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You can't imagine just HOW much I've been wanting to do that-
Aquarius/ Scorpio/ Gemini/ Pisces/ Sagittarius energy be like… ✨😜📱✨
“I said ‘no one has to know what we do’”
I did 🤷♀️
Maybe💭
maybe he will notice me one day. what if it was me the whole time, I wanna know. maybe he will tell me, even if its someone else. I just want to know if something will work between us. I hope he knows that im waiting forever, just not for him the whole time.
evermore or the 1? fearless or red? lover or better than revenge? wildest dreams or dress? stay beautiful or change? superstar or starlight? delicate or enchanted? tim mcgraw or shake it off? miss americana and the heartbreak prince or you belong with me? bye bye baby or epiphany? haunted or seven? never grow up or anti-hero? midnight rain or come in with the rain?
˒˒ㅤsay you'll remember meㅤ⟡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@interstellarz
Taylor Swift went from “say you’ll remember me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset” in Wildest Dreams to “please picture me in the weeds, before I learned civility” in Seven and I just-
This album really is her letting herself go back to her roots and the wildness of childhood, huh?
𓇢𓆸 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬
"someday when you leave me / i bet these memories follow you around"
💌 summary: once a dream relationship with the love of your life, now doomed to fail because of the media, you can only hope that minghao will think of you again -- even if it's in your wildest dreams.
💌 pairing: idol!minghao x non-celebrity!reader (angst, i almost cried planning this oneshot)
💌 genre(s): angst 😭
💌 word count: 3.25k words
even if you're not meant to be, you don't always have to end things on a bad note. inspired by taylor swift's 'wildest dreams', bolded and italicised words signify the lyrics.
"He said let's get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds..."
You sing the lyrics softly, looking out of the car window.
"Ironic," Your boyfriend chuckles from next to you, eyes trained ahead as he drives on the never-ending road, winding into evermore. "Exactly what we're doing now."
You let out a laugh, leaning your head on the window as he raises your interlinked hands to press a kiss on the back of your hand. "That we are, dear."
The sunset winds into the distance and shines, just the way you like it, and you pull out your camera, letting go of Minghao's hand to snap photos, much to his dismay.
"Hey," He nudges you after you're done admiring the way the oranges and yellows twist and intertwine in all the right places, and holds his hand out again. "Hold."
You pat his cheek affectionately and take his hand.
Thirty minutes later, the same man offers you his arm to hoist you up onto the roof of the van, where he insisted was the most beautiful place on earth.
You lay your head on his shoulder and sigh in content.
The sunset could shine all it wanted, and be the largest and prettiest thing in the sky, but nothing would beat the man who was currently nestled into your side, arms snug around you and smiling with the awe and love of a lifetime.
The photo you take of you two is now framed in your shared house, and your phone next to the photo frame buzzes and lights up.
"Happy two years dear, I love you to the moon and back. Sorry I had to go back to the city, but I promise I'll make it up to you."
"Nothing lasts forever... but this is gonna take me down..."
"What did you say?"
"I'm sorry."
"No, no, Hao, don't be sorry," you cajole. "We'll be okay. What did the company say?"
"They'll be releasing a statement." Minghao sounds half-frustrated, half sad as he paces around, you can hear his footsteps scuffing the floor. "They're trying to do damage control, but the media is already eating it up. People are spreading the photos and I just-- I'm sorry you have to go through this. I know we wanted to keep us private."
"It was going to come out at some point," You sigh. "We both knew that."
"But it shouldn't have happened this way." Minghao counters.
"I know," You murmur, "But don't think too much and worry. We'll be fine. I love you, and I'll see you tonight, okay?"
With the promise of seeing him and spending the night together, you hang up.
Two years is a lot, you tell yourself. He'll stick by you and you'll have the ending you always dreamed of with him.
But along with the consolation came a sense of dread. Were you convincing him or yourself?
"I can see the end, as it begins, my one..condition..is…"
"Minghao?" Your voice is meek, so scared, soft and vulnerable.
Minghao hates the way the happiness in your voice has disappeared.
"Darling?"
"Th-there's reporters shouting outside," You say, clutching the phone tight as if you could gain comfort from it. "Lots of them with cameras. They... I think you might have been followed home last night. They probably waited for you to leave."
"Shit," he curses. "Wait for me, I'll be right there."
"No!" Your voice cuts through. "You can't. Y-you'll be ambushed. I know how scary the paparazzi can get. I just--"
"Baby," He says, tears welling up in his eyes, because you’re right. He would be torn to shreds. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, a million times over. You don't deserve any of this, I-"
"No more of that," You whisper, and he goes quiet. "I love you. All I need is you. If this is what we must go through for me to be with you... so be it."
"I love you," he chokes out through a haze of tears and anguish. "I love you so, so, much, you have no idea."
"I love you too, Hao," You reply, and say that you'll hide out for a while so they'll leave before hanging up.
Minghao slumps down and cries like he's never cried before.
"I said, "No one has to know what we do", his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room...And his voice is a familiar sound..."
"Baby!" He races to you, sitting in the living room, still slightly shaken. He engulfs you in a hug. "I'm so sorry, I'll be sorry for the rest of my life..."
"It wasn't your fault," You reply softly, pulling back to cup his face, drawn and blotchy with tears. "Love you lots."
He wipes at your eyes, slightly swollen with your tears, ears still ringing with the shouts and camera clicks, eyes still seeing stars with the flashes as you stepped out to threaten calling the police.
"I love you," He weeps, clutching at the material of your clothes. "Why can't I just love you without other people getting involved?"
And you don't have an answer to that, so you just pull him in and press your mouth to his. It's salty with his tears, and he's shaking, but he hugs you tight, grip firm and unwavering.
He whispers promises into your skin, swears to every higher being that he'll keep you safe, promises that he'll love you for the rest of his life, and no one could keep him away from you, you both were too strong together for that. He tells you things will get better, they have to.
You believe him as you come undone, the tears staining the sheets beneath you.
"And when we've had our very last kiss...my last request...is.."
From that day on, everything changes, as much as you both vow to prevent it from happening.
Kisses are still shared, and movies are watched. His arms wind around you as you go to sleep, but those events are few and far between as he shuttles between you and the city, fulfilling his career.
When he comes home, he's either too tired to do anything, and you're not exactly inclined to ruin the one moment of peace he finally has for him.
What used to be a sanctuary of love and laughter and life, is now just an empty shell. Two people cohabiting in a desperate attempt to keep the flame kindled, huddling together for warmth.
You can feel it, and you know he can, too.
Things haven't gotten easier like he claimed. Your love hasn't dwindled one bit, but the media has only gotten more ferocious, even now hounding your workplace and regular haunts. You're practically confined within the walls of your home, either alone or with Minghao.
No more sunset dates. No more shared giggles under a blanket fort, no more pillow fights as he tackles you. No more late-afternoon cuddles as thin sunlight slants into the room. No more midnight instant noodle sessions. No more of anything. Silence overtakes, and the days drag by.
You know it's bubbling, the frustration, the anger at the media and at the world for being absolute busybodies, at Minghao (you don't know why), and at yourself.
And it's only a matter of time before it boils over.
You explode in the worst way possible.
It starts when Minghao comes home, looking even more tired than usual. You don’t even look up to greet him anymore as he trudges into the room, simply humming in acknowledgement. The spark in your eyes long gone, your smile feigned.
Perhaps those were the tell-tale signs of a relationship long gone. The spark wasn’t there. None of the previous joy you felt when he came home was there.
Were you falling out of love with him? ..No, that couldn’t be it. You knew you loved him for years, ever since you set eyes on him at an art museum, and you would always love him. Now, you just felt nothing but sadness when you saw him. If it wasn’t love, you would have only felt indifference.
None of you spoke about the reporters. It was like they didn't exist, only you knew it was the opposite, with them clamouring outside, with no reprieve. It was to the point where you had to lock every door and window for fear they would break in. Yet, both of you avoided the topic like a taboo, while it loomed over your bond like a dark cloud.
You came to the conclusion that it wasn’t that you wanted this relationship to end, it was more like… you just knew it would.
What you had with Minghao would not end well. It would only end.
“Hey,” He speaks for the first time since coming home. “How was your day?”
“Nothing much,” You reply, and the kitchen goes silent.
He knew your day was nothing much. He knew why it was nothing much too. You couldn’t even go out without being mobbed by shouting reporters and blinding cameras. How well could your day have went?
“Dinner?” You ask, and he shrugs. “Sure.”
It was sad, really, you note, how quickly a conversation could end. So pitiful that a couple of over two years, who always never had enough to say to each other, had nothing to say now.
You finish dinner in silence, only the clinking of cutlery to fill in the vacancy of your voices.
After dinner he walks to the living room and you to your phone. You open up the three messages that have appeared to view them, but let out a shriek and throw your phone on the couch next to Minghao.
He raises his eyebrows at you in confusion and picks your phone up when you look back at him, eyes wide in panic.
His eyes widen the same way when he sees the graphic content of the message, the threat of the malicious sender reverberating through his mind.
“This— you…” He trails off.
“Is-is that a knife?!” You yelp. “This person just sent me a photo of a knife and threatened to kill me!”
“Baby, wait—” Minghao gets up and reaches for you, but you shrink back. “D-don’t.”
His jaw tightens as he registers the fact that you’re afraid of him. That a devil hiding behind a screen was enough to scare you away from him, the person who loved you to the ends of the earth.
“Okay.” He steps back. “Please…don’t be scared of me. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Not you,” was your only whisper.
He furrows his eyebrows. “What?”
“Not you,” You speak up, slightly louder than before. “Just… the fact that the rumour is out, the media at our door… we no longer have anything to say to each other… it hurts me beyond what you know.”
“I’m trying, love,” Minghao says, quietly.
“I know you are,” You reply. “Like I said, it’s not your fault.”
“But you’re hurt,” Minghao protests. “I’m hurt too, you know? I can’t even bring you out, let you live a normal life and be with you as I want. It’s not fair to me, either.”
“Nothing was fair from the moment the articles broke,” You reply softly, tears coming to your eyes. “That what we have is seen like…a mistake. A sin. That you, just loving someone, is the greatest wrongdoing. That reporters found the need to stay at our door just for pictures of us. That someone found the need to threaten to kill me.”
“That’s not fair,” Minghao protests again, tears welling up too. “You’re not the only one suffering here. I am too! My career, my relationship, all of that shoved into the limelight. Do you know what that feels like?”
“I don’t,” You answer. “I know I will never fully understand your situation. All I’m asking is…can’t we just—”
“Pretend nothing happened? Go on with this?” Minghao’s voice cracks. “You don’t want that. You do not. We can’t.”
“Why not?” You ask.
“Because nothing will ever be the same! Nothing we do can let us go back to before. You are hurt and stuck here, I am done for, we are now shackled here—”
“Shackled?” You ask quietly. “Is this what it is?”
“No, I—”
“I think I’ve known for a while,” You say. “That it’s not ‘if’ we will end, it’s when we will.”
“W-What?”
“There isn’t anything there anymore, Hao,” You throw your hands up. “Hell, we don’t even have anything to say to each other!”
“What can I say?! That my career is half ruined, my relationship dying away, my fans threatening to end us both?!”
You turn away, wiping the tears off your cheeks. “You should go, Minghao. I...I don’t want to keep you here if you don’t want to be. I'm so sorry...”
"Why won't you fight for us?" His voice is a deathly whisper.
"What?"
"Why... I know it's hard but... why-why are you giving up?"
"Giving up...?"
"You gave up on us." He breaks into a sob. "We don't talk because every time I look at you, I can't help but keep thinking about how much better your life could have been. You could go on sunset drives whenever you want. You could have spent night after night in blanket forts without a care in the damn world, without worrying that one day someone's going to break the door down and do something to you. You-"
"Thinking like that was always meaningless without you, Hao," You let out a humourless laugh. "All I wanted to do those things with was you."
"We can still do it all," He says, striding towards you. "I told you. I won't leave you."
"But you have to." You murmur back. "I've seen the reports. You're one of the highest-rising stars now. You're worlds away from where I am. And just being me, being bombarded with attention like this, attention I don't want, day in and day out, it... it suffocates me."
"So that's it?" He asks dejectedly. "You don't want me anymore?"
"I do want you, it's all I want," You try to gesture, try to tell him what you mean, but he shakes his head.
"You used to say that with so much life. Now... it's like a stranger telling me that." You look at him, eyes pleading, tears spilling over.
He takes a step back, eyes scanning you like it's the last time he'll see you. "I'm so, so sorry I put you through this. I-I'll go. I'll go now."
He comes forward and cups your face. He leans in, and kisses your forehead. The delicate action and gentleness of it all, combined with the salty tang of his tears, makes you tear up again.
“Say you remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe…”
You register the front door closing behind him. He’s gone, and God knows if he’ll ever return.
That night, you turn off the lights, make sure the windows are closed, but you leave the wooden door unlocked. You never locked it when he hadn’t come back.
You tuck yourself in, the way you like it, the way Minghao does it, and fall into a fitful sleep, the last words you uttered to each other ringing in your head.
When you wake up the next morning, Minghao hasn’t come back.
Something just tells you he won’t return this time.
“Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you’ll see me again…” The tinny sound from the aged record player plays, prompting you to hum along to the tune.
“XU MINGHAO, singer, makes record-breaking return to the stage, set to perform...”
“Three years on — where is XU MINGHAO’s mysterious ex-partner now?”
“Woman spotted outside his apartment — liar or lover?”
You close the papers.
You smile. He’s on top of the world, just like he dreamed.
And you… you were just here. Alone, but moderately content, and at peace.
The media had left you alone from the third week that Minghao didn’t return. They probably deemed you less newsworthy, you muse, as you pour yourself another cup of coffee.
You sip coffee as you sift through your mail. You pick up an envelope, and smile at your friend’s invitation to an awards ceremony. Knowing that you were a fan of one of the performing ballad singers, she, as part of the management team, had taken it upon herself to secure you a ticket.
You get up and stretch. It was time to go to the city.
"And now, winning the most prestigious award of the night, the Artist of the Year..." The announcer smiles, stage makeup bold and sparkling against the lights. She steals a look at the card in her hand, takes a deep breath.
"Xu Minghao!"
Your hand flies to your mouth as the big screen shows his face, smiling as he waves, bows, and walks to the stage. You don't look out of place, as just about every fangirl is doing the same. Tears come to your eyes and you blink them away.
He's just as dashing as ever. Decked in a smart suit and jacket to match, with small, sleek hoops in his ears, and lips curved in a charming smile, he accepts the award and addresses the crowd.
"I...I'm beyond honoured to stand here today," His eyes dart about, trying to capture every pair of eyes from his vision. "You know I owe just about everything to my fans, new and old, my family, and my friends who've been with me through everything."
He visibly swallows. "And there's one more person, one really, really special person I want to thank."
He stretches out his hand and smiles as if beckoning to someone, and a beautiful lady hesitantly steps up, dressed in a gorgeous champagne-coloured gown, soft curls in her hair, a bounce in her step.
"She saw me through the darkest period of my life," He says, clutching onto the lady's hand like a lifeline. "From strangers to friends, from friends to lovers, I want her to know she's my day one."
The cameras and fans go wild, everyone clamouring to get a better glimpse as the woman smiles at him, full of adoration like he once used to look at you, and they share an embrace on the stage, the host cutting in to sing praises of the newly hard-launched couple.
Meanwhile, you sit, rooted to your place, as you watch them. But it isn't overwhelming sadness that engulfs you. It isn't any form of bitterness or resentment. The sweet tang of pride, that he can now freely love, and gratitude, that his new love was doing what you failed to, rests on your tongue.
You rise to your feet. As you're in a row closer to the front, it isn't hard to get out. As you walk towards the exit, you glance back one last time, only to have shock rain down on you as he locks eyes with you from the stage.
The shock dies away swiftly, only to be replaced by soft joy. You smile slightly and nod at him once, with nothing but sincerity in your eyes, and watch the relief sag on his shoulders as he smiles and nods back. Even with no words shared, he knows you've both found your ending.
"Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah, huh..."
writer's note: first ever oneshot and this was...sad? but also i wrote this in one day and almost decided not to publish it because it was so rough lol
but please enjoy! any feedback and interactions are welcome :> thank you for reading!!
My lucid dreaming has risen on a whole new level.
I NOW POSSESS THE ABILITY TO CONTROL TIME AT WILL.
I found out how to go back in time within my dreams when I was fighting a warden in hand-to-hand combat, and I first went forward in time when The other people’s dialogue got boring and I just kindof skipped it. This is the coolest thing i’ve ever done in a dream and I’ve drop-kicked a wolf into orbit from the inside of a tank after escaping a volcano that erupted twice.
I shall keep you posted on any new developments I make.
day-to-day chronicles
i cant be the only one who immediately thought of Lily and Ryle after watching that one part in the All Too Well (short film)
PLS TELL ME SOMEONE GETS THE SAME VIBE TOO
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How to make your manifestations come true
1. Have a high vibration/ energy. You attract what you believe. If you keep thinking negative, negative things and people will come into your life.
2. Speak up about what you want. The more you say what you desire, the more likely your dream will come true.
3. Try out/ experiment with different manifestation techniques. One of the most popular techniques are scripting and the 555 method but go with whatever your heart desires.
4. Have the passionate drive to do all the hard work that comes with manifestation. Don’t expect your dreams to come true on their own. You have to take bold action. Trust me, it will get difficult. But if you really want something, you have to work hard in order to achieve it. And hold on tight because it can come true.
Hope this helps anyone who is currently trying to manifest their dreams. Know that the sky is the limit. You got this. As Sheriff Woody once said, “Reach for the sky” . Love you all
Hi, guys, it’s me your girl, the book geek. I am so sorry that it’s been a while since the last time I came on here. Things have been stressful and I am glad that things are getting back to normal. So I thought why not write a Dune 2021 fanfic about Paul. I don’t know about you guys but I like timthee chalament. That plays Paul in the movie, he is what I imagined Paul would look like and act while I was reading the book Dune. So all I like to say is that if the next Dune movie is coming out, next year I hope that the actor plays Paul again. So without further a do, here is the story....
( It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this movie, so I have forgotten some things in the movie, if I made any mistakes in the storyline let me know.)
Themes: Mpreg, dreams, seeing the furture. ( I’m not very good at naming themes) Yelling, angst, and remembering the past.
Summary: Paul is dreaming about the Holy War, and also dreamed about his child and his husband ( Paul is almost at the end of his pregnancy. Like 8 months? And also Paul fell deeply in love with another duke. And the duke felt the same way with Paul, so they got married and Paul got pregnant. But the duke got murdered while the Harkonnens invaded.) And Paul and Jessica escapes. And Paul has the dream of the war and everything.
P.S: this will be long, Justin letting y’all know.
It was one of those nights... for Paul, the endless visions, dreams, nightmares, of the future. But this one? This is was the worst one yet... Paul shivered in the cold night. Words came out of his mouth, but none of them made sense. Just mumbles. Paul found himself back at his home planet. The waves roared fearless hitting the soft sand, Why am I here? Paul thought to himself. He looked around everything looked and seemed normal. But didn’t feel normal, “ Dad! Dad!” Paul turned his head to see a girl... who looked like around fourteen years old. She had curly brown hair that went down to her waist. Her skin was whiter than the clouds, she had a smile that stayed on her soft but confident face. But the one thing that made Paul froze in place. Was her eyes... those same soft lively emerald eyes. “ Did you see that? I went over that 7 foot wave!” “ I saw it, Valniya you almost gave me a heart attack.” Tears ran down Paul’s face as he recognized the man, ‘no... no... this is just a Dream, it’s just a dream.’ Paul reinsured himself.
But he couldn’t, the love of his life was alive again and still was handsome as ever. Paul stood there frozen in time until the girl’s eyes moved from the man to him. Her eyes widened, her lips formed that same smile. And ran to him while yelling. “Papa!” Paul wanted to move, wanted to run towrds her. His legs wouldn’t budge, but Paul’s mind was on autopilot as he walked towards her. That’s when he heard it.
‘ I missed you, papa.’ Paul felt his heart and chest tightened with a feeling he hadn’t felt for so long. Not ever since he died, Even though he didn’t hear out loud. But through his mind. It was the most gentle sound he ever heard in his life. ‘ I missed you too.’ Before he could say anything else, Paul felt arms wrapped around his waist. His eyes fell on that same girl. Who Gently squeezed him, Paul’s arms snaked around her and did the same. “ Hey, love how was the meeting?” Paul stared at him, tears filled his hazel eyes as the sun shined upon the man he loved and cherished the most. “ Honey, is everything ok?” “ Papa, please Don’t cry. I don’t like it when you cry.” Paul glanced at his child, he couldn’t believe how she looked like him and her father. A smile appeared on Paul’s face for th first time. “ I’m not crying, Val I promise I’m not crying.” Paul said, while he found himself placing a kiss on his child’s forehead. “ Are you sure Darling? You look like your upset about something.” Paul sighed, as a hand was placed on his cheek.
He missed him so much, it felt like a part of him had been ripped out of him. “ It’s nothing, Kieran. I just miss you.” Paul leaned towards Kieran. And the first time for what felt like years. Paul’s lips touched Kieran’s, Paul didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t care anymore. Kieran was there with him and their child, Kieran let out a chuckle. “ You missed me that much?” Paul nodded. “ Yes.. I did...” Paul gently pulled Valniya between them, “ I missed the both of you, so.. so much.” Paul replied. Wrapping his arms around Kieran and Valniya, while Kieran did the same to Paul. “ Me and Val aren’t going anywhere. My love.” But then...
Paul was now in the desert of Akkrais, “ Kieran! Valniya!” The air was filled with Paul’s desperate screams and yells for them.
Things happened to quickly for Paul, first. War, then fire, but then he saw Valniya. Something dark hovered over her. Blood dripped from her nose. As she screamed while her hands were in Front of the large shadow. Paul could feel the overwhelming power of her. Suddenly, Paul saw Valniya kicking and screaming as two guards dragged her towards someone. Who held a dagger. And began to press against her neck. “ Get away from her!” Paul yelled, as he ran straight at them. But it was too late. Blood dripped down from the cut, and her eyes began to...
“ Paul!” Paul stood up, and realized he was in the tent with his mother Jessica. Paul began to tremble. Sweat pour down his face, tears ran down. Paul places his hand on his swollen belly, and was revealed that his daughter was still there with him.
Jessica moved towards him, whispered in his ear. “ GET OFF OF ME!” Jessica jolted and coiled away from Paul. His voice was unnatural almost not human, “ YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU BENE GENEISTE MADE ME A FREAK!” A tear ran down Jessica’s face, as she watched her son coiled in fear as he wrapped his arms around his pregnant belly. “ What’s next? Huh? You gonna take my child away from me? Like what the Reverend Mother wanted you to do? When She first knew of her existence? Make her into a freak like me, but more powerful than any being in this universe?” Paul couldn’t control his body as it kept on shaking and shaking. The fear of his daughter becoming like him but more powerful, and stronger than he is. And watched as his child was killed in front of him.
Jessica slowly moved towards Paul, her arms wrapped around him. “ I’m sorry, mother I’m so sorry.” “ It’s ok... Paul, I understand of what you were going through. When I got pregnant with you. The reverend mother wanted to take you away from me as well, but I didn’t let her. When she told me to take your child away, when she is born I couldn’t do it to you. I wanted you to have a good and happy life with Kieran and your child. But it doesn’t seem to end that way. I forgive you my son.”
Paul leaned into the comfort of his mother, as he remembered his mother’s words. Paul slowly closed his eyes as he gently held his unborn child...
So that is the end of this story, let me know of what you thought about it. If you guys want to make more long stories like this one. Make sure to share and like this one see y’all later bye!
Motivate Me - Adam Stanheight / Reader
A/N Inspired by Wildest Dreams - by Taylor Swift (lol like it wasn't obvious.)
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The chit-chatter from the downstairs cafe drifted over to you as you sat on the park bench across from the apartment. It was a chilly day, but the sun was out and the air was fresh. Adam Faulkner was beside you, he seemed alright except for the distant look in his eyes. He was staring grimly at the cafe. You knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t okay. “What’s wrong?” You asked him bluntly, though you didn’t doubt he would try to avoid the question.
He didn’t seem to hear you though. Whatever was on his mind must be really troubling him. He kept looking between the cafe and the apartment, and back again. And finally, Adam leaned into you, muttering, “Let’s get out of this town. Drive out of the city, away from the crowds.”
You looked at him in surprise. “What? Don’t you like it here?”
“Meh. It was better before a murderer started living here. Wha’d’ya say?”
At first you were flabbergasted, but after some more thought you realized it wasn’t too far fetched. Adam had been trying to convince you to leave this area for a long time. He was nervous, you were nervous, but it appeared that Faulkner was really starting to get AGITATED. Obviously, he just did NOT like it here.
Heaven can’t help me now… You contemplated in awe. I’m really destined to run away with Adam Faulkner Stanheight? Sounds like a plan to me…
“Of course,” you replied. “If you’re ready to leave, then we can go. I’m ready when you are, Adam.”
“Great,” Adam whispered. “It’s way too fucking loud here. I’d prefer much more… private property.”
You understood completely. The street below your apartment could be quite loud sometimes. “When do you plan on packing? That’s the biggest problem right now.”
Adam frowned. “I know. But… I plan on doing it this time.” He laughed.
This is gonna take me down. He’s so tall and handsome as hell. He’s so bad but he does it so well…
“Hey, babe,” Adam interrupted your train of thought. “Why do you look so sad?”
“Huh?” You looked up at him. “I’m not sad. I feel fine.”
Adam took a step back and eyed you dubiously. “Do you want to stay?” He asked.
“No! I don’t mind if you want to leave. All I care about is being with you.”
Adam scooped you off the bench and brought you inside. “Well let’s start looking for places! Come on, it’ll be fun, I promise!”
I can see the end as it begins. My one condition is…
Adam dumped you on the bed and lifted up his computer. He started scanning for places. You watched over his shoulder, anxiety consuming you. For some reason you were scared that you were going to lose Adam. You weren’t sure why. Some… instinctive intuition that loomed precariously over you.
“Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams. Wildest dreams.” Your voice was like a soft breeze on the beach, not even audible against the outside noises.
“Hmm? What was that?” Adam questioned nicely, gazing at you.
“I like that one. It looks pretty.” You pointed to a random picture on the screen.
“I mean…” Adam squinted his eyes. He didn’t believe what you were telling him. “We don’t need such a large house for only us.”
“Yeah. I know. The gables looked neat.”
Adam stared at you in disbelief. “Yeah, right.” And then he pinned you to the bedpost. “It’s not that. Something’s the matter. Are you sure you don’t want to leave? I don’t mind staying if you really want to.”
“No,” you insisted. “I don’t want to stay here, either.” And it was the truth.
Adam straddled you, and pushed you up against the pillows. “So, what’s wrong?”
Adam’s persistent concern for you was overwhelming and way too persuasive. It made you want to tell him everything. Oh how you loved this man so much! “Are you going to leave me?” The words were out of your mouth before you could even think of a nice way of putting it. Your voice trembled out of fear.
Adam was surprised to hear the question. “Leave?” He lowered his head to yours. “Why on earth would I leave someone so precious? Someone so… perfect?”
“I-I don’t know…” You stammered self-consciously. “J-Just what if you do?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Adam scoffed, his face getting closer and closer to yours. You smiled against his lips, and that made Adam kiss you right then and there. “Shit, baby, you’ve gotta stop thinking I’m going to leave you all the time. It’s depressing, and I don’t like it.”
You let out a low, nervous chuckle. “Sorry. You know, I can’t help it sometimes.”
Adam kissed you again, slowly, making sure to prolong the moment for as long as possible. He didn’t want to rush anything. You moaned excitedly.
Finally, Faulkner backed away. He fumbled with his computer for a little bit, and then snapped the lid shut, and slid it onto the floor. He looked back at you. “Buying houses can wait ‘till tomorrow,” he said casually, and then began to strip you of your clothes.
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. And his voice is a familiar sound… Nothing lasts forever…
You helped him to undress himself, which he much appreciated, but once the task was finished he had you in a bundle underneath him, enticing you with words, kissing, and teasing.
But this is getting good now…
“Baby, dearest, I wouldn’t leave you. I wouldn’t even leave you if someone told me it would end humanity. I would love you anyway, and I would continue to love you, because I DO love you. And I ALWAYS will.”
You groaned, and relaxed in Adam’s arms. His words made you feel warm and fuzzy. You couldn’t believe that someone could care about you so much like Adam did. You nuzzled your nose against his shoulder affectionately. Adam combed his fingers through your hair.
He’s so tall, and handsome as hell…
You started to kiss his neck and jaw, and then his mouth. Adam allowed you to treat him but he was clearly the one in control. He lifted your head up in his soft fingers, and started to kiss you harder than last time. He pushed you into the pillows.
He’s so bad but he does it so well.
Adam's lips were aggressive and proficient. You let your head roll back, and Adam held you up, as he traveled down your body. He covered you with kisses.
And when we’ve had our very last kiss, my last request it is:
“Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams. Wildest dreams.” You repeated it once more.
This time he could hear you. He pulled away, and gazed at you. “What are you mumbling about, dearest? I’m not gonna forget about you. And please, don’t act like you’d wear make up!”
You giggled for the first time that day. You nodded. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
In the midst of your “midday activity”, you found yourselves all tangled up with each other. It was a beautiful several hours that followed, though unfortunately no house buying was ever committed. By the end of it all, you both were exhausted and breathless. However, you felt around for Adam’s hand. You clasped it desperately in your own.
You whispered into the quiet room, “I love you, Adam. I need you, please understand.”
Adam looked down at the majestic mess below him, the one he had just banged. “I understand just fine.”
You grunted contentedly.
Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams. Wildest dreams.
You felt cozy being pressed between your boyfriend and the mattress. You breathed in his scent, and laid your head on the pillow. This moment was perfect. You sighed out happily, and closed your eyes. You could feel Adam kissing down your neck again, and you let him have his way with you. “I’m sorry for doubting you,” you said.
“Shhh,” Adam put a finger over your mouth without even looking up at you. “Just forget about it.”
You rolled beneath him, and spluttered an indistinct message of acknowledgement. Tiredness filled your whole body, and you pushed Adam off of you. “I’m sorry, babe. I can barely stay awake…”
Adam allowed you to fall asleep. He had achieved his goal for the night, and he accompanied you in dreamland after a couple seconds of watching you sleep.
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