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[thenighthekate]

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[thenighthekate]

He had a cigarette with his number on it ( t.k. )

My lips hold back the lava in my chest. The burning, consuming, encroaching destruction is hardening my resolve more than you could have guessed.

The cool Berlin's air outside the packed club seemed to calm her nerves, skin slightly glistening under the street lights as she leaned against the brick wall. Her head was spinning, brain dancing from the amount of alcohol now permanent in her system.

Multiple people scattered the alley's grounds for a smoke. Some tripping over their own feet as their friends tried to hold them up, others being babysitters and sober drivers for their drunk buddies. Her own girlfriends somewhere inside with guys they have found throughout the night.

As her mind slowly started to clear she rummaged through her purse to find the package she was looking for. Swiftly pulling out the box and placing the last cigarette between her lips. Her fingers let go of the plastic covered cardboard on a mission to find a lighter, matches, fire. Anything at this moment would work. But as her hand ran through the inside leather of her bag she was met with only a couple crumbled bills and her lipstick.

" Need a light?" After a few grunts and annoyed sighs she turned to the voice who called out for her, a slim hand stretched in front of her face with a lighter between its fingers. The girl's eyes ran from the person's palm to their bicep, neck and finally meeting their face.

He was attractive to say the least. Hair neatly done and braided, eyes swirling with deep chocolate and coffee, skin slightly tan under the yellow street lights, his lips pulled into a small smirk with a piercing on the right corner of his mouth.

" Thank you." She leaned down to meet him, his finger swiftly flicking the click making a flame appear in front of her face. Dragging in a breath she let the smoke swirl inside her lungs and intoxicate her brain before blowing it right out. The gray clouds traveling with wind and swirling around the man's head.

" So you around here?" One oh his hands were placed in the pocket of his baggy jeans, the other pulling his own joint back and forth.

" No. Just moved here, decided to celebrate tonight." She slightly nodded her head as she looked him in the eye, her voice was smooth. Soft satin against the rough whistles of the wind. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her lips, the soft pillows painted a crimson red, glistening each time she licked them and staining the end of her cigarette. The girl could tell he wanted to say more, indulge in a further conversation not just small talk, but a yell suddenly sounded over the forming crowd making the man in front of her turn his head.

" Those are my friends, they are waiting for me." He slowly turned to gaze at the girl once again, his fingers doing their own and finding the packet that held the nicotine he so much craved for. " I noticed you ran out," he lifted a cigarette to her eyesight, placing it in her open hand and watched her palm it, " it's for rainy days."

" It got your number on it?" She looked at him with a smirk, slightly not even believing her own eyes. " You give this to every girl?"

" Only for special occasions." He sent a flying smile her way before turning on his heel, his feet carrying him away before he looked back, caught her smirk and suddenly stopped. " Tom by the way!"

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[thenighthekate]

shattered heart (t.k)

a/n: heyyy cutie patooties this is my first post, i hope you enjoy ♡

(not proofread)

(last part heavily inspired by the lovely @thenighthekate)

˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

you were so, so naive. how could you believe those kind words, those sugary sweet affirmations? your infatuation had been your ultimate demise.

hair whipping your tear stained cheeks, pillowed lips parted as if words were to escape from between them, but failed to. hands clutched around the steering wheel so tight. your soul ached, heart shattered into thousands of shards.

losing any sense of yourself, you sped down the busy road, city lights blinding your already blurred vision. "fuck him," you coughed between sobs, "why did i give in, get myself involved?"

flashes of the scene unfolded before you, now drilled into your mind, replaying, replaying, replaying. "i gave my life for him, my innocence, my soul, my happiness," you muttered to yourself breathlessly, the volume slowly increasing, "and it was never fucking good enough." you spat, as you took a sharp turn.

it wasn't until you brought the car to a sudden halt and climbed out, slamming the door behind you that you hear the all too familiar screeching tires of another car.

your figure stiffened, adrenaline pulsing through your veins. you couldn't bring yourself to turn around, couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye.

"meine liebe."

venom laced words leaving from between your lips, "don't call me that."

silence.

regaining your composure, you slowly turned to him, your gaze fixed on his. "i thought i knew you, thought i could read you," venom leaving your voice, it became softer, filled with sorrow. "thought i was different, had more to me, more to me that you wanted."

"but i guess your whole 'womanizing bad boy' persona applied to me too."

"guess the lines were blurred for you, hm?" you mumbled, "couldn't tell if i was a fling or not."

a soft look plastered across his face, his beautiful face that you couldn't help but adore even after everything. "you were always more than that, you are always more than that to me."

more tears had threatened to escape your glistening eyes, "why'd you do it then?"

"i felt lost, i feel lost"

"i don't know why i did it ______, i love you so fucking much, i regret it, you'll always be the only one-"

"you and i both know i won't," you cut him off, voice cracking as sobs had been released from between your plump lips, tears dripping down your plush cheeks.

˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

your mind was dazed, smoke waltzing in your tired lungs, a cigarette held in place by your fingers.

his strong arms slung around your drained body, your limbs aching. doe eyes stinging from previous tears gazing upon the city scape.

his soft kisses travelled from your neck to your damp cheek. "i love you's" spilling from his lips. his words continued to be as sweet as honey.

yeah, you were beyond infatuated. it was inexplicable. the way you longed for him, needed him. 

you were a moth to a flame, you got too close and ended up burned. this sick love created an illusion of beauty where your heart should’ve been.

he had you unravelled completely, every little thing about you engraved into his mind. you should have ran when you had the chance but you couldn’t and you wouldn’t resist his hold. when his cruel betrayals stabbed daggers into your already open wounds, he’d just kiss them away. at the end of the day you always found yourself by his side.

your heart may shatter, but its shards will always reflect the light of your everlasting love for tom. forever.

˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

[thenighthekate]

I am so, so sorry for practically missing for over a week. In all honesty I haven't had the motivation to write anything or even log onto my account, but the support during this time and way before that has been undescribable. As I said before, I write for my own enjoyment and getting to share these stories with you guys has been pure bliss. Thank you so much to anyone who follows me and constantly likes, shares and comments on my content. You all mean the world to me and I'm very, very grateful!

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[thenighthekate]

could you do an angst to fluff with tom based off the way i loved you by taylor swift? if your comfortable with it or have time!! <3.

The way I loved you ( t.k. )

And my heart does not beat. It is still inside my chest. My tears keep on falling and my head will not rest.

There were many ways to love someone. Stolen kisses, morning hugs, late night dinner. The bond between two people only growing stronger with every conversation they had, but ours only seemed to crumble. With every forceful peck, strained embrace, silent meal, the bond in between us quietly disappeared.

He wasn't bad, wasn't the best, but neither was I. We had our problems and once we got out of our honeymoon phase they only seemed to worsen. With every day our arguments grew stronger, louder, the fire in our eyes glowing brighter as our voices raised. It was our new life, we loved each other, just not the same way we used to.

In all honesty I was getting so used to our new reality that when it all flipped I could only cry.

I missed our contact, even when all of it resulted in screaming and crying. Driving down the highway with music blasting just to avoid each other, toxic, but we atleast saw one another. Now it was like we didn't exist, just two separate people living together in what felt like far too small of a house.

The moon was shining that night, rays of silver breaking through the heavy rain that hit the cars windows. It was silent, no obnoxiously loud music that could cover our thoughts, only our breathing filling the empty spaces.

I was staring straight ahead and with a few stolen glances I figured that Tom was too, his brows scrunched, hands tightly gripping the wheel as he looked down the road. He was deep in thought, whatever clouding his mind making him softly shake his head. I didn't pay any attention to it until the car slowed down, drifting to the side of the street and rolling to a stop.

Silence indulged us two as I looked around for any clues, anything that would tell me if something was wrong. " Did something happen to the car-"

" We need to talk." His hands let go of the wheel slightly, his gaze still fixated in front of him. I knew what those words meant, I knew that he wanted to go deep on anything that was bothering us, anything that made us be where we are. " We can't keep going like this. I'm tired of living in this hole, I mean we don't talk, we live two separate lives. We sleep in the same fucking bed, but yet we're different." His rant was pretty short, half of which he looked me in the eye. I could see the sadness behind them, the clear desperation to make things work, fix whatever was broken.

" I don't know what happened to us." There was no cheating, no huge arguments, the lust between us jost slowly seemed to burn out. My fingers played with each other, anxiety filling my brain as it poured out into my words. " I love you, but we can't fix anything if we don't even know what started it."

We stared at one another silently, our eyes in a way almost communicating. " It's either this or we break up."

I knew it, he knew it, but yet something was tugging on both of our hearts, not letting us go with the latter.

In a moment of what felt like a spell was put over us we leaned in, our lips connecting and fighting against each other. This was the first real kiss in a while, no small peck or a smooch presented in front of family to make them know of our so called love. Minutes were shared as our hands traveled bodies, skin blushing and heat rising, I missed this. I missed moments like these, our love for one another just spilling past our edges making us swim in the softly sweet feeling. I missed our dancing in the rain, laughter coming straight from our throats as we got drenched from the water above. I missed us.

We separated with deep breaths trying to catch air back into our lungs, his hands holding mine as we stared into each other's eyes. His palm while clenched around mine raised up, his soft lips planting a sweet kiss on top of my knuckles. " I love you. I promise that whatever was fucked up will be fixed." And for the first time in months I could actually see a light for our future.

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[thenighthekate]

I know who you pretend I am ( m.o.)

My dreams are still about you, so are my nightmares. I have come to realize. For you, I still care.

At first it was things she didn't even notice. The rug dragged more to the right, the placing of forks and spoons switched. She didn't question it, Miguel has always been an organized man, she just thought he prefered it that way.

It slowly turned into watching movies she didn't like, and as far as she knew he didn't enjoy them either. But yet every evening they would sit on the couch, their bodies against each other, he would grab the remote and yet again she had to fight off sleep just to enjoy the moment. Honestly the girl thought she was slowly turning crazy. Everything she once knew and had made theirs was in a snail like pace turning different, unknown.

Then he started acting strange, calling her his wife, nicknames he had never shared between them slipping past his lips with such ease like he had been doing it for years. It was confusing her. At one point she thought that an accident happened at his job that made him a new person, made him forget everything he once was. And then her name slipped past his lips.

It was late at night that it happened. The room lit up by moonlight just outside the window, their bodies covered in sweat and freshly washed sheets as they rocked against one another. Her head was thrown back, Miguel's huge frame looming over hers as he steadied himself on his arms, his hips making her bounce against the bed. The name slip was quiet, so soft against his own breathing that she almost didn't catch it. But how couldn't you? How couldn't you hear your lover say another woman's name when you were sharing such an intimate moment. 

Her hands traveled to his shoulders to push him away, her eyes glistening with confusion, suddenly feeling exposed to his naked gaze. 

That same night they had an argument. Accusations of cheating and obscenities slipping past both of their lips as they screamed in each other's faces, their arms flailing around trying to get their point across.

That very same night they huddled together in the bed, their frames rocking back and forth in a comforting manner, Miguel's lips softly kissing away the girl's tears. At the time she didn't know, but with each kiss he left a memory attached to her mind and soul.

It had been a month since that night, things slowed down, but yet again the environment around her started changing. She didn't mean to snoop, didn't mean to find that picture nor the many others he kept in a box amongst necklaces, rings and other things. Dread washed over her every time she picked up an item, the girl in the photographs an exact copy of the girl before them. Her hands shook, her palm covering her mouth as she cried. They were the same. Same eyes, same smile, same hobbies, same hair, it was like she was looking into a mirror.

That night she couldn't hold her anger anymore. The picture she had taken, now sitting in between her fingers as she waved it in front of his face, her tone filled with rage, but voice unstable and shaky.

" Who is she?" She demanded an explanation, the volume she was speaking at raising with each passing minute that he kept quiet, looking down almost ashamed. " Who is this woman? And why the fuck does the name on the back of this picture match the one you whispered that night?" Her eyebrows furrowed in rage, her head shaking in disbelief.

Miguel didn't speak, didn't move, like a deer caught in headlights, the way smaller woman in front of him suddenly scaring him. " It's not how it seems." His words were plain, no emotion other than regret laced in them.

" Oh, yeah? Then what is this shit?"

His eyes slowly lifted to the picture, memories immediately flooding his brain. Her laugh, her smile, her embrace, he missed it. " She was my ex wife. She's dead now." With a still heaving chest the girl kept quiet, her thoughts slowly catching up to the situation unfolding in front of her.

Her lips opened to let out a cry, her shoulders sagging as she dropped the picture to clutch the counter, her body feeling heavy for her own two feet. " You're actually twisted. You think you can do some shit like this? Use me to reenact your past? You're fucking sick."

" You weren't supposed to find out-"

" But I did!" Her eyes looked dead into his, her breathing inconsistent, her body still shaking from the anger she felt. " I'm done with this bullshit." Her voice was suddenly small, so soft and pure against her aggressive breathing. " I'm done." Her fingers wrapped around the promise ring Miguel had once gifted her, the same band that in a different lifetime belonged to his wife. She threw the gold onto the kitchen floor, the metal clinking as it rolled away from their feet. " And don't call me until you fix your fucked up head."

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[thenighthekate]

Do you only write for tom?

I have some ideas for the other band members and people/charecters that are not related to Tokio Hotel at all!

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[thenighthekate]

Heyy, I love all you write!! Would you please write something with the song ‘without me’ by halsey, maybe one of them cheated on reader and now it’s trying to come back, but reader it’s playing hard to get, making them suffer a little. Thank you

Tell the truth ( t.k. )

Would you care if we quit talking? Would you care if I went walking? I need to know how you feel so I know how to deal.

The past few weeks she felt numb, angry, confused at the man who fucked her over. She never thought something like this was bound to happen, she thought they were happy together. Memories fade, anagapesis lingers, a love once cherished now lost in the rivers.

The environment around her buzzed with a sea of people, some dressed in suits rushing to get their coffee break, others sitting with families and friends at the tables. She was comfortably seated on the patio, sun shining above her as she sipped on her latte, her fingers wrapped around a pen scribbling in her notebook.

She felt calm. After days spent crying in the comfort of her own bed she finally got the courage to go out, breathe fresh air and possibly even socialize.

Her eyes were shielded by the glass of her sunglasses, her mind turning gears to make the words on her paper rhyme. The girl was focused on the task in front of her; she didn't even notice a shadow looming over her figure, the visibly tall person soon taking a seat at her table. Her eyes shifted from her notepad, a look of confusion forming on her face before it melted into nothing. No emotions were revealed as her eyebrow twitched to question the person.

Silence indulged the two as they stared at each other, the girl yet again slowly taking a sip of her coffee. " I haven't seen you in a while." His voice was oddly soft, laced with sweetness as it showed none of his true intentions. An uninterested sigh left her lips, her focus soon turning back to writing. " Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what-"

" Don't want to hear it." She dragged out her words with a fierce tone, like a mother grounding her disobedient child.

" No. Listen, it was a mistake and a total misunderstanding." He was slightly crouched, his eyes for a brief moment closing shut as he shook his head.

" So stealing my ideas, my lyrics, then fucking some other bitches is a misunderstanding to you?" Her finger wrapped around the brim of her sunglasses to slide them down, fire swirling in her irises as she shot daggers at him. Suddenly she placed the paper down along with her pen, Tom getting a clear view of everything she had written down. " You could be a bad mother fucker," she paused, looking him directly in the eye before continuing, " but that does not make you a man." Grabbing her stuff she slid out of her chair, standing tall on her high heels she was ready to disappear from his life forever.

It happened quickly, his hand reached out to wrap around her arm before her palm collided with his cheek, the loud sound and sensation traveling all over his body. " Don't touch me," her arm flailed out of his grip, her manicured finger pointed directly at her chest, " I put you up there, and you decided to abuse that power. It was me who made you what you are," her tone shifted, a shield of glass broken, replaced by glistening tears, " you used me."

" I'm sorry." Tom's expression matched hers, his eyes searching for her own. " Please. What can I do?"

Yet again it was quiet. She softly licked her lips while slowly shaking her head, her mind not believing what he was saying. " How about you tell the truth, to everyone. The guys and the media included." She turned to leave before muttering under her breath, but loud enough for him to hear. " And drop every single one of those bitches."

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[thenighthekate]

Different needs ( t.k. )

Fic based on a poem by (@korijanes) on TikTok

I was oblivious to the fact what is toxic. When I stumbled upon toxic, amazing voice, looks decent, beautiful thoughts we shared. Then poison spread.

He grew up on a porn addiction, rockstar concerts and nicotine from an early age. Sexual views upon all women, expecting them to fall in his bed when they made eye contact. She grew up on unrealistic Vogue magazines, romance novels and midnight walks. Expecting men she read about to show up on her doorstep to sweep her off her feet.

He searched for meaning everywhere his day to day life went. Resulting in highschool parties, liquor sliding down his throat and sex every night that never left him content. She searched for romance everywhere she stepped, settling for Colleen Hoover books and dates every weekend, never finding her prince charming perched up on a white horse.

They met through the same class they took, this is no romance story after all. No Romeo and Juliet, no stolen glances, no love at first sight.

She shouldn't be expecting anything much from his chilled aura and baggy clothes, but she did. She expected a bouquet of flowers and a pulled out chair the first time they met for dinner. Just like he expected her hands on his body, her lips on his after he paid for their food and drinks, in his own mind seeming like such a gentleman.

They were both disappointed, but life was slow, nothing happening, boring. So because of their need for something more they went out the next morning.

Were they friends or lovers? Nobody knew the answer. No labels used for each other, no I love you's whispered in between them. They weren't slow dancing in the rain, her notebook fantasies was something he would never meet.

He wasted his time by giving her validation. He did this only to have her naked by his side, bare skin deep attraction. She wasted her days by giving him her innocence. Her body, her voice, her soul. She did this in order to use him for intimacy that had no real legitimacy.

They were told many things in life. He has heard that chasing a girl would be true ecstasy, but as he looked at her tear stroked face the feeling was far from euphoria. She'd been told that undressing for a guy would be pure heaven, but as her clothes dropped to the floor all she felt was a mess.

They both were the villians of this story, mutual usage of a human shared between them. No real feelings, no true love.

He left her with less of a meaning to his life than before, she left him with lowered standards and soaked tissues. They both had issues.

And even after she had gone, he could feel her in his pillows through the sweet prolific sillage left by her perfume.

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[thenighthekate]

He's at your window ( t.k. )

Sensing a presence in my bed, I plead that this is all in my head. My gut wrenches. Heart sinks, once my eyes fix upon you I dare not blink.

Her hands hung around her own neck, molding the knots out of her skin. Her room was dark, moonlight shining through the open windows, slight wind blowing the curtains away from the glass. Her eyes were droopy, everything blurring as she reached to turn on the light. Her sleep deprived brain reminded her that it felt like her flesh was on fire, her body temperature rising with every passing second.

Standing in the middle of her space she lifted the hem of her shirt, her breasts slowly falling out the tight fabric, her sweat coated skin slightly glistening. Her palms traveled to her chest, squeezing the balls of fat as if massaging the stressful day away. She quickly discarded her pants too, now only standing in her panties. Satisfaction flooded her whole being as she felt the cool air filling the room.

He on the other side felt stalkerish, but was it his fault? Was it his fault that he so innocently noticed his neighbor's light turning on, a beautiful woman's silhouette standing in front of him. He didn't know she would be undressing, didn't expect it. But he liked it.

His eyes ran all over her body as he watched her reach for her hairbrush, her fingers and the comb running through her hair. With her hands lifted his whole focus was on her breasts, the soft, smooth skin begging him to take a taste.

He could feel himself getting hot, the air suddenly becoming more and more suffocating. His loose pants seemed to get tighter, the growing bulge pressing against the guitar in his lap. Suddenly he was wishing that it was her on his thighs, rocking back and forth, head thrown to the side, her hair all over the place. Moans and groans leaving her lips.

The moment he realized that he was staring it was far too late. She noticed, her pupils blown wide in shock, her arms fastly flailing around to close the blinds.

Fuck.

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[thenighthekate]

REAL COQUETTE GIRLS EAT TO THERE HEARTS DAMN CONTENT PERIOD

[thenighthekate]

Moments captured ( t.k. )

Trace my curves in charcoal, sketch my lines in lead, fill in all my shadows, as I lie naked on this bed.

Her eyes focused on the rather large canvas in front of her, her fingers tightly wrapped around a brush gliding against the fabric, smearing paint wherever it went. Her mind was hazy from the glass of wine in her hand, the dark crimson liquid swirling in the crystal as she moved. 

Soft melody flowed in the background, her hips moving and the white button up shirt she was wearing rising. She was in her element, only seeing the vision of her piece. Soft hums left her lips to the rhythm of the music, her hair up, some strands falling over her shoulders.

She could feel his eyes on her, his intense gaze set on her back as she moved. The lighting was dim, a few candles and a burned out light bulb over her work space, every other corner pitch black. " Didn't know you liked to stalk people." She could hear his footsteps parting from the shadows, his own figure blocking light as he came closer. His hands wrapped around her waist, his chin on the top of her head, hugging her from behind.

" You're the only one." His mutters were soft, no louder than the music playing. They swayed side to side, indulged in their presence, both of them staring up at the painting. " What you got here?" Tom's gaze was hardly set on the art work, the figure in it oddly familiar.

" I just took inspiration from a beautiful person I know." She said with a smile on her face, her mind replaying the exact moment she tried to capture.

" You're calling me beautiful?" He leaned down, his breath in the crook of her neck, a soft kiss placed on her smooth skin. His own mind was starting to get hazy from the scent of her perfume, vanilla and hints of cinnamon making him want all and nothing at once.

" Who said it's about you?" She had a teasing tone, her eyes closing for a short moment before a squeel left her lips when she felt him pinch her sides. His teeth softly grazing her neck.

He took a step back from her warmth, slowly turning her body to face him instead of her work. One hand stayed on her hip as the other reached for her wine glass, putting the cup behind her on the small table she had. " Is there someone who is a picture perfect copy of me that I don't know of?" They quietly giggled at the thought, his hands yet again wrapping around her waist to pull her closer, her own arms sliding around his neck, paintbrush still in hand.

Hearing the music once again they started to sway, their energy radiating off one another. " You should come to bed," His forehead fell against hers, his eyes closed, enjoying the moment shared between them, " it's getting late."

" I will." She whispered, kissing his lips. What was intended to be a small peck turned into a deep kiss, his hand on her cheek pulling her closer, her fingers running along his scalp. " Let me just finish up in here."

He didn't want to let go of her body, his whole being warm whenever he was close to her, like on fire again. His eyes twinkled with unknown reasoning behind them, his lips pulled into a small smile as he gazed at her. He slowly nodded letting his hands fall, his steps sounding out into the distance with yet another reminder not to take long.

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[thenighthekate]

Starboy ( t.k. )

Fingers move on his naked ribcage and I get to see what I need, standing straight.

It felt like a dream, like a vision flashing by my eyes. So fast, so quick, just like his breath against my neck. The ground beneath me seemed to shake, my footing unstable with his body behind me. His hands were wrapped around my waist, my chest folded down to meet the kitchen counter, my nails scratching the marble surface.

His grip was animalistic, his fingers digging into my flesh, my dress flipped up revealing my thighs and everything in between. The lights were dimmed, early evening hitting the clock, darkness right outside the window.

My lips hung open, whines and quiet breathes quickly escaping them in the rhythm of his hips. My fingers slid against the counter, grabbing onto anything they could reach. A scream bubbled in the bottom of my throat, my back arching like a cat, my shoulders meeting his chest.

I shouldn't cry, but the feeling of hot tears streaming down my blushed cheeks made me dizzy. I loved it.

" You look so pretty when you cry." His voice was low, only whispers leaving his plump lips.

I looked back at him, his hair resting on around his neck, his mouth slightly open in pleasure, his head tilted to the side, his eyes barely open. I could see stars swirling in them, glistening in the dim lightning.

Slowly he lost his rhythm, both of our bodies washing over in white euphoria, his lips against my bare shoulder.

This is what I looked for, the freeing feeling of his safe hold, his arms wrapped around me after hours of insane pleasure.

We were born to be free.

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Starboy ( t.k. )

Fingers move on his naked ribcage and I get to see what I need, standing straight.

It felt like a dream, like a vision flashing by my eyes. So fast, so quick, just like his breath against my neck. The ground beneath me seemed to shake, my footing unstable with his body behind me. His hands were wrapped around my waist, my chest folded down to meet the kitchen counter, my nails scratching the marble surface.

His grip was animalistic, his fingers digging into my flesh, my dress flipped up revealing my thighs and everything in between. The lights were dimmed, early evening hitting the clock, darkness right outside the window.

My lips hung open, whines and quiet breathes quickly escaping them in the rhythm of his hips. My fingers slid against the counter, grabbing onto anything they could reach. A scream bubbled in the bottom of my throat, my back arching like a cat, my shoulders meeting his chest.

I shouldn't cry, but the feeling of hot tears streaming down my blushed cheeks made me dizzy. I loved it.

" You look so pretty when you cry." His voice was low, only whispers leaving his plump lips.

I looked back at him, his hair resting on around his neck, his mouth slightly open in pleasure, his head tilted to the side, his eyes barely open. I could see stars swirling in them, glistening in the dim lightning.

Slowly he lost his rhythm, both of our bodies washing over in white euphoria, his lips against my bare shoulder.

This is what I looked for, the freeing feeling of his safe hold, his arms wrapped around me after hours of insane pleasure.

We were born to be free.

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[thenighthekate]

Am I the one you want [pt.3] ( t.k. )

This little thing, once proud in love and lust, now hides its face and soon it will be dust.

part one part two

The days dragged on forever, lonely nights and busy mornings stretching out till the very last second. It was draining, there wasn't a minute she didn't regret her choices, her words, her actions. If she didn't push, if she didn't yell, she would be still wrapped up in his arms. His soft kisses planted all over her body, his hands working magic after a long week. It was now that she realized he was her escape. His presence was her escape from the hard reality, from the life outside his warm hugs.

The smell of coffee beans swirled all around her, her hands aching as she worked. She was yet again in her head, her stare far into the distance, not even realizing that she was over pouring espresso into the cup until the hot liquid met her hand.

" Shit!" It was quiet, quick and looking around it seemed like no one heard it.

She basically threw the cup onto the counter next to her, quickly blowing on her palm and putting it under water as fast as she could, the cooling sensation calming her nerves. The sound of a bell rang out through the place, the doors of the small coffee shop opening and closing, inviting laughter into the area. She could hear footsteps behind her, a group of what she guessed four people coming up to the front.

After the burned flesh started to feel better she whirled around, not paying much attention to the person she walked to the register.

" Hello!" And when she finally looked up the wind from her lungs got knocked out. Her body froze, words not able to escape even through her open mouth, her head slightly shaking in disbelief. The woman was beautiful, now she finally understood why he went for her. The wife of her past lover was standing in front of her, her smile bright like the sun, light practically radiating off of her frame. They were nothing alike. She cleared her throat, quickly squeezing her eyes shut before speaking with a forced smile on her face. " What would you like?"

" Would you be a peach and make me a long glass of caramel iced coffee?" Her voice was angelic, soft, pure with a hint of hardness and a slight rumble in her tone.

She couldn't help but notice the woman rubbing her stomach, her hand moving in circles over her dress, the fabric bringing out the roundness of her belly. She quickly nodded to her request, the other womens orders blurring together, she didn't know for how much longer she would be able to keep it together.

As she worked on their drinks one thing was for certain, all feelings of regret disappeared. The second thoughts flew out the window, plans of revenge settling into the empty spaces. His wife had to know, she was carrying his child for fucks sake.

Finished with their drinks she brought them out, her feet bringing her to their table and setting the glasses down. " And just call me if you need anything else." This time her voice was stronger, her tone set sweetly with hardness underneath, she softly smiled at the four women, hearing their thank you's before walking away.

Her gaze was set on the now soon to be mother, she watched as she sipped her drink, some spilling on her lip. She reached for the napkin beneath her coffee glass and when her eyes fully set onto it she abruptly stopped. Her eyebrows scrunched together, her whole body slowly tensing. She looked back to the young girl at the counter, her face pulled in disbelief as the women around her asked if she was okay. Swiftly dismissing them she got up and carried herself to the front.

" Is this some kind of joke? Do you think it's funny?" The girl could only stare at the woman, her eyes sad, begging her to see the truth behind them. " This is the humor you kids these days like, huh? Well it's not funny and it's really hurtful. You should not be joking about things like this." The young girl pulled out her phone, completely ignoring his wifes furious tone she pushed the device into the woman's hands.

There was a beat of silence, both of them waiting for the other to say something, anything. " As far as I know I'm not the only one, there have been many women before me." She clutched the counter to stay stable. " I should have ended things sooner, told you about everything. But for my own selfish reasons I let this drag out for more than a year."

Their eyes met and it felt like they had a whole silent conversation while they gazed at each other.

" When do you get off?"

" I'm sorry?"

" When does your shift end?" Her stare was hard, demanding, wanting answers from the young girl infront of her.

" Six. I get off at six."

" Great." She suddenly smiled, the very same beaming, bright smile she walked into the shop with. " I'll pick you up then. How do you feel about a little wine date at my place?"

She knew what this meant, and with the situation they were at, she was all here for it.

~

" I don't know what went wrong. I mean we seemed so happy. Honestly I thought it was work trips, late night shifts, but he always made time for me." The kitchen table was marble, their home big and modern, neat, but with a woman's touch every place needed for it to be called home.

" He always talked about him being unhappy. Said that you were some controlling freak, made bullshit excuses and made me think that I was his corner of peace, escape." The girl had a mocking in her tone, recalling every memorie she and her once lover shared. Her fingers were tightly wrapped around a crystal glass, dark crimson liquid swirling inside it as she took a sip.

" It's truly impressive how he managed to carry this out for so long." His wife had a sour look on her face, hatred clear in her eyes, flames turning ready to burn anyone who got too close. " More wine? If I could, I would be getting shitfaced right now."

Their giggles and laughter quickly died down when a faint sound of the front door opening and closing made it to their ears, footsteps sounding out closer to the kitchen.

" I bought you some ice cream and there's this new movie out, we could watch it tonight." His face morphed into shock, disbelief, fear almost when he rounded the corner, the bag he was carrying dropping to the floor.

" Oh, hi, honey. I made a new friend at the coffee shop today. Isn't she the sweetest." He didn't answer, only stared, his eyes shifting between the two women at the table.

The moment was quiet, almost peaceful before hell broke loose. His wife was screaming, her finger pointed at his chest while she continued to walk him backwards, his own hands flying around her to try and calm her down. The young girl stared at them, her lips pulled into a smirk as she sipped on her wine. She didn't want to admit it, but it was satisfying, watching his face turn red from embarrassment, his wife and the mother of his child truly putting him in his place.

Her heart finally felt light, free.

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[thenighthekate]

MASTERLIST

Warning - I don't know any of these people in real life, which means I don't know what they would do or say in any of these situations. That saying, these all are characters I have created in my mind.

My first language isn't english so if there is a mistake or a few, help would be much appreciated. Thank you!

I write for my own enjoyment and letting other people read is just a small part of that joy, if you like my stories and feel inspired by them, nobody is stopping you. But remember that it is my time I'm spending writing these and credits would be appreciated!

TOM KAULITZ

I could never blame him - Weave your fingers in mine. Don't let me walk away like you never wanted me to stay.

Bring me to heaven - But all my soul was full of light. A joyful sense and purity. Is all I can remember; the very night to me was bright.

Am I the one you want [pt.2] [pt.3] - This little thing, once proud in love and lust, now hides its face and soon it will be dust.

Starboy - Fingers move on his naked ribcage and I get to see what I need, standing straight.

Moments captured - Trace my curves in charcoal, sketch my lines in lead, fill in all my shadows, as I lie naked on this bed.

He's at your window - Sensing a presence in my bed, I plead that this is all in my head. My gut wrenches. Heart sinks, once my eyes fix upon you I dare not blink.

Different needs - I was oblivious to the fact what is toxic. When I stumbled upon toxic, amazing voice, looks decent, beautiful thoughts we shared. Then poison spread.

Tell the truth - Would you care if we quit talking? Would you care if I went walking? I need to know how you feel So I know how to deal.

The way I loved you - And my heart does not beat. It is still inside my chest. My tears keep on falling and my head will not rest.

He had a cigarette with his number on it - My lips hold back the lava in my chest. The burning, consuming, encroaching destruction is hardening my resolve more than you could have guessed.

MIGUEL O'HARA

I know who you pretend I am - My dreams are still about you, so are my nightmares. I have come to realize. For you, I still care

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[thenighthekate]

Am I the one you want [pt.2] ( t.k. )

This little thing, once proud in love and lust, now hides its face and soon it will be dust.

Part one

It felt like the hotel room was filled with steam, their bodies stuck together like glue, grinding, molding with each other. Her breath was stuck in her throat, head thrown back, arms around his neck. His rough hands slid all over her skin, the soft plush beneath his finger shifting with his desires.

The rocking of their bodies slowed down, their minds clouded with the passing clouds of pleasure, euphoria exploding between the two of them.

Tom fell to the left of her, the bed dipping, his arms folded underneath his head. He could see the girl turning away from him, her frame rotating to sleep on her side. " You're quiet. What's wrong?" His hand reached out to glide over her back, shivers left on her flesh wherever his touch was.

" I'm just thinking." Her voice was tired, hoarse.

" If it's about that, don't even try." His tone changed in seconds, annoyance lacing it yet again.

" And why not." She suddenly sat up, the covers sliding down to her lap, her chest bare and naked to the cool air. Her eyes had fire in them, it felt like if he got too close he'd get burned. " Are you scared? You're not happy, everyone can see it."

As childish as it sounded, he rolled his eyes, his body shifting to sit up too. " Why are you difficult again? I told you it's not gonna happen and that's the final."

" Unbelievable." She muttered under her breath, her feet hitting the carpeted floor. Her naked frame walked over to the other side of the room, her hands grabbing her clothes as fast as she could. " And what if I told her exactly what is going on, that her husband is fucking some chick way younger than him."

He laughed, he fucking laughed. He looked her in the eye and with a smile on his face opened his arms as if inviting her to come in between them. " We both know you're not going to. " Her eyebrows scrunched together, her expression confused asking him why. " 'Cus in doing so you're going to lose me and you're going to sound like a whore. Whatever you say to her is not going to do anything. Now, we should watch a movie so come here." His gaze shifted away from her, looking for the remote.

Her hand tightened around her clothes, her anger boiling inside her, his words felt like daggers to her back.

" Fuck you." Her tone was laced with spite, anger, frustration. Honestly it surprised Tom, his eyes immediately going back to her, only to see her fully dressed ready to walk out the door.

" What are you doing?" It was a dumb question really, it was clear what her intentions were. " Hey, baby, I didn't mean it. You know that." As fast as he could he jumped out of the bed to be by her side, his hands grabbing her arms and waist, anywhere she let him touch her. " Come on. It was a stupid thing to say, I know."

" You're an asshole." She turned to him at full speed, her own hands pushing him away from her. She looked wild, the rage inside her building up by every passing second. " Don't fucking touch me. This is it, we're done. And don't even think that I won't tell your wife."

" Let's talk it out." His words fell to deaf ears, the door opening and slamming shut, leaving him alone with his own silence.

His chest fell up and down, heavy sighs leaving his lips. He was fucked.

Part three

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