A story about a married woman who decides to be unfaithful to her husband

Is there such a thing as soulmates?

He was a lover boy who craved affection like a drug. Each touch, each whisper, each longing gaze a temporary high he could never quite sustain. The need to love, to be touched, to be seen, radiated off him in waves. He begged the world for devotion, only to choke on the echo of those who couldn't give enough. Drowning in the emptiness that applause and adoration could never fill. She was a storm dressed in skin, a girl who made an art of self sabotage. Her past was a tangle of scars and half healed wounds, a map of trauma that made destruction feel like home. Addicted to ruining the very things she craved, poisoning her own desires just to prove she couldn't be saved. The sweeter the taste, the faster she shattered it, because nothing terrified her more than having something worth keeping. Because admiration can't cure fear; and love can't erase the patterns of the past. IV (Ivy Guitarist from Sleep Token ) x Sloane FMC ( Guitar tech )

Blythe is a sleep therapist dealing with the loss of her father. After his passing she became a terrible insomniac. She tries to help her patients as best she can, while holding on to a normal life. But can she continue to hold onto reality after she begins to see shadows and masked figures everywhere she goes? Who are these beings and why does she keep seeing them?

When a door closes, another window opens. Disclaimer: explicit content, strong language and adult themes. It involves drugs, sex and self harm, among others.

When being passed over for a job collides with the past on her heels, the last thing Sera Hale needs is the threat of being sent back to America. When a long time friend tells her about an opportunity to work as a housekeeper, she doesn't hesitate to show up for the interview. She'll take whatever she can get, even if her new employer wears a mask and cape 24/7. He wasn't going to hire Sera, however when he learned of her situation it brought out an empathetic side and learning that she was mute brought out a curious one. His curiosity soon becomes fascination as his new housekeeper settles into her role. Although, his fascinations would soon become his downfall into actions punishable, the deity Sleep doesn't care for distractions. She was the distraction he didn't need. He was the one person that could possibly reawaken something that had dissolved long ago. Sleepless nights, regretful decisions, threats from her past and the wrath of his deity should be enough warning, but is it? PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNING BEFOREHAND 18+ MDNI

When artist Abigail Harker was hired to design a new mask for the mysterious frontrunner of the band Sleep Token, she knew she was being offered an amazing chance to further her career - but had no idea what other opportunities might be in store. The story of two slightly broken artists teaching each other to love and accept love in return, despite all the difficulties of dating when business, mental health struggles, and nosy bandmates seem determined to get in the way. Alternate summary: Vessel falls in love and makes it everyone's problem.

A slight tickle on your cheek begins to awaken you, eyes foggy and confused as you gaze around the room. You can feel the hair that hangs in your eyes being brushed gently to the side, but by what force you do not know. While nothing yet has made sense in this place, you never once have felt scared. If anything, you feel satiated, the last memory you can seem to recall is sinking deep into a bath scented with lavender. This is an X reader, You are the main character. This is also a female reader or anyone who identifies with female anatomy/pronouns. Anatomy is *cough* heavily discussed. This is my first time in my life writing anything other than an angsty depression poem. I apologize if it is butts, I may over explain details, and its a bit of a slow burner. NOT ABOUT THE REAL PEOPLE YALL. THIS IS ABOUT THE MASKED MEN WHO MAKE OUT ON STAGE ONLY

AND JUST LIKE THE RAIN A love story between Vessel and OC in between touring, being doxxed and writing/recording Even In Arcadia. Act I: Past Self Socially-anxious, troubled musician meets bubbly barista with an aura of pure sunshine. Will they be able to find what they're looking for with each other? Or will unhealed trauma from the past, his secret identity, a protective brother and his bandmates keep them apart? - He falls first - Forced proximity - She is off limits - Slow burn love - Socially awkward encounters - Hidden identity - Adult content Act II: Emergence While Matthew and Lizzie try to build up their newly established relationship, Matthew's fame rises some unwanted attention. Will he be able to keep himself together as he tries to deal with everything he never asked for? And will Lizzie stay by his side through the drama that nearly tears them apart? - Trauma put into expression - Doxxing identities - Bullying - True love always wins? - Spicy content - Soulmates - Tourlife Act III: Infinite Baths Lizzie and Matthew's love has proved to be strong enough to overcome the hardest issues, but as Matthew seems to evolve into a stronger version of himself, he finds that life is not done throwing hurt at him yet. Will writing and recording a new album give him enough distraction? - Better person - Overcoming trauma - Healing - Finding happiness - Closure - Hurt - Kinky content - Happy ending? NB; This is an ungoing work in progress. In no way are the identities of the Sleep Token bandmembers given away in this fanfiction. Names, situations and places are completely made up by me. I understand the fact that the Sleep Token members are real human beings, so their personalities in this story are what I liked them to be rather than how they might be in real life, since I do not know them at all. Stay respectful!

II has a hard time dealing with his emotions. It gets frustrating when you try to communicate with him. Angst and jealousy ensue, will he be able to fix it before one of his best friends tries to step in and take you away from him?