s apple bobbing.

You grinned across at him and worked on your jeans next. In truth, the entire population of Woodsboro could have been watching and he wouldn’t have noticed. Wouldn’t have even bat a goddamn eye. The only thing he saw was you.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” you simply said, stepping out of your jeans.

He didn’t waste a second in stripping down to his boxers and as he slung them down his thighs, not caring about anything else in that moment besides the promise of you and that body, he just barely managed to slide his shirt beneath his bare ass to avoid needing a tetanus shot after everything was said and done.

Slowly, you stepped towards him as he helped you back onto the platform. Pushing your thong to the side, you carefully crawled up his lap and grinned as Billy’s dept fingers dug into your hips as you clambered up his strong thighs, holding you there and savouring exactly how you felt in that moment.

Reaching around, you unclasped your bra and let it fall to the wooden slats beside you. “No use dwelling on the past when we’ve got each other now, right?”

He was rock hard beneath you, desperate and straining, and the fact that he could feel just how wet you were, how warm that pussy felt against his thigh, made his grip on your hips tighten. He needed to make you feel how much he wanted you, needed you.  

“Right,” his voice was gruff.

He felt your hands grabbing his, guiding him to your body as though he needed the help. As though he hadn’t already memorized every inch of your perfect body before tonight. But he didn’t stop you, instead he watched in want as you slowly placed his chilled hands on your breasts. Your nipples were pert, the buds hardening even more at his touch.

You smiled and Billy could feel his heartbeat in his ears. ��

Gently, he massaged your breasts and rolled your nipples between his fingers. The sound of your moans, soft but constant, made his already rock-hard cock twitch with a hunger so primal he saw stars. A growl escaped his throat as ducked his head down to wrap his mouth around your nipple while his other hand continued to massage your other tit.

The moans he got out of you, time and time again, were enough to kill him.

“Billy,” you moaned his name, your harsh hiss sliced into the silence around you. “Fuck.”

Reaching down, you swirled his precum around the length of his cock before teasingly sliding the head of his cock between your folds, paying close attention to your clit.

Sucking in a greedy, sharp breath, Billy moved his assault to your other nipple and bit down. No matter how tight he held you there against him, no matter how much of your naked body he felt and touched and kissed, nothing was close enough.

His large hands splayed out across your back, guiding you further into his hungry mouth as your soaked cunt teased him. You were so wet and so needy for him. Fuck, you felt so fucking good already and you hadn’t even granted him to mercy of lowering yourself down onto his awaiting cock.

“You’re a fucking tease,” he whispered against your breast. “You know that?”

He felt you laugh as you squirmed against him. Quickening your pace on his cock, he slid his hands around your waist and held you there as he kissed his way up from your breasts and along your neck.

You writhed on top of him as he nipped and sucked on the tender flesh. If you weren’t careful, he was going to come hard and fast but, seemingly sensing his frustration boiling beneath his skin, you sat up a little taller and finally allowed his cock to spring to action before lowering yourself on top of him.

A low, guttural moan escaped your lips as his thick cock pierced you. Squeezing his eyes shut, his forehead fell against your bare shoulder as he tried like hell to gather himself but fuck you were making it damned near impossible. You just felt so fucking perfect, so warm and so tight against him, that it was taking everything not to grab you and hold you there as he pumped into that perfect cunt.

How could you make him feel this much? You had him, entirely. There wasn’t a future Billy could conceive without you in it.  His every waking thought was of you. You, you, you. It should have scared him, how much he truly fucking loved you and, in a way, it did. It terrified him some days.

But then he’d see you, feel you, taste you and that fear was gone.

Every little thing you did made him fall harder. When he slept, he dreamt of you. When he woke, he thought of you. Thought of that crooked little smile of yours, thought of that unhinged side of you that only he got to see. He thought of that darkness, that innate danger just boiling beneath the surface of it all and he was a fucking goner.

Slowly, you began to ride him but, while the feeling of you sliding up and down on his cock felt like a drug, his hands circled around your hips and held you there against him.

Stilling you almost immediately.

“Is something wrong?” Your breathless voice asked.

He shook his head and slowly circled his arms around your middle, holding you against him in the middle of that park. Nuzzling his face into your breasts, Billy held you against him, memorizing every inch of you as his cock filled you up.

“It’s me and you, baby,” he breathed out, coffee-coloured eyes traced every inch of your face. “No matter what, right? Do you promise me?”

You nodded, eyes hazy. Hungry. “I promise.”

“Say it,” he pleaded, nipping your chin. “I want to hear you say it.”

“You and me,” you echoed in a hushed whisper, “no matter what.”

Pushing his dark hair back and away from his face, you said nothing before leaning down and kissing him. It was gentle but needy, soft but hungry. Slowly, he released you, but your lips never strayed far from one another. Even as you commenced riding him, revelling in the feel of just how good he felt with every bound, your kisses were fevered and hungry.

Time lost all meaning after that and nothing, not the ghosts in that old house, not a damned thing, could tear the two of you apart. Nothing was guaranteed, he knew that to his core. But he knew you, knew your relationship, felt your love for him and felt his love for you and somehow, that was enough. One way or another, everything would work out for the two of you.

It had to.

He’d make sure of it.

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