#female lover

[wren-l-winter]

Every time she holds me, my heart melts as though I am wax and she is the wick, tenderly burning me away as the minutes pass by. I love the way her arms rest around me, even if she holds a knife to my back. The sharp tip in my flesh doesn't bother me as much as the emptiness her absence leaves.

[killerkissed]

Moon Sickness Part Three

Frankie x Female Reader

Note: I’m excited for these upcoming chapters 👀

Masterlist

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It’s loud. It looks like mostly bikers, hard souls, and metalheads frequent this place.

Neither of you have ever been here.

“This is like the time you dated that guy that said his name was Hawk, it wasn’t, and he was in that screamo band called My Mother’s Final Hour.”

“I was 14, Ace. Let it go.”

“A 16 year old had no business taking us to that garage to listen to his trash. It wasn’t even a good screamo band as if he was Gerard Way himself.”

You took her hand and led the two of you through the waves of people to a small little corner by a stage that looks more liable to fall in than anything else. It was a roar of sound. Ace shook her head but patted her stomach as if to remind herself that the Red Lobster she ate early would get her through this. Neither of you were good with crowds, especially if you didn’t know almost anybody in the crowd. The only reason you guys went to that party last night was because it was more of the people in your general courses.

“Good to see you!”

You jumped a bit and turned, face to face and almost touching to Frankie. She stood way above you but was leaning down to speak into your ear. Both sides of her hair were pushed back behind her own ears, showing a large amount of metal in them. A gold chain dropped in front of you like a leash, begging to be yanked on. She wore a torn oversized black shirt with hole-filled jeans and boots that could curb stomp somebody. She smelled like strawberry chapstick.

“Hi!” You blurted out, realizing you were staring more than speaking. A wave of people filed in and Frankie was pushed closer to both of you. She was practically on top of you at this point with both hands curled into fists above your head as her body arched over to as if protecting you from the swarms of bodies. You stared up into her face, her angled features, the freckles. There was something different about her tonight. You felt so pulled to her. All you wanted was this girl to pull your hair back and press her lips against yours, to feel her teeth against your throat.

“Sorry to make you come out here like this! I don’t know why Reece suggested this! I could kill him!” She said to both of you.

“I like grungy!” Ace yelled back.

You were still staring, looking at her eyes as her gaze shifted to speak to Ace. It was almost like her pupils were pulsing, maybe it was her whole eyes. The color would appear and disappear. Your gaze shifted down the bridge of her nose and back to her lips. Teeth could be sharp, you could almost feel them sinking into your flesh as you looked. Maybe you just wanted it to happen. Your eyes went down her throat to watch the muscles move as she spoke. You had to feel her skin, it called to you.

You reached out to brush your fingers against her neck. She turned to you instantly as her head tilted into your touch. Your fingers trailed down the interlinking pieces of the chain before you snapped out of it and brought your hand back. Another wave of people sent the space between the two of you shrinking and you could have sworn she took a sharp inhale out of the top of your head. “There was a fly.” You mumbled an excuse out as if anyone would even hear.

“A fly.” Frankie replied, standing up fully and running a hand through her long hair.

“What?” Ace yelled beside you, totally pulling you and Frankie out of whatever fucking bubble was happened there.

Frankie pointed in a direction and went for it. “I gotta go.”

You felt embarrassed. “What the fuck?” You shouted.

Ace patted you in the shoulder. “What the hell was that? You went full dummy. Did you even hear her?”

“No!” You shook your head hard.

“They’re about to go on!” She pointed to the stage. You twisted around to hear microphone feed back.

“What the fuck do you mean, it’s happening right now?” A voice on the speakers asked that sounded like Stone.

“You’re on the mic! You’re on the mic!” Another voice hissed.

One of the bartenders hopped over the counter and went flying backstage.

“I said, I think it just happened with her!” A different voice replied sounding like Frankie. The curtain flew open, exposing the only one on stage Reece who was yanking a microphone away from Stone.

He skidded to the center of the stage. “We will be turning up real quick and wow, that microphone test! Test, test.” He clicked into the microphone. Reece was another tall guy but probably the smallest out of the other two. His hair was chocolate brown and wavy, probably curly if it was short. He was tan from the sun and looked to probably work outside with an almost sunglasses tan on his face.

Stone stomped on to stage with a guitar, the pale one. He looked like he’d burn if he stayed outside too long. His hair was so black it was almost blue. He had to work out with the size of arms. It couldn’t all just be from playing music. He pulled a microphone stand out with him. No wonder you remembered him as watch guy, he had a six inch long tattoo on the same arm with the silhouette of a wolf.

People always looked different the morning after.

Frankie came on stage, red as a fresh strawberry, with a guitar slung across the front of her body before lining her fingers up with the strings.

Stone snatched the microphone back from Reece as he slipped to a drum set in the back. “We are Running Wild. Welcome to the movement that’s called our music.” He slipped the mic back into the stand and the music roared to life.

You feel like Ace would have the peel you off the wall once this was all over.

[afloweryouarepowerful]

[sankys-stuff]

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[meldrick]

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[ulkaralakbarova]

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Story | Anuska Roy (@forever_stranger_to_you) |

I sat in one corner of the pub, nursing my glass of Vodka and occasionally zoning in and out of this place. The bass synchronized itself to my heartbeat and I oggled at her dancing her way through the dance floor. She was elegant, swayed her hips gracefully and occasionally flipped her messy hair. The blue light of the pub lent her a misty look,…

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