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wh-da-backup · 5 months

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here are the lyrics scraps and other random crap i had saved on my phone because it's taking up a lot of space and i almost lost it once so let's get this over with

even most of the lyrics are pretty bad but there are a few decent ones also some of them are out of order but most have dates on them

2012

12.23 one razor at a time earning mother's love

12.31 nothing's shiny anymore

11.12 swallow the key solder the locks shut my face in a plastic box

11.16 staring at the sky in the dark as you wait for the movie to start

11.12 drip your drops of old amusement

10.25 take back the throne, take back what's mine i'll take back the blood you filled with my wine

10.26 the lesser of evils will lead us

12.17 i can't pinpoint the last time i held you before you changed

[no date] "summer"

i can't wait until summer. it's warm and we have no school and it has the perfect amounts of daytime and nighttime. the bad thing about summer is i always make a lot of plans but they never come to fruition, at least not as i had hoped. i hope a lot of things for summer. i think summer is better as a hope than as a reality. still, i can't wait for summer because i dislike homework and waking up early. though next summer i will probably have all that. so all i'm left with is missing my friends cause i can't see them everyday. maybe i'm better off abandoning summer. maybe i'm just jaded and annoyed in all seasons. maybe i just miss being a child when summer and winter and all the seasons meant something and i knew hot to play outside and i had an imagination. this has been an essay by me.

4.10 and we used to be broken together i've been so alone ever since you got better

4.16 thoughts of old ambitions i would if things were different slowly losing interest i'm nicer when i'm drunk

i miss what we had i'm not getting it back

6.13 i left the fan on all night it chopped my dreams, tangled

2.19 gettin lies from a girl but he chooses to believe her gettin music in his head from a radio receiver falls right in love with every pretty face he sees this boy is 96 degrees but he thinks he has a fever

6.19 did you whisper to her "hit me in the head again"

i try to tie myself together arms going seismic i threaten to explode

go on avoiding wear her like a fire it's fuel for my furnace and i am the pyre

6.22 some things rot and some things rust 6.20 you wasted my time and you wasted my trust

6.23 and i don't get mad when mosquito bites start to itch when i was a parasite at least i had a niche

6.22 the air feels just like summer sticky humidity thick as my stupidity

6.23 you spend 2012 with another girl we weren't even friends til the end of the world

6.24 nothing seems to beautiful and i keep wishing i were drunk what do you want me to say i'm stupid sober anyway

6.25 ever notice how we parody our own existence laughter is medicine and we're all junkies

6.26 my brain's got an itch i stopped hating myself and i turned into a bitch it's bad the way it all went down i may be a bitch but i keep my promises call me again if rogue wave's in town

7.4 other people's midnight is my 3am

7.4 our bodies grow up around us

7.5 what gave it away? was it my heavy breathing or was it the fact that i explicitly said you look just like the monsters that live in my head?

7.5 it's normal for her to be weird and it's weird for her to be normal she's innocent she makes no sense she's just like my dreams…

7.6 i hope your life is full of bliss i hope it's all parades and circuses

7.5-6 someday you'll find a girl who will write you an even better lovesong than i did, and when you do, invite me to the wedding.

7.11 disguise the limit

7.13 i mourn my heart and everything else that died in your hands

7.14 i had my words laid out across my lips you just kinda punched them off

7.15 you're my piece of poison cake

7.19 candy apple heart's delight i'll have you in pieces by the end of the night

7.24 the radio buzzing a perpetual fart

7.29 media re writing mirrors vomit tears and blood will river out the door from shudder shivers camera chimera feeding on your fears

8.1 the air was still i had to fix it

8.3 thoughts attempt to escape my head i'm trying to sleep i start punching the bed you've fallen before you know it's a war

8.3 i talk too much today about the feelings i had once i plan my conversations days in advance

(the origin of this one was me thinking, hmm… what rhymes in british english but not american english?)

8.10 nothing's changed since the revolution and everyone still thinks it's revolutionary

8.10 ugly jugular juggernaut 7.18 summer is my time to rot

8.13 it's the eyes that justify the suffering

8.17 "dictionary"

a heart is a chaos machine and life is a struggle to be ok

8.17 putting on placebo scars

8.18 we are not the highest tier it seems our humility fermented to fear

and so we run… small racetracks laced with pain we run… our safety drills in vain we run… from anything we know might help us heaven help us

8.18 like swallowing that sip of red wine just half a second too soon

8.25 symptoms of adulthood

8.29 desire to recreate the times you liked it's hard to ask for things you can't describe

8.29 ask me what i planned to do today guess what didn't happen today

8.30 apathy in a bottle

9.3 say something flattering love you are maddening something is shattering breaking and battering

9.5 turn to stone and feel no more turn to flesh and die

9.5 i would comfortably say to your face what i've been saying behind your back

9.5 let me out of this dusty skull

9.7 sleep little one spend your childhood dreaming this all can be taken away and it will

sleep old one sleep waste your final breath dreaming your life can be taken away and it will

9.12 crumble down like bowling pins deadly seven deadly seven deadly seven -ten split sins

9.13 i am a sound nothing to profound component of the echo underground

9.13 and stupid with bad kisses

9.18 that's when i knew it was over for sure you became the cause instead of the cure and i don't need to hurt myself anymore

9.19 most lives occur within a caffeine blur what's so much worse about a heroin haze

9.23 some things you can learn from research, some things you can learn from practice, but some things you just have to learn by being stupid

9.26 all that is mine is my discretion i am not your fight i am not your weapon

10.1 done with pronouns get your own nouns

10.2 even after you were better i just kept trying to fix you til i broke down

you think i hate you, dumbfuck? why hate a stranger? just remember who you clung to when you bore the scars of your own danger

10.4 you'll make it ok, you'll get there in time everyone has their shit to deal with wade through the shit and you'll rinse off and shine

10.9 embryonic generation

10.10 so many fake replies but when you greet me it's a natural hi

10.11 i've never been the type to know my own wants and i'm a different person every six months

10.16 i'll gladly give you everything just tell me who i am

10.18 but no word has meaning until it is consummated with the death of a tree

10.19 it's better that it's your fault i couldn't take the guilt and you can't comprehend just what you've done

10.22 our fragile civilization has fallen to its knees cause we reject what help we get we'd rather have our thieves

10.22 i give myself these nightmares an early funeral gift

10.24 and now i burn my flag to save it from those who don't deserve to wave it

we deserve the guilt for the world our fathers' fathers built this pain we can't forget for the victims' children's children feel it yet

we have not won yet we act as though the battle's dead and done we are not one bleeding from the seams for centuries torn

11.1 vulnerable we exposed our opened skin

gifts of music and inspiration you took me to the cities you built on paper you told me your dreams, your movies

your secrets

and i wrote lyrics of my thoughts drawings of my fears

time passes

minds clear, or at least change music gets old, i guess skin heals up and presence just isn't enough

11.4 the light in the bathroom's on we know that the fires burn out by dawn

11.19 it's not my conscience that's givin me guilt

11.26 you learned to play the rules or else you smoldered with the century

every house marked with a happy green sign like a video game neighborhood set up with a click overnight

steady commercial airline flatlining my pulse in the sky

11.26 cut by feathers cut from apathy cut tomorrow and last night from me count to zero count for everything arrow arrow don't let go of me

dealer breaker fake as everything

11.30 maybe we're just mad because it hurt us when we fell or maybe we're just angels who once dipped a hand in hell

12.2 brewing a storm inside my stomach

12.2 waking up with scars after the anger's gone

12.2 i wanna get so old it doesn't hurt anymore

12.1-2 write me my obitchuary i'm a woman now

12.3 i have no place in time or space

12.7 red my lips before the show

12.9 your body was there but you weren't the one making it breathe

12.9 wishing you would stop but also wishing i still did the same

12.9 i have no idea what you're talking about you must think i'm a fool

baby things aren't the way they were in school

12.10 if i were only a few years older maybe i wouldn't have missed so much

12.14 i fucking miss the person you used to be

12.14 a year ago i wish i'd told you how i felt and how i wanted to kiss you

10.9 at a certain point, you'll realize you're surrounded by gasoline. you don't have to drown. burn it off, little by little. you'll have light, you'll have heat. thrive on what would have killed you until there's not a trace of it left.

and i'll keep writing songs until i've all but forgotten your name

9.19 dark horizon but i won't let it turn my memories to poison

there's no taking back the barriers you've risen

2013

2.24 i always feel like i'm out of the loop out of the infinite loop

2011

[no date] i tripped the alarm and it fell on its face

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lillupon · 3 years

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Doctor!Mingyu x Pilot!Wonwoo

Some Doctor!Mingyu & Pilot!Wonwoo smut inspired by the devastatingly hot clip simsminwon on twitter posted earlier this week (*/ω＼)

This oneshot is also available on twitter

Mingyu stands and opens the door for his last patient of the day. She bows and says, "Thank you, Dr. Kim."

"Of course. Give me a call or shoot me an email if you have any questions or concerns," he tells her. She thanks him again. Then, handbag clutched under her arm, she leaves.

Quiet descends once the front door closes after her. There are no other noises save for the burbling of the fish tank in the waiting room. Mingyu is left alone in his clinic. He sent Chan, his secretary, home an hour ago, assuring the boy that he would be able to lock up on his own. Mingyu's in no rush to get home tonight. There's no one waiting for him at home, so he may as well wait out the traffic in the comfort of his office. He had to skip lunch this afternoon because he was behind schedule; he'll have a late lunch before he leaves, and pick up dinner on the way home.

Mingyu sighs. Scuffs the floor with a petulant kick of his foot. Wonwoo was supposed to arrive home two days ago, but adverse weather conditions delayed the flight, turning what should have been a ten-day absence into a two-week one. He should be used to it by now--they've been together for three years--but part of him still aches for Wonwoo when he's gone. Part of him still worries, even though he knows the odds of anything bad happening is infinitesimally small.

Mingyu heats up beef bulgogi in the microwave and then takes his meal back to his office. A few mouse clicks later, he pulls up the medical research articles he had bookmarked: a bit of light reading while he eats.

A spoonful of rice is halfway to his mouth when he hears the front door opening. He wonders if it's a patient who left something behind. He sets aside his food to go greet the visitor. When he opens the door to his room, he comes face-to-face with Wonwoo, who is still dressed in uniform, though sans hat.

For a brief second, Mingyu can do nothing but gape. The only sound that escapes his mouth is a, "Wha--?"

A smile breaks across Wonwoo's face. "Hey, you."

Wonwoo's voice jolts him out of his stupor. He cups Wonwoo's neck and swoops forward to kiss him. Their lips meet in an off-centered smash and it's perfect and everything Mingyu has been missing for the past two weeks. Wonwoo laughs breathlessly against him, lips curving into a grin that has their teeth clacking together.

Mingyu parts. Keeps his hand on Wonwoo's neck--needs to be touching. "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until Thursday." As he speaks, he strokes a thumb absentmindedly over Wonwoo's throat.

"Same here," Wonwoo says. He tips his chin up, inviting Mingyu's touch. "There were no more delays after the blizzard, if you can believe it."

Mingyu leans in to rest their foreheads together. "I'm glad you're okay," he whispers.

"M-hm. Was just a little cold. That's about it," Wonwoo tells him, voice quiet. His breath puffs over Mingyu's lips. "Wish you could have been there to keep me warm."

Their mouths find each other again. Wonwoo's arms go to wind around his shoulders. Mingyu wraps an arm around Wonwoo's narrow waist, pulling him close so that their bodies are pressed flush together. Wonwoo moans softly, angling his head so that they can deepen their kisses.

Yeah, he would have kept Wonwoo warm on those snowstorming days. Would have stripped them both naked, blanketed himself over Wonwoo for some skin-to-skin contact. Nothing like a bit of SSC for heat exchange and thermal control. In perfect contrast to Wonwoo's perpetual cold, Mingyu runs hot as a furnace. Even now, he feels heat sliding down his spine, pooling low in his gut. Wonwoo's tongue ignites a flame between his loins, fuels the fire with his soft and sweet moans. His trousers are starting to grow tight, and he can feel Wonwoo's arousal nudge against him in response.

Wonwoo's arching into him, trying to force them impossibly closer together. Mingyu runs both palms down the seductive curve of Wonwoo's back, lower still. He grasps Wonwoo's asscheeks in his hands. Fingers digging in, he grinds their hips together.

Wonwoo breaks away with a gasp. Mingyu doesn't miss a beat, dragging his lips along the angle of Wonwoo's jaw, mouthing hot and wet down the pale column of his throat. Inhaling the scent of him.

"Gyu," Wonwoo moans shakily. "Oh, Gyu. Want you inside me..."

Mingyu groans. Doesn't need to be asked twice--wants to be inside Wonwoo as badly as Wonwoo wants to be filled. After one more hard kiss, he pulls away to root through the cabinets for a tube of lubricating jelly. He's shaking with his desire, over-eager hands knocking over bottles and containers and instruments in his search.

By the time he turns around, Wonwoo has already discarded his belt and is unzipping his trousers. Mingyu shuts the door to his office and crowds Wonwoo against it; his nose finds the hollow of Wonwoo's throat, while his hand helps to shove down Wonwoo's pants the rest of the way.

Wonwoo turns around to brace his forearms against the door. Gets on his tiptoes and sticks his ass out. The muscles of his hamstrings flex and release beautifully, quivering with the effort of holding himself taut.

Mingyu preps Wonwoo hastily, slicked-up fingers opening Wonwoo's hole to make way for his cock. Usually, he likes to take his time doing this, likes to see the slow but sure way that Wonwoo loses control from his fingers alone. But they've both been apart for too long, and his want makes him impatient. Wonwoo, is too, judging by his moans. Normally, it takes a little more work on Mingyu's part to draw those kinds of sounds out of Wonwoo.

Maybe he loves it. Maybe he can't resist teasing Wonwoo a little, just to hear him whine. Mingyu rubs the tip of his cock over that needy hole, pressing in the tip to give Wonwoo a taste, only to withdraw.

"Gyu, if you don't fuck me now, I-I'm going to--" Wonwoo tries to threaten, only the effect of it is ruined by how wrecked he sounds, and the fact that he can't finish his sentence.

It's so cute.

All of it is so cute, Mingyu thinks he might die: the way Wonwoo tries to push his hips back; the way his hole squeezes and clings to Mingyu's cock, unwilling to let him slip free; the little growls of frustration.

It's only been a handful of seconds, but at this point, Mingyu's starting to feel like he's been a bit mean. His baby wants it so much. Mingyu has been denying himself, too.

The noise Wonwoo makes as Mingyu sheathes himself is one of utter bliss and satisfaction. A groan shudders out of Mingyu as the hot clutch of Wonwoo's inner walls pulsate around him.

Mingyu plasters himself to Wonwoo's back and rasps into his ear, "So tight, baby. You feel so good." He wraps a forearm around Wonwoo's chest, like a crossbar locking him in place. With one hand braced on the wall as support, he begins to rock his hips with short and shallow thrusts.

"Oh, Gyu, ohhh," Wonwoo sighs, letting his head loll back onto Mingyu's shoulder. "Mmm... Deeper, baby."

Mingyu shifts to get an arm under Wonwoo's thigh, hiking it up. Wonwoo keeps himself balanced by planting a forearm on the door. He twists his torso, winding his other arm around Mingyu's shoulder. The change in position allows them to face each other, while also offering Mingyu better access. The next time he presses forward, his cock reaches the deepest parts of Wonwoo.

The effect is instantaneous: Wonwoo moans, long and low. His lashes flutter.

Goddamn--the way Wonwoo looks at him, brows drawn together with pleasure, eyes smouldering and half-lidded, lips parting on a moan... It gets to a guy's head. Makes him feel like the only man in the world. He wonders if he looks at Wonwoo the same way. Probably. That's how all of their friends knew they were crushing on each other, even before they had realised it themselves.

A surge of feeling rises in his chest. He can't resist leaning in for a kiss, which Wonwoo returns with equal passion. The roll of his hips turns slow but just as deep as they exchange kisses. Already, his gut is starting to clench with his impending orgasm. His balls are drawing in tight to his body. In his defense, he's barely touched himself since Wonwoo left, knowing that his release would be all the sweeter if he waited.

Wonwoo pulls away with a gasp. He braces both forearms on the door. Lets his head hang between his shoulders. Mingyu snaps his hips forward, forceful, and is rewarded with a cry.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Wonwoo chants. His words stutter on a moan every time Mingyu thrusts into him. "Ooh, just like that, Gyu." The cadence of his breathing quickens, voice going high when he moans Mingyu's name. He's close.

So Mingyu does exactly what Wonwoo tells him to do: keeps fucking into the tight heat of Wonwoo's body with short and sharp thrusts that have Wonwoo's fingers fruitlessly scrabbling for purchase on the wooden door.

"Gyu," Wonwoo gasps out. He's growing tighter around Mingyu's cock.

"Gonna come, baby?" Mingyu grits out. He'll never get over how hot it is that Wonwoo can come without a single touch to his cock; a good dicking from Mingyu is all he needs.

Wonwoo barely manages an, "Oh, fuck--" and then his cock is shooting off, streaks of white landing in stripes over the door; his insides clamp down rhythmically, spurring Mingyu's own orgasm to a crest.

Mingyu shoves his face into Wonwoo's shoulder, muffling his groan there. His cock twitches as he empties himself inside Wonwoo. The aftershocks of his orgasm shake through him. His hips jerk of their own accord, once, twice.

They are quiet, save for their panting as they catch their breaths. Mingyu slips out of Wonwoo. For a moment, nothing: Wonwoo's hole contracts around empty air. And then Mingyu's release starts to slide out of him.

They lie down on the examination table, curled towards each other like parentheses. Trading languid kisses in silence. Mingyu loses track of time. Wonwoo has that sort of effect on him.

It might be minutes or an hour later when Wonwoo nudges Mingyu onto his back. Wonwoo pushes himself to seated, gets a thigh over Mingyu's hips in a straddle. His slender cock stands straight at attention, the tip of it wet with fluids. He's smiling, impish.

Mingyu swallows. "Insatiable minx," he whispers.

#my writing

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bloody-delicious · 5 years

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Hey I loved your fic with Buhguul and a stressed reader. Can I please ask for the same but instead it would be with how Patrick Bateman or Harry Warden would care for a reader?

thank you! 💕

(also im sorry these took so long-im afraid their quality doesnt make up for it lol, i hope these are okay)

patrick bateman x stressed s/o

you had been sitting there for what felt like, and, in all probability, most likely was, hours. patrick’s usual spotless living room was now in disarray, folders and papers with scribbled unintelligible shorthand and crude sketches littered everywhere, with you, a picture of haggard exhaustion, eyes drooped with dark circles and painted with red lines that displayed your dilapidated state of being for all to see, positioned in the center of the chaos. body slouched over the heap of work before you, the crinkle of papers was the only sound audible in the empty space, besides that of the gentle hum of the new york city’s night life beginning to emerge from the shadows for a period of lawless play, sin hidden from the eyes of the exposing rays of daylight as the sun dipped below the crimson skyline.

you knew that you would eventually have to surrender to your aching body and clean up the mess you had made, as patrick would be home soon, and you knew that the sight of his apartment in such disorder would not spur a pleasant reaction. not wishing to flirt with such a dangerous notion, you decided that you should return the space to its original immaculate state sooner rather than later. with a heavy sigh, you picked yourself up from the floor, bones cracking and muscles stretching with a stab of pain, resisting the sudden movement. one by one, the work is picked up from the floor with aching hands, stuffed into their according folders, and though the incessant work disappears from sight, it lingers in your head like a throbbing tumor, keeping you from enjoying any moment of real peace. the folders are placed lazily on the coffee table, and you slump to your previous position on the floor, eyes glazed and staring at the now organized stack of unfinished papers.

even when the shuffling outside the door becomes audible and the sound of keys fitting into the lock reaches your ears, the door opening and the sound of tom ford oxford loafers stepping into the apartment pierces your silence, you remain in your trance, all of your senses numbed by your prostrated condition. heels clicked sharply on the floor, patrick walking further into the room, his sense of authority almost materializing as a tangible presence, his cold and almost foreboding demeanor suffocating the air. your partner was a powerful man, and though you were well aware of the threat he posed at all times, you had grown used to his degenerated mien, and became accustomed to his constant attitude of superiority, the perverted manner with which he held himself.

“what are you doing, y/n?”

patricks voice sounded peculiar, more peculiar than his normal tone. the facade of the typical upper class businessman had not yet faded away, his voice still carrying the faux sincerity that every yuppie in the entire state spoke with.

“work,” you mumbled, rubbing your inflamed eyes with weary hands.

“what did you say? i cant hear you when you mumble.”

his voice developed a more sinister undertone, a threatening connotation that you knew was not to be provoked further.

“work,” you repeated, this time fully articulating yourself. you didnt look over at him, head still resting in your palms.

your heard the heels begin to click across the floor again, increasing in sound as the man made his way over to you. you felt him sit on the couch behind you, body stiff, tense, like a predator ready to claim its prey. he was always like this. you had no idea how he maintained such a defensive state around the clock, how his mind could handles such endless rigidity. after a bit of an awkward silence, patricks hand finds its way to your hair, smoothing stray strands and feeling them on his skin. he continues to play with your locks, starting to almost pull on them, though it isnt to the point of pain. you sigh and try to relax your body, leaning back into his strong hands. his begins to pull harder on your hair, occasionally wrapping fistfuls in his palms, and small twinges of pain begin to take root in your scalp.

you say his name in an attempt to signal to him that hes hurting you, but he doesnt seem to hear, or he just doesnt listen. his hand wraps around your soft hair, suddenly gripping it and tugging on it with force. you let out a surprised cry and instinctively jump away, your hand going up to touch your head.

“patrick!” you scold, looking back at him. you can barely muster the energy to reprimand your lover, and youre sure that your words are not very intimidating, with obvious exhaustion laced in your voice and written on your face. patrick sits with his elbows resting on his knees, observing you with no expression. it appears that both of you are lost in your own little worlds.

“that hurt,” you say, hoping to reach him this time. nothing. he watches you still with emotionless eyes. the two of you sit in silence before he suddenly speaks.

“do you want to go out to dinner? wherever you want.”

his lips twist into a smile, but you do not reciprocate it.

“if you want to,” you sigh, knowing that trying to bring up the previous topic is useless. “im feeling really tired today. work is getting to me.”

there is another period of silence, and you see patricks face begin to change. it almost becomes darker, menacing.

“we could…do something else,” patrick suggests, his words practically dripping with a malicious nuance, immediately alerting you as to what he has in mind.

“no, patrick. you might like butchering people, but i dont. thats youre thing, not mine.”

patricks grin only grows wider at your words.

“whats the name of your boss again? i cant seem to remember.”

“no.”

“you said work was stressing you out, didnt you?”

“yes-“

“so let off a little steam, y/n, it’ll be a blast,” he interrupts, a wild look beginning to form in his eyes, excitement growing in his voice.

you let out a groan and turn away from him, putting your aching head back in your hands.

“im gonna call it a night, patrick.”

you gather yourself from the floor and attempt to leave the room, but a wrist grabs your hand with a tight grip, stopping you from going any further. you turn you gaze to patrick, who suddenly stands, bringing himself closer to you, his breath hot on your neck.

“dont you want to let off some steam, y/n?” his smile is wolfish and predatory, eyes locked in on his prey held firmly in his grasp. his free hand grazes the skin of your shoulder, his deviant intentions clear even through something as innocent as a slight touch. “you know i can make you feel better.”

his advances are appealing, but any activity with patrick is rather risky, and youd rather not wake up with the task of covering hickey after countless hickey, wrapping bite after bite, cleaning scratch after scratch. still, he is right in one aspect: you really do need to release some of the tension inside. his smooth, strong hand reaches your throat, gently caressing the skin before abruptly tightening his grasp, essentially choking you. you let out a startled gasp, and patrick only presses a rough kiss to your lips to silence you, teeth biting your lower lip. you begin to melt into his touch, knowing that youll be tired in the morning, knowing that it will be a rough night, knowing that god, you really do need this right now.

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when you woke, it was still dark, your room illuminated only by the glow of the city outside the window. the sheets were tangled around your bare body, and, when you attempted to move, you felt the pangs of pain from the wounds given to you by patrick. eyes still heavy with sleep, you looked to your side to see him, still submerged in the bliss of sleep. when you looked closer, however, you noticed something odd covering his body. upon further inspection, you saw that your lover was painted with splatters of blood. panic rushing through your veins, you were about to wake him when you spotted something in your peripheral vision. laying before your bed was a body, surrounded by a pool of blood. slowly crawling over the bed to get a better view, you realized that the body was that of your boss. stab wounds littered his body, his striped suit tainted with a deep red pigment, eyes closed and blood trickling down his lips, his face pale as the moon in the midnight sky. you looked back to patrick, lying so peacefully in bed, covered in the blood of your (now former) boss. the man you had come to recognize as your partner seemed to have displayed the body before you as a gift, a sign of love, perhaps. his rather gruesome way of showing his devotion. you extended your hand to him, stroking his dark hair. you would deal with the consequences in the morning. the light would make everything clearer.

harry warden x stressed s/o

it was cold in valentine bluffs. winter was beginning to settle into the small town, extending its icy fingers through every corner and into every home. snow had begun to fall and formed a thin sheet over every surface, carrying with it a bitter wind that left most of the people within the town closing their doors and favoring a warm day inside, with heat flooding from their furnaces and hearty food cooking on the stove. you were among those who sheltered themselves from the cold weather, though your home was less comforting as opposed to the latter population. you sat at your desk, filling out paperwork that was meaningless to you, wishing for nothing more than to be done with such a tedious task. while you had accomplished quite a bit, there was still so much more to be done. a stack of papers as thick as a textbook sat adjacent to you, a constant reminder of how you would most likely be seated there for the rest of the day. not to mention the fact that you still had to fix that creaky hinge on the door that had been pestering you all week, along with the knowledge that tomorrow was monday, which meant that you would have to face the frigid outdoors to reach your workplace. a large sigh escaped your fatigued body, and you slumped down onto your desk, resting your head on the hard wood. it was hard to say how long you had been lying there before you heard the floor creak behind you. you raised your head lazily, turning around in your chair to see a man clad in a dark miner’s outfit and mask observing you from the doorway. you huffed with amusement, a small smile forming on your lips.

“harry, i dont think you need to wear that suit in here.”

still, he stood, his only movement the rise and fall of his shoulders with each heavy breath. since you two had begun your rather…odd relationship, and harry had moved in with you, he rarely took his uniform off, though you were sure it was quite uncomfortable. you knew that the man you loved was very troubled, and would need time to heal his wounds, you wished that he could at least feel comfortable in your own home someday. you rose from your chair and walked over to him, stopping right before your face was inches from his. the man never moved, or even flinched, simply stared down at you, his powerful form towering over yours. you raised your hands to cup his mask, and his hands instinctively grabbed yours, ready to push them away.

“wait,” you relented, keeping your grasp on the dark fabric. “what if i give you something in return?” harry didnt give in, and pried your hands off of him.

“okay,” you said softly in response to his movements. “i have to finish up some work, we can do whatever you want when im done, yeah?” you smiled at his expressionless mask, turning to return to that awful desk, that endless pile of paperwork. suddenly, a gloved hand seized your wrist, and you looked behind you to see harry, who had moved forward and grabbed you to stop you from leaving.

“come on, harry, i have to do this,” you told the masked man, a yawn nearly interrupting your speech. still, harry didnt move at your request, still keeping his grip on your arm tight.

you raised an eyebrow at him, turning around to make it easier to face him.

“itll only take a little while,” you lied. harry tugged on your arm this time, pulling you back towards him.

“harry-“

he shook his head, gazing down at your tired eyes. your hand in his, harry led you away from your desk, away from the incomplete stack of work that nagged at the back of your mind. harry brought you to the living room, simply bringing you to the couch in front of the radiating fireplace. you sat down next to him, the warmth from the hearth soothing your aching muscles. harry settled beside you, his eyes transfixed on the flames that blazed before the two of you. the image of the fire reflected in the eyes of his mask, and you stared, watching them flicker. harry turned his head as he felt your eyes on him, and a moment passed before harry took your hand again. this time, he brought it to his mask, and you suddenly realized that he was giving you permission to remove it. with anxious hands, you pulled off the mask, revealing harrys face, the fire giving his skin a warm red tint. you smiled at the image of your lover, and held his face in your hands, pressing a kiss to his lips. you thought you had felt the hint of a smile form on his lips. pulling away, you rested your head on the mans shoulder, the heat from the fireplace, the sound of harrys steady breaths, the warmth of the entire setting providing a calming lullaby that relieved all of the growing stress in your body and mind, until nothing remained but pure, simple peace.

#slasher x reader #harry warden #patrick bateman #i literally hate how these turned out im sorry anon #i didnt do these guys justice

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It's cold weather time, you know what that means. Yes, that's right. Stupid cliche fanfiction tropes. Oh no, there is only one bed and it's cold so we have to share it!!! What a situation!!! Hiruma from Eyeshield 21. Headcanons or scenario ok, female pronouns ok. Thank you, ily. 💘

OH NOES WHAT WILL THEY DO?!

Just gonna say, that I loved this and you can tell, from the length alone since it clocks in at just over 1800 words lmao Cut for length!

PS. Cliche tropes are my jam lol

Hiruma Youichi

“You~ichi,” you complain, shivering like hell. Youwere seriously underdressed for the current situation, mostly because you’dbeen lied to and manipulated into said situation. You glared at yourboyfriend, trying to light him on fire with your eyes alone.

Unfortunately, he remained very much unburned.

He also ignored you. He was dressed properly ina fluffy bomber jacket. Of course, he’d known you were headed toHokkaido to scout the team you had to play in a few weeks. Hokkaido inlate October. He’d told you it was somewhere, maybe in the south,probably as some kind of twisted joke. He probably wanted to watch yousuffer, because you’d pissed him off last week by choosing not to waitfor him every day after practice in the blistering cold. Yes, this wasmost definitely punishment.

Thus, all you had was a sweatshirt – a thick one, but still– and he’d forced you to watch the very long, very boring practice ofhis target. By the end of it, you were pretty sure you couldn’t feel yourface, or your fingers, or anything else for that matter.

“I really, really bloody hate you,” you growled underyour breathe as you followed him, still shivering, into the lobby of the hotelyou were apparently going to stay at.

That too was a surprise, because you were pretty sure hetold you it was just a day trip.

You expected to be met with blissful heat, but it was nearlyas cold in the lobby as it was outside. This day just keeps gettingbetter and better, you thought sourly.

The person behind the desk smiled apologetically. “Welcome. Do you have a reservation?”

Hiruma handed over his id and credit card without aword. You were left huddling in your sweatshirt while he checked in, atleast until you couldn’t take it any longer. “Why is it so cold in here?”

The person behind the counter only smiled some more, theirexpression even more apologetic. “Unfortunately, our heat isbroken. We are trying to fix it, however, we’re told it could be as lateas tomorrow.

Oh lovely. You knew better than to complainright here, however. Hiruma didn’t seem bothered by the revelation, in fact,it looked to you like his teeth flashed in best predatory smile for a splitsecond. This probably meant he had no intention of even bothering to lookfor another hotel. Was this another part of his nefarious plot?

He was so infuriating sometimes. You had a pretty goodhandle on him all considering, but then sometimes he did things like this andyou completely floundered. It was pretty awful.

Ugh, if he wasn’t… well, Hiruma.

At this point, you didn’t even know what you shouldexpect. He’d thrown all your expectations out the window anyway, so thereprobably wasn’t much point in having them. Despite this, however, whenyou followed him into the room and found only a single double bed you just kindof stared.

Now you were starting to think if this wasn’t all someelaborate trap to get you alone together and force you to sleep in onebed. You never had before. Whenever it had gotten too late to goback to your home after spending time with him, you usually just slept on thecouch. He was so touchy about things like personal space and haddrawn very clear boundaries around that part of his life. You weren’tconcerned, it wasn’t like he left you particularly wanting physically. You just figured it was another one of this trust things.

But now, here you were, in a hotel with no heat and only onebed and you just knew it was a set up.

“Youichi, there’s only one bed,” you state, not because youdon’t know that’s obvious, but because you want to see his reaction.

“Do you think so?” He returned moving into the room to placehis laptop bag on the small table beside the tv stand. His tone wassnide, but you thought you saw a brief flash of that grin again, anddamn it, if it wasn’t the most attractive thing you’d ever seen.

Nevertheless, you rolled your eyes and pulled your purse offto place it on the bed. “Whatever, I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

He didn’t bother to answer you, which was notsurprising. He had his laptop out and was already working away, whichmeant he didn’t plan to go anywhere that night. This in turn made youwonder if he even planned to feed you, and he bloody better, because you’d putup with enough of his shit for the day.

You were still cold, and since he didn’t seem to care atall, you dismissed him. “I’m going to have a bath, I literally can’tfeel my fingers.”

You were tempted to throw something at his head just to makea point when all he did was hum, but you decided it wasn’t worth it. Howhe could type so quickly when it was so cold you didn’t know. You did,however, throw over your shoulder, “There better be food when I’m doneYouichi,” you said in a voice that told him exactly what you were feeling atthat moment.

Not that he needed told. Despite being weird,half-psychotic, and entirely too selfish, he could read you better than anyoneelse and was pretty in tune with you. Not that he used the knowledgeoften outside of screwing with you, but still. You knew very well that heloved you. The very fact that you were there right now was a testament tothis fact.

And as much as you were kind of annoyed at him right at thatmoment, you did adore his manic face to bits.

You lingered in the bath, because it was warm and the hotwater went a long way to warming up the small room. Thus, you were prunyby the time you forced yourself out, after several hot water refreshes. And even then, you really only got out because Hiruma complained through thedoor. “Fucking food’s here.”

You dressed as fast as you could, hoping to get beneath theblankets on the bed before the cold seeped into your bones once more.

You didn’t even pause to see what he’d gotten you, yousimply scampered across the thin, garish hotel carpet and dove into the narrowbed. Hiruma snorted – you couldn’t see him, but you could hear him, andit was enough to have you glaring when you popped back up. You might haveeven given him a scathing retort, except he was suddenly beside the bed,holding a bowl of what looked and smelled like udon.

Others might have admonished you to be careful, but hewasn’t one to waste words on such things when he knew you to be perfectlycapable of taking care of yourself. Instead, he waited until you gotyourself sitting up, the blankets creating a nest in your lap, before settingthe bowl of soup there and handing you a pair of chopsticks and a spoon.

You beamed at him, which earned you, at least you thought, aslightly softened look, before he disappeared off back to the table and his ownbowl of noodles. Luckily, the remote for the tv was in reach so yougrabbed it and turned on the tv.

The room was silent save for the tv as you ate yournoodles. They warmed you up a bit, but you couldn’t help but feel thecold encroach once more. Hokkaido in the winter, it wasenough to make you furious all over again. Fortunately for your boyfriend,you didn’t really have enough energy for fury.

And you were too cold.

When the soup was gone, you pulled the blankets up to yourchin, but that didn’t really help your back and it seemed to you like theblankets were doing very little. In short, you were miserable.

You did your best to bear with it and seethe in silence, buteventually it got too much for you. “Youichi.” You stated, loud.

His head rolled towards you, black eyebrow rising. “What.”

“I’m cold, so if you could enact your endgame, I’d reallyappreciate it.” Your voice was dry and you blinked at him slowly becauseif you moved even a bit, you would start shivering.

The fact that you knew something was up seemed to get tohim. He stared at you for a moment before clicking his tongue and closinghis laptop. Your eyes god really wide a second later when he proceeded tostrip himself of most of his clothing. He’d never been so bare beforeyou, and you were suddenly your thoughts about him being a little shy, werecompletely wrong. There was nothing shy in him now, nor was there shame,and there was definitely something predatory in his eyes.

You expected him to be cold when he invaded your space, buthe was the exact opposite somehow. He was like a furnace and it had yougrumbling incredulously. “How are you warm?” There was apart of you that didn’t care that you should be a little more freaked out thanyou were, or that you probably should have made it at least a littledifficult. You cared about him being a source of warmth and youimmediately searched out that warmth.

Hiruma hissed, but his arms came around you, handsautomatically diving beneath your layers to flatten his palms to yourtorso. “Your feet are cold,” he sniped, though you were pretty sure youcould feel a grin being pressed against your neck.

“Fuck you,” you replied, hands stuck to his back. Youalmost wished you weren’t wearing so many layers, but the idea of losing somemade you shiver anew.

He cackled, something wet and hot touching the side of yourneck. “Kekeke, where did you think this was fucking headed?”

You knew it! “You had to torture me just to getme into bed?” You cried, tempted to shove him clean off the bed, except he wasdeliciously hot and you weren’t risking the loss. “I fucking hate you.”

He kept cackling, even as his hands traveled further andfurther up your torso to settle over your bra-clad breasts. “There’s away you can get really warm, yahahaha.”

“Ugh, so terrible.” But you were too busy laughing toeven be upset by that point and his long, lithe fingers were already beneathyour bra plucking at your nipples and making you moan. “Mmn, if you’regoing to keep me warm, just take it off.”

Sharp teeth nipped at your neck. “Don’t complain.”

You reached up and took his head in your hands and draggedhim up to your mouth. “I’m going to kill you later,” you mumbled againsthis lips.

“We’ll see~”

#eyeshield 21 #Hiruma Yoichi #scenarios #sassy!reader strikes again

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