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wrongplacerighttime · 2 months

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fratboy!harry x you

hi hi! its been awhile. finally finished this after 3834273 weeks it feels like. its also my first reader fic so....hope you like it HAHAHA.... :)

the one where your friends introduce you to Harry, you go on a trip and things get interesting. featuring a lake house, hiking, and a cherry sucker.

wc: 5.8k

tw: smut 18+, spanking, choking, light dom!harry dynamic, brief clit slapping, brief face slapping, lil bit of cum play, size kink, breeding kink if you squint. idk if i missed anything but as always let me know if i did :)

cherry sucker

Finding solace in the chirping birds and chattering on the street that could be heard from your open window, you stood in front of your closet, clad in a little white tank and baby blue undies, preparing your bag for a camping trip you and your friends had planned. Spring semester has concluded and this trip will commemorate the start of summer vacation. You daydream about the sun glistening off the ripples of the lake water, the smell of the grass wafting in the wind as the sun warms the earth while you pack your bag.

While you were excited for summer, you wanted to get a head start on your reading for fall semester. You had a textbook or two in the bottom of your bag—poli sci books, because you had heard the professor was relentless with his lesson plan and you wanted to go in with no surprises. You hear the faintest footsteps down stairs, growing louder the closer they drew up the stairs. Your door swings open and Faye strides through, red hair flowing behind her at the pace she was walking. She comes up behind you, smacking your ass making you yelp.

“Faye!” You squeal, clutching the cheek that was now turning red with your best friend's hand print.

“I’m so envious of your ass, I just had to.” She falls backwards on your bed, arms sprawling beside her. “It’s just so tempting.” She giggles and you turn back to your closet.

“I’m so glad we actually have time to see each other now that classes are over. School’s been so busy I feel like all I’ve done is sleep and go to class.”

“Is that why you have a fucking textbook in your bag?” Faye raises her eyebrow at your duffle and picks one up. “Russian socioeconomic structure? What even is this?”

“It’s for Professor Sykes. I’ve heard he's brutal and I want to be prepared.”

“You are not bringing this. You have a whole summer ahead of you to study.” Faye scoffs, pausing for a moment. “If you bring this book on this trip I’ll throw it in the lake myself.”

“Then you’ll owe me $200. Besides, what if I get bored?” You cross your arms over your chest and Faye looks at you like you’ve grown another head.

“There’s a lake! A lake!” She throws her hands up in the air, laughing at your determination. You bend down, opening your drawer and pulling out a skimpy yellow bikini to throw in your bag. “By the way, Josh is bringing a friend. His name’s Harry…Styles I think. Do you know him?” You shake your head.

“Know of him, don’t know him though.”

“Oh. Well he’s single…and kind of hot.” Faye giggles and you shake her head again.

“No thanks. I’m not really into the dating scene right now.”

“No one said anything about dating. Just maybe for a little…fun.” This time, it’s your turn to look at Faye like she’s the one who’s grown another head. “Fine. If you don’t want to…maybe he’ll be our third.” She wiggles her eyebrows and you widen your eyes in horror at her suggestion of asking Harry to join her and her boyfriend in their sexual endeavors.

Before you can get another thought in, heavy footsteps clamber up the stairs and it’s Josh, Harry in tow with a backpack slung over his shoulder and suddenly your room feels very small. Josh flicks his eyes to you, smiling and sitting next to Faye on your bed.

“Pauly and Alex are on their way. We’re putting all the shit in their car and you guys are gonna ride with us.” He says, gesturing his finger between the two of you and you nod. The window open brings a warm breeze into the room, blowing your sketchbook pages until it lands on one with a drawing of a man.

Not just any man…it was your ex. Your eyes flick to everyone and you rush over to shut it before anyone can catch it. It was an old drawing, and a hobby you hadn’t picked back up since things ended and you really didn’t feel like rehashing the breakup with Faye. Faye wasn’t the biggest fan of him, and for good reason after he cheated on you with the TA in one of his classes last semester.

Harry stands in the doorway, chewing gum between his molars, his jaw flexing and glances around your room—the bedroom of a girl whom he’d never met, and it felt very personal…like he was getting a peak into who you were as a person. An overflowing bookshelf, handmade drawings stuck to a corkboard on the wall over the desk. Faye and Josh were talking in hushed whispers and he tilted his head to the side as he had the perfect view of your ass as you were turned around and facing your desk. He smirks at the red hand mark left there, and he could feel his cock twitching in his pants at the thoughts running through his head. He drops his gaze as you turn back around to walk towards your closet again. His eyes meet yours and you smile, a greeting showing you were just being nice, and he wonders if you always walk around half dressed in front of strangers. He clears his throat.

“Sykes next semester?” He asks, voice with a hint of an accent you weren’t expecting and you nod.

“How’d you know?” He gestures his elbow towards your bag, the textbook on top of your clothes and your mouth forms and “O” and you nod.

“He teaches that entire fucking book every year. It’s such a snooze fest.” He pauses. “Do you like Russian literature?” You nod again, gesturing to your bookshelf filled with classics and fantasy and romance. You had a few authors on the shelf, but not as many as you would like. He brings his backpack around to his side, unzipping and reaching in. He pulls out a tattered book, crinkles in the cover and the corners turning up, all characteristics of a well loved piece and hands it to you. “Read this instead. A lot more interesting.” He smirks and your gaze drops to the words on the cover. A collection of poems by Anna Akhmatova. In the short conversation you were having you didn’t realize that you had been left alone with him. He smiles, a sly grin spreading on his lips almost like he knew he was about to be a menace.

“By the way, blue looks good on you.” He flicks his gaze down before meeting your eyes again. You feel your cheeks burning instantly as he walks out the door laughing to himself as he stumbles his way down the stairs, leaving you to finish packing alone.

The car ride to the cabin had everyone buzzing with anticipation. Faye had called shotgun, and you and Harry shared a look when she did. He smirked and you looked away and quickly climbed into the backseat. The entire ride you were consumed with a nervous energy that you couldn’t quite place. Harry had his hand splayed out on the seat beside you and when he leaned forward to talk to Josh, the tip of his pinky barely brushed your skin and you tried not to think about it too hard for the rest of the ride over.

It took no time for you to clamber out of the car and claim your room inside for the weekend. Tossing your bag onto the floor by the door, you flopped down on the fluffy mattress holding the book Harry lent you to your chest. You were fiddling with the cover when Faye waltzed in and leaned against the foot of the bed.

“Get up. We’re going on a hike.” She said giddy with excitement and you cocked your eyebrow at her.

“Think I’ll pass.”

“Not an option. Everyone else is going.” She crosses her arms and leans on the doorframe.

“I didn’t bring shoes for a hike.” You half laugh at her with a shake of your head and she narrows her eyes.

“You can wear a pair of mine. Let’s go.” Faye gestures and you groan, tossing the book back onto the bed with a soft thud against the duvet. You pad down the hallway after her, slumped over feigning protest like a toddler and she hands you a pair of her sneakers once you reach her room. Slipping them on, you plait your hair behind your head quickly and messily as you find your way to the foyer where everyone is gathered and waiting to leave. None of them look thrilled either as they follow Faye out the door to the path behind the house.

The June sun was high in the sky and the only reprieve you were able to get from the heat was the occasional shade of the trees along the path. You and Harry had fallen behind, the rest of the group up ahead and through heavy breaths you would sneak glances from the corner of your eye as the sun glistened off the light sheen of sweat coating his shoulders and his chest. He had popped a cherry sucker in his mouth not long ago and you watched as he moved it from one cheek to the other with his tongue and caught your mind wandering to what his tongue might feel like running along the expanse of your skin. You walk in silence, hands brushing slightly from the uneven terrain and you want to apologize for repeatedly bumping him but you don’t.

“Does she always make you do shit like this?” He huffs from behind you, stepping over a fallen limb.

“Unfortunately.” You grumble back, trying not to roll your ankle stepping over rocks bigger than the palm of your hand.

Even though this hike was the last thing Harry wanted to be doing, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed your company, though little conversation had been exchanged since the moment in your room. His eyes trailed over your body, noticing the bead of sweat rolling down your chest and his tongue darts out over his lips, wanting nothing more than to trail his tongue down the same path. He watched the way your thighs flexed as you stepped over limbs and branches and he thought about them wrapped around his waist, driving into you over and over while your fingers leave marks over his torso. He pulls his shirt over his head, unable to take the heat of the afternoon any longer and he tucks it into the waistband of his shorts. He’s noticed you watching him too, stealing glances out of the corner of your eye and biting your teeth into the pillowy flesh of your bottom lip. He’s convinced that he could do anything and you’d melt into the palm of his hand, so desperate to please him and be good for him. He smirks to himself as you divert your eyes ahead, away from his now bare torso and towards the ground.

He looks at you briefly before his eyes flick ahead, and you don’t know that he’s judging how long it would take for your friends to notice if he pulled you out of sight for a moment. He decides it’s worth the risk, lightly grabbing your arm and pulling you behind a nearby tree. You feel the bark against your back as he cages your head between his arms and you look up at him with wide eyes. All you can hear is the pounding of your heart against your ribcage at his close proximity.

So close you can smell the cherry on his breath, hear the faint sound as the confection clatters against his teeth. Your eyes focus on the white stick poking from between his lips and he watches you. His hands dig into the roughness of the oak and his chest pressed against yours. Suddenly the heat of the afternoon feels suffocating. He brings his own hand to his mouth, plucking the stick from between his teeth and the sticky residue touches your lips. Upon instinct, your tongue darts out to collect, catching the sweetness and savoring it for a moment.

“Open.” His voice is low and gravelly, and for some reason you find yourself obeying his command before you can even think too hard about it. Your lips part and you stick out your tongue in anticipation, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you and he hums. “Can y’hold this for me, puppy?”

A heat swirls in your core, and without noticing your thighs clench together and a whine escapes your throat as you nod. Harry places the sweet candy on your tongue and your lips wrap around the stick slick from his own salivation. “Good girl.” He mutters, stepping away and creating space between the two of you. You snap out of the trance you seemingly had fallen into and scurry away, catching up to your friends and leaving him laughing behind you.

Nightfall comes before you have a chance to think about it. You had taken a quick nap after you returned from the hike and it was much needed, considering your mind was going haywire and you just needed a break from your thoughts drifting to Harry. It was quiet out here, you and Harry the only ones left sitting next to the fire Josh and Pauly had started a couple of hours ago. You were huddled up under a blanket, the air blowing off the lake making it feel colder than it actually was. Frogs were humming by the water and the crickets were chirping in the grass, the sounds of nature around you made you feel calm. You had the book Harry had loaned you resting against your thigh as you read the prose on the weathered pages. Harry had his head leaned back, fingers weaved together on his chest with his eyes closed. Occasionally you would peek over at him and he seemed tranquil. You weren’t sure why he was still here with you, but maybe he was just enjoying the fire like you were. You had purposely avoided him after the incident on the hike, the memory still causing an arousal to pool beneath the denim of your shorts and you tried like hell to push it from your mind.

“Let’s swim.” He states, pulling you from your thoughts. You raised your brow at him, a quizzical look.

“I’ll pass.” You blow out a laugh and he turns his head towards you then.

“Why? Faye and Josh are off somewhere, probably fucking, and Pauly and Alex are doing bong rips inside. Not really a fan of that…they're incessantly annoying when they’re high. So let’s go swim.” He says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as if it was the most sound choice of activity for this time of night.

“It’s cold, and I’m actually enjoying this book of poems you lent me.” You tell him, and because you’re not looking at him at that second you don’t see the way the corner of his mouth twitches into a half smile.

“Anna Akhmatova is interesting. But you have all weekend to read it.” He turns to face you then, you catch the movement out of your peripheral.

“I also have all weekend to swim.” You tease him. He’s silent for a moment and you turn the page to read the next poem. He shifts in his seat.

“Alright. I didn’t want it to have to come to this…” He says, sighing. He stands, making his way over to you. Before you can process what he’s doing, he snatches the book and throws it onto a neighboring chair. In one swift movement, he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks towards the dock. You thrash and kick but it’s no use, not when he’s stronger than you’ll ever be.

“Harry! Put me down!” You exclaim, laughing in the process and you feel his chest against your thighs. He doesn’t respond. “Okay! I surrender. I’ll swim with you. Please just don’t throw me in.” You try to reason with him and he stops, pausing his movements and taking in your words. He plants your feet on the weathered wood, and you look up at him with narrowed eyes as he smiles down at you, a crooked grin that had your knees feeling weak. “That wasn’t funny. I don’t have a swim suit on either.”

“I guess that gives us a perfect excuse to go skinny dipping then.” He states as if there’s nothing wrong with that scenario.

“Respectfully, no. I’ll swim in my clothes.” You counter back.

“Sweet girl, it’s nothing you or I haven’t seen before. Be mature.” He teases and you want to laugh, but you cross your arms over your chest, instinctively making yourself smaller. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of his shorts before looking back at you, noticing your hesitation and he stops. “We really don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He puts his hands on your arms, and you shake your head, looking out at the ripples on the surface lit by the moon.

“No it’s—I’m not—it’s fine. I want to. I just haven’t really taken my clothes off in front of a guy in—since…” You pause, collecting your thoughts before looking up at him. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t know why I’m being this way. I think I’m just nervous.”

“You don’t have to feel that way around me. Promise.” He smiles and turns back around, pushing his shorts down so you have a view of his bare ass. Your cheeks redden as you avert your gaze elsewhere, and he jumps into the water with a splash. You can’t see him, not until he pokes his head back up and shakes the water from his hair. “It feels great.” He covers his eyes with his hands. “I won’t look if you don’t want me to. Not until you’re in the water.” He says and you nod, and then realizing he can’t see you clear your throat.

“Okay.” Your voice feels small. Hesitantly you unbutton your shorts, sliding them down along with your underwear and pulling the sweatshirt over your head leaving you bare and exposed, and you hoped and prayed that Alex and Pauly weren’t watching out the window. You drop it to the dock, your clothes and his making separate piles, taking a step towards the edge and looking down into the water. Here goes nothing, you say to yourself and leap in. And he was right, it really did feel great. It envelopes around you as you swim upwards and breach the surface, wiping your eyes and opening them. He’s there in front of you, a smile plastered on his face.

“See, s’not so bad, right?” He asks and you shake your head again as you tread the water. And you both stay like that for a while, swimming and floating. He floats on his back and you try a little too hard to not let your gaze travel south, focusing on his face and how content he looks with his eyes closed. You’re too busy staring at the tattoos littering his torso when he says something you don’t quite catch.

“Hm?” Your gaze flits back to his face and he’s smiling.

“I said,"Do you like what you see?” He laughs and you can feel your cheeks redden because he caught you staring at him.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize sheepishly and he swims over to you, closing the distance and you bite back a grin at the close proximity.

“Don’t need to apologize, sweet girl.” He says, his voice low and he brings his hand up to thumb over your lips, parting them before his thumb runs over your cheek. “Be lying if I said I haven’t been staring at you all night.” He confesses and you think if you were nervous before, then you’re not sure what you’re feeling right now. It feels like a stampede of elephants is running through your belly as he runs the backs of his fingers across your cheek. You decide to just rip the bandaid off and go for it. Your hands find his face and you crash your lips to his, and he’s taken off guard but the next second his hands dip under the water and he pulls you into him, the warmth of your bodies melding together underneath the surface. Upon instinct, your legs wrap around his waist as you push your chest into him, causing him to tighten his grip on your waist, dimpling the skin beneath his fingertips.

It was almost like neither of you needed to speak, once the kiss had broken you both swam fervently towards the dock. He hoists you up by your waist, quickly dressing just to go inside and get undressed again. He pulls you by your hand towards the cabin, and you say a silent prayer that your friends who were in here made their way outside.

By the grace of some higher power, the house was empty and the air inside was cold and smelled of the aftershocks of bong rips and a half smoked joint. Harry pulled you down the hall, into his room, and shut the door behind him with a click of the lock.

He smirks and he pushes you down into the bed, hair wet and sticking to the skin of your neck. He crawls over you after pulling your shorts off and throwing them somewhere across the room, slotting a knee between your thighs and instinctively you grind against him, gripping onto his biceps. He hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties and slides them down your thighs in one swift move, and you kick them the rest of the way off in anticipation.

“Been thinking about taking those off since I saw you prancing around your room in them this morning.” His voice drops an octave as he ghosts the tip of his nose along your cheek , tracing the outline of your jaw as you desperately move your hips seeking for any friction it would give you. He pulls back, looking over your features and you can see his pupils blown from his own pleasure.

“Look at you.” He coos, clicking his tongue behind his teeth. “Taking before I can even give anything to you, so selfish.” He purrs, and somehow the tone of it makes you stop, halting the movement of your hips.

“No. Go ahead, angel. Wanna watch you get yourself off just from riding my thigh. Need it so bad, can’t even help yourself.” He coos, but his tone is condescending and you almost question him. He raises a brow, running a thumb over your cheek delicately. The harsh tone of his voice and the softness of his touch playing mind games with you. “Do it. Be a good girl.” He encourages you, and you feel like it’s a trap.

“N-no. Want whatever you wanna give me. I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.” You pout your lower lip out and he thumbs over it, pulling it down before it bounces back into place. You like that he takes initiative, being dominant over you like it comes so easily for him. He can see the wheels in your mind turning and he cocks his head to the side.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just never done this before. Never had someone be…” You trail off, but he nods like he already knew what you were going to say.

“I see. Sweet girl’s never had someone take control over her?” You shake your head. He rolls his lip between his teeth, eyes flittering around your face. “But you crave it, don’t you? Just wanna be a cock-drunk little slut? Wanna have someone filling you, telling you what to do?” His words penetrate your brain and your eyes flutter closed. “Answer me. Is that what you want?” He demands and you nod, faster than you ever have and he flashes his pretty smile at you.

“Yes. Please.” Finding your voice, begging him. He shifts, pressing his thigh into your center and a whimper falls from your lips, the heat growing between your thighs.

“Go.” He leans down, pressing his lips to your pulse point and trailing kisses down your collar bone. Slowly, your hips begin to move and you’re almost embarrassed at your arousal coating his skin, glistening in the soft glow of the lamp. You push the thoughts away, focusing on your pleasure as you feel his hardening length against your thigh, pressing into you. You reach down, palming him through the material before he grabs your wrist and pins it above your head. “Didn’t tell you you could touch.” He mumbles against your skin and you whine in protest. Your hips move faster now, and you’re so close. Just as you’re about to tip over the edge, he pulls away and your lungs deflate, a breath being taken away from you. He stands over you, pushing his shorts down and your eyes widen at the sight of him. You want to reach out and grab him, pump his cock with your hand but you refrain. He leans over you again, planting kisses down your chest and dipping in the valley between your tits, his nose ghosting over your skin.

“Want you to tell me red if you wanna stop, okay? Green if you wanna keep going. Got it?” He asks and you nod. He peeks up at you through his lashes and cocks his brow. “Words, puppy. Can’t hear a nod or a shake.”

“Yes. I’m—yes. Got it” You’re breathless with your answer. He peppers small kisses over your navel, gripping your hips between his fingers as his head dips lower, kissing the insides of both thighs, trailing his tongue over your skin and purposely skipping over your weeping hole just to make you squirm under his grip. He parts you open then, collecting your arousal on his tongue and the wicked sensation makes your back arch from the bed, pushing your core closer to him and he forces you back down.

“Uh-uh. Stay still or I’ll stop.” He mumbles, and a whine bubbles in your throat. He laps lazily st your core, circling and flattening his tongue over your clit as you try your hardest to keep your hips still. His fingers dimple your skin, digging into the muscle underneath. He knew he was gripping hard enough to leave small bruises in the shape of his fingertips, and he wanted to. Wanted you to remember his head between your thighs as you shattered just from the flick of his tongue against your sensitive bud. You’re a mess of moans and panting his name over and over. He pulls your clit between his teeth and your hips jolt upwards and he pushes you back down to the mattress. He pulls away, and your chest heaves at the loss of contact but a cry escapes your throat when he lands a light smack to your center, and the pain morphes into pleasure as tears well up in your eyes at the sting.

“Told you to stay still. Can’t follow simple directions, angel?”

“M’s—sorry.” You gasp and he glances up at you, noticing your wet lashes and he props himself up on his elbows.

“What's your color, sweet girl?” His tone is gentle, planting a soft kiss to the top of your thigh and peeking up at you from under his lashes.

“Green.” You answer eagerly and he smiles against your skin, crawling back up to level with your eyes. His lips find yours and you open, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth against your own, the room around you melting away. It’s slow, sensual and full of desire. He doesn’t pull away as he lines himself up with you, the tip of his cock teasing your aching hole and you move your hips trying like hell to get him further inside.

“So needy.” He mumbles against your lips and pulls your bottom one between his teeth, nipping gently. He pushes into you slowly, your mouth dropping open as he lays his forehead against your collarbone. “So tight, sweet girl. I don’t think m’gonna fit.” He pushes into you further, teeth marking your skin as he groans against your skin and you whine at the sting of him stretching you.

“Fuck, Harry.” You whimper, he cages your head between his hands, holding himself up as his biceps flex and extend, the sinewy tissue underneath his skin prominent. He looks down between your bodies, where he's halfway sheathed inside your pussy and he chuckles, a breathy laugh that morphs into a sigh.

“Pretty little pussy looks so pitiful like this. Can’t do it, puppy.” He pants, and you know somewhere in the back of your mind that he’s just playing a part, but it doesn’t stop the cry that escape from your throat as you beg him to fuck you.

“Please, Harry. Need you. Want you so much. Can take it, promise. Please.” You look up at him with wide eyes and he admires you for a moment, taking in the pout playing on your pretty mouth that he just wants to kiss away, the tears welling in your eyes that he’ll wipe away if they fall. The need in your voice letting him know you’d do anything he asks of you in this moment.

“Alright, I’ll give it to you. Gonna go slow til you’re all stretched out f’me.” He palms your thighs, hiking them around his waist and continues to fill you, your head lulling to the side as your eyes flutter closed and your jaw falls slack when he reaches to the hilt, balls resting against your ass as his head falls back. “So fucking good, angel. Look at me, wanna see those pretty eyes.”

So you listen, do the best you can to force your eyes open as he starts to rock his hips into you, pulling out to the tip before filling you up again and again. He hikes your leg over his shoulder, kissing down your calf as he sets his rhythm, going deeper from this angle. His eyes never leave yours as he groans and nibbles on your skin, peppering small bites and then soothing with his tongue. He hits the right spot every time, and when your eyes finally betray you and fall closed, you feel a smack land on your cheek. Not hard, but just enough to sting and you whimper.

“Thought you were a good girl.” He says through gritted teeth and he drives into you harder.

“I-I am. Want to be good for you.” He grunts at your response, he pulls out and flips you over before pulling your ass up in the air so you sit on your knees with your face down in the mattress. He palms your ass, landing a smack to your cheek. He rubs over the spot gently, soothing as you push closer into his touch and he's climbing behind you, lining up and pushing back in and it feels even better from this angle. Hitting every spot just right and you swear you see stars. He reaches around you, pushing on your tummy just under your navel and wraps his other hand around your throat lightly, pulling you up.

Your back is flush with his chest, skin sticking together from the light sheen of sweat coating both your bodies. One hand squeezing the sides of your neck and the other pressing still on your belly and he nips at your ear.

“Can feel me all the way in your tummy, can’t you? This is what you like right? Nobody’s ever had you like this have they?” He whispers and you shake your head. His hand finds yours and he brings it back to the spot just below your belly button. “Feel that? Feel me so deep in this pretty pussy. Gonna get you all full of me, fill you with my babies.” He grits and squeezes your neck a little harder, the corners of your vision darkening before he lets go and you take in a full breath, feeling high on him…and he’s all you know. His words, his hands roaming your body and his cock stretching you.

“Harry, I’m so close.” You breathe out and he grunts, lips ghosting over your shoulder blade.

“I know…can feel you squeezing my cock so tight angel. C’mon. Cum for me.” He encourages you and you shatter around him, pussy pulsing around him bringing him to his own release as he paints inside you. He wastes no time pulling out and you topple over from your legs feeling weak and he dips down behind you. You feel him dripping out of your hole, and his fingers spread you open. Pushing one inside with no warning, he fucks his cum back inside of you with his fingers and you hum, unable to make any other noise and he chuckles behind you.

“Like being filled like this? Look so pretty full of me, dripping out of you. Never gonna forget it.” He mutters, planting a kiss on the small of your back before standing. Finding the energy to roll over, he offers his fingers to you and you take them between your lips and taste the mix of both of you on his fingers. He curses under his breath at the sight of you, feeling his cock twitching back to life and he pulls them away to stop himself thinking about fucking you again and again.

You slept in his bed that night.

The weekend ended all too quickly, and you were half asleep in the back seat of Josh’s car with your head resting on the window, holding Harry’s book on your thighs and fiddling wither cover, something you had become accustomed to as you read the prose on the pages or when you closed in while engaging in conversation. Truthfully, you didn’t know if you’d see him in that capacity again after this weekend and didn’t know if you wanted to go back to being strangers that passed each other in the economics building on campus.

Josh pulled up to the house you and Faye shared, and Harry follows you out of the car. He retrieves your bag from Pauly’s car for you, carrying it up to your room and putting it down on your bed. You almost felt like you were having deja vu, the scene similar to one from Thursday afternoon, except this time you weren’t half naked in front of him and he wasn’t just a stranger in your room anymore. You look around, then to the floor before meeting his eyes and he smirks as he leans against your doorframe.

“Here.” You hand him the book but he puts his hands up, shaking his head.

“Keep it.” He says, and you almost refuse but accept it anyway. He bites the inside of his cheek, shifting his weight and shoving his hands in his pockets. He steps closer, brushing your hair behind your ear as you look up at him. “Don’t be a stranger, angel.”

“I won’t be.”

He leaves you there, standing in the middle of the room with his book clutched to your chest with a cheesy grin plastered on your face.

And you knew it wouldn't be the last time you saw Harry Styles.

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wysteria-clad · 2 years

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Moon boys' reaction to see you casually naked for the first time

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: mentions of nudity (duh) and sex

a/n: something quick to fulfill my daily moon boys fluff need

genre: fluff

tags: @twwcs @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @devilish-mirage @fayes-fics @syrma-sensei

Steven:

You wrapped in nothing but your fluffy orange towel was the first thing Steven saw when he opened his eyes. He was absolutely stunned at the sight, even though you had sex last night.

"Hey, sleeping beauty" you called out with a wide grin on your face.

If he was till sleepy, he was not anymore. He opened and closed his mouth.

How did a gorgeous woman like you fell for him?

You dropped your towel, and strode towards him. "Morning, handsome" you leaned over to press a kiss to his head. Striding over the closet, you put on your panty and pulled up your comfy pants.

"Hello, love"

Oh, he could get used to this morning view.

"I'll go and make your favorite breakfast, now," you spoke, pulling a t-shirt over your head and walking out of the bed room.

He smiled to himself thinking about how lucky he was.

Marc:

"Yes, it's all in the file!" you let out a sigh.

Marc watched you rummage through the drawers, your phone pressed between your neck and shoulder as you got out of the shower. Your hair was still wet, beads of water clinging to your lips and rolling down your chin with every words you spoke into the phone.

It was a busy morning.

He couldn't help but smirk. He has seen you naked multiple times before of course, but this casual intimacy of you getting ready in front of him made him feel things the way he thought was impossible.

You really needed to hurry up for work.

"Where is it?" you mumbled to yourself, looking for you favourite bra. "Hm? No, no. It's nothing." You grabbed your favorite panty, pulling it over your legs.

He walked towards you with a soft smile. "Here, let me", he took off the bra from your hand and helped you put it on.

"Thanks, baby" you gave him a quick peck, smiling.

He moved behind you and slowly kissed your right shoulder blade.

"No, I'm talking to my boyfriend. Yes, yes, I'll be there in a few"

Your boyfriend. He smiled, kissing your left shoulder blade. This is a nice rountine. How easily you fitted into their lives, it felt like you've always been there with him.

His fingers caressed your skin as he hooked your bra.

With a sigh, you ended the call.

You felt his lips on the spot just below your neck. "Baby, I have to get to work" you groaned at the thought of abandoning his pretty lips.

He chuckled. "You know I love you, right?" he turned you around so you could see his face. He deep brown eyes looked painfully soft, it made you melt. He reaches out to stroke your cheek with the back of his fingers.

"I know" you nodded into his touch, leaning closer and kissing him.

Jake:

You were completely drenched in the rain. Shivering, you quickly stripped off your wet clothes to change into dry, warm ones.

The way Jake's gaze roamed over your body left you feeling flustered. No, his gaze wasn't ravenously hungry, no. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he ever saw. To him, you were. It was the first time he saw your naked body when he wasn't fucking you to the oblivion.

"Eres tan hermosa, princesa"

That comment made your cheeks warm, you averted your eyes from his, looking anywhere but his face.

He moved closer to you, his finger slowly tilting up your chin to make you look at him.

"Amorcito," he wrapped a soft towel around your shivering body.

"Thanks, baby" you smiled, graciously accepting it and drying your body.

He left you to get dressed into something comfortable. After few minutes, he came back with another soft towel and a cup of hot chocolate.

"Aw, Jake" that man made your heart melt into a puddle. "Thank you" you hugged his torso despite both of his hands were busy.

"Little help, querida?" you felt his chuckle reverberating against your body.

"Oops" you grabbed the cup from him, placing it carefully on bedside table.

Soon, you were cuddled to his side, drinking hot chocolate and watching your favourite show together, while he dried off your wet hair with the soft towel.

The way this man went soft for you, the way his eyes held nothing but fondness when he looked at you made your heart flutter with happiness and love.

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eres tan hermosa, princesa - you are so beautiful, princess.

amorcito - sweetie

querida - darling

#steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley imagine #steven grant fluff #marc spector fluff #jake lockley fluff #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight fluff #moon knight

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adriennebarnes · 3 months

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Prison For Life pt. 2

Paring: Walter Marshall x Hispanic/Latina Reader

Summary: more of Walter and Y/N’s relationship

A/N: there are probably many spelling mistakes

I'm no damsel in distress, no But I like assertiveness, so

Y/N and Walter have been dating for almost a year now and she was sleeping over at Walter's house. It was the middle of the night and Y/N woke to get a drink of water when she heard a noise that definitely did not come from her. She walked to Walter's side of the bed and started shaking him awake.

"Guapo, guapo, wake up." Y/N whispered as she shook him.

"Mm, baby girl, its late, we'll play later." Walter said, snuggling up to the bed and Y/N slapped his shoulder.

"No seas payaso, I heard something coming from downstairs, I’m gonna check.” Y/N said. She grabbed the hockey stick that Walter keeps in the closet but Walter got up from bed and took the hockey stick out of her hand. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up.

“Darling, I’ll go check downstairs. Relax, stay calm, I’ll be back.” Walter kissed her forehead and he walked downstairs to check where the noise was coming from to see his daughter raiding his fridge. “Faye? What are you doing her? I thought you were supposed to be with your mom.”

“I was. But then I went to this party and your house is closer. What is this?” Faye asks Walter, holding up a Tupperware full of food Y/N cooked.

“It’s lomo saltado.” Walter said, Faye shrugs her shoulders and starts beating up the food in the microwave “Does your mom know you’re here?” Walter asked.

“I called her before getting an Uber here, I am not that irresponsible, father. Is she upstairs?” Faye asked.

“Yes, she woke me up because of the noise she heard downstairs.” Walter said.

“Sorry, it’s hard to raid a refrigerator quietly when there is so much Tupperware, when does she find the time to cook?” Faye asked. She took out the food from the microwave and started eating it. “It’s really good, I’m glad you stopped eating those frozen dinners.”

“Just wash it when you’re done, do you need me to set up the guest bedroom?” Walter asked.

“I can set it up myself, dad. Go with your girlfriend, get some sleep, love you.” Faye said, hugging Walter.

“Love you too, don’t stay up too late.” Walter said, kissing her forehead and went upstairs. He entered his bedroom and saw Y/N in bed. “Everything is fine, it was just Faye.” Walter gets under the covers.

“Thank you for checking.” Y/N said.

“I’ll always check downstairs for strange noises, either with a hockey stick, baseball bat, or my gun.” Walter said, he wrapped his arm around Y/N.

“Do you even play hockey or baseball?” Y/N asked.

“It’s Minnesota, the police department has hockey games with the fire department.” Walter said and Y/N laughed.

“Oh, que funny, that’s hilarious. Okay, Goodnight, oso gruñón, i love you.” Y/N gave Walter a kiss.

“You did not just call me ‘grumpy bear’, baby girl.” Walter said.

“I’m sleeping, can’t hear you.” Y/N said and Walter laughed to himself and just spooned her, falling asleep peacefully.

Wrap your arm around me babe And say that you’ll keep me safe

Walter was making popcorn while Y/N was on the couch with a blanket over her, they were watching a scary movie, 16 months of dating.

"Walter, te lo juro juradito if you don't get your ass back here." Y/N started

"Mi vida, the popcorn is almost done." Walter said,

"Why the hell are we watching a horror movie?" Y/N asked.

"I distinctly remember you saying that you could handle a scary movie, I told you that we could watch one of those romcoms that you like, but you insisted. So we are watching a horror movie because of you. Besides, aren't you a big fan of Supernatural? Horror movies should be no problem." Walter said, pouring the popcorn into a big bowl.

"Supernatural is different, it stops being scary after season 5, honeslty. Most of the episodes are about monsters and demons, the scariest epsiodes are when it was humans behind the killings. Also, there was a fucking crossover with Scooby Doo, not scary, now sit, I don't like where this is going." Y/N said

Walter leaves the kitchen and sits beside Y/N, immediately wrapping his arm around her, pulling her to snugglie into him, which she does gladly. There was a jumpscare and Y/N hid inthe crook of his neck. Walter chuckled, rubbing her back attempting to soothe her. Walter the leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"It is just a movie, I'll always be here to keep you safe, no matter what." Walter kissed the top of her head and changed the movie. "You clearly need to watch 'Confessions of a Shopaholic' after that." Walter said and Y/N perked up.

"I love Hugh Dancy! He was so cute in that movie, but he will always be prince Charmont to me." Y/N said.

"Is he the reason why you like British guys?" Walter asked,

"Yes, yes he is." Y/N said.

"I need to send him thank you letter, maybe a gift, lets watch the movie." Walter said, getting comfortable again with his arm wrapped around Y/N.

I know it's bad to fantasize About robbers and bad guys But if he were there to save the day, ha Think I'd let that man marry me

Walter was cooking in Y/N’s apartment and shewas sipping wine, watching him, a year and a half into the relationship.

"Oso, are you sure you don't want help?" Y/N asked.

"I'm fine, hermosa, I really want to get this recipe right, I don't want you to have to do all the cooking." Walter said.

"Thats sweet, Oso." Y/N said, she walked over to where he was standing and kissed his cheek. She went back to where she was and like most women do, she asked a hypothetical question. "Hey Oso, what would you do of someone broke into the house?"

"What?" Walter turned away from the stove, looking at Y/N

"If we were home and someone broke into the house to try and rob us or kidnap me, or whatever, what would you do?" Y/N asked.

"Why are you asking?" Walter said.

"I dont know, curiousity, boredom, just answer the question."

"If they try to rob us, I'll put you behind me and tell you to call 911 or text Harper so he could send squad cars immediately. I'll keep you out of harm's way. If they try to kidnap you, I am putting my fight training and gun to use, because anyone who lays a finger on your head, theirs would be on the ground next." Walter said.

"That was such an amazing answer." Y/N said.

"What can I say? I am very protective." Walter said and he turned away so he could focus on the sauce.

I know I can protect myself (Ah) But when you do it for me, it's hot as hell (Ah) You got my heart, you know me too well (Ah) Think I'd even send you love letters in jail (Ah)

Y/N was at the bar drinking with her friends to celebrate Monica's promotion.

“Hey, I think I'm gonna call it a night. ” Y/N commented.

“Of course you are! If i had a man like yours, I would be dying to go home and let him do whatever he wanted to me.” Y/N's bestie. Isabela slurred, the other girls laughed.

"Yes! Girl, you gotta tell me something, how is he in bed? How BIG is he?" Monica asked.

"Okay I'm not answering that." Y/N said, walking away so she could call Walter.

"He has to be amazing and pretty big, I've seen the way she walks after she spends a night with Walter." Another friend, Tori, said. Y/N shook her head giggling before calling Walter. It took two rings for him to pick up.

"Hey baby girl, how's your night out with your friends?" Walter asked as he was making a coffee.

“Hey Oso, my night is good, my friends are a little tipsy, I'm spent though, can you pick me up?” Y/N answered, folding the laundry.

“Sure thing, baby girl, let me just coat, which bar are you at again?” Walter asked as he put on his coat and got his keys.

“You know the bar that's by the ice cream shop where we had our first date?” Y/N asked, sitting at the bar to wait for Walter, Walter smiled at the memory.

“Yeah, I know the one, I'm on my way, baby girl, love you.” Walter said before hanging up the phone, leaving the house and getting into his truck.

Y/N stayed at the bar so Walter doesn't have to look for her but it looks like it was a bad idea because an older man sat next to her.

"How you doin', doll, can I buy you a drink?" he asked her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I'm fine, but I don't accept that drink, thank you though." Y/N said, trying to be polite and avoid confrontation.

"Oh come on, whats the matter? A sexy woman like you alone in a bar amd you're not accepting my drink?" the man asked.

"I am not alone and i have a boyfriend." Y/N said, again rejecting the man.

"Every woman says that." The man said and Y/N had enough so she got up from the chair and tried to walk away when the man grabbed her wrist, thats when Y/N's friends spotted her and went over to the bar. The one time Y/N doesn't bring her knife, what a nightmare.

"Let go of our friend right now." Monica said.

"Tori, go get security." Isabela said. Tori did as she asked. Walter then entered the bar and spotted that his baby girl was in a situation.

"Your friend here was being a bitch." the man said.

"She has a boyfriend, now let her go." Monica demanded.

"I don't see him." The man said and thats when Walter appeared next to the women.

"Now you do, what seems to be the problem?" Walter asked. Walter easily towered over the man.

"This cabrón is pissed that i said no to a drink and now he won't let go." Y/N addressed Walter, looking up at him..

"Let go of her sir before we have a real problem." Walter threated. The man let go of Y/N and she went with Monica and Isabela.

"Next time don't let your girl leave the house dressed like a whore, bitch was asking for some attention." That was when Walter said 'fuck being civil' and punched the guy in the face."

"Don't ever speak that way about my girl again or it will be the last thing you do." Walter said over the man on the ground.

Looks like this man wasn't going down easily and he got up, trying to punch Walter but Walter had police training and it became a full blown fight between these two men. When Tori finally got security, he called the police and Walter and the man were put in different holding cells because Walter knew if that dumbass kept running his mouth, Walter was going to spend the night in jail. Y/N came in and posted bail for Walter, an officer walked out to Y/N with Walter and his belongings.

“Since Detective Marshall explained the man had his hands on you and of course him being an officer, this is a warning.” The officer said. "Next time its a cell." He warned Walter.

“Thank you, officer. Vámonos Oso.” Y/N said, holding the door open for Walter so they could leave. Once they’re in the car, no one spoke a word.

“I’m fine, baby girl.” Walter said, breaking the silence. “I’m not hurt at all.” Y/N was still silent. “Listen, I’m sorry i scared you, I lost my temper and I wish you didn’t see that. But he doesn’t get to badmouth you in front of me and walk away with his teeth still intact.”

“Im not scared that you hit him.” Y/N said.

“Then what scared you?” Walter asked.

“It scared me how much I liked you going all protective like that.” Y/N said and Walter paused for a second.

“You’re telling me that me going all caveman on that bastard is attractive to you?” Walter questioned.

“You know I can protect myself, but you are always there to protect me, and I find that very hot. It was very primal in a way.” Y/N said. “And for some reason I like it.”

“But how far is too far?” Walter asked, genuinely curious.

“I’ll tell you this, Walter, if you end up in jail for murdering a guy because you’re defending me or protecting me, I will write you love letters.” Y/N said seriously. Walter out his hand on Y/N’s thigh, rubbing his thumb over it before grabbing her hand and kissed the back of her hand.

I'm a feminist obviously (Oh) But I wouldn't really mind him savin' me (Savin' me) And I know that I'm fine without a man (Without a man) But I think I'd like his protection And God knows that I don't need no one But pretending that I do is kind of fun (Kind of fun) Yeah, I know that I'm fine without a man But I think I'd like his protection (I'd like his protection) I'm just bein' honest, can't change what I like I'll never forget it, he told me one night (Night) "If anybody hurts you, oh I'm goin' to prison for life"

Y/N’s friends were over for hot chocolate and pan dulce and Walter was busy installing a new light in Y/N’s bedroom.

“Hey love, can you get my toolbox? I left it in the living room!” Walter called out.

“Sure thing, Oso.” Y/N said. “I’ll be right back, ladies.” Y/N got the toolbox off the living room table and went to her room where saw saw Walter on a ladder, wearing a gray t-shirt, blue jeans, and his tool belt.

“Thank you baby girl.” He got down from the ladder to kiss her. “Save me a concha please, the chocolate one.”

“Of course, Oso.” Y/N said, she got into the kitchen and her 3 friends stared at her. “What? Like you don’t have husbands doing this stuff?”

“Yeah, we have husbands, but didn’t you tell us that your dad taught you how to fix this stuff so you wouldn’t depend on a man?” Tori said.

“Well I know how to do things but I don’t want to have to, you know? Like can i take my car to the shop? Of coarse I can! Do I want to? No, Walter takes it for me and I don’t get hustled.”

“Love that for you.” Isabela said.

“Yeah, he’s the best, would do anything for me. He’s protective.” Y/N said. “But seriously, don’t eat all the conchas, Walter wants a chocolate one.”

An hour later, the friends left and Walter finished the maintenance in Y/N’s room.

“Ooh yes, a chocolate concha.” Walter said as he sat at the table to eat it.

“Thanks for installing my light.” Y/N said.

“Yeah of course, as long as your with me, apartment maintenance is my job.” Walter said, kissing her.

“Thank you. Quick question; you remember what you said to me a year ago? When you saw my scar?” Y/N asked.

“You mean where I said I would go to prison for life to protect? Of course, and I still mean it, and I’ll always mean it.” Walter did, kissing her again.

The End

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#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #henry cavill x reader #walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #henry cavill #night hunter #walter marshall

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thenextdawn-backup · 1 year

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Last Seen

Word count: 2.0K

Summary: request here

Warnings: mentions of blood and of domestic abuse, shooting in school, depression

Pairing: Vada Cavell X Fem!Reader

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You never had the best of the relationship with your parents, or well, parent. Your mother had died when you were young and ever since your father has been getting drunk and high, beating you and your little sister up, which is why you had been saving up money and when you turned 16 you had started renting your own place, where you could live with your little sister, Faye. She was the sweetest little girl, four years younger than you and you’ve raised her ever since you started living alone, two years ago. When you were back home with your father, he would always try to beat her up too, but you would always stand out in front of her and receive the beating yourself instead of letting her get hurt.

Luckily though you weren’t completely alone. For two years now you have been in a relationship with Vada Cavell. She was and has always been the quiet after the storm in your life. She, along with your sister, were the only beautiful people of your whole existence. She has always been very supportive of you, when you were sick she would come take care of your sister, when you had breakdowns she would always be there and help you, comfort you in each way she knew. Eventually you had told her everything, about your mother dying, about your father getting drunk and beating you up, and about you two getting your own place because of it. You were having lots of troubles with everything, school, work and rent, it was a lot and you were constantly in the verge of tears, even at school.

Luckily, you had some financial help as well as some emotional support. Vada had told her family about your situation, and having grown to love you like their own daughter, they started paying your rent. You had asked them multiple times not to, but they insisted and soon enough you let them, even though at times you’d repay them by going at their place and help with the cleaning or with Amelia. They told you you didn’t have to, but you definitely felt like you owed them so you kept on helping them, just like they helped you.

School was pretty good, too. You were in the same class as. Vada so you were always together, and your sister was in the same school as you, so you could always look up for her too, but what worried you, is that you were now 18 and last year, and she was 14 and first year. You wondered what you would do when you finished high school. “(Y/N), pay some attention please” the teacher nicely asked you and you apologized before going back to listen to her lesson. You always got distracted in class, and this was no special occasion. Vada started receiving a few messages, and soon she was off to the bathroom with your phone. Then the principal spoke from his office and his announcement was heard in the whole school. “Good morning everyone, miss (Y/N)(L/N) you’re awaited at the psychologist’s office”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. The school had been trying to set you up with a psychologist - knowing your situation - but you kept on refusing. However the court ordered those session ever since you moved out with your sister, and you knew that eventually you had to go. You apologized to your teacher and left the class, walking in the hallway, phone in hand when you heard a loud noise. You stopped in your tracks and looked up, but soon the noises continued and you realized it was gunshots. ‘Shit’ you thought and looked around for somewhere to hid. Classrooms weren’t the safest, so you hid in a storage closet. You started panicking, crying and breathing heavily just hoping that your sister was okay.

You: Faye there’s a shooter at school

Are you safe?

Please tell me you’re safe

Faye please answer

You never got a reply, her last seen 10.15 A.M. she hasn’t even opened your messages. Your breathings becoming heavier as well as your cries, you had to get to her. You didn’t care if the shooter was still there, you had to get to your sister. You opened the closer door and ran out, the noises of the gun ringing through your ears as you ran against the current. Everyone running to the exit and you were running towards your sister’s classroom. ‘Please let her be okay. Please let her be okay, please-‘ just as you turned right to where her class was, you saw her. Laying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, your sister had been shot in the stomach.

“Faye!” You ran to her. Kneeling by her side “oh shit, shit this is not good” you cried out, you were panicking, you didn’t know what to do. “(Y-Y/N)… you sister stuttered, she was in tears and you could just tell the amount of pain she was in. “It hurts…” she cried out, you were sobbing by now “shhh… you’re okay, you’re okay” you started applying pressure on the wound, but she winced in pain “I know it hurts… but you- you’ll be okay” the shooter was still around and shooting, but you could hear in the background how the police got in the school and told him to put the gun down. “You’re okay little one” that was your nickname for her “a-am I dying?” She chocked out, making you look at her and wipe her tears “no, no you’re gonna be okay” you cried too, but you had to be strong for her.

By now the shooter had been arrested, and people gathered around you, which you couldn’t bare to notice. Blood was still coming out of her bullet wound, and she was slowly becoming paler. Teachers had called out the ambulance, buy they were taking too long. Too. Freaking. Long. “You p-promise I’ll be okay?” She asked you. No, you weren’t sure she’d be okay. But she was indeed dying and you needed her to calm down. “Yes, yes I promise Faye” you said as you wiped your own tears. The blood on your hand dirtying your face as well, but you didn’t care. You moved your sister to lay in your lap, still while applying pressure to her wound. “I’m so proud of you Faye…” you stated, still barging out tears. As your sister was slowly loosing consciousness.

By now Vada had left the bathroom to come look for you. You hadn’t replied to her texts and she was worried sick, just as you had been for your sister. “(Y/N)? (Y/N) where are you?” She ran around in tears looking for you but soon came upon you when she saw you holding your dying sibling. “Fuck” she whispered and made her way towards you. “You’re the best… you know that right? You’re so perfect, you’re the best girl anyone could ever wish for as a sister…” you kept telling her sweet nothings as you cradled her in your arms. She was looking up at you slightly as you saw how life was slowly slipping our of her from her. “I’m so proud of you little one… you’ll be okay, I love you so much…” you kept telling her this exact stuff, kissing her forehead and caressing her cheek with your free hands. By now your clothes were soaked in your sister’s blood, but you couldn’t care less.

Vada had now been kneeling at your side, also rubbing your back to soothe you while she was still crying herself. After all. She cares about your sister, too. Teachers and students had gathered around you, some even taking videos which Vada luckily shut off by yelling at them. Your sister soon closed her eyes and took her last breath and you cried even more, almost screaming in her chest as Vada tried to calm you down. “It’s okay babe…” she whispered, wiping her own tears. She hugged you from behind and as an ambulance took your sister away you turned around and hugged Vada back, gripping her as you screamed and sobbed on her shoulder, gripping her shirt as it dirtied with blood. Vada’s emotions didn’t matter right now, you mattered. You had lost your sister after you did whatever you could to keep her alive and happy, she was the person you cared the most for and you lost her because of some dude with a gun.

It took you a while to calm down a little at least, gather enough strength to get up with Vada’s help, but eventually the two of you walked out of the school accompanied by teachers. The two of you were the last ones to leave the school and amongst the ambulances with dead people was your father. Acting drunk and sorry for the loss, he was the person you never wanted to see. Anger built up in you as you stormed to where he was. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You asked him, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as you clenched your fists and jaw. “My child… are you okay?” He tried coming closer to you and hugging you. You immediately pushed him away. “Don’t touch me! You don’t deserve to be here and be worried when all you did was hurt us!” You yelled at him “you do know that you’ll have to come live with me again right?” He said with a smirk. You punched him straight in the face, twice. “You’ll never see me again. I don’t want to see you at her funeral, I don’t want to have anything to do with you again. You forgot that I’m 18 now, I no longer have to rely on you. Fuck you” you stormed away after that, going with Vada.

After that, the two of you went back to your apartment. Just as you got there the shock began to hit you. Those images kept replaying in your mind and the blood all over you wasn’t helping. “I-I’m gonna take a bath…” you told Vada and she nodded. However you didn’t actually wash yourself, you just sat there, hugging your knees as you were still clothed, water turning a crimson color from your bloody clothes. After 20 minutes Vada walked in “are you oka-“ she said and then looked at you. Tears in your eyes and hugging your knees tight. “Let me help you…” she whispered and got inside the bath tub, taking off your clothes though leaving you in your underwear as she cleaned you up and you lightly helped her clean herself too.

“I-I’m sorry…” you whispered, tears in your eyes as Vada looked at you in confusion, tears in her eyes as well as she caressed your cheeks “what are you sorry for?” She whispered back. “I-I could have saved her…” you looked down, avoiding her eyes “(Y/N) please don’t do that to yourself-“ you interrupted her “but it’s true. I could have saved her, I could have gone after her and instead I hid in a fucking storage closet…” you cried out and she tried reassuring you. “It’s not your fault okay? It’s not your fault” she said as she hugged you tightly and finished washing you. Soon enough the two of you were out of the bath and had dried up as you both decided to lay in bed. Just as you did, there was a sudden loud noise outside, that made the two of you flinch.

“Fuck-“ Vada said as she gripped the blankets. Having washed out a bit of the shock yourself, you hugged her tight. “We’re safe here Vada… we’re okay…” you said as you brushed your hand through her hair as the other one kept her close to you. “I love you so much” you whispered as you kissed her forehead.

“I love you too”

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feybeasts · 8 months

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HAVENT EVEN

finished the dang anthro Faye lineart and already have a new OC- a particularly zealous knightly type who tried to take Faye down because they assumed she was some sorta evil sorceress, which was answered with Faye pretty much effortlessly detonating the knight’s egg by turning them into an anthro dragoness because it was clear as crystal she was very, very deep in the closet and this was a messed up outlet.

Lady Henrietta is a sweetheart once she’s over the initial shock, and eventually they become really tight buds despite how utterly different their personalities are. She also doesn’t renounce her oaths or anything, just learns to follow her own moral compass as a paladin, not the orders of a cult.

This, of course, is all to enable one of my favorite tropes- “big dragon lady in armor”

#c:faye #c:henrietta #yeah she gets a tag #“trans dragoness paladin” is too strong a concept not to do #would you believe this OC #is- gasp- also autobiographical in a roundabout way? :0

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telekinetictrait · 8 months

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"Sunk in the grass of an empty lot on a spring Saturday, I split the stems of milkweed and thought about ants and peach pits and death and where the world went when I closed my eyes." (The Bluest Eye – Toni Morrison, 1970)

the flowing maxi skirts of the hippies and the flare pants of the disco queens made the 1970s the era of fashion that we think of today. the continued popularity and production of synthetic fabrics widened the closets of everyone and allowed for more experiments in style. the patenting of a rotating, multicolored garment printing machine in the 1960's directly led to the popularity of t-shirts and vibrantly patterned garments in the 1970's. polyester allowed for certain fabrics to be mimicked, like silk and velvet. like in the 1960's, fashion came second to comfort and personal style.

someone is playing the flute outside my dorm??

1800’s / 1900-1909 / 1910-1919 / 1920-1929 / 1930-1939 / 1940-1949 / 1950-1959 / 1960-1969

cc links under the cut!

see my resources page for genetics

sable : sheabuttyr's tessa tresses + hair flowers / kamiiri's ophelia top / oydis' joan skirt

scottie : jellypawss' valentine hair / needleworkreve's seventies dream eyeshadow / seasons earrings / realm of magic necklace / huiernxoxo's marina dress / historysims4's golden glamour boots

selene : nolan-sims' bluebells hair + headscarf / base game sunglasses / bustedpixels fifth avenue fashion collar dress conversion / i don't remember which pack the boots are from i'm sorry :(

sheridan : sheabuttyr's faye fro v2 / needleworkreve's seventies dream eyeshadow + eyeliner / twentiethcenturysims' beads and bangles necklace / faded-springs okruee wrap top recolor / makesims' velvet bell bottoms / base game boots

sigourney : sheabuttyr's belissa braids + bandana / needleworkreve's seventies dream eyeshadow + eyeliner / ice-creamforbreakfast's iris earrings / butternutsims' can you dig it dress / cottage living pumps

slavitsa : simstrouble's elisa hair + wrap / needleworkreve's seventies dream eyeshadow + eyeliner / base game earrings + necklace / pixelette-cc's retro reboot marigold jumpsuit (tsr download) / twentiethcenturysims' beads and bangles bracelets / base game flats

sonya : sheabuttyr's fana fro v1 / needleworkreve's seventies dream eyeshadow + eyeliner / ice-creamforbreakfast's jaclyn scarf + linda blouse / smubuh's burkhardt jeans / miirasims' træsko clogs

sparrow : saturngalore's fofofo hair / needleworkreve's seventies dream eyeshadow + eyeliner / historysims4's golden glamour bodysuit / leeleesims1's cute as two buttons pants / paranormal shoes

svetka : laeska's tonka hair / needleworkreve's seventies dream eyeshadow + eyeliner / base game earrings / alexaarr's teddi jacket / serenity-cc's terra jeans / miirasims' træsko clogs

sybil : cottage living hair / needleworkreve's seventies dream eyeshadow + eyeliner / base game earrings / tiptoptab's barb suit / simtone’s oxford heels

thank you to @sheabuttyr @kamiiri @oydis @jellypawss @needleworkreve @huiernxoxo @historysims4 @nolan-sims @bustedpixels @twentiethcenturysims @faded-springs @makesims @ice-creamforbreakfast @butternutsims @simstrouble @pixelette-cc @smubuh @miirasims @saturngalore @leeleesims1 @laeska @alexaarr @tiptoptab and @simtone

#my sims #sims 4 lookbook #ts4 lookbook #ts4lookbook #sims 4 70s #ts4 70s #ts4 1970s #sims 4 1970s #223 years #historical #1970s

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shhuuga · 2 months

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🧊 — BIG BARBIE, BITCH ON ICE.

[ prev. chap, next chap. summary — our barbies are exhausted! what better way to relax then to sit around reminiscing about being bad ass kids while sitting around the pool? ★ ]

You sigh, lying back on one of the guest rooms beds and breathing in the cool, clean air that surrounds you. chan must've cleaned this place like hell you think to yourself as you close your eyes, just letting the air of the bedroom cool your body, a few goosebumps prickling your skin. you hear two pairs of house shoes hitting the ground and before you can sit up, faye is opening the door with eva right behind her, both smiling seeing that you're ready for the pool.

"c'mon, y/n! i wanna see if i can still backflip!" faye urges, all too excited to cool off in some water. you and eva rolled your eyes simultaneously, faye is always up and moving.

"i'm coming, faye! can a girl take a breather? those 'say-sangs' were scary as hell!" you cross your arms over your swimsuit as you exit the room, suddenly feeling a lot more self conscious considering you were in a house full of men. "let me grab my--"

"noooo! c'mon, they got towels down thereee" faye pouts, already knowing that you wanted to grab your favorite cover up, and clearly being against it. you roll your eyes again, shrugging it off and beginning to walk down the steps.

minho looks up from his phone when he hears you and the girls enter the living room, he raises his hand and drops it before looking back down at his phone.

"you don't swim?" your voice makes him raise his head again, noticing that now your friends are both looking back at you and him, closer to the door than you are. he's dressed in swim trunks and a t-shirt, so it would be odd is he wasn't planning on swimming. before you came down though, he really wasn't.

"i do. but last time i did i got hit with a ball, so." he mumbles the last bit, feeling embarrassed once it actually came out of his mouth. fuck, was it hot? he was hot. you're hot. is he blushing? minho's head races even faster when he hears you chuckle. not in an "im laughing at your pain" way, more of a "that's a funny story" way. whatever way it was, it was making him sweat. he needs some water.

"well, make sure it doesn't happen this time." you smile, you fucking smile at him. holy shit, is he okay? he smiles back, and stands up to follow you. his heart is racing at a million miles per hour and it feels like he's watching himself walk next to you, tell him about the kind of content you do, and how this trip will make some perfect videos.

c'mon, y/n! talk about something other than content! for the love! you didn't know what else to say! almost your whole life after highschool has been documented online. makeup tutorials, vlogging, shopping hauls, the whole nine! when you weren't making videos, you were at mingling parties with other people who made content. eva had her cosmetics company, and faye had her singing career. but you were just "big barbie". the head huncho of the group? sure. the best known? absolutely! but that's it. you were a content creator. it was in this oddly insignificant moment that you realized you wanted something more.

.. how long has eva been talking to you?

"...and remember that time we flipped all of mr. chester's chairs and desks over and hid in the supply closet across the hall to get his reaction? it was amazing!" you smiled and nodded, not knowing quite what to say about the story, she tells it every time you three meet new people. it kind of kills the vibe because you and faye have to awkwardly fake a laugh.

you lay back onto the towel that's laid on the ground behind you, the water swaying softly against your ankles. the sounds around you are in sharp contrast, hyunjin and felix on the opposite side of the pool arguing about something, jeongin ans seungmin playing a very loud game of volleyball, and eva laughing as loud as humanly possible at changbin's joke. it was weird, eva was never like that, even around guys she liked. maybe she was just nervous, whatever.

"hey!" chris, your saving fucking grace from this headache of a quote un-quote "relaxation period", calls from inside the house, hanging his head out of the back door. he's got on his business casual, black slacks and a white button-up with a few pieces of jewelry. he waves to you, eva and faye before calling to the other members in Korean. "help me with this meat, we're having barbecue!"

you smile as faye walks over, holding her go-pro in her left hand, speaking to it as she approaches you.

"here she is, just sitting pretty.. isn't she so pretty?" the younger smiles brightly at you, weary of her wet hair from dripping on you. you smile and close your eyes, the sun beaming on your brown skin.

#🍬.shhuuga #🍬.txt #skz x reader #lee know x reader #skz x black reader #skz x y/n #minho x reader #skz x reader smut #stray kids x black reader #lee minho x black reader #lee know x black reader #x black reader #kpop x black reader #🧊 — big barbie. bitch on ice #lee minho x reader

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harryforvogue · 9 months

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ok this thought just came to meeee: it’s the early days of faye & harry dating and mentions that his birthday is this week and inside faye is screaming because why didn’t he tell her??? but on the outsides she’s calm and collected lol. so she bakes him a cake and maybe gets him a small gift like a sketch book/pencils or a keychain with his favorite animal or show character or of CHERRIES ?????? and she casually asks to stop by after work cause she thinks she left a hair clip at his apartment she needs but she’s actually there to spend his birthday night with him 😌

"This isn't stupid," Faye reminds herself under her breath as she enters Harry's building. "This isn't stupid. Harry is your boyfriend now. You have the right to do this. He won't mind."

Timothée is the one that answers the door. He’s holding a sketchbook in his hand, a pen tucked behind his ear that's nearly covered by his curls. “Oh. Hey!” He looks at the box of cupcakes she’s holding. “Wow. Those for me? Ha. I'm just playing."

Faye and Timmy have had the “this isn’t weird right?” talk already, so this encounter isn’t the worst.

“Hi. Um, Harry’s here, right?”

“Yeah. He’s in his room. Should I call him out?”

“Uh. Well, I guess I probably should have texted…”

Timmy smiles knowingly. “You wanna see him? You can come in.” He then glances down at her tote bag filled with a makeup bag, extra clothes, and other things.

She scratches her wrist. “If…if that’s okay. I’d just like to let him know something.”

“It shouldn't be a problem. He doesn’t have work today. Come in.”

During the 10 seconds that Faye walks in and takes her shoes off, she asks Timmy if it’s really fine that she’s here without notice at least 3 more times. He’s gathered that she plans on staying the night. The good thing is that he seems to have an infinite amount of patience. He even takes the cupcakes and sets them in the fridge.

“This is okay, right?” she whispers as they head to the rooms.

Timothée grabs her shoulders and gives her a small shake. “Hey. You’re a strong woman, yeah? No reason to be nervous.”

Faye stands taller. “Yeah.”

“You go in there and show him who’s boss!”

“Yeah!”

“You go and break his heart and stomp on his dreams, yeah?”

“Yeah! Wait, what?”

He grins. “Are you not going to go and break up with him?”

“What? No!” She gasps. “Is that what it looks like? Why would I bring cupcakes just to break up with him?” She scrambles to take her phone out. “I should text him.”

“Nah.” He snorts and then laughs. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. Hey, you’re already here so just go in. He won’t mind.”

He heads back to his own room after giving her an encouraging thumbs up, shutting the door behind him. She walks to Harry’s room slowly, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She knocks quietly.

Harry doesn’t come up to open the door. He just calls through it “Come in”. And so she does.

She steps in, nerves exploding in her stomach. He’s pulling a sweatshirt over his head in front of his closet when he sees her, curls wet from his shower, his eyes immediately lighting up. His laptop is on the bed and she can see he’s been answering emails.

Harry’s face breaks out into a smile. “Faye!” He walks over to her and wraps his arms around her. “Hi.”

She hugs him back. “I hope it’s okay that I’m here.”

“Of course it is. How are you? You look great. What’s up? Everything okay? Did Timmy let you in?”

“Yeah!” After a moment of hesitation, she gives him a quick peck.

Harry gives her a pointed look. “I’m your boyfriend now, Cherry. Give me something a little better than that please.” He puts his hand on the back of her head and pulls her back in. He kisses her again, slowly. She slides her hands up his soft sweatshirt and plays with the drawstrings. “I haven’t seen you since last week so I thought I’d surprise you.”

He chuckles. “Bet you nearly chickened out a few times.”

Her shoulders fall. “You have no clue.”

Harry takes her hands and pulls her to the bed. He tugs her until she’s sitting in his lap, his arms around her waist again. “You know, given the timing, I’m suspecting this has to do with the fact that it’s my birthday.”

“What?” she says. “No. I’m only here because I forgot something.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry twirls her hair around his finger. “What did you forget?”

“My hair pin.”

“Definitely.”

She sighs, leaning into him. “Listen. You should have told me about your birthday earlier! I had zero time to get reservations for dinner anywhere, and not to mention I had work today! This isn’t fair! Now it’s 4pm and we’ve done nothing for your birthday.”

Harry’s grinning as she complains. “Sorry.”

“You’re not sorry!”

“I’m not. Birthdays don’t have to be a whole thing, you know?”

“This is our first one!”

“Faye, I really don’t think it’s that big of a deal. We can do something over the weekend together. You’re off then, right?”

“Yeah,” she grumbles.

“So there. We’ll make a day of it.”

She frowns, playing with his drawstring again. “But today’s your real birthday so we have to do something.”

“What do you have in store for me?”

“Well, I’m staying over tonight. If you’ll let me.”

Harry grins even harder. “And where are all your things? I really hope you don’t plan on using my toothbrush. You’re cute and all, but–”

She scowls. “I left my bag outside just in case you say no and kick me out and also break up with me.”

Harry throws his head back and laughs wholeheartedly. “Wow. Oh yeah, I’d totally break up with you for wanting to stay the night.”

“It was more of the whole not-letting-you-know-beforehand thing.”

“That’s what a surprise is, Faye. You know I don’t mind surprises when they have to do with you. I’d love for you to stay the night with me.”

“Good.”

His eyes sparkle when she leans down to kiss him again. He loves when she initiates the kisses, knowing how much it means to her to be confident enough to. “I also got you a present,” she mumbles against his mouth.

Harry buries his fingers in her pink hair, cradling her head as he kisses her again. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” She turns her head so he can kiss her jaw. “You didn’t give me enough time to freak out for a few days before buying you something with a leveled head, so it might not be that great of a–”

Harry cuts her off with another kiss. “I’ll love it,” he promises quietly. “Anything you give me.” He kisses the corner of her mouth. “Hey. Timothée’s going out tonight with his friends so he probably won’t be home until tomorrow. Did you plan that?”

Faye blinks. “No, but that works out very well.”

“Right.” He kisses her once more. “Faye. I’m very happy you’re here.” He kisses down her neck. She shivers, his wet curls hitting her cheek.

He flips her over, pressing her into his mattress. She laughs as he hovers above her, kissing her neck and collar, the tickling becoming too much.

When Harry’s hands start wandering under her sweater, she opens her eyes and stops him. “Wait. Can I give you the gift first? Before I chicken out?”

He pulls off. “Of course. Want me to wait here?”

“Yes, please.”

“Yeah, baby. Go on.”

Faye hurries back outside and grabs her bag, bringing it in. She carefully pulls out a wrapped gift, bringing it over to him. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed looking very deliciously disheveled.

“Just to let you know,” Harry says, “if I don’t like this gift, I’m breaking up with you.”

Faye frowns. “Not funny!”

He smiles and begins to rip the wrapping paper. Faye nervously cracks her knuckles besides him, watching his eyes wander over his gift.

“Faye,” he whispers.

It’s a photograph of them taken by one of the photographers at the first show of Faye's that Harry went to. The one where Harry confessed his love. This picture is of them on stage, Harry in his suit still holding the bouquet of carnations, his hand on Faye’s cheek. She’s on her tiptoes, the smile on her face so wide, it’s unbelievable.

He remembers exactly what he was doing – wiping the glitter off her face right before he kissed her. He recalls how she was literally bouncing with adrenaline. He had to hold her still just to kiss her properly. Harry’s heart aches.

“I only saw it a few days ago,” Faye explains nervously. “Figured it would be a great memory to frame.”

“This… this is…” He looks up at her. “Thank you. Wow. Look at us. Look at you. I loved that dress on you so much.”

“You told me you loved me for the first time. I think about it everyday, Harry. I’m so happy there’s a photo of us from that night.”

He puts the frame down and brings her back to him, hugging her tightly. “I love it.” He smiles when she relaxes into his chest at the sound of the words. “This is amazing. Thank you, Cherry. Thank you.” He kisses the top of her head. “Oh, I don’t know how I’ll ever top this. You’ve made it very difficult.”

Faye’s laughter is muffled against his sweater. “You still have time. I won’t spring anything on you like you did.”

Harry lifts her head up. “I love you,” he whispers again, bending his head to kiss her once more. “Thank you.”

She smiles. “So I guess you won’t be breaking up with me tonight?”

His shoulders shake when he laughs. His thumb brushes over her cheek like in the photo. “No, baby. Not ever.”

#squidward holding his music sheet meme #that's how i feel #BUT THIS HAS BEEN MY FAVE ONE TO WRITE SO FAR!!!#harry and faye #harry styles fic #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #let it be known that harryforvogue does indeed write still

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mcl-fairyfluttershy729 · 2 years

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Not much to say about this as I'm going to sound like an old record about how much I dislike the repetitive events. Is it so much to ask for originality?

The "Morning Sun" outfit is my personal favorite, especially with this color. I immediately fell in love with the gradient.

As for the illustration...yeah it's a no for me. Is this really the best idea Candy could come up with for winning the sandcastle contest? Seems kinda childish to me to be wanted to be spoiled like that...

It definitely feels out of character for my Candy to do. She's not really the type to be spoiled.

I would've preferred to see everyone's castles as the illustration over...this.

I will say that Thia for once wasn't obnoxious was hilarious. All of her comments about everyone's castles made me chuckle.

The bank outfit is interesting and I like all the festive colors. Just not something I personally see my character wearing.

#mcl illustrations #mcl events #mcl summer event #mcl summer 2022 #mcl summer event 2022 #mcl event spoilers #mcl spoilers #faye mcl #faye miller mcl #faye's closet #mcl event review

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hi hope ur week is going well :)

this idea might be a little angsty but what if lesso and reader were in a relationship years ago and lesso broke readers heart (I mean like nasty, gut wrenching,female rage breakup). Then reader finds outs she’s pregnant but she can’t even be in the same room as lesso so she’s basically a single mom. Time skip a few years and readers kid is dropped at one of the schools and lesso finds out she has a kid. Completely open for a happy or bad ending 🫣 also I forgot to add earlier but totally lesso x ever reader😭

A piece of you

**Authors note~ angst angst and more angst. Self indulgent vent by using the words I've had said to me*

Trigger warnings~ breakup angst pregnancy

Prompt ~ see ask*^^^

"You were nothing to me but a convenience. I don't love you and I haven't for months now. You make everything a chore, bringing me down to your level. I don't want you. Nor will anyone else, truly broken and undeserving, have a nice life, ending it would do the world a favour." The harsh words rang through your brain on a loop. It was hard to imagine that your Leo, well she's not yours now, would say those horrid things. It had to be a nightmare right? You'd wake up soon and she'd hold you and whisper words of comfort and reassurance as you cried. Losing her meant losing you and that was terrifying. She was your first everything and to be told you meant nothing, just a notch on her bedpost hurt.

That's all you'd be to her now, a skeleton in her closet. But for you, she'd be the heartbreak you told your children of. A type of love so pure and innocent until touched by the devils hand. How you thought she'd be the one you'd marry as you comforted them through their first breakups. What made things even harder, was the fact you would always be left with a piece of her, the little test blinking positive on your lap. At least you wouldn't be alone, here and now you promised your unborn child that you'd never leave them.

For years it was just you and Delilah Faye, your gorgeous daughter who had unruly beautiful red hair and your eyes. The perfect mix of you and her other mother. She'd asked you of course, and you told her the tale when she was old enough to understand. You censored some of the harsh words, not wanting to pain an image of her mother just incase one day Lilah decided that she wanted to reach out. That soon was taken out of your hands when Delilah received her admission for the School of Good and Evil.

Naturally, she had Leonora's roots and ended up placed as a Never. Delilah was so sad about that, she wanted to be like her momma, but when she met the Dean things became clear. Her Dean was her other mother. It was almost as if they were looking in a mirror, the same unruly hair and tall slender frame. But seeming to have your eyes and nose and disposition. A perfect mix of the woman she let slip away all those years ago and herself. Now Leonora could feel a fraction of the pain you felt that night. The night she left you, hurt you in unimaginable ways. Guilt sinking like rocks in her stomach as she realised she'd missed out on so much of her own daughter's life, how would she ever form a bond with her now. When you'd done it all alone, thinking she hates you.

Lesso loved getting to know Delilah, she was truly magnificent, her skills unlike no other new Never student. You'd done an impeccable job raising her and truly she wished to be able to see you just one time and explain it all, apologise and grovel as much as needed to get you back in her life. What she would give to have that opportunity.

Due to the merger of the school and the close communication with other schools for the unique like Nevermore academy, the schools announced a parent's weekend, one rule in place being Nevers and Evers cannot kill one an other on this weekend. Delilah happily sent her invite off to you knowing you'd come to see her as long as you could. You'd only ever had each other and that created a beautiful bond between you both.

On the Friday parents we're beginning to arrive Leonora paced her office in panic. You'd be arriving, you hadn't seen one another since that horrid day. She felt a few stray tears falling, very unlike her usual put together self. The situation is extremely complicated and delicate and she knew she'd have to handle it right.

When the opportunity arose she pulled you into her office for a personal review on Delilah's progress. The only way you'd willingly go with her and she knew that. As soon as you two were alone, the Dean turned to face you, "Delilah is she ?" She trailed off watching as you nodded silently, tears trailing your cheeks, "she's yours yes" you confirmed with a sad smile. "All these years you've had a piece of me... and I had no clue and nothing of you but the memories of my vile words under Rafals control."

You sobbed at her words, "Leo" your voice cracked, "you said you didn't love me. Was, was that true?" You whimpered almost pathetically. "No my love, I've always loved you and I always will. Delilah is living proof of that darling" she murmured as you curled into yourself. The words making sense but the hurt still remains, Lesso continued to explain. "For two women to get pregnant darling you have to have true love, and that's something we have. I've missed you all these years and I'm so so sorry love."

You threw yourself into her arms. "Leo" you sobbed, "I missed you so much." "And I you sweetheart" she murmured, only to be interrupted by the door opening and your daughter stood in the doorway, watching the display. "Momma?" She murmured, "is the mama?" She whispered trying to not be obvious. "It is baby, go meet mama Lilah" you gestured to the woman who was holding you. "Hi sweetheart" lesso whispered as she crashed into you both. Here and now you had your little family, because you can't have happiness without a little rain just like you can't have a rainbow without some rain.

Word count~ 1101

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #dean of evil #anon requested

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lore-gore · 4 months

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Also PLEASE post about your oc! I'm trying to get up the courage to make one for hh x3

Finally! It's time! My most detailed oc that I've been working on for five years! (I am so nervous about sharing this)

Originally they were a self insert but grew to become their own character. (Which is why we have the same name. So I suppose they are both a self insert and an oc?)

I'm including bio, relationship with characters, and scene inserts

Hopefully this does not come off as cringe (I better get complements or I will cry)

Tw for death, murder, violence, bullying, obsession, stalking, mentioned kidnapping, shipping with alastor because why not, British people

Also tag me when you make yours!!!

@myroanokenightmare666 @frilledshark-enthusiast @astral--horrorshow you prommied

Bio:

Lorelai "Lore" Dagenhart

The token spooky weird goth character

Ghost Demon (based on an onryo)

She/They

AFAB Nonbinary

Biromantic Asexual

Autistic

Goth

British

From Birmingham

Chaotic neutral

Scorpio

Gen Z

Born October 31, 1999

Died October 31, 2023

Stabbed in the heart

Killed her old bullies (The four main ones; failed to kill the last one. Or did they?)

Was bullied severely (called names and slurs, beaten up, tripped, shoved, desk was graffitied, hair pulled and even cut, had liquids poured on her to trigger their sensory issues, rumors spread to the point not even the other goths wanted to hang out with her because they thought they sacrificed birds, locked in closets, etc.)

Failed to make friends

Tried to act "normal" for a while but because she had already been established as the weird kid it didn't work

Decided to commit to being weird

Loves being eccentric

Says weird, random, and ominous things

Likes scaring people; is good at it

Special interest is horror

Was a semi popular horror author

Drew their own covers

Has a cute style and a realistic monster style

Had good parents growing up

Parents owned a funeral home

Dad was a funeral director and mom was a mortician

Were similar to Morticia and Gomez

Speaks English and British Sign Language

Sister was deaf (her name was Faye)

Scared of bodies of water (especially running water)

Doesn't mind rain

Can still swim

Bright rooms give her sensory overload (puts on sunglasses to combat this)

Wears sound filtering earbuds

Rarely holds conversation

Either infodumps or barely contributes

Avoids eye contact

If they force herself to make eye contact, they will hold it for way too long

Only really makes eye contact when trying to intimidate someone

Struggles with social cues

Won't realize someone is upset unless they tell her

When that happens, they will simply sit and listen, which works well

Can recognize fear

Fluctuates between touch adverse, touch positive, and touch indifferent

Has a heart-shaped face, a small nose, pure white skin, long black hair parted in the middle that reaches the floor, big droopy eyes that are completely black, including the sclera, dark circles, black lips, and white fangs

Tall

6'5, 7'0 with her platforms

Very thin and bony

Wears a grey hoodie with a red x over their heart and heart shaped lock prints running down the sleeves, a pleated black skirt, black and white striped stockings, knee high lace up black 5 inch platform boots and a binder

Facial expression is usually neutral

Voice is also usually monotone

Has a haunting singing voice

Cold to the touch

The temperature in the room lowers when she gets upset (the more upset they are, the colder it gets; she is unaffected by this)

Can float

Can turn invisible

Has prehensile hair

Every time they cut it it grows back

Can't be styled either (will just return to its normal state)

Can store things inside of it

Easily sneaks up behind people

Just pops up randomly

Good at hiding

Can somehow fit into small spaces

Very flexible

Double jointed

Left handed

Anger is almost always silent; plots revenge

Very vengeful

Holds grudges

Has an amazing memory

Can think on her feet

Prefers routine

Can be very blunt

Not great at telling lies, tells half truths instead

Got A's and B's in school

Book smart, but not street smart

Had two black cats named Misery and Misfortune

Has befriended the crows by feeding them

The crows bring them little trinkets

Loves animals, especially the spooky ones (cats, rats, bats, owls, wolves, ravens, crows, snakes, spiders, moths, centipedes, as well as possums)

Favorite animal is bunnies

Favorite movie is The Ring

Favorite season is fall

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Full on cosplays for Halloween

Cosplays outside of Halloween as well

Loves candy and other sweets

Hates the taste of alcohol and coffee

Likes tea

Has taken edibles multiple times before

Often slams things without meaning to

Uses both slang and complicated vocabulary

Switches between using proper punctuation, capitalization, and spelling and ignoring it when posting as it's more chaotic

Tumblr shitposter

Made vines when it was still around

Can play the guitar (bass and electric) and piano

Doesn't quite know how to dance

Good at gardening

Offered to take care of the hotel's rose garden after seeing its neglected state

Is now the hotel gardener

Horrible at cooking

A literal hazard in the kitchen

Bad luck seems to follow them when she cooks

The food itself tastes either mediocre or terrible

Collects weird t-shirts

Humor is a mix of dark and surreal

Has a maniacal laugh

Stims by pacing, flapping hands, rocking, cracking neck (neg), and/or bouncing leg

Sleeps with arms crossed over their chest like a vampire (taught herself to do that as a kid and it became a habit)

Sleepwalks sometimes

Even creepier when they sleepwalk

Wanders around, stares at walls, crawls, says cryptic things, laughs

As a human she had brown hair that reached their back, pale skin, and occult blue eyes. She was 6'0, 6'5 with platforms. They wore a long black trenchcoat that reached the floor and a black T-shirt with a ghost on it. (The rest of her outfit was the same.)

Their full demon form has hollow black shadowy holes instead of eyes, a slit mouth that spans her entire face, long claws, and is 8 feet tall with long limbs and an echoing voice

Voice also echoes when being intense

Found the hotel shortly after arriving in hell. (Literally was just wandering around and stumbled upon it. They stopped to admire the little details, Vaggie noticed her through the window, Charlie went down to greet them, and the rest is history.)

Got a double degree in creative writing and digital art

Thinks she's pretty in a haunting way

Creative when it comes to insults and threats

Has an axe-shaped electric guitar and an axe-shaped bass guitar (literally Marceline's bass and Marshall's guitar)

VERY progressive

High Empathy

Music tastes consist of gothic rock, alt rock, punk rock, electric swing, and horror soundtracks

Parents introduced them to gothic rock and punk rock

Pirates movies

Thinks she is unlovable

Has trust issues

Assumes the worst in people

Despite this, you can win their trust by listening to her infodump

Never sits correctly

Feet on the couch, perching on the armrests or even back, crouching on the floor

Grew up agonistic

Dabbles in witchcraft (séances, tarot readings, tea leaf readings, and as a kid curses)

Always carries around a kitchen knife

Had a bobcut with bangs as a kid and wore the school uniform (white button up, black skirt, black tie) with black combat boots, black and white striped stockings, her black trenchcoat, and sharpie eyeliner

Used to explore abandoned places

Loyal to their friends

Cannot flirt or tell when someone is flirting with her to save their life

1920's outfit is a black below the knee dress with long cuffed sleeves, a grey sash, and a white collar with a white ribbon tied around it and small black heeled shoes with a strap.

Bedwear is a plain white short sleeved nightgown with her striped stockings

Never told their parents about being bullied because she didn't want them to worry

Told the teachers about being bullied but they ignored them, even when her parents got involved

Doesn't trust authority because of that

By the time they finally told her parents it was too late to do anything so they just had to push through until graduation

Killed her bullies because she couldn't live knowing they got away with what they did

Wore a ghostface costume to kill their bullies

Decided to name herself Lore because it "fits my new form"

Smells like freshly turned soil

Voice claim: Jamie from The Haunting of Bly Manor

Singing voice claim: Chibi from The Birthday Massacre/Ashley Serena/Emily Rohm

Relationships:

Alastor:

Best friends

He loves how weird she is

The only time he'll watch movies is with them

She likes showing him her favorite horror movies and infodumping afterwards

He likes spending time with her

Both have crushes on each other (He's uniromantic asexual; died at 29)

Lore assumes it's one-sided, thinking she's undateable

And Alastor loves them... Way too much

To the point of obsession

Drags her around everywhere

Definitely stalks them using his shadow

Watches her sleep

Will kidnap them eventually

Partly because he wants to keep her safe and partly because he wants them all to himself

Lore will be angry, scared, but also kinda into it (check feels unlovable)

Will probably try to make her become a cannibal like him, either by sneaking demon meat into their food, forcing her, or some other means

Charlie

One of their first friends

Sees that Lore is actually a kind person

Lore is not entirely sure her plan will work, but is supportive because that's what best friends do

Anyone who messes with her will face her wrath

Vaggie

One of their first friends

Accepts her weirdness as just who they are

Thinks each other are cool

Listen to goth music together sometimes

Has a bad feeling about Alastor's friendship with her

Angel

Creeped out by them

One of her main scaring targets

When he first met them he thought she was a ghost

Admires their chaoticness though

Will grow closer

In pain with her obliviousness with Al

Husk

Brushes them off as just a weird kid

A little worried about her friendship with Alastor

Nifty

Different flavors of weird

Forever confused about their gender

Hates when she tracks dirt in

Ships them and Alastor

Once wrote a fanfic about the two and showed her

It was smut

Lore enjoys her weird moments and finds her endearing

Sir Pentious

Scaring victim number two

Did not like him

Had not completely forgiven him for trying to betray them and kill them twice until he sacrificed himself

Katie Killjoy

Hates her

Reminds them of her old bullies

Slashed her tires after the interview

Tom Trench

Hates him because he's Katie's accomplice

Was the one that set him on fire (molotov cocktail)

Since Charlie was already taking care of Katie they went after him instead

Vox

At first did not understand why Alastor like her

Until he dug around online and realized "Ah... They're weird as shit nevermind."

Lore hates them because Alastor hates them

"My friends enemies are my enemies" type shit

Valentino

Hates him after Charlie told her what she saw at the studio

Had to hold themself back from fighting him after seeing him in the club

Lucifer

Always wanted to meet him

Still feels bad Charlie doesn't have a good relationship with him

Glad he's at least trying to fix it

Cherri Bomb

Lore brought weed gummies during their night out so she likes her

Rosie

Finds them charming

Endorses Alastor's obsession

Scene Inserts:

Pilot

Vaggie: It's all highlighted.

(Lore appears behind Vaggie, going from invisible to visible)

Lore: I think, you should scrap this, and just say Happy Hotel over and over again like a subliminal message.

Charlie: I'll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills!

Lore: She does improv?

Charlie: Well, there's my friend Lore.

(The camera pans to Lore. She hisses.)

(The camera pans back to Charlie, slightly weirded out.)

Charlie: And someone named... Angel Dust.

Tom: WHY WON'T ANYONE HELP ME

(Lore learns into the frame, holding a lighter and smirking)

(Silence after argument in limo.)

Lore: I set a man on fire.

(The three turn and stare at her.)

Alastor: What do you do my dear?

Lore: Fester.

Charlie: She's the gardener.

Alastor: My what an intriguing lady you are.

Lore: I'm not a lady I'm a creature.

Vaggie: They mean she's Nonbinary.

(Alastor raises his eyebrow.)

Vaggie: Like identifies outside the gender binary.

Alastor: Ah! How delightfully chaotic!

Alastor: And what can you do my effeminate fellow?

Angel: I can suck ya dick.

Alastor: Ha! No.

Episode 1

Alastor: Founded five days ago by Lucifer's naive daughter Charlotte Morningstar!

Alastor: Enjoy riveting conversation with one of our two (Lore emerges behind the couch) residents! Wow!

Angel: We're in Hell toots. That's kinda the end of the road, ain't it?

Lore: He's right. Death is the end of the road. One long, winding road.

Angel: Why?

Episode 2

Alastor: Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor. Lore, care to accompany me?

Lore: I don't like people.

Alastor: Then you'll only have to interact with me! (Loops his arm around hers) Best of luck, chums!

(After Stayed Gone)

Lore: Why am I here?

Alastor: Moral support!

Charlie: So... This is the bar and the bartender. And here is the garden and the gardener!

Lore: The roses aren't ready to be cut yet. If I find that you cut any, I will cut your fucking hands off your pathetic little body.

Charlie: She's joking.

Lore: No I'm not.

Vaggie: This is going to be your whole day! (Claps)

Lore: My turn:

Hello,

my name is Lore

I like blood

And guts and gore

Charlie: That's enough-

Lore: Reality is fake

Someone's going to die

In the lake

Vaggie: I'm sorry what.

Lore: You heard me.

Episode 3

Vaggie: Wow, you are slimy.

Lore: Like a worm. But not a cute one.

Episode 4

Husk: She was the weird kid who was bullied no matter how hard they tried to fit in, so she decided to just own it and commit to the title. Also never orders alcohol. And Nifty-

(After Charlie leaves)

(Silence)

Lore: You watch us sleep?

Pentious: Oh, not you. Alastor already watches you sleep.

Lore: He what.

Episode 5

Charlie: And this is Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, and Lore, our guests!

Sir Pentious: Your Majesty!!!

Angel: Hey, you short king.

Lore: This is my childhood dream come true.

(After explaining Alastor's backstory)

Lore: Sick.

Episode 7

Vaggie: They can be killed.

Lore: Seriously I've been researching any weaknesses for months now.

Episode 8

Alastor: It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Always makes one sentimental, aye Niffty?

Niffty: I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!

Lore: You know it's funny. Hell is the only place I was actually able to make friends.

Alastor: Ahh, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit one could get accustomed.

Niffty: I dub thee, king roach!

Alastor: Oh, to understand your twisted little mind. Hahaha....

(They all laugh.)

Lore: Never change Niffty. Hey, can I be the roach jester?

Alastor: Hmm. I'd rather rule alongside you.

(He grabs her hand and kisses it.)

Lore: Oh.

(Beginning of battle)

(Brandishes knives with hair)

Lore: Come and get me you fucking tar-and-feathered hypocritical bitches in a box! See how a ghost defends its haunt.

Vaggie: New coat of paint!

Lore: New flowers

Charlie, Vaggie, Lore, Husk: With a little sorcery

Husk: New lights across the marquee

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