dreams have gravity

[theuntoldtragedies]

He shivered as her warm breath washed over him. The shiver snaked along his spine, bringing each nerve ending to life. She was going to be the death of him. Despite his haze of lust, he managed to frown at her tone. There wasn’t anything funny about their current situation—couldn’t she see how much pain he was in? But Jesse could only amble along after her, trying to move as quickly as the restrained denim would allow. She was on a mission, there was no doubt about that. As she pulled him into the elevator, all of his instincts urged him to make her feel exactly  the same agony he was, until he felt the cooling texture of metal snapping against his skin. “What…?” His eyes snapped to hers, questioning blazing there furiously. The fog which clouded his mind couldn’t make sense of the handcuff restricting his wrist as he followed behind Vienna with his confused lust swirling above his head.

The open space of their suite greeted him, but gave him no sense of comfort. “Vienna, what are you—,” He was silenced as he was pushed into a nearby chair. The sun streaming in from the window highlighted her hair, giving her an angelic glow. But Jesse knew she was anything but. His mouth gaped open as he legs wrapped around him. Jesse’s heart stopped. Any form of blood that was being pumped to his most vital organ had shot south, and his arousal grew even more painful than before. He groaned deeply when she rolled her hips against him. She’s going to fucking kill him. “Babe.” His hand that was free of shackles squeezed her waist desperately. “I want your mouth…” He jerked his hips. “…Here.” His jaw clenched so tightly Jesse was sure his teeth were going to shatter. “And then I want to make you scream my name.” His voice grew hoarse, each word scraping against his throat as his lungs fought for air. “Please.”

[viennaronan-blog]

It shouldn’t have, but his groan made her crack a satisfied smirk. She knew she was probably  beginning to push him a little too far, but at the same time that a part of her wanted to give him anything and everything he wanted, there was also an overpowering urge to watch him squirm. To drive him off the deep end as she watched his need for her build. Vienna definitely wasn’t sweet all the time, not with Jesse. But forcing herself to contain her own desire for him that was always there would probably make this better for both of them. Which was why all she did was slowly grind her hips down on him again. Her heart beat faster at his words, and for a split second all she wanted to do was bend to his every whim.

                                                  Please.

She applied more pressure with her hips, rolling them from side to side as her free hand gripped harshly at his hair. “Mmm…” She hummed, as if she was attesting what he was telling her. Then she shook her head slowly, wild and untamed lust sparkling in her eyes. ” ——- No,” She whispered breathlessly, before bringing her voice to a suddenly demanding tone and pressing  harder against him to emphasize her point.

                                                   ”Louder.”

[theuntoldtragedies]

His irises lit up dangerously as lust ignited his blood. Jesse felt the muscle above his jaw twitch as her lips skimmed his sensitive skin. Sometimes he abhorred the fact that Vienna has the ability to turn him on so easily, leaving him straining in his jeans when in the company of others. But when her hand met the bulge that was pressing against his zipper, he had to will his hips not to jerk further into her touch. Let’s go. Just what he needed to hear. As he dragged behind her, he made sure to keep his hips pressed close, angling himself so his painful arousal wasn’t visible to any onlookers. He pressed his mouth into her hair. “You’re not getting away with this.”

[viennaronan-blog]

Tilting her head to the side, she smirked, turning her lips into his ear. “I think I already have…” She murmured, her voice caked with amusement. She bounded across the tiled floor to the elevator as they walked into the lobby —— suddenly grateful that they were on the third floor and she could seduce him in the elevator. Vienna quickly dragged him  inside, satisfied that they were the only two in there. Not caring if anyone saw them once they made it to their floor, she reached into her bag to pull out a pair of handcuffs. She hadn’t been kidding when she had she planned this, and she securely fastened one of Jesse’s wrists just as the elevator dinged. “You’re coming with me.” She murmured with hot breath against his ear, securing the other side around her own wrist and dragging him by the chain down the hall to their room. She slid the room card into the slot,  swinging the door open and shoving him into a chair by their window. “We’re playing a birthday game,” She whispered, sitting on his lap and draping her legs over each side of the chair. “I’ll do anything you want me to do to you,” She added seductively, grinding her hips into his. “But you have to say it out loud. And I want to hear you beg.” Maybe saying things like this should embarrass her, but it didn’t. The sky was the limit with him. "Or, you can do whatever you want to me..." She countered, running her lips along his ear. "Just tell me and it's yours."

[theuntoldtragedies]

He managed a small chuckle that quickly died as she grazed his earlobe. “Naked. Yeah, only you.” His words were incoherent, his mind elsewhere as he felt his heated blood head south. His skin tingled as her voice cloaked him in it’s chiming allure. Jesse’s bronzed hand covered the small of her back. “Yes.” His fingers gripped her shirt. "And I want yours all over mine."

[viennaronan-blog]

Honestly, it was her guilty pleasure to effect Jesse like  this in public places, especially when they were relaxing poolside at the hotel where people were gathered everywhere. "Mm," She hummed, brushing her lips across his jaw. One of her hands aimlessly fell to the front of his jeans, and she grinned. "Yeah?" She grabbed her smoothie, setting it down on a table nearby and turned to grasp his hand. "Let's go." Vienna yanked him in toe of her pursuit, heading straight to the elevator once they entered the side door that led to the lobby.

[theuntoldtragedies]

Jesse’s eyebrows raised as he contemplated her seriousness in the temporary silence. Her sudden giggle elicited a nervous chuckle from him. “You wouldn’t…” He said, his words sounding like a question. But her lips hovering by his ear caused him to lose his train of thought. He groaned quietly. “This isn’t fair.”

[viennaronan-blog]

"I would." She warned, total seriousness seeping into her voice. Besides it would be a sight. She was already grinning at the image in her head. "Maybe not though, I like being the only person that gets to see you naked." She smiled, nibbling on his ear lobe. "What's not fair?" She asked innocently. "It's not fair that I want your hands all over me?" She asked sweetly, more innocence in her voice.

[theuntoldtragedies]

His retort was forgotten as she placed herself closer to him, her simple touch causing a flutter within his chest. “You’re still naughty.” He murmured as he watched with vivid interest as her teeth captured her lip. Jesse grinned, feeling the cliche reply hovering on the tip of his tongue. But he couldn’t help himself, he loved it when Vienna was playful. "Or else what?"

[viennaronan-blog]

"Or else, I'm going to lock you out of the hotel room without any of your clothes." She replied after a dramatic silence that she placed, and then she giggled. She leaned up to press her lips to his ear, whispering softly. "And you won't get to see how naughty I can actually be."

[theuntoldtragedies]

He simply waggled his eyebrows at her, whilst replicating her laugh. His laugh grew louder as she lunged at him. “Well, I am behaving—you’re the one being naughty.” He brought the cup from behind his back as he stepped away from her reach. “Come and get it then, Rocky. Whatever happens, I’ll win.”

[viennaronan-blog]

"I'm being naughty? You're the one over there with your innuendos." Rising to the challenge, she stepped forward, grabbing the arm that was holding her dink firmly and purposely placing her face right in front of his. She glanced down to look  him over, biting into her bottom lip seductively. "Hand it over, or else."

[theuntoldtragedies]

"No, I’m not. Can’t say I blame the guy though.” His hooded eyes appraised her. “There is no maybe  about it, Vi. Doesn’t the birthday boy get what he wants?” His fingers curled around the fruity cup, hiding her drink behind his back. “Because I can’t see a smoothie anywhere.”

[viennaronan-blog]

"Oh, that's real nice. How flattering." She rolled her eyes, breathing out a short laugh. "Sure he does, I've got big things planned. But only if he behaves." Vienna gestured behind his back. "And it starts with giving me my smoothie back." Her arms darted around him, attempting to reach for it while a smile widened across her face. "I'll fight you!"

[theuntoldtragedies]

"Yes, he was being nice. Nice enough to try and look down your shirt.”

[viennaronan-blog]

"Maybe you're just seeing things, you big giant baby. But it is your birthday week, so I'll let it slide. Maybe we should go back to the hotel, and I'll let you see down my shirt. ---- Oops, gotta finish my smoothie first."

[viennaronan-blog]

"Would you relax? The guy was just being nice."

[theuntoldtragedies]

a dream within a dream ϟ vienna and jesse

[theuntoldtragedies]

Jesse had never felt so aware of himself. He could feel each rhythmic slap of his heart as its pace shook his rib cage. He could sense the heat of his pulse as it flickered wildly beneath his skin. All the while the ripe fear of rejection clung to him with decrepit fingers. He shouldn’t have spoken a word. His… affliction, was best kept to himself. As surely, a new light would be cast over him causing Vienna to see him differently. The last thing he wanted. His fists clenched around the cotton sheets as onslaughts of shame crushed him. Jesse’s pettiness would cost him everything—a successful gateway to destroy all that he’s built.

The silence seemed to cloud the room, drowning Jesse in vivid memories as he is forced to recall all he has said. He wished vehemently that he could bring it all back, to retract the words with his hands and hold them tightly in his fists so they wouldn’t be released again. A deep, shuddering breath wracked his chest as his eyes bore holes onto the floor. He couldn’t look anywhere else, not whilst he was so hyper aware of the girl that sat behind him. Jesse felt the bed shift, her movements causing his heart to pick up the already rapid pace. His hooded eyes flew open as her seemingly delicate hands yanked his face, forcing Jesse to lose himself in her hazel depths.

Those eyes—the first thing he saw when he woke, and the last thing he saw as sleep carried him away. Always filling him with surges of contentment. Some days, Jesse noticed that in the light it seemed as if her eyes absorbed the sun. When she laughed, he could even see them twinkle. But now… The emotion in her depths had his stomach gripped with nausea, knowing that he was the cause of this change. His shaky hands lifted to clasp her wrists, his thumb tracing her pulse. Jesse’s eyelids fluttered downwards, before lifting to meet her gaze. He watched her lips move, his stomach dipping as he voice floated to his ears.

You are not pathetic, you aren’t stupid. Even though he knew the words weren’t true, he could feel himself steadily waving away the heavy mist that seemed to shroud him. An unsteady smile graced his lips. He couldn’t seem to shake the fear that losing Vienna was a certain possibility, and getting his mind to focus was proving an almost impossible task. At the sight of her glossed eyes, Jesse could feel his own throat close with emotion. He blinked furiously. “No.” He murmured, letting his thumb brush over her lower lashes. But his movements were immediately halted.

Because I think that you’re unstoppable. And I don’t think that there’s anything you can’t do if you try hard enough. A gasp ripped through his chest. “Oh, Vi.” His lip trembled slightly as her touch smoothed along his cheeks. “You don’t know my mom, sweetheart. She does.” His heart felt lighter from the hefty burden that plagued him, each of her words calming and soothing the erratic beats and pulsations of his body. His hands drifted to clasp hers. “But no, I’m the lucky one. Loving you is easy, Vienna. I’ve always loved you, I don’t tell you that enough. I don’t how…” His voice cracked, a tear escaping down his cheeks. “… How I found you.”

[viennaronan-blog]

It didn't matter to her if she didn't know the woman, she refused to believe that anyone could ever hate Jesse in a million years. But the look on his face was living proof that he genuinely thought that she did, and there must be a legitimate reason for that. Still ---- hate him?

             She was brought out of her confused pondering              by the sound of his voice again her heart swelling              and overflowing with emotions. It was true, he              didn't remind her as often as she may have              preferred he did, but she still knew it was how              he felt.

                                  "More like I don't know how I found you."                                   She spoke with a small smile, muttering                                   an addition quietly. "But... I think I need to                                   hear things like that more often."

The words fell out without her meaning for them to, but he was spilling his guts, so she should probably come clean too. Especially now that she was discovering all of these things that he never told her. As if he didn't trust her enough to have faith that she wouldn't still love him the exact same way ---- that it wouldn't change anything. Or maybe that he didn't love her enough. She immediately cringed at the thought, knowing it wasn't the case. Or ---- at least desperately wanting to know it wasn't.

            "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked,             worry for his reply seeping into her voice.

[theuntoldtragedies]

a dream within a dream ϟ vienna and jesse

[theuntoldtragedies]

"Yes, I do." He muttered. Vienna meant too much to him for Jesse to continue holding himself back. He wanted to give every peace of himself to her, baring himself and his myriad of vulnerabilities. Before his dream, he would never have considered opening up to her to this extent. He preferred things the way they were—with Jesse ambling around beneath his aura of pretending. But even he knew his past would rear it’s ugly head, forcing him to be torn open in order to face his fears. But was he lying to her all this time? He didn’t want to think of it that way, but in actuality, he was. He was a liar, and it fucking hurt.

Her hands cradled him as if he was fragile, a piece of carefully polished china that would surely break if handled too roughly. A part of Jesse didn’t want her to hold him this way, yet he couldn’t help the fluttering of his eyelids as his skin welcomed her touch and burned him with the comforting sense of familiarity. It eased the sense of aching dread that thumped inside his ribcage. He smiled softly, although he wasn’t sure whether it resembled a smile at all.”I love you.” And he did, more than he thought possible. If things were going to go to shit, he wanted to tell her one more time.

A heavy sigh escaped his chest, a weight that refused to lift itself off off of his heavy heart. “You said… You called me an idiot. Pathetic. A couple of times.” Jesse’s fist clenched the moment he spoke, realising how utterly petty he sounded. “You said I was nothing to you.” His jaw clenched, feeling overpowered by the intensity of his emotions. He couldn’t imagine how this sounded to Vienna—that his nightmares consisted of her calling him a few names. But they weren’t just names to Jesse. They were reminders of his weaknesses, the key to the past warped with cruel misjudged anger only to be smoothed over with guilty affection.

Shaking his head, Jesse pushed himself away from her. He felt suffocated and in need of closeness all at once. He was truly pitiful. The sheets clung to him as he moved, shifting himself so his legs were thrown off of the bed. Jesse’s bare feet whimpered against the floorboards, but he welcomed the sudden temperature change. He dropped his head into his hands, his fingers raking through his hair furiously. “Vi.” Jesse’s voice was hoarse. “You were right. I am stupid. I can’t read things right, it’s all jumbled up, making me see things that other people can’t. My Mom…” His eyes squeezed shut. “She hated it. At times, I thought she hated me. I was a freak until she sent me to boarding school, where I found out I was dyslexic. It got easier, but I’m just… not right.”

[viennaronan-blog]

It was hard to decide whether or not she should advance towards him, after he pulled away from her. Offer her hand, at least. But after much mental deliberation, she stayed put, pushing herself out from underneath the covers and silently eyeing the back of Jesse's head. As much as she was torn between the two choices, it seemed like it may have been easier for him to have his personal bubble. Vienna couldn't really place why his voice sounded so strange when he told her that he loved her, and the contents of the dream forced all of her confusion into place. Her stomach was filled with dread, and she was momentarily stunned as her mouth fell open and displayed her horror.

                She didn't say any of these things. Reference to her                 being used to describe this monster in his dream was                 now officially striking her painfully, knowing that even if                 the person he saw looked like her, that was all they had in                 common.

Stunned into more irrevocable silence, she tried to slowly piece herself back together, trying to pick up shattered pieces of her brain that scattered and rejected the possibility of her being able to speak. Thoughts collided with other thoughts, and she felt disoriented to the point of no return. Vienna wasn't even mentally or physically capable of thinking those things about Jesse, let alone being able to get the words past her lips. He shined bright, he was the epitome of her happiness and the strongest person that she knew. How could he dream such terrible things? After everything they'd been through together, did he actually believe that she thought that? The first thing she did every single morning was reach for Jesse, needing his touch and his presence to be the first memory of every day that she lived. Even her off days were  never as bad, carrying the memory of Jesse's sleepy face with her through it all. Jesse was everything to her. She saw herself spending every day of the rest of her life laughing with him and loving him.

                               He was nothing all right.                                      Nothing but everything to her.

Attempting at opening her mouth to reassure him of all of these things and then some, she was interrupted by the sound of her name. Her forehead creased in the middle as his words filled the room, her complete understanding of the situation arriving late to the party, but was now there nonetheless. She blinked, taking it all in as she let out an exhale of breath. Secrets that she knew he'd been keeping were unraveled, and it hit her slowly but surely. How did he think that she would react? Judging by his dream, she had a pretty good idea. It explained all of it. Not right? Not right. The words made her feel angry. Not angry at him directly, just angry that he was carrying around that burden, thinking like that for so long. Her natural instincts to defend him to the ends of the Earth were kicking in, even if she was defending him against  himself.                                                          

                                                    She couldn't stay put anymore.

An endless stream of words upon words itched to come out, as she abandoned her spot on the bed to bring herself next to him, grabbing his face almost aggressively in her hands, her intense emotions on the matter taking over as she held him firmly and turned his head towards her. "Look at me," She stated, needing him to see her, needing him to believe every word she was about to say. Was she hurt that it took him so long to tell her? A little, probably a lot if she gave herself enough time to think about how long he kept it from her, but it wasn't the most important thing right now.

                          "You are not pathetic, you aren't stupid. So you have a                            little more trouble getting the hang of something, it                            doesn't make you a freak and it doesn't make you an                            idiot. I never want you to think that, or think that I                            would ever think that ever again." Her gaze stayed                            steady, her eyes welling with tears.

"Because I think that you're unstoppable. And I don't think that there's anything you can't do if you try hard enough. You're wonderful. You're always strong for me, and now I'm gonna be strong for you." The words flowed easily from her heart, her thumbs aimlessly caressing his cheeks as she went on. "You're so brave, and you're smart. I'm so proud of you and I count myself lucky  every single day that you love me. Nothing you just said changes that. And your mom can't hate you. She can't. No one could ever hate you. She shouldn't even hate anything about you, and if that's true then I feel bad that she can't see how incredible you actually are."

[bruelarson]

[viennaronan-blog]

Day 3: Favorite Relationship/Friendship  ↳ Allison, I love you. I believe you.

[theuntoldtragedies]

a dream within a dream ϟ vienna and jesse

[theuntoldtragedies]

He let her voice wash over him, a balm to the wounds that had been ripped open. Jesse didn’t think, not for one moment, that she truly comprehended how deeply and how, almost desperately, he loved her. But she couldn’t possibly love what was on his insides, the malfunctions in his brain that set him apart with everybody else. At least not in the same way. Pathetic. Weak. Idiot. Her vicious words were still ringing in his mind, echoing pitifully from the hollowed walls of his skull. “It was just a nightmare.” He didn’t want he to worry about him. In fact, it’s the last thing he ever wanted her to do. His hands smoothed along her back as he drew a long breath riddled with a shudder.  

Her kiss to his neck sent a shiver down his spine—a welcome one this time. But he couldn’t help but want to tell her everything, to spill his guts and have absolutely everything out in the open. No secrets between them. But then another side of him wanted to keep that part of himself sheltered, and to continue with the way things were. He didn’t want her to think of him any differently, for her to witness him in an increasingly more vulnerable position than the one he was currently in. He sighed deeply into her neck, trailing his nose along the soft skin beneath her ear and jawline. He was savouring her.

Despite her insistence, she must have wanted to know. If he were in her position, Jesse wouldn’t have given her such a ready choice to decline. He was grateful that she gave him an option. At least she allowed him the freedom to follow his gut instincts. “It was bad. The dream, I mean. You left me, you… you just disappeared. And you said some things. I know it wasn’t real, but it felt real.” He lifted his head from where he had burrowed, to connect their gazes. His recollection was momentarily halted as his thumbs brushed away the tears clinging to her lashes, his mouth turning down at the corners. Jesse despised any sadness that decided to bestow itself onto Vienna. 

"Don’t cry." He murmured, his eyelids heavy beneath his own sadness as he watched her cheeks dampen. Slowly but surely, he felt himself coming back to his senses, away from the tight grasp of his dream. But his nerves were still on edge. Jesse had no idea where to begin, or where to finish. It’s not as if his past was complex or filled with travesty, it was just one filled with unremarkable memories. But any memorable memory he did have was rare, and when he looked back in his adult years, it had been tarnished by his increased sense of reality. But he was battling an internal war with himself. Vienna had spoken to him about her own life, but why was it so seemingly difficult to talk about his? "I want to tell you, I really do."

[viennaronan-blog]

Somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. That Jesse’s usual way that he carried himself was brought down by a nightmare that he had about her. Vienna never saw herself as someone that could root themselves in someone’s life that deeply. But imagining for even a second what it would be like to be on his end, having a nightmare where Jesse left her, it all started to make more sense. It wasn’t that she ever doubted that Jesse loved her just as much as she loved him, but having so much proof in front of her caused something inside of her to snap. What could she have possibly done and said to him in this dream for him to wake up this way? It made more tears threaten her eyes almost instantaneously. 

                                Did he think that she would ever leave him? Did                                 he somehow think that it would be so easy for her                                 to leave him? It was still all so confusing and she                                 longed for answers to fill the voids in her mind.                                 Whether it was a dream or not, it was because of                                 what he thought was her that he looked so                                  vulnerable. ”What… what did I say?” Honestly,                                  she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

"Sorry," She muttered softly, having forgotten that she was even  crying in the first place until he addressed it. Vienna wasn’t sure if she was apologizing for the tears, or for whatever she said in the dream. Probably both. Even if she had no control over what she did in Jesse’s nightmares, there had to be some reason he was dreaming of her that way. And it must have been something she’d done in reality. What else could it be? She didn’t know how to ask him how she could fix it, but she couldn’t live with him being this upset because of her in any shape or form.

                             It was hard to think that she may not ever know                              what she could do to stop it. In her experience,                             Jesse would do anything to avoid certain subjects.                             Something that always used to hurt her in the                             beginning, but something she grew to accept. She                             supposed that some people didn’t like to share                             things, even with the people that they loved. And                             she just always had to hope that Jesse not telling                             her things had nothing to do with her. But                             sometimes it was still hard for her, to know that                             there were things that Jesse didn’t let her see.

Her eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as she gazed at him now that her eyes had more or less adjusted completely to the darkness of the room. Vienna hadn’t expected those words to leave his lips. Maybe because she was preparing herself to be okay with not knowing, or because she was already so used to not knowing. "You do?" She cursed herself that it was the first thing that came to mind, her obvious tone of confusion and surprise laced in the words apparent. It made her feel bad, for assuming that things would always happen the way she experienced them so many times in the past. “I want to hear it.” She whispered, cupping his face delicately in her hands and staring into his eyes with an expression of as much love as she could muster. Her way of trying to tell him that whatever he had to say, wouldn’t ever change how she felt about him.

[wolferjonasalpha]

WHY CHRIS? WHYYY!?…

[wesleysgasm]

[viennaronan-blog]

the key was broken with a cipher key.

like a keyword? 

it’s actually a  N A M E.

A L L I S O N

[theuntoldtragedies]

"Neither am I." He lowered his forehead to hers, a feeling— one he couldn’t quite name, surrounded him. It was a heady mixture of both relief, comfort and utmost tenderness. What did he ever do to have this girl love him? His palm cradled her cheek. “Even when I get a receding hairline?” He joked half hardheartedly, the gravity of the situation weighing down on him like a ton of bricks. With a gentle smile, Jesse pressed a delicate kiss to her lips.

[viennaronan-blog]

"Sounds like forever to me then." Screwing her mouth to the side, she pretended to seriously ponder his question even though they both  already knew the answer. As if she would even have to think for a second whether or not anything would ever change her mind about him. Returning his kiss she hummed softly, her lips moving against his before she spoke against them in a soft murmur. "Even if Justin Timberlake shows up at  our door to offer me a wedding ring." It amazed her that she got that sentence out with a straight face, but she did it.

[theuntoldtragedies]

It was hard to maintain his composure when she was looking at him like that, and saying things that would test his control. He was trying to be serious. The fleeting image of her being with any guy was enough to dissipate any humour he may have felt—but she was truly testing his resolve. But his lips finally quirked upwards. “Good. I’d be worried otherwise.” His eyebrows furrowed deeply, lines of concentration etched into his forehead. “But that depends if you want me for that long.” His fingers reached to smooth a flyaway hair behind her ear.

[viennaronan-blog]

"I'm not going to find anyone else." Joking more or less about leaving him for someone else didn't seem like as good of an idea as it was when the thoughts were forming. Vienna hadn't thought through his reaction very well, she just got caught up in the playfulness. But she could still see a hint of a smile on his lips. Her eyes rapidly glanced over his face as it changed, heart pounding as she noticed the true care he seemed to be taking over the topic. She closed her eyes to his touch, waiting until her stray hair was tucked away before  opening them again. Then she nodded with certainty. "I'm always going to want you."