In A Few Hours I Will Write My First Story…but Who Should It Be With?

Guys was static strings really that good… I’ve been seeing the requests for more!! I’m not ignoring u I’m just trying to find the motivation to write 😔 pls pls bear with me!! I love u guys:(

my little pony hotel room

My friend told me to get out of the rain cause I’m gonna catch a cold. God forbid a girl have fun😔

Rory culkin edits get me foaming at the mouth

MAYHEM

Recording "Deathcrush", at Creative Studios, Kolbotn, in the Spring of 1987

god forbid a girl be tired 24/7

STATIC STRINGS

Warnings: kissing,trauma talk

Miles’ fingers glided across the guitar strings like he was casting some kind of spell. slow, deliberate, a little violent in the way he bent each note until it cried out. He sat on his bed you could see the sharp line of his jaw flexing with every chord he played. You leaned against the doorway, clutching the CD you bought for him while you were out like it was some kind of peace offering. “I got you something,” you said finally. He didn’t look up, but his fingers slowed. “For me?” he asked, voice low and unreadable. You walked in and dropped the CD onto the mattress. “Found it in that sketchy shop on Main. Thought of you the second I saw it. It’s angry and loud, basically screaming your name.” That got his attention. He plucked it off the bed and tilted it in the light. “This is brutal,” he said with a smirk. “You know me too well.” “I like listening to you play,” you added, more softly now, sitting beside him. “Always have. I wanted to learn, but..” You swallowed hard. “Shit was always messy at Home. My head. Didn’t have the time. Or the space.” The smirk faded. Miles stared at you for a long moment, his thumb running along the edge of the CD case before he set it aside. He put his hand on your thigh, it was warm and possessive, and the next thing you knew, he was pulling you into his lap like it was nothing. Your body landed across his legs with a soft gasp, your hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders. He kissed you before you could even process it. The kiss was slow and full of heat, like he was trying to taste everything you’d just admitted. “I hate that for you,” he murmured against your lips. “The way you talk about your past like it still owns you.” His fingers slid up under your shirt, calloused fingertips brushing your waist, the gesture just toeing the line between comfort and desire. “You’re here now. With me.” He reached around and picked up the guitar, sliding it between you both. “ I’ll show you how to play”. His hands moved over yours, guiding them to the frets. His chest was pressed to your back now, chin grazing your shoulder. “Like this,” he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. “Let me show you how to feel it.” You pressed the strings, strummed once, shaky and uneven. He chuckled softly, “Relax, sweetheart. You’re stiff.” “I wonder why,” you shot back, arching slightly as his fingers skimmed lower, pressing at the band of your jeans. “You’re not exactly innocent over here.” “I never claimed to be.” He kissed your jaw. “But I am yours.” You strummed again, better this time while his hands never left your waist, holding you steady and grounded, but also undeniably close. The music blurred into background noise as his mouth moved along your neck, lips dragging down to your collarbone. He kissed you harder this time demanding greedily. His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you flush against him.

The guitar was forgotten.

“I wanna make new memories with you,” he said between kisses. “Good ones. Ones that make the past feel like nothing.” His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs circling your skin like he was memorizing it. You tilted your head back, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed down your throat. “You still wanna learn guitar?” he asked, voice thick with heat. You laughed breathlessly. “I mean, yeah eventually.” “Good,” he smirked. “But for now, I’ve got other things I wanna teach you.”

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Static strings pt2

Pt2 of static strings will be out this evening!! (Est time for me ) !!