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clairdelunelove · 4 months

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ghost who is a firm devotee of giving his pretty girl the "princess treatment" that she deserves

ghost who drops to his knees in order to tie your shoes. before the two of you leave the house he’s triple checking to see if your shoelaces are tied because of an incident that happened once. emphasis on once. the occurrence took place when you were running extremely late and couldn’t bother lacing up your laces before jogging out the door. thus causing you to trip (in the comedic slow motion fashion) while ghost scrambled to catch you before you keeled over. you didn’t think much of it since these things happen; you’re clumsy! and sometimes get your steps muddled together. so you shrugged it off. happily patted him on the back for steadying you and chirped, “thanks, si!” then breezed by him like nothing major happened. not ghost, though. this man was stressed. and if you have the habit of just slipping on your shoes without bothering to retie the laces– then please think again. will actively sit you down so he can personally tie your laces. “you’re driving me crazy here,” he’ll grunt out as his fingers expertly work to knot the shoe’s strings. places a big hand over your thigh and firmly squeezes it if you dangle your legs away from him since it makes the task more difficult. even if you’re both wandering the streets he’ll drop to his knees if you just so happen to mumble that your laces are beginning to become untied. “‘knew it was getting loose,” you mumble disappointingly as your lower lip juts out, “could feel it when we left the car.” he stops the flow of pedestrian traffic for you. pays no attention to the arrogant businessmen who curse him or the flock of students that rush past him. ghost could be wearing his last pair of clean trousers and he’d still scuff his knees to tend to you. it’s quite a sight, in actuality. such a large man like him hunching over just to tie your shoes. a genuine act of service that he’s adamant about. you can’t help but hungrily stare when you peer down at him because he’s dressed in a dark hoodie that emphasizes the breadth of his shoulders. how a man as mighty and tremendous as he is succumbs to softness when he’s with you. “let me tie it,” he beckons for you to step towards him with a quick wave of his hand, “stay still f’me, will ya?”

ghost who, without fail, kisses your hand before he leaves. doesn’t matter if it’s for a minimal task. you ask him to run and get some groceries for tomorrow’s dinner: he’s brushing his lips against your hand. or if he’s called into deployment: he’s taking an extra second to carry out his routine as a way of promising you that he’ll be careful. now, ghost isn’t an exceptionally verbal person. picking and finding the right words never worked in his favor. he stumbles, quite a bit, over verbally expressing his appreciation for you so he does this instead. can’t fathom excusing his downfall if it might hurt your feelings. if he walks out the door, you should 100% anticipate that he’ll press a kiss to the back of your hand and even if he is a punctual man, he can’t be bothered to rush if he hasn’t. will search the house for you (if you’re not seeing him out). and if he finds you, more often than not you’re experimenting with a recipe in the kitchen, he’ll voice, “c’mere, pup.” he melts inside when you instinctively turn to him. subconsciously invite him into your space. he’s reduced to putty when he gets a glimpse of you like this and it consumes all his willpower to push aside the urge to stay. you’re all wide-eyed and pretty just as he’s about to leave. a captivating glow surrounding you under the kitchen’s fluorescent light. “going out with the boys now, si?” you question while swiping a hand across your forehead, “tell them I said hello. I'll have to drop by to drop some desserts off to them–” your merry smile is interrupted by ghost edging towards you. he pinches his mask between his fingers to pull the fabric up, leisurely brings your hand closer to his face, and brushes his lips on your knuckles. he’s extraordinarily tender. unbeknownst to him your heart flips in your chest at his measured movements. “didn’t wanna go,” he grumbles while taking ahold of your hand in both of his, “fancied stayin’ with you f’tonight.”

ghost who doesn’t let you open car doors– or any doors in general– when he’s with you. it could be when you’re running errands and he self-invites decides to accompany you on your little shopping spree. at first you’re a tad bit confused, not entirely anticipating that he’d wish to join since browsing at the local stores wasn’t an idea he was rather fond of. he preferred to stay inside, catch up on some rest, or busy himself with household chores so you were puzzled by his change of heart. “you sure you wanna go, si? I’m just gonna see if they have anything new,” you sling your purse over your shoulder while throwing a glance in his direction, “it’s alright if you don’t want to.” it was a quiet day too. a time where ghost could escape the responsibilities of being a lieutenant and unwind. quite frankly, his comfort was yours and you made sure to soften your voice to convey that notion. ghost, who was seated and thumbing through a small novel, simply shrugs, “‘m not doin’ anything else important, sweetheart.” and the finality in his words causes you to agreeably hum. before you can open the front door, however, ghost hastens to grab the handle. his swiftness catches you off-guard but he only raises a brow if you question him about it. won’t be the last time either because his cool, calculated movements speed up when you try opening the car door for yourself too. “si,” you can’t help but giggle a bit at his briskness, “this is getting ridiculous.” simon patiently waits until you’re fully settled in the passenger seat before grunting, “how? barmy idea you’d think I’d let you touch a door.” thoughtfully adjusts your seatbelt too. then when the two of you arrive at a store he’s hustling to grab the front entrance’s handle. will always beat you to it; regardless of the circumstances. makes you feel all warm inside even if it’s such a simple gesture. and when he speaks his tone is frank, “won’t let my girl get her pretty hands dirty.” it’s common sense, in fact. your hands are too delicate, according to ghost’s reasoning, to hold such a grimy surface. you pass by him with a sweet smile on your face, voicing your appreciation while he just opens it wider for you– falling under your spell once more.

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xdaddysprincessxx · 8 months

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Scarecrow

Serial killer Farmer Joel x f!reader

(Part of the In every lifetime universe, takes place before so like 1965 making Joel early 40s in this)

Warnings: Dead Dove : Gore/horror, Joel is a serial killer = he kills ppl, smut, noncon, virginity loss, inappropriate use of farm equipment, death/no survivors, oral (f receiving), dead bodies, dismemberment, slapping(face & pussy), 1 head flying, i believe that’s it, again Joel is a very bad man in this.

Summary: It’s almost Halloween! You and your friends decide to go to Farmer Joel’s corn maze for some spooky fun! Except your boyfriend is being a dick and starts to poke fun at Joel, ruining the fun. For you and your friends at least.

A/n: @multiversed-daydreamer this one’s for you babe! I took heavy inspo from Texas Chainsaw Massacre and elements from various slasher movies. This is very much a horror movie in words. This is dark and fucked up. ⚠️ Proceed with caution ⚠️

‘Two more bodies found’ ‘The fifth victim found in connection to string of disappearances’

The headlines of every newspaper and the topic of every whispered conversation around town has you on high alert. There’s been a total of what? Seven victims now? You think. No one’s sure who’s doing it but every other day it’s the same story. Someone goes missing, a few days later their body pops up, tied to a post in a field, dressed up as a scarecrow. Only except these “scarecrows” have their throats slit, multiple stab wounds and more times than not, missing limbs. To say you are terrified is an understatement. These murders have been happening for the past three years, always during the fall too.

As you sit at your kitchen table, sipping your morning coffee, your phone starts to ring. Getting up to go pick the phone up off the receiver, phone still attached by a curly cord, you answer.

“Heyyyy girly!! You already know who it is!! So guess where we are going tonight!” You hear your best friend Lucy shout into the other end of the phone.

“Lucy what are you talking about? Going where? Do you not see the news? I’m not about to go anywhere and risk dying.” You reply with a giggle, knowing damn well these murders aren’t going to stop you or her from going out and having fun.

Laughing out loud, “Well we’re going to drum roll please!” Clap,clap,clap sounds through the phone, “We’re going to Farmer Joel’s corn maze!!” Lucy all but shouts. “Annnddd you should totally invite your little boy toy Brad!” She adds with mischievousness in her voice.

“Lucy! Oh my god stop!” You giggle, “Brad and I aren’t even official yet! We’ve only gone on one date.” You say as blush begins to cover your cheeks. You all used to go to high school together. Brad was the star quarterback on the football team. You and your group of friends kept to yourselves. So when you moved back after college, you were surprised when you ran into Brad at the grocery store and started talking. That’s when he asked you out on a date. Nothing crazy special just dinner and the two of you catching up. Afterwards he awkwardly kissed you goodnight as he dropped you off at your house.

“Ooh and I think Frank and Janet are also coming too! It’s gonna be so much fun! Okay be ready by 7!” Lucy exclaims.

“Okay ill see you then!!” You say before hanging the phone back on the receiver that’s hanging on the wall.

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By the time 6 o’clock came around, you’d already been ready to go. Your anxiety never allowing you to just chill. Dressed in your favorite knee length blue floral dress and white cardigan paired with your favorite pair of Mary Jane shoes. You were ready for a fun night with your friends and potential new boyfriend.

Before you knew it, you heard knocking on your door. Standing up from the couch, you smooth out your dress and grab your purse that you place across your body as you go to answer the door.

Opening the door, you reveal Brad standing there wearing his high school lettermen’s jacket, looking quite handsome. “Hey Brad!” You say as you walk out the door, shutting it closed behind you.

��Well hey there cutie pie. You ready to go out to Farmer Joel’s corn maze? Maybe we’ll get lost in there.” He says, winking suggestively at you.

You slap him on the shoulder playfully, “Oh my god Brad you are so silly. Even if we do, we won’t be alone!” You say as you try to let him down easily. As much as you do like him, you aren’t ready to do anything sexual with him. After all you’re still a virgin. The two of you walk hand in hand to his car where your other friends Lucy, Frank and Janet are waiting.

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The sun is starting to set as you pull up to Farmer Joel’s place. He lives out in the middle of nowhere with tons of acres. He moved to Chesterfield about 5 or so years ago and ever since, every fall he always does a corn maze and hay rides for everybody. The hayrides ended about an hour ago and soon the corn maze will be closed for the night as well. You and your friends have about an hour to enjoy the maze and make it out before closing. Most of the families that came out tonight are leaving already probably due to the chill in the air. Still you can’t help but notice how sparse the crowd is as you and your friends walk up to the corn maze.

Joel’s standing off to the side of the maze entrance, looking rather intimidating in his overalls and steal toed boots. He’s chatting with a couple who just came out of the maze when he looks in your direction. For a split second you swear he was looking into your soul. You couldn’t help but feel a chill creep up your spine.

“Hey buddy! How are you doing old farmer Joel? Looking good for your age. How old are you? 65?” Brad says as he starts laughing expecting everyone to join in. Your friends give a tiny giggle, not really sure why Brads picking on Joel for his age.

The couple Joel was talking too just rolled their eyes at Brad and said their goodbyes to Joel before walking away.

“Very funny kid. I see you’ve got jokes. Tell me, how’s life post high school? Do anything worth mentioning or are you still stuck reliving your wonder years?” Joel bites back, not taking this stupid punks shit.

“Hey man fuck you. I was the best damn quarterback Chesterfield High has ever seen! What the fuck have you ever done? Huh?” Brad retorts back.

“Brad stop it. You’re being an ass. Come on let’s go through the maze before it closes. I’m so sorry Mister Joel don’t pay him any mind.” You chastised Brad while also apologizing to Joel for brad for being such a child.

Joel just stares at you again, seemingly penetrating your very soul. You swear he can see inside your mind. He just grunts and lifts his chin towards you as you grab Brad by the hand and drag him into the maze.

The maze itself isn’t terribly long but the aisle you have to walk through is rather small. You and Brad lead the group while Lucy is to your left just slightly behind you and Frank and Janet side by side in the back. After a few minutes you come to a fork.

“Let’s go right guys. This way we can get out sooner.” Janet suggests, having the hebbie jebbies ever since Brad and Joel had their little showdown.

“No no let’s go left, come on guys let’s take our time and have fun. Old man Joel can wait on us.” Brad tells the group, trying his best to take charge.

“No Brad I don’t feel comfortable doing that. Come on let’s just go right and get this over with and we can go to IHOP and hang after.” Janet begs Brad and the rest of the group.

“How about this? Me and Janet will go right. You guys go left. Lucy pick who you wanna go with.” Frank says coming up with a neutral solution.

“I’ll go with these guys. We’ll meet y’all at the end!” Lucy says to Frank and Janet.

The group splits off, Frank and Janet going right and you,Brad and Lucy going left. The three of you walk in silence for a few minutes before you hear what sounds like a scream. All three of you jump. You quickly grab onto Brads arm as Lucy grabs onto your arm.

“What was that?” Lucy whispers. Scared to be louder than a whisper so she’s not heard by whatever that was.

“I dunno girl. That’s super creepy. Do you think it was Janet? I hope they’re okay. M-maybe it’s just Frank scaring her.” You whisper back, trying to remain logic even though your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

“Girls. You guys are so easily scared.” Brad says, rolling his eyes. “You can’t scare me bro!” He shouts to the void.

By now the sun has set, leaving you, Brad and Lucy shrouded in darkness. There’s a couple of lights behind you at the entrance and you can see a couple more closer to the exit but that’s it. Complete darkness. And now that you notice, complete silence too. All of the other guests must have left by now leaving you and your friends here by yourselves. The three of you keep on walking when you hear snapping of a corn stalk before you feel Lucy’s grip on your arm leave. Looking back to see what she’s doing, you see that Lucy is gone. Literally vanished into thin air.

“Lucy? Lucy? Where are you?” You say in the loudest whisper you can manage. Frightened you grip onto Brad even harder, “ Brad let’s get out of here. I’m scared.” You tell him.

“Babe come on there’s nothing to be scared of. They’re playing a stupid little prank on you I’m sure of it.” He says with an air of confidence.

Terrified, you just nod your head holding onto him for dear life as the two of you continue walking through the maze. Soon enough you two are walking out of the maze.

“See babe I told you everything is fine.” Brad says.

Letting go of his arm, you shake out your arms, stiff from the tight grip you had. “Whatever Brad let’s find the others and go.” You say as you look at him.

Before he can answer you, a pitchfork shoots out his chest causing him to gurgle on the blood now flooding his mouth. The pitchfork slides back through his body as you let out a blood curling scream. Brads body slumping over and falling to the ground revealing Farmer Joel standing behind him, pitchfork in hand.

Paralyzed with fear, all you seem to be able to do is stand there with eyes wide and your mouth still open. Joel throws the pitchfork down, practically gliding over to you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder in one smooth motion. Immediately you start banging your fists on his impenetrable back, flailing your legs.

“Let me go!! Please! I- I won’t go to the cops or anything! Just please let me go!! I don’t wanna die!!” You scream at Joel, begging for your life.

Joel just grunts at your begging,swatting you on your ass as he takes you into his barn in the back, a good ways away from the maze. And for some reason your body absolutely betrays you because why on gods green earth should that give you such a good feeling in your lower stomach. A tiny part of you hoping he does it again. Once inside, Joel drops you like a sack of potatoes onto a hay bale that’s been placed against a wooden post. Before you can even make a move he grabs your arms twisting them behind you and tying you to the post.

“No use in screaming honey. Nobody can hear you out here so it’d be in your best interest to keep quiet.” Joel finally says as he finishes tying you and walks around to face you.

“Please mister Joel please I promise I’ll do whatever you want just let me go! I don’t wanna die! Please . .” You sob, hoping this man has a sliver of mercy inside his body for you.

Joel just stands there, staring at you for a quick second before walking back out of the barn. As you sit there you notice your body betraying you further as you feel yourself start to get wet. Between him spanking you and now being tied up, a part of you is excited from the treatment. You’ve always found Joel to be handsome. Big, broad shoulders, rough hands from working on the farm, those gorgeous brown eyes. But you saw him kill Brad! He probably killed the others too you just didn’t have any proof. It must be the adrenaline rushing through you, that’s it. That’s why you’re feeling like this.

After what felt like hours being stuck inside the barn, you hear Joel’s boots thudding on the cold, hard ground followed by what sounded like wheels? That’s when you see Joel pushing a wheelbarrow piled high with your friends. On the other side of the barn, directly across from you, Joel dumps all the bodies of your friends into a pile. The bodies make a sickening thud when you notice their arms and legs have been severed from their bodies, Brads head rolls away from the pile and lands up right, staring at you.

Terrified, you let out a bloodcurdling scream. He cut brads head off!!! All of your friends have been dismembered!! You were already scared for your life, if that’s what he does to them, what’s Joel gonna do to you?!

Your scream hurts Joel’s ears, the high pitched sound causing him to flinch. After dumping the bodies he drops the wheel barrow and stomps over to you. Picking up that punks head by the hair, he throws it back to the pile. Once he reaches you, he can’t help but to slap you across the face before covering your mouth with his hand. His other hand going to the back of your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair, yanking to make you look at him.

“Be quiet girl! I already told you ain’t nobody can hear you! I don’t wanna hear that shit!” He growls in your face. You shut up immediately. He continues to cover your mouth and keep his fist in your hair as the two of have this stare down. After a few seconds, Joel breaks first and drops his hands as he looks away. Grunting he starts to untie you from the post. Once untied he unceremoniously throws you back over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, knocking the wind out of you. He leaves the barn and starts towards his house. As scared as you are, you decide your gonna do what he says and stay quiet, hoping he’ll take mercy on you if you behave.

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Slamming the door closed behind him, Joel makes sure to lock all three locks and the chain to ensure you can’t get out. Still carrying you, he can’t help but notice how your ass sticks out from your dress being pushed up from being thrown over his shoulder. It’s been so long since he’s last had a woman. And a man has urges you know. Deciding in a split second to change his plan, he instead takes you up upstairs to his bedroom.

Soon enough Joel is flinging you onto his king sized bed. Sitting up you can’t help but stare up, wide eyed at Joel as he towers over you. You’ve never really noticed how tall he is. It’s almost intimidating how he looms over you. The way he’s manhandled you has caused your slick to pool in your panties. All of these emotions have left you so puzzled; he’s a murderer. You saw your friends dead. But yet you find yourself wanting to look deep in his eyes before he bends you over his knee to spank you as punishment before making you take every inch of his cock in your tight virgin pussy. Joel begins to bend down and take his boots off, throwing them one by one to the side. Nervous, you slowly scooted back towards the head board.

“You a virgin girl?” Joel asks in a gruff voice as he places a bended knee on the bed. You shake your head yes nervous as to what he’s gonna do with that information. He slowly makes his way onto the bed, now on both of his knees, crawling toward you with a hungry look in his eyes and a creepy smirk on his face making you scooch back even more. Feeling like an animal about to be attached by it’s predator.

“Good. Just how I like my women. Pure. And all mine.” Joel says in a low baritone voice, “Don’t worry darlin’ you’ll like what I do to you. I’ll make sure your untouched pussy can take my cock before I fuck you.” As much as you try to feel reassured that he’s not gonna make it hurt, you’re still scared. You’ve never been touched. The most you’ve done is some light kissing and hand holding. And now this scary man who turns you on and frightens you is going to take your virginity. Your back hits the headboard forcing you to acknowledge you have no where to go. Joel reach’s his hand out and grabs your calf, pulling your leg causing you to slide down leaving you on your back and his face directly in front of your cunt. He bends down, his nose going up and down your covered slit as he breathes in your soaking wet pussy. The feeling of his nose on your most private part sends tingles throughout your vagina and up your whole body. You can’t help by shiver from the feeling.

“Mm you smell so good baby” Joel says, breathing in deep before laying a chaise kiss on top of your mound. Joel looks up at you, You are frozen, unable to move or say anything but lay there and watch this man. The two of you hold eye contact for a few heartbeats before you feel Joel’s rough hands grab your hips and begin to peel your panties off of your body. You lift your hips to help him reveal yourself to him, wanting to feel his touch down there again.

Once your panties were off and flung to the side, Joel looks back down and let’s out a low whistle, “Damn baby looks like you want this. You want my cock pretty girl? Need a man to show you how to fuck? How to suck cock? Need me to make this cunt feel good?” He says as he takes his thumb up your slit, putting a little pressure on your clit and holding it there.

You sigh at how good that felt. Starting to feel all your thoughts melt away when you felt a slap on your cunt, making it sting, “Ouch!” You exclaim

“Answer me when I’m talking to you girl!” Joel barks at you as he slaps your pussy again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll answer, I-I’ll be good, I’m sorry!” You sob after a third slap. Joel reached up with his other hand and grabs your cheeks causing your face to be smushed as he pulls you towards his face, “Tell me you want this. Tell me you need my hands, my fucking cock or I swear to god I’ll take you back to the barn and leave you to rot with your friends.” Joel demands, you nod your head yes, “Yes. Yes I- I need you Joel . I-Joel please, please I need you, I-I I need your cock.”

Joel leans forward, meeting your face, causing his nose to press into your nose, “Good baby. That’s what I wanna hear. I don’t wanna hurt you darlin’ but I will. I need you to be good okay? Be my good girl.” He says, shaking his head yes as he said those last words, closing his eyes. Inhaling deep, as if he can’t get enough of your scent. You shake your head yes with him, “I’ll be good Joel.” You whisper, causing Joel to open his eyes and look deep into yours. His lips part in awe as he glances down at your lips. Even though your mouth is squished, he still looks at you like your the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. That’s when he presses his lips on yours. Kissing you deeply, taking your breath away. It’s not a soft kiss by any means. He is putting a good amount of force into the kiss while also keeping your head still so you have no type of give in your neck. Soon you feel his tongue lick your lips, unable to keep his tongue out of your mouth, you have no choice but to open your lips a little wider than they already are and accept his tongue on your mouth. Joel roughly sticks his tongue in, licking all around the inside as though he’s trying to eat your face.

After a few minutes of a sloppy makeout session, Joel pulls away, letting go of your face. Moving down your neck, leaving a trail of wet open mouthed kisses. His large hands roaming all over your body, caressing up and down your sides before he raises one hand and grabs your tit giving it a squeeze. You let out a moan at that, having never been felt up before, it feels so good. Your moan spurs Joel on and pulls your dress down, revealing your breasts to him. Looking down at your boobs, Joel smiles, looking quite pleased with himself before darting his head down and capturing a nipple in his mouth.

“Ooh o-oh. Joel t-that feels so good.” You say breathlessly, looking down at the man suckling your breast. He twirls his tongue around, flicking your nipple with his tongue causing them to harden before he lightly bites down. Letting go of your tit, Joel gives you a smirk before he makes his way back down your body. His face back in between your thighs. Poking out his tongue, he gives your slit a light lick as if he was testing out to see your reaction. You couldn’t help but suck in air, completely entranced to see what he does next. That’s when Joel dives right in, holding your lips open with his thumbs as he licks a wide stripe from the bottom of your pussy up to your clit. The wet muscle then begins to flick and twirl all around your clit but never on it. He’s so close to where you want him. But the feeling of his tongue all over your pussy is the most exquisite feeling you’ve ever had. You can’t help but roll your eyes back as you reach down and card your fingers through his hair, intertwining your fingers in his brown curls. The slight tug of his hair has Joel whimpering into your pussy. Joel lives for praise, he needs to be told how good he is so feeling you let go and hold onto him has him even harder.

You’ve never felt like this before. It’s almost as if your on a roller coaster about to go over the drop. That’s when you feel a thick finger probe your opening. Joel tests your cunt to see just how tight you are, barely able to get his finger inside of you, “Relax baby ‘sokay it’s supposed to feel good.” He says as he works his finger into you more. Once he’s able to insert his finger, he lets it sit there for a beat before he starts pumping his finger in and out. The feeling causing your whole body to heat up, at first it hurt but now. Oh fuck now, it feels so incredibly good. You start breathing harder, moaning more, legs start to shake as Joel begins to finger you even harder. You feel your wetness gush out of you and soon you feel yourself go over the drop of a roller coaster you’ve found yourself on.

“Fuck that’s it baby fuck yea you’re ready for me now” Joel says breathlessly, excited to pop your pretty little cherry. Taking his finger out, he quickly gets off the bed and takes his overalls off revealing his thick, hard cock that’s already weeping with precum.

Joel takes himself in hand, giving his dick a few pumps, “This is all for you angel. Gonna make that cunt mine.” He says as he gets back on the bed, pulling you down so your on your back, underneath him. Still high off of your orgasm, all you can do is lay there. Your whole body feels like jelly. You feel Joel swipe his cock through your folds a few times before you feel him start to push the tip in. That’s when your whole body seizes up from the sharp pain.

“Ouch! Wait! Please, it hurts!” You try to plead with him, your words cause him to stop for a second as he looks down where your bodies are connected.

“Shh baby it’ll be over soon. The pain doesn’t last long. Just take it like a big girl.” He says, “just relax f’ me”

Joel watches you take a deep breath and he plunges his cock all the way in your freshly popped pussy. The shock of it all, the pain is almost unbearable. After a few seconds of his cock being inside of you, Joel being nice enough to give you some time to adjust to him, it begins to feel . . good? You can feel his cock throb inside of you, making your pussy get wetter.

“M-move. Please” you stutter. Joel grunts at that, pleased you relaxed enough he was able to fully get inside of you in one swift thrust. He starts to thrust, going hard with no real build up to the pounding he is now unleashing on your cunt. After a few minutes of Joel thrusting on top of you, grunting and sweating in your face, his movements start to stutter.

“Oh fuck oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum I’m gonna c- uuuhhng!” He grunts as he fills your pussy with his huge load. Ropes and ropes of cum shooting deep into your womb, so much so that it starts to leak out of you.

Joel pulls himself out of you and sees his cum leaking, tsking “Now we can’t have that. Nah that needs to stay right in there.” He says as he gathers his cum on his fingers and pushes it back in your sore pussy. Once satisfied with his work, Joel sits back on his calf’s admiring you.

“So fucking pretty like this baby. But you made a goddamn mess. My sheets are all wet and bloody. You know why it’s all bloody baby?” He says in a sarcastic tone, “because I fucked you. I popped your pretty little cherry and now you belong to me.” he says snarling at you. Still, you haven’t moved a muscle, continuing to lay there scared of what he’s gonna do next now that he’s had his way with you. Joel grabs you by your arm, dragging you off the bed. Dumping you on the floor he goes to tug the sheets off his bed. Throwing the soiled sheets on the floor next to you, Joel turns and walks out of the bedroom to grab fresh sheets.

When he walks back in, that’s when you finally get some strength and stand up. Shaking like a leaf behind him as he struggles getting the fitted sheet onto his bed, you start to slowly inch you way towards the door, ready to run for your life.

All too soon, Joel finishes with the sheets and turns around only to see you standing close to the door. Staring at each other you break your eye contact to glance at the door and back at him. Joel then glances at the door and back at you right as you lunge towards the exit letting out a scream as you do so. Except Joel manages to slam his body into the door before you get there, shutting it with his body as he grabs you by the arm again, “aht now what do you think your doing sugar? Just gonna ride me hard and put me away wet? You’re mine now, you’re gonna keep your sweet little ass in my house. Warm my bed!” He tells you, shaking you with each word as if it’ll shake some sense into you.

“I wasn’t leaving! I promise! I-I I need to use the bathroom! I wanna clean myself up for you! Yea yea I wanna clean up so I smell good and look good. All for you Joel.” You try to sound convincing knowing damn well he sees right through your words. Joel just purses his lips and gives you this ‘do you think I’m that dumb?’ look. Yanking you over back over to his bed he shoves you on it.

“Get your ass up there. I’m fucking tired so we’re going to bed now. I’ll give you the grand tour of our house in the morning baby.” He says as he gets in bed next to you. Terrified you do as he says, there’s a good chance he’s a heavy sleeper and you’ll be able to sneak off once he’s asleep. Joel pulls the blanket over the two of you, you on your back and him on his side facing you. Once under the blanket, Joel wraps his arm around you, giving you a tight squeeze.

“Sweet dreams sugar and welcome to your new life.” He says in a sleepy voice.

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Joel managed to keep his arm wrapped around you all night long. The sun is starting to come up and you haven’t been able to get away all night. That’s when Joel grunts in his sleep and rolls over, releasing you from his grasp.

This is it! This is my chance! I gotta go before he wakes up! Oh my god oh fuck okay I can do this. I will do this, you think as you slowly slip out from underneath the blanket and pour yourself slowly out of the bed. Joel continues to snore, oblivious to your actions. Walking on tip toes you make it to the door, stopping to check to make sure Joel hasn’t heard you yet. You manage to crack open the door just a little before it starts to creek. Scared, you stop all movement. Staying absolutely frozen to the spot, you hear Joel stop snoring and start to move around. After what felt like a century, Joel begins to snore again. Your heart has never beat so fast in your life. Taking a deep breath you continue on your top toes out of the bedroom into a hallway. Moving as quickly and quietly as you can, you walk past a couple of bedrooms before making it to a set of stairs.

Oh my god I’m doing it! I’m so close! Thank god!! Okay okay I’ve got this! You give yourself a pep talk in your head as you make your way downstairs and over to the front door. Fucking hell. There’s so many locks!! Shit shit okay calm down! Start with the first one and work your way up. You begin to unlock the bottoms lock. Click. Whew! Okay now next lock. As your turning the lock you hear the floor creek behind you. And that’s when you feel him at your back.

“Now where the hell do you think your going?” Comes the gruff voice of a man who woke up to his new woman sneaking out.

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“A new body has just been discovered. This is coming a week after the discovery of four new victims of the Scare Crow killer. A female, believed to be in her twenties, has been found impaled by a wooden post, her body dismembered and limbs sown back on and gutted, dressed up as a scarecrow.”

Joel sits down at his kitchen table with a bowl of cereal, watching the little tv he has sitting on the counter to keep him company. Huffing at todays news as he digs in, “It’s a shame. I liked that one. Really hoped she keep my bed warm for a lot longer.” He says out loud as milk drips down his chin.

A/n: whew! Okay this is a hefty boy! This literally came from @multiversed-daydreamer going “I need farmer Joel to be a serial killer and chase people in the corn maze” as soon as I read that, Farmer Joel was born. Obviously this is very much horror, I took inspo from horror movies. I kept returning to the 2003 Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the 1995 Texas chainsaw: the next generation while writing this, while also using other slasher movie elements. This is a one shot. I doubt I’ll ever return to farmer Joel but I did have fun writing this and just going balls to the wall with the horror lol

I’m not going to tag anybody just because of the nature of this. 💜

#Joel Miller #serial killer!joel #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #horror writing #horrorblr #spooky fic #spooky season #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe #tlou #joel miller fic #dark!joel miller

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astyrial · 6 months

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saved by the scream tasm!peter parker x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you give spidey an ultimatum word count: 836 warnings: none masterlist | requests are open

maybe queens isn't described as the windy city. but as you sit on your apartment's balcony, you can feel the intense winds of a storm brewing. it brings a warm feeling to your cheeks, a light windburn occurring. you stare out into the fall air and not too far away you can see someone swinging through the air.

the only person who comes to mind is spiderman, the city's unofficial hero. even if the jonah jameson and police chief want queens to believe he's a 'menace', you still believe that he's a hero. and maybe you're a little biased...

"it's freezing out here, what are you doing?" someone questions from above you, his voice music to your ears.

you look up as spiderman lowers down, a costume over his normal spandex suit. it resembles that of einstein. even a grey wig is fastened to the top of his suit, a string tied under his chin to hold it there. as he gets closer you notice grey eyebrows and a mustache seemingly velcroed to his mask.

spiderman even has a lab coat on that is cascading past his head and hitting your balcony. "i could ask you the same question mr. albert einstein," you rest your hands on your hips, a smile gracing your face.

"ahhh so you like it? because i worked really hard to impress that smart mind you have."

"impress me? well all you have to do to impress me is tell me your identity. i will start guessing and then it's all over for you. because i know you go to my school and that we have a class together," you cross your arms in front of your chest, shaking your head a little.

spiderman flips over, his feet landing on the railing of your balcony. he shakes his head, rolling his hands as if he's about to explain some reason as to why you can't know his identity, "it would be unsafe for you to know any of that. i love our little chats but it's not safe."

you raise an eyebrow, an unimpressed look cascading over your face. "not safe? how many times have i helped you stop a villain by just being me with my knowledge? you think i can't handle it?" a scoff quickly follows, you rolling your eyes.

"not that you can't handle it, but if something does happen, it's my fault. i wouldn't be able to handle it if something happened and your parents-"

"so you've met my parents before?"

"y/n-" spiderman begins once more, trying to convince you of something that you're already set on someday knowing.

you shake your head, "no, you can't call me 'y/n' when i can only call you spiderboy. we've been through a lot, you know that. so don't keep coming around and playing with my feelings if i never get to know the real you! either tell me your identity or stop coming here..."

spiderman's eyes widen, surprised that you had such a reaction to not knowing his identity. he always kept it hidden from the people he loved the most. and now the person he has fallen for is standing there telling him to ship out or tell the truth.

"you're right.. i shouldn't be doing this to you. if i tell you my identity, you have to keep it to yourself. you can't tell anyone because it could put any of you in danger. along with my family. y/n, i don't want to lose you, and if that means telling you to keep you in my life, so be it," spiderman jumps down onto your balcony, his hand reaching for yours.

you reach your hand out to grab his, your mouth agape in surprise. you'd finally know who's been hiding behind that mask for the past few months. he grabs the bottom of his mask and starts pulling it up. his chin has slight stubble on it and his face is a lighter complexion.

however, before he can finish pulling it off, someone shouts for help. it's loud, bloodcurdling, and echoes off of the surrounding buildings. spiderman immediately pulls the mask back down before twisting his head in the direction of the scream. he turns back to you, pulling the eyebrows and lab coat off of his suit.

"next time i see you, i'll tell you y/n," he squeezes your hand, a grip that proves just how much he cares about you.

you sigh looking out at the city and then back at him, nodding. "i get it, go save a life spidey. make sure you get back here soon because you can't leave a person hanging like that," the wind rushes past you as he hops onto the balcony's railing.

he turns around once more, nodding towards you. and just like that he's off into the night once more. his suit concealing his identity to everyone including you. honestly, though, you could wait another night if that meant he was saving a life.

#tasm peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader

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moremaybank · 1 year

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MELT — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary snapshots of your swoon-worthy relationship with jj (based on the song "melt" by kehlani)

warnings none. hella fluff. also, soft!jj

author's note i left out the ending of the song because it just would've been redundant. i hope that's okay!

jj masterlist ;; valentine's event ‘23 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

i can’t tell where your hair ends and mine begins

if i ain’t have all these tattoos, i would think that it’s your skin

if i move too quick past you, i would think it’s my reflection

being this close isn’t close enough

you could tell every time we touch, every time we, oh

security. harmony. joy.

these were just some of the sentiments experienced by being together. there was a certain safety that you’d found in one another. it wrapped around the two of you like a lush blanket, much like the one the two of you were constantly under, and the warmth from it surrounded your hearts. it was fiery and beautiful. so powerful that it could make you melt into one.

and you did. every day.

the bed was warm, the heat of your bodies radiating onto the sheets and thick covers. sunshine was beaming through the sheer curtains, allowing a golden aura to light up the dimly lit bedroom. fingers danced along bare skin, soft kisses being painted upon each other with love. there was a simple contentment you and jj found just by holding each other.

“i never thought i could love anybody like this,” jj murmured, lips moving against your temple as his hand moved up your side. his heated touch left goosebumps in his wake, making you shiver. “you feel like something i pulled straight out of my dreams.”

“what do you mean?” you asked. a shy smile graced your features as you shifted in his arms, your chest now pressed to his as your hand came up to his face. you let your fingers trace along his sharp features, once again in pure disbelief at how gorgeous your boyfriend really was.

he shrugged. “i don’t know…i guess i never really saw the point in falling in love until i met you. you changed my whole damn world with that heart of gold, baby. you’re the one who cracked my heart open. you’re the one who made me feel heard. you’re the one who made me feel safe. whenever i’m around you, my heart beats out of my damn chest. my mind goes all fuzzy, and i can barely catch my breath. i wanna be around you and hold you in my arms all the time. sometimes i wish i could live inside your skin.”

“that’s kind of gross, j,” you joked.

“shut up,” he chuckled in response, “i’m serious. look, the only thing my dad has actually ever taught me is that love hurts. but it’s not like that with you. you make everything better. i just love you so damn much.”

“baby,” you cooed, your eyes welling with tears of joy. you leaned in, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. “i love you too. it’s you and me, j.”

“it's you and me."

wish i could build me a cute apartment

one-bedroom right where your heart is

inch of space feels broken-hearted

across the bed feels way too far and

i wonder when they see just one, do they see us two?

ooh, oh

there was a soul tie between you and jj. a healthy one formed with love. it kept you linked as if you were tied together with an invisible string.

even when the two of you were apart — which neither of you was ever thrilled about because if you’d had it your way, you’d be together all twenty-four hours of the day — you still felt so connected to each other. you both carried the love you shared in your hearts and souls and brought that love everywhere either of you went.

still, it didn’t stop either of you from being upset when you were forced apart.

“do you have to go?” you pouted as you watched jj pack his belongings into his backpack.

“baby, i’ve been staying here for three weeks now. i’ve been wearing and re-wearing the same shit. i need fresh clothes,” he laughed softly, looking at you from over his shoulder. “i’ll be back tomorrow, i promise.”

you sulked further, getting up from the edge of the bed and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. the left side of your face rested against his shoulder blade as you cuddled into him. “you do know i have a washing machine, right?”

he turned around in your holds, cradling your face in his hands as he tilted your head up to look at him. “you know i don’t like leaving you. things would be easier if we lived together. that way, i’d be here all the time, and i wouldn’t be such a crap roommate to john b.”

you let his words sink in, the wheels in your brain turning as you thought of an idea. “so, let’s.”

“let’s what?”

“let’s live together. you’re always staying for weeks at a time, and it completely sucks whenever you have to leave. maybe you don’t have to anymore.”

jj cocked his brow, “are you serious?”

“as a heart attack, my love.”

with that, jj’s arms wrapped around your waist, and he lifted you up, twirling you around in the air. you both giggled away cheerfully, embracing each other tightly.

“i’m moving in, baby!”

that’s when i melt into you, oh-oh-oh

i melt into you, oh

that’s when i melt into you

melt into you, melt into you, oh

jj loved to watch you sleep.

not in a creepy way, but in a way where he could take the time to take you all in. the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you took each breath in. the way your long lashes kissed the tops of your cheeks lightly as they fluttered. the hints of a smile pulling at the corners of your lips subconsciously. you were so angelic; sometimes, jj struggled to believe that you were real and not just a figment of his wild imagination.

he remembered the first time he’d admired you in your slumber, deeming you his personal sleeping beauty.

you were at the chateau with the pogues, having come together for a movie night. you and jj were just friends at the time, but you were as close as ever, like two peas in a pod. you’d fallen asleep cuddled into his lap, one hand under your cheek and the other resting on his lower thigh, just above his knee. your touch sent a thrill through him, sparks igniting inside of him due to your warmth. your hair was out of your face, and the light from the tv cast over your features. it illuminated the dewy, natural glow of your skin, dancing along the tip of your nose, your chin, and the cheekbone that was visible to him. you were always beautiful to him, but there must have been something in the air that night because his heart threatened to burst just by admiring how peaceful you looked.

jj carefully smoothed a hand up your arm, landing on your shoulder as he traced circles onto your skin with his thumb. you shifted, still asleep, but your hand moved from his knee and grasped his. you wove your fingers with his and brought your joined hands to your chest, keeping them close to your heart. and that was the moment he knew he’d fallen in love with you so deeply that nothing could ever waver it.

and now, when you were deep in your sleep, you would reach out and pull him closer to you, just like you had that night. even if the two of you were skin-to-skin, as close as you could possibly be without morphing into one, you’d always wanted for him to be closer. and jj could never deny you because what he wanted was the same. he’d sigh into your scorching touch, kiss the nearest spot his lips could reach, and melt into you.

he hoped that every night for the rest of his life could look exactly like this.

matching your breath, follow your chest up and down

hopin’ you let secrets spill out your mouth and

inhale, exhale, breathe me in

with every breath, i’m sinkin’ in

no way to describe it, i’m a riot

if i wake up and i’m somehow beside you

instead of inside you, that shouldn’t surprise you

you don’t even notice, no need to remind you

you’d had past relationships before jj, and each time, you thought you had a good idea of what love was supposed to be. with every new romantic endeavour, each one better than the last, your perception of love grew more profound and poetic.

but as soon as you started spending time with jj, you discovered that you couldn’t have been more wrong.

being with jj just felt right. being with him gave you a stillness that seemed almost too good to be true. his love settled you. it grounded you on earth, though you felt like you were floating in space. it was a once in a lifetime type of connection, and you knew it would last.

“should i be nervous? we’ve been walking for a while, now, j,” you spoke, your eyes forced shut due to the blindfold jj had covered them with.

“shhh. we’re almost there, babe. this will all be worth it, i swear.” jj replied, guiding your steps from behind you. his hands were braced on your upper arms as he helped you walk, and his touch added the comfort you needed as you worried about where he was taking you.

“you know i can hear the waves crashing, right? and i can feel the sand underneath my shoes?”

“c’mon, pretty girl. play along,” he whined.

“alright,” you huffed, “i will.”

jj grinned, although you couldn’t see it as he continued to help you make your way toward the surprise he had planned.

“okay,” he said, coming to a halt. “stay there, don’t move. and don’t take the blindfold off until i say so.”

“um…okay?” you stood there waiting as you heard some low shuffling, and then what sounded like something being set down.

“alright, baby. open up.”

you removed the blindfold, and your gaze landed on jj. he was laying on top of a blanket set down on the sand. there was a picnic basket and a bouquet of roses to the right of him, along with a bottle of high-end champagne — one that you were slightly worried that he stole, but you put that on the back burner for now. the moonlight shone brightly, illuminating jj’s setup.

“what’s all this?” you asked, your voice nearly caught in your throat. he motioned you over with his hand, and you obliged, making your way over to him.

“i wanted to do something special for you. we’ve both been working non-stop, and we barely get to see each other. tonight was the first night that our schedules matched up, so i wanted to take advantage of it. give you the date night you deserved.”

you remained silent, and he chuckled at the evident shock on your face.

“is this your way of proposing?” you questioned.

jj laughed softly, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “hell nah, babe. when i propose, it’s going to be ten times more extravagant than all this. you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

“lord help me if that’s true,” you spoke, your lips forming into a grin. you leaned in, giving him a slow, gentle kiss. “thank you for this. i love you.”

“i love you too, princess.”

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starrzhao · 11 months

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zb1 as the soulmate tropes | scenarios

soulmates. the concept of being bound to someone by some sort of invisible string. a deep bond and connection formed between a pair that’s just simply meant to be. love may come unexpectedly, arriving through fate’s mysterious ways. so here are scenarios where fate pulls its strings and brings those meant to be, together. here are little scenarios of the members of zb1 as the different soulmate tropes with a little twist added to each one.

genre fluff, tiny bit of angst

pairings zb1 members x gn!reader

warnings small descriptions of physical pain (?) if anything else needs to be added, please inform me !

⭒ kim jiwoong — matching tattoos

everyone is born with a tattoo located on either side of their neck. each pair of soulmates have their own unique symbol, with each one owning a part it, having them meet to combine and complete their respective symbol. for example one may have a crescent moon and the other may have scattered stars, as they meet one another, they’re tattoos will glow and the moment of their first kiss, their symbols would combine and become one image, the crescent moon in the starry sky. It was a wonderful idea to think of sharing a symbol with your other half however it was quite difficult for you to search for your soulmate as yours was a mere dot. what symbol could possibly complete a dot? on the first day of your new job, you bump into the ceo of the company at the elevator who just so happens to have a comma tattooed on the right side of his neck, beaming at the same time as yours.

⭒ zhang hao — soulmate in every lifetime

It was a saying that you’re tied onto the same person in this universe through every single life you’d live through. a lot of people believed it was fake but you, on the other hand, definitely knew it was true as you lived your whole life or every life, still possessing your memories from every past lifetime, knowing it’s always intertwined with the same person, zhang hao. It was both a blessing and a curse for you, knowing you’d cross paths with the same man you’ll always love every time but you were tired of having to repeat the cycle over and over again, having to start from zero as strangers, then to lovers or even sometimes just ending as the best of friends, every single time knowing you kept your memories with him through every lifetime while he, like every other person, starts anew, clueless as they navigate through their journey, having to reintroduce and reinvent yourself as you meet him at every new beginning. however as you are once again reborn in a new world, this time hoping to live carefree and on the down low with no ambition after going through almost every career in the past anyways, you decide to move to a small city, where you meet zhang hao once again, not surprised again. however, this time you two don’t need to start from zero again as he unexpectedly reveals he’s been going through the same thing as you. and for once, you can finally confide in one another without having to restart the timeline or open a new story. just being there with each other. anytime, anywhere as long as it was with him, you just knew you’d be okay whatever your life had in store for you.

⭒ sung hanbin — color soulmate

everyone starts their lives, black and white. often, people would find their soulmate early. usually it would be in their teenage years as usually your soulmate would be nearby. you were at the ripe age of twenty-two, still counting your days for how long you’d have to live in a dull, colorless world as everyone else around you seemed to have found their soulmate. you get close to someone online who also happens to share the same situation as you, hanbin. he becomes your best friend as time passes, and you talk to him daily. your wish in this life wasn’t even to meet your soulmate anymore but to just meet hanbin in real life even just once. after three years of being long-distance friends, hanbin flies to your country as an effort to surprise you on your birthday. as you finished up your shift at the cafe you were working at, when you heard the doorbell ring and you look at who was at the front door, you were surprised at what you saw. It was not just only because you finally met your best friend, but because colors began to fill your sight as the world around you finally came to life as you met eye-to-eye

⭒ kim taerae — that sweet melody in your head

it was a rare phenomenon to be able to hear the voice of your soulmate in your head, and you were lucky to be a part of the small population who have experienced such a thing. You’ve heard the voice of your soulmate singing ever since you were little. His voice was soothing and mellow, his singing accompanying you through your daily life, almost like he was your own personal record player. You are an aspiring music producer, specializing in playing the piano and violin and your biggest dream was to one day, meet and accompany your soulmate for a performance. On the first week, you were given a challenge to complete pair assignment, where you had to arrange an original piece with someone in your class. You ended up being paired up with the student named taerae who was the only one left with no pair along with you, and who unfortunately had a sore throat within the duration of four days given to you to complete the project, had a sore throat, making it quite challenging to come up with the song. However, he was able to guide you along the way and assured you through the process that whatever the outcome would be he’d be able to pull it off so you decided to trust the process and give taerae a chance. As the day of the performance arrived, you were wary over the outcome, knowing that you were only going to be hearing taerae’s voice for the first time that day. The moment he held that mic and sang his heart out to the instrumental you created, you felt an unexpected, strange but beautiful sensation as his voice rang through your head as you watched him perform.

⭒ seok matthew — conversing through dreams

talking to your soulmate in your dream was quite a funny experience. It was like having talks with yourself in your head in the middle of the night. In your dreams, you and your soulmate would sit down and talk somewhere, envisioning places like the park, the cafe. It was your dreams and all in your head anyways so it was easy to manipulate. At some point, you believed the whole dream soulmate thing was just a random thing people made up to feel better as it felt like you had absolutely no clue to the whereabouts of your so-called other half. Perhaps you just made that man up in your head, right? however one day, you were proven wrong when you finally meet a young man who had the same exact face as the man in your dreams at the wedding of your close friend. your worlds stopped for a moment and he introduces himself as matthew seok, the man you’ve been talking to in your dreams throughout the years.

⭒ shen quanrui / ricky — timer soulmates

each and everyone are born with a timer marked on their wrist and it held a different meaning for every pair of soulmates. for your parents, their timer started the day they first met. as for your friend, gyuvin the timer stopped counting when he held hands with his soulmate. what a strange timer to begin with. everyone else has their timer stop around their teenage years. and it just so happens that only two people in your class who had their timer still counting was you and the annoying arrogant boy who you despised, ricky. you were surprised to find his timer was still counting as boy had a reputation of being the playboy and heartthrob which you thought would guarantee an easier way for him to find the love of his life when he’s flirted with a countless number of people. It was embarrassing to be the only ones who didn’t find their soulmates so in order to not feel put of place and have enough of all the teasing, you both agree to fake date and pretend to be soulmates despite absolutely not wanting to be associated with one another. as you and ricky fake your relationship and you get to know ricky as time passed, you find yourself slowly falling for him as you find a new side but you kick that away, thinking you weren’t the ones fated to be anyways. At the night of your prom, your timer stopped and you were confused wondering who was the mysterious soulmate that you met. you assumed it was one of the boys you’ve met that night but you realized you didn’t feel any sparks around any of them. you notice ricky was off when you told him so as you tried to approach him about his sudden change of mood, a fight breaks out and ricky later reveals that his timer stopped a few days ago and it was at the moment he had realized he catched feelings for you.

⭒ kim gyuvin — the first sentence they say gets engraved to your arm

it was your first day at your new school, you certainly tried your best to make sure you were presentable and tried to make sure not a single embarrassing thing would happen especially on your first day. however as you walked through the corridors, trying to find your way to your first class, you clash with a boy skating through the hallways. just then, you see the word ‘kachow’ engraved into your arm and the words ‘what the hell’ engraved onto the arm of the boy who bumped into you. after the little incident and meeting your soulmate in a humiliating way, you avoid him the whole day. the word was too visible on your arm and it opened many questions from the people around you as to what happened, leaving you embarrassed for the impression you unfortunately had for your first day. as the day passed, gyuvin approaches you and apologizes wishing to start again and introduce himself properly, hoping to get to know you, looking forward to see why fate brought you two together, seriously.

⭒ park gunwook — shared emotions

you wished that you could finally talk to your soulmate, curious over why he felt happy and sad at random moments. your mood would be affected by his mood and your would affect his and you felt sorry for what he would go through especially when you would be crying over a movie. you had absolutely no idea who your soulmate could be and it was nearly impossible to find him through feeling his emotions alone. your best friend, gunwook was the only one who knew about this. he was your childhood friend and knew you like the back of your hand. you secretly held a crush on a boy in your class, ricky, hoping he’d be your soulmate. taking some moments as sharing the same emotion like just laughing at the same time. when you mustered up the courage to confess, ricky then reveals he had already found his soulmate and..it wasn’t you. you were left heartbroken and when you go visit your best friend to tell him about what happened, he cries with you, not knowing why, saying he also felt a sharp pain in his heart as well. then the realization hits you, why were you so heartbroken over the other boy, hoping he’d be yours when it turns out it’s just been the boy you knew your whole life and how could you not notice how it was just simply the boy in front of you, crying like you are.

⭒ han yujin — shared physical sensations

it was difficult to get through different times in your life knowing you could always feel what your soulmate was feeling. you would feel the burning fever if he was sick, the pain on your hip for no reason or a sharp pain in your ankle which you assumed would be from tripping down the stairs. getting by was hard feeling every single physical pain and sensation your soulmate had to go through, and you felt bad for him too. you decided to audition for a spot in your highschool football team, hoping to rekindle your love for the sport on your senior year . as you played through a game, you and another boy went head to head, seeing a fierce fight. as you decided to switch with your teammate to be a goal keeper for the last round, you and the boy got more tense as he heads to score through you. as he kicks the ball at the goal from afar, hoping it lands, it ends up landing on your head, making you faint and yujin fainting as well, leaving everyone around confused. when you wake up in the clinic, next to the boy from earlier, he finally introduces himself as yujin and he apologizes for what happened earlier. you question why he fainted and he says he has no idea, and thinks maybe it was because of his soulmate. the realization hits the both of you, and soon you both felt your hearts skip a beat at the same time.

a/n hey hi hello! haven’t posted in awhile so here are some scenarios I wrote up a long time ago. I am contemplating if I should write these as oneshots (maybe just short ones around 1-2k words each) , becuase I rlove the prompts for hao, ricky and hanbin hehe if you’re interested in any of these, please tell me! lmk what u guys think :]]

taglist @leagreenly @kpoprhia @dimplewonie @shanb1n @wtfhyuck @mikaymee (kindly send an ask/dm if you’d like to be added or removed)

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kay-elle-cee · 6 months

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@jilytoberfest 31 Prompts: Day 17 || 1186 Words || Read on Ao3 —

“Alright, everyone! Follow your string!”

James gives a chuckle as he grabs the red string of yarn attached to his left ring finger (a little on the nose) and begins following its path. He has to duck through a few obstacles created by the other participants following their own strings. When he had agreed to help Arya—a longtime family friend—with the kickoff of her matchmaking business, he didn’t expect it to be so…labyrinthine.

Carefully skirting around two blokes who had gotten their yarn knotted together, he sees his string tighten as a pull from the other side draws his attention.

Tied to him by several meters of red string stands a woman with similarly red hair, half of which is pulled back to uncover stunning, amused green eyes. A small smile graces her lips and James sees her eyes involuntarily flick down his body as he approaches, taking him all in.

He feels a little guilty for thinking this whole thing’s a lark.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, offering his hand. “James Potter.”

“Lily Evans,” the woman replies with a shake of his hand.

The two stand there for a moment in awkward silence, unsure of how to broach the subject of their supposed compatibility. James can certainly admit to being attracted to her, but all of Arya’s methods of matchmaking have never really worked for him in the past—his most recent relationship a shining example of that—and he finds himself having a hard time trying to be optimistic about this one.

“So what brings you here?” Lily asks, brows raising. “What about this event did you think was unmissable?”

James’ brows knit together as he thinks of a way to give her a satisfiable enough answer without exposing himself as a fraud. “Well, I’ve known Arya since we were five, so—”

“Wait, wait, sorry,” Lily hurries, pulling out her phone. She gives him an apologetic look. “Mind if I take some notes? I’m…” she grimaces, “I’m a reporter. Ms. Bell knows I’m coming, so it’s not any sort of nefarious undercover situation, but ah, just wanted to get that out in the clear.”

A laugh threatens to burst from his chest. Of course Arya would pair him with the woman writing an article about the event. James was nothing if not personable.

All fears of ruining this woman’s day evaporated, James feels his shoulders relax as he gives her a casual smile. “Of course, I’m happy to help. Like I said, I’ve known Arya since we were five so I can confidently say this is a lifelong passion for her. She’s personally been responsible for introducing the bride and groom of the last three weddings I’ve gone to.”

“And what was it specifically about this event that caught your eye?”

“Well, this is the biggest event she’s done. Typically it’s very casual, or even one-on-one when people specifically seek her out for her services. But I wanted to come see what something at this scale would look like.” James takes this moment to look around the room—all the strings were slack as the couples chatted, smiles bright and enthusiastic around the room. “And it seems to be going off without a hitch.”

“It does,” she agrees, pausing in her typing to look around with a smile.

“Arya does have a natural talent at all of it. And she’s realistic about it.”

He’s watching Lily as she types away and notices the wry smirk that pulls her lips tight. “No waxing poetic about how each of us are ‘predestined’ and all our paths are constantly heading in that direction, no matter what right or wrong choices we make?”

He has to blink for a second, shocked at the specificity of her words, stomach turning unpleasantly at where he’d heard such similar musings. “No, not at all. I know the red string of fate”—he holds up the yarn still attaching them—“is a bit gimmicky, but I can promise you, Arya puts a lot of effort into this. She emphasizes working on relationships, acknowledging issues and working forward in a partnership. ‘Signs’ are not something she puts stock in.” He winces a bit at the bitterness in his voice.

Lily’s stopped taking notes now, a divot in the space between her brows as she studies him. James’ hand comes to rub the back of his neck, and he can feel the heat coloring his cheeks.

“My last girlfriend, she was really into fate and destiny and all of that stuff. It made it really stifling sometimes, being with someone convinced that every little thing was a sign. It starts to feel like your decisions aren’t really your own.”

He expects it to weigh down the conversation—an awkward admission in the middle of this matchmaking-interview session—but is surprised when she nods and pockets her phone, a sigh deflating her.

“I know what you mean,” she commiserates with a shrug. “I recently got out of a relationship with a guy who was the same way. Obsessively counting every little thing as a sign to do this or that, what to name out bloody kids—nevermind we were only together for four months.” She shakes her head as if ridding herself of a thought even as her lips thin into a line. “He was really into Destiny, too. I caught them fucking at his flat…two weeks after he gave me a key? Dumped his arse on the spot and didn’t look back.”

James chokes on air and she meets his eyes with a rueful smile.

“Sorry, have to cope somehow.”

“Sounds like you dodged a bullet.”

“That bullet’s name was Simon and I wished I’d dodged a little faster.” She offers a chuckle that James notes is laced with embarrassment, but he’s too struck by the dryness of his throat to offer any sort of reassurance.

“Did you say Simon?”

Lily nods in assent, confusion pulling her brows together.

James’ mind is racing and he tries to keep his voice calm. “Would he, by chance, have blonde hair and a…” James pauses, mouth twisting as he looks for a delicate way to phrase the rest of his sentence. “...Mole situation around his eyebrow?”

Lily’s eyes widen, lips parting ever-so-slightly from shock. “How—“

“Destiny…obsessed with destiny. That’s—“

“Your ex.”

As the realization washes over them, James’ hand crawls from his neck into his hair as they stare at one another in a shocked silence, the rest of the world buzzing on around them. Lily’s eyes are sparkling with delight and James feels a strange kind of giddiness settle in his chest as all the pieces fall into place.

Something catches his eye over Lily’s shoulder and his gaze flickers to see Arya giving him a thumbs up with a mouthed ‘Thank you!’.

He has to contain himself from snorting as his attention turns back to the woman in front of him, an excited hum racing through his veins. “Can I get you a drink, Lily?”Her head tilts to the side a bit, her smile genuine, still glittering with a bit of wonder at this entire situation. “I’d like that.”

— some inspo taken from here

#it's (always) you #james potter #lily evans #jilytober2023 #jple #31 prompts #jily

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fortheloveofwonderland · 11 months

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Current WIPS & Requests

Some of these WIPS will never see the light of day but let me know if they interest you and I might finish them.

FYI - Midnight & Darkness Declares Glory don’t appear on here because I have finished them and therefore don’t class them as WIPS.

WIPS

Invisible Strings - At the wedding of mutual friends, you and Spencer are forced to take a journey down memory lane, traversing the paths down which it all went wrong.

Having to confront over three decades worth of emotions leads you to wonder if maybe you and Spencer’s chance at a happy ending had passed you by. But there’s no denying the two of you are tied together somehow, the invisible strings always drawing you back to one another.

Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end and to piece together yours, you’re going to have to go back to the start if you have any hopes of rewriting the ending. | chaptered

Somewhere to Belong - You and Spencer have only been dating a few months when he drops the bombshell that he wants to start a family and it throws you into turmoil. And that’s only made worse he meets five year old orphan Wren Briar and is determined to do whatever it takes to adopt her. Even if that means destroying your relationship. | two/three parter | family challenge

Unopened Windows - When a charred body is discovered in rural Virginia with evidence tying them to one of the BAU team, Spencer Reid is forced to relive memories he would have rather remained in the past. But not everything is as it seems, as he returns to his hometown to try and piece the mystery together, he finds himself facing the unopened windows of a life he never had. | chaptered

Where Nobody Knows sequel - When you disappeared without a trace three years ago, Spencer never expected to see you again. He certainly didn’t expect to return home from work one day to find you standing in his living room. What’s even more surprising is when he finds you still there in the morning.

But upon discovering you’d turned yourself and with only a matter of minutes before Emily and the team have you surrounded, Spencer makes a rash decision. And suddenly Spencer finds himself throwing his life away to go on the run with you.

But was it all just an elaborate plan? Has he found himself trapped in your web with no escape? | oneshot

REQS

Sleepy morning smut - Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader for Anon

Reader struggling with a decision at work which Luke helps her through - Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader for Anon

Spencer celebrating his first birthday after Gideon’s death - Spencer Reid x Fem! GF! Reader for @lover-of-books-and-tea

Spencer gets roomed with reader and they spend the night making prank calls to Morgan - Spencer Reid x Reader for Anon

Milestone Request - Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye - Spencer Reid x Reader for Anon

Milestone Request - Sunshine by All American Rejects - Spencer Reid x Reader for @c-m-stuff

Milestone Request - Lying is the Most Fun… by Panic at the Disco - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader for Anon

Reader with a stalker who is jealous of her and Spencer - Spencer Reid x GN! Reader for Anon

Song Fic based on Saving All My Live For You by Whitney Houston - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader for Anon

Based on the scene where Emily profiles Alvez while he’s behind her - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader for Anon

Song Fic based on Daylight by David Kusher - Spencer Reid x Fem! BAU Reader for Anon

Song Fic based on Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine - Spencer Reid x BAU Reader for Anon

#scarlets wips #requests #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #criminal minds

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liyawritesss · 2 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ１０－ＧｉｆｔＥｘｃｈａｎｇｅ

－ Pink Elephant - Sheva Alomar - Resident Evil 5

－ In which Sheva receives a gift from a comrade during the BSAA's office event, however, it is unsigned.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

The sound of phones ringing, keyboards clicking and mundane talk was customary within the office sector of the BSAA West African Branch. The stench of coffee was ever present in the air, but even that wasn’t enough to stir Sheva’s frustrated, though curious, gaze at the item that rested on her desk. Her eyebrows had been furrowed deep on her forehead since she’d gotten the little charm bracelet earlier in the day. It still rested in it’s gift box, shining in the piss-poor fluorescent lighting from the office ceiling. She unconsciously tapped the pen in her hand on her lips in thought, racking through her brain on who could have been the bestower to this gift.

She should be focusing on her paperwork; the case she had just finished up with Chris Redfield had stacked up a mountain of reports she needed to sign off and send out to be filed. Yet every time she turns to try and focus on it, the mystery behind the piece of jewelry always brings her attention away from it.

Sheva’s semi-given up on the paperwork at this point, tossing her pen onto the desk and instead replacing it by picking up the bracelet in her hands to examine it. Thin pieces of brown and tan string are woven and tied together, with pieces of each end left out to make slipping it on and off easy, as well as for adjusting the tightness of it on the wearer's wrist. Wooden and crystal beads decorate the band and in the middle is a metal platelet with an engraving of a double-headed battle axe. It didn’t take her long to determine the symbolism of the axe to be representative of the God of protection, Shango, from Yoruba beliefs.

The thought and care put into the gift did wonders in making Sheva smile in the moment upon being called to receive her gift from the table, but now, she’s eager to know who had been behind it. There were a handful of possibilities that came to her mind, but most of them she had already crossed off her list as she watched her comrades interact, some having revealed to their partners that it was they who had gifted them their gift, others already knowing who their benefactors were. She was running out of options, and quite frankly, it was making her go a little crazy.

There was one candidate, however, that she still thought plausible. Though just the mere thought of them put her on edge.

Her eyes shift past the bracelet in her hand and to the desk two spaces away from her own, falling upon you, the fairly new recruit that had been bumped up to the Beta task force within the first six months of your arrival. You had skill, guts, and a mouth more rancid than any undead she’d faced, and she hated the fact that you could grab her attention so easily.

Could this be simple admiration, or could this be the beginnings of a crush? Sheva couldn’t tell the difference between the two, but what she could tell was that the desire to impress you, to get to know you, was prevalent in her chest whenever the two of you crossed paths. Quite frankly, if it was you that had gifted her the bracelet, it would be a great talking point for her to approach you with. Then again, the thought of it being the opposite posed a distasteful feeling in her throat.

A sigh leaves her lips as she watches on. A part of her hoped that you were the gifter of this piece of jewelry, but after much internal deliberation, Sheva tucked the bracelet in her desk and forced herself to attend to her reports once more. With the amount of people trickling out of the office now, and knowing that you make it a point to be one of the last late stragglers leaving, she’ll be able to confront you soon enough.

#flowersinbloom🏵#black reader #black tumblr #resident evil #resident evil 5 #sheva alomar #resident evil sheva #sheva alomar x reader #sheva alomar x black!reader

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krikeymate · 11 days

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hand me the keys to your heart - hands

Tara’s always been fascinated with Sam’s hands. For longer than she can even remember, to hear her sister tell it. Even from birth, she’d say, smug grin on her face as she recites – with the obvious familiarity that comes with an often-repeated tale – how Tara would always reach out for Sam’s hands and no-one else’s, how she’d wrap tiny little fingers around Sam’s own and grip her so tight, and how she’d cry when she was made to let go.

“You had me wrapped around your little finger,” Sam would joke at the end of her reminiscing, “or was it you wrapped around mine?” and Tara would groan and smack her on the shoulder, resisting when her big sister would retaliate by holding her close and crooning about how much Tara loved her, before she even knew what love was.

She did. She does. She loves all of Sam. But her hands? They held the key.

They unlocked every part of her, knew just how to strum the strings of her heart. With just the slightest touch, Sam knew how to leave her quivering, or crying on the floor. They held and they pushed. There was an invisible string tied to those hands that ended right in Tara’s chest. She’d lived by those hands, and someday, she thinks, they may just be the ones that end her.

She wonder’s what Sam would do if she knew just how much power she truly held over her. If she would ever take advantage of it, if she would run away again.

She doesn’t know which is the more frightening prospect.

(She does. Of course she does. She’d gladly be under Sam’s thumb for the rest of her days if it only meant she’d stay. It used to frighten her, it made her rebel against her own heart; this isn’t what people want – to be captured, to be caged. It couldn’t, it had to be wrong. But now, after everything, how could she deny it any longer. A cage made from Sam’s arms, and a lock from her hands, is the sweetest home she’s ever known.)

As a child, Tara loved the way Sam’s hands were big and strong and warm, how they held her so gently, soothed her pain and wiped away her tears. They were the hands of a caregiver, of someone filled with love; soft and kind and always there.

Until the day they weren’t.

They disappeared from her life, and when they came back, they were almost unrecognisable.

Almost.

But not quite. There was no hiding the careful way they would touch her, how they would reach out – long to touch her, to keep her near. Sam could never resist being close, could never stray too far, hands hovering, waiting, prepared, just in case they were needed.

As a child, Tara was fascinated with Sam’s hands. She loved to hold them, to swing their arms together as they walked, to take comfort in the steady presence. She’d spend hours running her fingers over her sister’s palms, squeezing her fingers, mapping every line and crease. Even younger, a teething toddler had found a soothing toy in those hands. Never once did Sam complain or pull away, an unwavering force that had accepted its fate, like this is what she was born to do, to touch and be touched.

As an adult, Sam’s hands are rough and scarred. Her nails are rugged, scratched and bumpy from layers of uneven polish and careless handling. Her palms are callused, from years of manual labour and hard living – a far cry from the writer the girl had once dreamed to be. Sam’s need to chug coffee and energy drinks to dispel cravings for that best left in the past, leave her dehydrated, skin forever littered with dry patches.

Somehow, Tara only loves them more.

She loves them best when her nailbeds are red and flaky and scented with iron.

The thought almost makes her salivate.

Sighing, Tara realises there will be no more sleep for her tonight, still too wired from the day before. Even now, as she thinks back, she feels her heart begin to beat faster, her chest becoming tight and her feet beginning to tingle, toes curling, excitement flooding back.

She huffs into the night, irritated at her own lack of control. She should be better than this. She used to be better than this. She used to be able to hide how she felt, even to herself.

Since Sam’s return to her life, she’s felt that mastery begin to slip. As usual, it’s all her sister’s fault.

Sam’s good at causing problems, but on this occasion, Tara won’t hold it against her. She can’t think of a more wonderful problem to have.

Tara reaches for her favourite fidget toy – draped over her waist, never far – to while away the time until Sam wakes.

There’s a needy part of her that wants her attention now, to roll over and wake her sister up. Sam wouldn’t mind, she never does. She’d flash her a sleepy smile and tease her through a yawn and run her fingers through her hair, and it would be oh-so-sweet.

But they were up late, partaking in all the pleasures flesh has to offer with carnal abandon, and Sam had done so well, given her so much. She deserves to rest.

Tara smiles, memory of their victim’s screams echoing in her mind. The smell of iron and fear still lingers around them. If she’d had her way, Tara never would have showered at all, never have let the night be cleansed, but Sam had insisted.

She’s always so thorough, so concerned. It’s endearing. Tara would never let them get caught, it would mean being separated, it would mean an end to their fun. And she’s only just getting started.

There’s an insatiable hunger that slumbers within her, one that only her sister can feed.

As she runs a nail over Sam’s palm, she thinks of how skilful they are. Precise and accurate, never faltering. Every movement she’d made was carefully calculated. They’d led her through the motions so naturally, wielding Tara’s hand as if it were her own.

Tara’s never found a better teacher than her sister, never learnt with half as much eagerness as she does with Sam hovering over her shoulder, urging her on and whispering encouragements.

She’s intently investigating a scar on Sam’s palm – not for the first time – when the woman breathes deep behind her and nudges her shoulder with her nose.

“That tickles,” her sister mumbles. Tara can feel the way she stretches her legs out behind her, preparing to wake.

“Sorry,” she murmurs back. “Go back to sleep, it’s still early.”

Sam hums. “Too late. Besides, you’re up, what’re we looking at?” She peers over Tara’s shoulder as the smaller girl twists to look up at her, almost sheepish.

“Still obsessed with my hands? I don’t blame you,” she jokes, “they’re nice hands.”

Tara rolls her eyes. It’s too early for this. “Shut up.”

She only gets a glimpse of a grin, a flash of white in the night, before she’s being grabbed and rolled over, body leaving the bed.

“Oh look at that,” Sam says, arms wrapped around her securely as she nestled the smaller girl into her lap. “I’ve got the whole world in my hands.”

Tara groans.

She’s never loved anyone more.

#/mp #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #my writing tag #AU: dead doves

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the-brightest-color-amber · 5 months

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I fucked up

I lost you

I taste the tinge of mistakes and sins in my mouth, when swallowed feels like swords going down.

Blood lingers on my tongue like the ghost of French kisses and the shapes of i-love-you are drowning in my throat with this ocean of salt water tears backed up by blue ice eyes with a serene demeanor. I remain calm cool and collected but inside I still wallow with the bitch who stirred the caldron paint a green face of jealousy because I can picture it now you surrounded by new faces of family members with your new girlfriend and my face is just a glimmering shade of a shape of a yesterday forgotten, how we promised forever in a hand held embrace but why do we think we can hold on to hearts such fragile pieces of glass meant to break and not made by human hands but toyed with like a ball stringed to havoc emotions that will begin to unravel a mighty thunderstorm of proportion

one drop and all the emotions flood breaking this dam we built together to ash and ruin and smoking fire.

It is my first Thanksgiving without you in four years and I still expect you at my door, around my table, tied to the promise of a family we'd build together someday as long as we climbed each mountain and letting on the other side. I deserted you for thunderstorms I couldn't run home from drenched in a depression so deep my body a pile of useless pebbles I screamed for you in the back of my throat to stay until I lost my voice to nothingness and static and that taste of blood between my teeth is all to real and gutting and i must have a thing for gluttony babe because i need you like a four course meal I remember the taste of pumpkin spice with a full heart and a November chilly rain. I remember making arts and crafts with you and sitting in my room talking about the future which was never beyond arms reach and we would ponder things like the stars, aliens, what God would look like, your past, my poetic dreams, deep shit and memories i remember the boozy eggnogg and your silly drunken slurs and the disney movies on tv. I remember the video games and our nerd army you and me against the waging wars of time this endless circle we called a couple couldn't possibly break because we were in this for the long haul the ugly and gritty and beautiful astonishing long haul and now I wonder if you are out there somewhere cuddled on the couch making the same promises with her and knitting together another endless ring. Here I sit at home with so much to be thankful for but there is a part of me that will always wonder what could of been and if I'd known the last kiss would've been the last I wouldn't of stopped deepening it. The tears that dare to rain behind these eyes will clamp down along with each turkey bone of regret that your chair will be empty this year but wherever you are I wish you the best.

Turkey Bones, Regret & Other Musings // A.N.M

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taylorswiftandx · 2 years

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Taylor Swift and First

‘Taylor Swift’

Tim McGraw: And I’m back for the first time since then, I’m standing on your street

Tim McGraw: And there’s a letter left on your doorstep and the first thing that you’ll read…

The Outside: But nothing seems to work the first few times, am I right?

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): Take me back to the time we had our very first fight

Our Song: The first date, “Man, I didn’t kiss her and I should have”

Our Song: The first date, “Man, I didn’t kiss him and I should have”

A Perfectly Good Heart: Why would you wanna make the very first scar?

‘Fearless (Taylor’s Version)’

Fearless: You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless

Fearless: It’s the first kiss, it’s flawless, really something, it’s fearless

Fifteen: It’s the morning of your very first day

Fifteen: And then you’re on your very first date and he’s got a car and you’re feeling like flying

Fifteen: When you’re fifteen and your first kiss makes your head spin round

Fifteen: Your very first day, take a deep breath, girl

Love Story: We were both young when I first saw you

SuperStar: And I knew from the first note played I’d be breaking all my rules to see you

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’

Mine: You put your arm around me for the first time

Mine: You saw me start to believe for the first time

Mine: And every time I look at you, it’s like the first time

Back To December: And how you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry

Enchanted: This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the story line ends

Superman: I loved you from the very first day

Electric Touch: Just the first time ever hanging out with you tonight

Timeless: Black and white, saw a ‘30s bride and two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house

Timeless: Which brought me back to the first time I saw you

Timeless: If I first saw your face in the 1500s off in a foreign land

Timeless: It was like an age-old classic, the first time that you saw me

'Red (Taylor Swift)’

All Too Well: But you keep my old scarf from that very first week

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: I remember when we broke up the first time, saying, “This is it, I’ve had enough”

Holy Ground: Back to a first-glance feeling on New York time

Holy Ground: I left a note on the door with a joke we’d made, and that was the first day

Holy Ground: We blocked the noise with the sound of, “I need you” and for the first time I had something to lose

Begin Again: And for the first time, what’s past is past

The Very First Night: I miss you like it was the very first night

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): I still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell

'1989 (Taylor’s Version)’

Welcome To New York: When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors

'reputation’

…Ready For It?: Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him

…Ready For It?: Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me

End Game: I wanna be your end game, I wanna be your first string

Don’t Blame Me: Something happened for the first time in the darkest little paradise

Getaway Car: I knew it from the first old fashioned we were cursed

Getaway Car: Think about the place where you first met me

Getaway Car: Should’ve known I’d be the first to leave

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: First sight, yeah, we love without reason

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: Yeah, we were dancing like it was the first time, first time

'Lover’

Paper Rings: The moon is high like your friends were the night when we first met

Paper Rings: When you jumped in first, I went in, too

London Boy: I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

Soon You’ll Get Better: In doctor’s office lighting, I didn’t tell you I was scared, that was the first time we were there

'folklore’

Illicit Affairs: A drug that only worked the first few hundred times

Invisible String: Bad was the blood of the song in the cab on your first trip to L.A.

'evermore’

(no first)

'Midnights’

Bejeweled: Putting someone first only works when you’re in their top five

Mastermind: And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me

Mastermind: And the first night that you saw me, I knew I wanted your body

Mastermind: This is the first time I’ve felt the need to confess

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: If you would’ve blinked, then I would’ve looked away at the first glance

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: If you tasted poison, you could’ve spit me out at the first chance

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

Other Songs written by Taylor

Renegade: You wouldn’t be the first renegade to need somebody

The Alcott: And the last thing you wanted is the first thing I do

The Alcott: It’s the last thing you wanted, it’s the first thing I do

The Alcott: It’s the first thing you do / Give me some tips to forget you

The Alcott: It’s the first thing I do / Did my love aid and abet you?

The Alcott: It’s the first thing I do / Give me some tips to forget you

Two Is Better Than One: I remember what you wore on the first day

Official Alternate Releases

(no first)

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you were a house on fire || h.s. {pt 3}*

summary: roe goes to harry’s apartment to meet his cat and that’s all that happens… definitely totally innocent chapter here 👁

word count: 3.2k

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Harry entered Ruby’s Diner that Friday just as he had at the shop the past week. Except for this time, the ding of the cash register greeted him instead of his new auburn-haired friend. The term suited her well; he hoped she wouldn’t be offended by him referring to her as such. He searched the corners of the near-empty room with his eyes, still standing by the front door. Every day before he left, Roe made sure to tell him her work schedule in the most nonchalant way possible. It wasn't quite an invitation, rather an open acceptance to him becoming a regular at her workbench. She said she worked on Friday from seven to noon at the diner instead of Keystone, the auto body shop. He hadn’t been back since that first night they met, but they had good pie, he’ll admit. Keystone’s constant screeching of metal and the faint smell of burning oil didn’t deter him from seeing her, but Ruby’s had cushioned seating, a quieter crowd, and offered comfort food. It was obvious to him where he preferred to be.

Harry pulled his phone from his coat pocket. Seven-thirty-two. He bit his lip for a second but released it when he approached a woman with an apron tied around her round waist and a pen tucked into her short gray ponytail.

“Excuse me, Gretta,” Harry read from the name tag pinned on her plump chest, “I was wondering if Roe is working here today?”

“Darlin’, your guess is as good as mine. Was ‘possed to show up half an hour ago, but she ain’t here an’ didn’t call or nothin’.” Her southern drawl took him by surprise, given how far north they were. American accents no longer stumped him as they used to when he was seventeen and first touring overseas. But every once and a while, his ears decided their vowels and consonants were now a mystery. It frustrated him. Harry attempted to string thoughts together to give a response, but before he could, the bell above the front door jingled. “Well, speak o’ the devil!”

Roe frantically shoved her way behind the counter and grabbed a spare apron from a shelf below. It took more coordination than Harry guessed it would normally; a small boy sat on her left hip. His fists clung to her over sized Led Zeppelin shirt and he kept his head tucked into the side of her neck the entire time she went about setting up for the beginning of her shift. Despite the shadow of Roe’s chin concealing his face, Harry discerned from just one glimpse that the pair shared the same pointed nose and full cheeks.

“You better have a damn good excuse,” Gretta scolded when Roe finally stood in front of her.

“I know, I’m sorry. I was up with River all night, he’s sick, and the girl that normally babysits him is sick too so I had to- never mind, it doesn’t matter.” Roe must not have realized Harry was there already, he thought. She never acted like this in front of him before. “Lucas had a graveyard shift, but he just got off and he’ll be here any minute to take River.” She used the hand that wasn’t supporting the young boy to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, then rubbed his back as he started to go into a coughing fit.

River hiccuped once, rubbed his nose on Roe’s shirt collar and whimpered, “Mama.”

Roe gently shushed him, still rubbing his back. His breathing evened slowly and the tears that threatened to spill subsided. Gretta served Roe a disapproving glare but left her when a customer entered, looking for a table. Before Harry could make his presence known, someone else entered the diner and caught her attention. She sighed a breath of relief at the sight of him. Lucas.

A black button-up shirt with the word SECURITY embroidered above the left breast pocket clung to his broad frame. Like Roe, his thick, dark eyebrows drew close together, but as Roe swept closer, his shoulders visibly relaxed. The crease in his forehead below the edge of his nearly shaved head, however, remained ever-present.

They hugged, consequently pressing River in between them. Lucas placed a kiss on both of their foreheads and added his own hand to Rivers back alongside Roe’s. It was at this moment, Harry realized he knew absolutely nothing about the woman he devoted his week to. They occupied the same space and spoke often. They spoke about Chicago, their favorite movies, and his damaged car. But here, with a child wrapped in her arms and wrinkles deeply set around her eyes and corners of her mouth- he knew nothing.

Although Harry only caught pieces of their hushed conversation, it was enough to know that he shouldn’t be leaning in to hear every word the way he currently was. But, curiosity and hunger ignited inside of him, and he found himself taking a seat in the nearest bar stool to solidify his shameful behavior despite heat rising to his cheeks as he did so.

“This can’t be happening again. I was so scared, Lucas.” Roe shook her head as if to shake the memories or the fear or general situation away. Harry had never seen her eyes that wide.

“You said he was just throwing up? Had a fever?” Roe nodded, “Then I think he’s okay. If he hasn’t had a seizure, it isn’t like last time. It’s just the flu or something normal that any four year old would get,” he reassured.

Roe hardly seemed convinced but after some coaxing and Lucas promising over and over to watch him carefully, she finally left the doorway of the diner to begin her workday- now technically an hour into her shift. With everything he heard, Harry hesitated to make himself known. He thought of his former band mate, Zayn. Former friend, he assumed too, now. The minute anything went wrong in his life, he couldn’t stand to be around other people. He once got into an argument with his father over the phone and refused to speak to anyone else for two days. He never knew how to console him. He still doesn’t know what that argument was about. Maybe Roe was like that. She just needed to cope alone.

It was once again made painfully clear he knew nothing about her. The moment her eyes connected with his, her shoulders relaxed. The closest thing to a smile hung from her lips as she asked what he was doing there. She didn’t mention River or anything he just witnessed.

A week later, they continued spending time together as if nothing had happened that day at the diner. Harry felt the urge to ask about it several times but feared he was toeing the line a little too closely. He didn’t want to burst the bubble they found themselves in, but at the same time, he was no longer satisfied with knowing so little about the woman who kept his loneliness at bay while fixing his car or serving french fries to strangers. They continued having empty conversations into the third week of knowing each other. Harry grew sick of it.

“Did you know I have a cat?” he mentioned randomly that Wednesday afternoon.

“No, I didn’t know that,” Roe chuckled at his impetuous nature as she refilled the salt and pepper shakers sitting on the counter.

“Would you like to meet her?”

The words took him by surprise as soon as they fell from his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he invited someone new to his apartment. All of the people in his life had been there for years. Up until a couple of months ago, he was traveling so much, he wasn’t even given an opportunity to make new friends, much less invite them to- what? The tour bus he shared with his band? No, there was no point.

Much to Harry’s astonishment and embarrassment, Roe agreed. He nearly retracted his offer, afraid of the state his apartment might be in. Anxiety over how she’ll see his unwashed dishes and dirty carpet nearly overtook his every thought. She must have felt his unease and assured him how eager she was; cats were her favorite animal.

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Roe’s brows furrowed more deeply the longer the two of them rode the L. The closer they got to the inner city, the more her questions were answered. The glimmering rings he seemed to never take off, the wool coat, the aura of- something bigger than she had ever known; it made sense now, seeing the location of his apartment. The puzzle pieces were clear, she just didn’t know how they all fit together yet. She couldn't figure out what the picture was. And perhaps, she thought, she didn’t even have nearly enough puzzle pieces to begin with. One thing was for certain- a man like him didn't belong in the neighborhood they so regularly met in.

His apartment building was a ten-minute walk from the L station, but dusk surrounded them serenely, despite Chicago’s city life pulsing rapidly around them, so Roe didn't mind much. Harry avoided contact with Roe from the time they stepped onto the pavement until he unlocked his door, and she found it odd, but perhaps his anxiety had returned.

The moment they entered Harry’s apartment, the first thing that stole her attention were the large bay windows on the far side of the room. Night fell only minutes ago, but the city lights shone through the white curtains that bunched in front of the over sized glass, giving everything the illusion that it was sparkling. It shouldn’t have surprised her when a cat with brown and black markings leaped onto the kitchen counter beside her- she was the reason they were here, after all. Her paws thudded dully as she prowled towards them.

“Hello, darling, did you miss me?” Harry greeted.

He scratched behind her ear for a moment before opening the fridge to dish out the feline’s dinner from a tin. Magnets adorning the skylines of New York, Chicago, and Tokyo held various greeting cards on the center of the fridge. A coffee mug lay unwashed in the sink. Roe assumed a brightly colored image used to be plastered there but had since faded and chipped away with repeated use, leaving only specs of red, purple, and blue in an abstract shape.

Several picture frames of various sizes hung unevenly above an olive green couch that looked like it hadn’t been sat on since it was placed there, in the adjacent room. The pictures were too fuzzy to see from a distance, but given the warmth they radiated, she thought they must capture images of the people he loved most. She expected a large television to face the wall of frames but was surprised to find a nearly full wooden shelf instead. A small, pink record player sat near the top. Records, books, and candles filled the remaining shelves. On one of the middle ones, a miniature golden figurine of a plump woman lay atop a stack of yellowing papers.

Roe’s distracted gaze fell when she felt a gentle nudge against her shins. She always wanted a cat. She begged her parents for one for her tenth birthday. She assured them every day how responsible she could be- it would be no one’s problem but hers, and she almost convinced them, too. That year was one of the better ones. Her parents were mostly sober on weekdays, took her and her siblings to school on time, and even made dinner for them most nights. She knew adding a cat into the mix would be too much. Too perfect. Like a normal family. Her mom gave birth to the twins later that year. They never got a cat.

“She really likes you. She only does that to people she trusts. Usually, she just runs away.” Harry leaned against the counter with his hands rested in the pocket of his gray hoodie.

“What’s her name?”

“Ham.” Roe couldn’t help but let a single laugh escape before she covered her surprised grin with a hand. “Well, her full name is actually Hamlet, but she goes by Ham for short.”

“Why? Isn’t he a crazy murderer?”

“You’ve read it?”

“No, just tried helping my brothers with book reports. The internet is a helpful place.” Ham stretched her front paws up towards Roe’s thighs and arched her back with a pleasant meow, begging to be pet. “Why Hamlet?”

“I found her in a bookshop in Italy. She was sitting on a copy of the play. I thought it would be an amusing name.”

Roe nodded in agreement, although thought there had to be a more elegant name in the story more fitting for such a graceful and beautiful animal. But, for the life of her, she could not recall any of the other characters.

“My- an old friend of mine tried convincing me to change her name to Ophelia since I wanted a Shakespeare name, but she never responded to it. So. Ham.”

Ham continued raising her paws towards Roe, like a toddler asking to be held. She gave in and picked her up easily, tucking her into the crook of her right elbow. Harry stepped closer and scratched the small cat behind her ears. He may have been biased, but with his cat cradled in Roe's arms, she had never looked so serene. Most times, she shed the extra layer of sarcasm and the certain edge that hung on her voice if they were together at the diner rather than with the other male workers at the auto shop- perhaps another reason he preferred their time at the diner most. She was always kind. But, her edges softened the more time she spent in the diner. Now, Harry could barely tell she had edges at all. He wished she might like to be like this more often.

He only realized he leaned in to kiss her when she tensed, prompting Ham to worm out of her grasp. He froze in place. Their lips didn't touch, but he could feel her warm breath on his chin. He hoped it wasn’t just his imagination how erratic it was.

”I’m sorry. I just wasn't expecting-”

”No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to misread the signals.” He didn't want to apologize. He didn't want to return to his position leaning against the counter. But he did.

”You read right. You just caught me off guard, is all.”

This time, Roe fell into Harry. She grasped the pocket of his sweatshirt as their lips finally connected. This was the most they had ever touched since the moment they met. Roe always assumed he would be cold, given the number of layers he always wore. But now, warmth emanated from him. Roe slid a hand through his long curly hair without a second thought, effectively encouraging him to squeeze her hips.

When Ham meowed from her new spot on the counter behind Harry, they broke apart breathless, still exploring this newfound touch, afraid to be the first to let go. Harry searched her eyes for any more hesitation. When he found none, he dove back in and slid his hand down her left thigh, bringing her closer.

After a few moments, Roe pulled away again but grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him to the couch in the living room. A smile enveloped his face and he shook his head minutely at her unapologetic boldness. They dropped onto the stiff cushions with more vigor than intended, but neither seemed to care.

The vibration of Roe’s phone drew her from her sleep. She reluctantly sat up with a groan and saw the phone lit up under what looked like her jeans on the floor. The curtains in Harry’s living room were thin, but the sun had yet to rise, allowing the room to still be hugged in darkness. Roe gazed at Harry before answering. He laid still yet, unbeknownst to her, awake. She waited so long, it nearly went to voicemail, but she answered it nonetheless.

”Lucas. Why are you calling me at, ” Roe searched the room for a clock and found one hanging on the wall near the window, ”five in the morning?” Roe groaned but tried her best to keep her volume down as to not disturb Harry. Last night, they were both too tired to move from the couch after finishing and ended up falling asleep right there. Harry suggested transferring to his bed so they could have more space and be more comfortable, but Roe protested that she was already perfectly comfortable laying atop Harry’s chest. He was too endeared to challenge her any further.

”Where are you?”

”None of your business.”

”You better not be fucking Arielle. I told you, you need to let her go.”

”I'm just at a friend’s house. It was late, so I crashed here last night. I’m not fucking anyone, so just leave me alone.” An annoyed stillness passed between them before Roe asked, ”Why did you call, anyway?”

”I got called in for an early shift at the diner, Tito is sick. Need you to do the school run this morning.”

”Yeah, whatever, I'll be home soon.”

They hung up without exchanging goodbyes, but Roe couldn't find the energy to care. She pushed off the couch and tried her best not to disrupt the naked man in what she assumed to be his innocuous sleep. She got dressed relatively quickly, given the ungodly hour that Lucas decided to wake her. She contemplated saying goodbye to Harry, but in the end, she thought it best to just leave. Ham met her at the door, begging for attention. Roe gave her a scratch atop her head and slipped out the door without another thought.

When the door finally clicked shut, Harry sat up and ran his hands over his face. Who was she talking to? Why did she lie to them? Why did she leave without saying goodbye? He had never explicitly thought of Roe as anything more than a friend, and last night just happened so fast. Over the years, he’s had a couple of one-night stands; they’re inevitable for someone his age. It’s not typical that the other party stays in the morning, he knew that, but something about Roe leaving rubbed him the wrong way and he couldn’t explain why. Maybe it’s because he thought they actually resembled friends- she wouldn’t use him like that, would she? She’s given no indication of knowing his “celebrity status” (he hated that phrase), and he liked to think he can read people well. But there was always someone that slipped through his fingers.

Harry threw himself back into the couch and let it envelop him. He pulled a throw blanket over his body and tucked it under his chin. Wishing for sleep to return, he pressed his eyes shut, but his thoughts and heart raced too fast for him to calm down.

“What are you staring at?” Harry grumbled as Ham leaped onto the armrest of the couch. She hovered over his face, sitting stoically, “For a nonverbal animal, you’re awfully judgmental.”

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