YHWRITTER

your insane favorite writter darling

[yhwritter]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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[jimmyspades]

[yhwritter]

ANYTHING GOES Ao3

"That fucking language will get you in trouble someday. And well, you have nothing to lose, I'm here, you're here, I didn't just decide I want pussy, I just have something for you and I'm stressed, you're looking for inspiration and you've been rubbing yourself all over me this whole time you didn't expect me not to react or did you? I'm just saying”.   

"What do you mean, rubbing me like this?” She rolled her hips down teasingly, feeling the fabric for a semi bump that she was sure from the exhale the redhead let out, wasn't a wallet. "I was just getting comfortable”.   

“Stop”.  Axl threatened 

"Or what, you're going to dump me and leave? I'm done with my work, you could do it”.   

“Or I'm going to use you until you can't anymore, I'm not really here to do what you ask and you're trying my patience, I don't know who you think you are but-”  

Soft lips collided with his in an uncoordinated kiss, teeth clashing, he wasted no time tangling his tongue with the other's that sought to taste his mouth, they parted with a snap.

"You should learn to shut the fuck up, man of actions and not words, I'm waiting”.   

"I thought you said you didn't want this”.   

"I'm stressed and I'm looking for inspiration, give it to me”.   

“I'll give you more than that”.   

Where Gabriella is looking for inspiration for a hot chapter and Axl is willing to help with that:)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[yhwritter]

For a pretentious musician

My laughter flowed like a waterfall His words were velvet "I'm gonna form a covers band and all" sounds like his line "Bear with me, man. I lost my train of thought" now sounds like mine On reflection it sounds like ours Read The score didn't give us the melody we want it Third parties cut the string I tied you with and I didn't try to hold it Seeing you in the digital corridors shook all my longings To stop doing it expanded the night's emptiness I'll see you at a concert, I guess You'll sing for the crowd but I'll be the only one listening

[yhwritter]

You empathise with her. So you had to find me with crimson dripping down my legs, trembling like a piece of paper, my face torn and my soul broken, but wasn't that how I was for years? You chose to ignore me. You screamed when you heard my cry, you screamed when you heard my silence, you sat in judgment on me for something I hadn't done and condemned me to never be able to call for help. You pretended not to have seen my wounds, not to have felt my fear, you looked away when my eyes begged you for comfort, but when you saw her, you lay on the ground, as if you had no memory of me.