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endless-weightless · 7 months

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Can we get more ghoul headcannons pls!! The smuttier the better 🩷

AHHHH FIRST REQUEST!! and thank you for this because I LOVE writing smutty ghoul hcs.

not rlly proofread soz

CHARACTERS: Sodo/Dewdrop, Phantom, Aether, Rain, Mountain, Swiss, Omega, Ifrit

WARNINGS/TAGS: smut (obvi), gn!reader, CNC, monsterfucking?, size kink, dacryphilia, bondage, ghouls have mating cycles now bc i said so, pegging, anal, breeding kink, bdsm

🎸 Sodo

Will always fuck you to the point where you’re practically screaming and begging for him because he practically gets high off the ego boost.

He doesn’t mind whatsoever about having to do most if not all the work. The best reward he could ask for is seeing you all fucked out and crying his name.

When Sodo's in heat, he isn't just horny, he's also really fucking aggressive for no good reason 😭. He's snappy, grumpy, stompier than usual and it's all because he's got blue balls LMFAO.

Because of his angry mood, anything you do that pisses him off could result in some rough sex while he growls at you about how you've pissed him off. But, there's a small chance you could put him in his place because he's surprisingly into subbing when it means he gets to put up a fight (consensually, of course).

When he does sub, he's the biggest fucking brat imaginable. It's a good thing he gets so sensitive when he's punished because he cannot listen to an order for the love of everything unholy.

Hates when he can't be handsy with you. He just can't get enough of your body so if you really want to torture him then tie up his hands behind him.

🎸 Phantom

He’s super into puppy play but is absolutely terrified of admitting it and just prays that you’ll suggest something like collaring him so he can bring it up.

This hc and the next one are fem!reader (kinda?) ones but hang in there. Phantom is fucking infatuated with your tits. If your riding him he’s staring at them bouncing like he’s hypnotised.

Also loves fucking your tits regardless of their size because tits are tits and they all look beautiful (but yours are always his favourite).

So obedient it’s adorable. He never acts up around you and if he does he’s on his knees immediately and apologising profusely.

Constantly asking if you feel good even when he’s moments away from cumming and is overstimulated.

Goes non-verbal when he gets too worked up. All he can get out are whimpers, sniffles and small nods or shaking of his head. It’s hard to tell if he needs to tap out so you have to check up on him and be extra attentive.

🎸 Aether

Gets super aroused when he smells you, especially if he’s in heat.

When he’s fucking you he likes whispering in your ear about how he’s going to fuck a baby into you while you dumbly nod as his thrusts become more and more rough.

Gets a little too turned on when you wrap your hands around his horns because they just look so much bigger than your hands.

Wanna give Aether an instant boner? Wear a thin sundress or loosely buttoned shirt around him with no underwear on and watch him writhe in his seat when he picks up on the scent of your underwear being absent.

He's always down to fuck in the church part of the abbey. The risk of getting caught or being seen/heard is thrilling to him and the ministry encouraging sex is just a bonus.

Loves a good bit of cockwarming when you're both too sleepy to fuck or he just wants to torture you.

🎸 Rain

Goes absolutely feral for some sloppy and messy sex. He just loves seeing the two covered in each others cum and arousal.

Prefers being marked rather than marking you. The hickeys and bruises he gets to see the next day always make his stomach backflip as he imagines what you’ll do tonight.

Rain isn't a huge fan of seeing you in pain during sex. Him however...

It's not entirely kink related, it's kinda just a very fucked up way of showing his devotion to you that also happens to get him off.

I honestly think he wouldn't absolutely despise the idea of being caught having sex. Like in a sense where someone accidentally walks into your room while you two are fucking and not being out in public.

He's very big on you belonging to him and him belonging to you. Not in a sub/dom dynamic way but rather being each others mate. I could go on and on about him during his mating cycles but I'll save that for another fic...

🥁 Mountain

One of his favourite things to do is to use his elemental powers to grow vines to use as restraints. And if you’re into cnc or just like surprises, he’ll do it when you least expect it.

Touching his horns or tail is a dangerous game to play because it’ll always end with him above you fucking you until you see stars and there’s tears welling in your eyes.

Has a giant mirror right across from his bed that he makes you face while you fuck in reverse cowgirl just so he can see how tiny you look compared to him.

Calling him ‘sir’ is a one way ticket to overstimulation because once it slips out of you he won’t stop fucking you any time soon.

He doesn't like having to be verbal with his commands, when you see him gesture you to come sit on his lap, you better listen.

If you ever want to see him turn as submissive as he possibly can be, start scratching at the base of his horns and behind his ears. He won't go down easily but he'll still let out a few somewhat pornographic moans.

🎤 Swiss

He needs his cock stepped on every once in a while, preferably by a nice pair of stilettos or latex boots.

Practically has no limits. He’s into pretty much everything you can think of and is willing to try anything if it makes you happy and gets you off.

He’s primarily focused on your pleasure but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being taken care of.

Every heat cycle for Swiss turns all his dials up from 0 to 100 and it's almost scary. His urge to breed isn't even that strong, he just really needs to be fucked so he'll shut up.

He’s usually really enthusiastic about subbing, but sometimes he feels the need to be a bratty little shit so you’ll take out your anger on him and he can forget about everything wrong with the world for a solid few hours.

He's a biter, that's for sure. The intensity of the bite depends on your comfort but if you give him the green light he'll start biting so hard he draws enough blood to have you lightheaded.

🎸 Omega

Although I said Omega is a hard dom and a mean one too in my previous post about the ghouls, I don’t think he’d be opposed to subbing every once in a hunter’s moon.

Loves having you just ride his thigh while he practices guitar. He gets to see you all needy and not be able to be affectionate to him because of the obnoxious Hagström Fantomen blocking your torso from his and the lack of attention.

Wouldn’t mind cuckolding if it involved Terzo. Also wouldn’t mind if Terzo simply ordered the two of you around while he jerked off at the sight.

Him being a mean and hard dom doesn't make him cruel, he still praises you when you behave well. If you've managed to take his cock on top of the edging and torture, he'll softly smother your face and neck in kisses for doing such a good job while he continues to thrust into you.

(AFAB reader hc) If you ever find yourself horny yet on your period do not fret because Omega gives absolutely zero (0) fucks! He'll even eat you out if you want him to.

Adores roleplay, especially if it involves corruption. One of his favourite scenes to act out is for you to be an innocent mortal summoning a ghoul from hell not knowing what ghouls desire once they're on earth.

🎸 Ifrit

He already gets hard when he’s giving head but if you grab onto his horns to pull him closer and he chokes on your dick/suffocates between your thighs he might cum untouched because oh Lucifer it feels good.

He likes fucking fast and rough, regardless of the dynamic. He likes seeing the bruises, feeling that fuzziness in his limbs and not being able to think when he’s fucking.

Will randomly communicate how he's feeling throughout the day by hugging you from behind and pressing his hard, clothed cock into your backside. Zero shame whatsoever.

Loves a good bit of thigh riding. He doesn't mind who's riding who's thigh, he just likes the feeling of it.

You can always tell when he's close to cumming because his tail will start to flick erratically while his claws extend for a split second.

Ifrit isn't afraid to use his tail to jerk you off. Don't act surprised when you feel something wrap around your cock or the spade of his tail flicking over your clit.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

that's all lovelies!

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kaitoujokerscans · 10 months

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Get Back Hachi’s Memories! CH1

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"Tonight, I'll come to take the diamond 'The Monster's Heart' from the Harmony Theater's performance of the play 'The Tragic Monster'!

Phantom Thief Joker"

<1> Getting Along (?)

A round moon hung in the night sky. The silence of the night was broken by a loud yell which rang through the living room of the airship Sky Joker.

"I'VE HAD IT! I won't forgive you for this, EVER!"

The yell came from a boy of short stature. An aqua-colored hood covered his head, and the ninja outfit he wore was of a similar aqua color. Below his shiny metal headband were two round, shiny yellow eyes. Yet those cute round eyes were presently filled with flames of rage.

"Enough! You've absolutely crossed the line this time! Please apologize, Joker-san!" The boy pointed emphatically at a young man in a red suit.

Tufts of silver hair spiked out from under his azure silk hat, and his cool cobalt eyes sparkled. Atop his red suit, blue dress shirt, and yellow tie ensemble, a brilliant letter "J" shone on his lapel. The young man's name: Phantom Thief Joker!

Joker flapped the purple cape that hung off his back and, raising his gloved hands up to shoulder height, jeered at the ninja boy in front of him.

"Nooooo way! There's absolutely no chance I'm gonna apologize to you, Hachi!"

"Why not!? It was your fault, Joker-san!"

The boy called Hachi kept a hostile tone as he glared at Joker. Hachi was Joker's assistant in phantom thieving and was a descendant of the Fuuma ninjas.

"Hmph, it wasn't just me though! Besides, why have I always gotta apologize to you anyway!?"

"Excuse me!? It's because you always do things that merit an apology in the first place, Joker-san!"

"I'm sick of bowing my head to you all the time. Oh, I've got it! I'll apologize for everything at once at the end of the year, so just let me off the hook 'till then."

Joker's suggestion only added fuel to the fire of Hachi's anger. "HAAAAAAAAH!? That doesn't make any sense! I just want you to apologize for what happened today! And you're not being repentant about it at all, either!"

"Then I'll come up with some repentance at the end of the year too."

"'Come up' with it!? You really don't feel guilty at all, do you!? There's no point in receiving an apology if you're going to be like that!"

"There, see what I mean? Then there's no point in me apologizing now."

"ARRRRGH! You're constantly twisting my words like that... Joker-san, you have no empathy for other people whatsoever!"

"Yeah I do. At least, I can tell that you're angry. I just think that there's no reason for you to be that angry."

"Joker-san, that's not a good excuse! One day you're going to regret hurting people's feelings like that!"

"No I won't."

"No! You're definitely going to regret it one day!"

Hachi kicked and swayed his legs and arms as he argued. In front of him, Joker just scratched his own cheek with a weary expression.

"Sheesh... would you give it a rest already? It's almost time to get to work... If you keep whining at me, I won't bring you along."

"Mrrgh... I'm not going!" said Hachi, puffing up his cheeks and turning around. Then he picked up the round green creature which had been watching the argument.

"Hosshi, have some konpeito." He opened up a jar filled with candy and gave it some. Hosshi was Joker and Hachi's pet.

"Hosshi♪" Hosshi seemed to have no interest in the argument. With an adorable smile, it started to chow down on the konpeito which Hosshi had offered.

With a stunned look, Joker asked Hachi, "What? You're not tagging along to my job?"

"I'm not going! Do whatever!"

"Oh, so that's how it is."

"Go ahead by yourself and get yourself into some awful mess! Don't come crying to me—" Hachi turned around, only to find that Joker had vanished. "Huh...? Joker-san?"

Hachi looked all around. Then he heard Joker's voice from the transmitter in the living room.

"Then I'm headed off on my own!"

"Wha-!?" Shocked, Hachi looked out the window. There, against the darkness of night, Joker was holding a large balloon overhead and floating in midair.

"Heh heh, looks like it'll be smooth sailing tonight! 'Cause there's nothing weighing me down!" Joker taunted with a devilish smile on his face, then began his gentle descent downward.

As Joker shrank into the distance, Hachi puffed up his cheeks and squeezed Hosshi tight.

"H-Hosshi!" Hosshi squirmed around in discomfort.

Hachi yelled out at the top of his lungs. "FINE, BE THAT WAY!"

Joker lightly descended through the cold night air. The "Balloon Gum" which he was hanging onto was one of his phantom thief tools. When chewed, it would fill with a gas lighter than air and form a bubble just like gum. If held up high, this bubble could float up carrying the weight of one person or so. It was an essential tool for approaching a treasure's hiding place by air.

Yes, Joker was about to steal a certain treasure. Usually he'd be filled with excitement before a job, but this time he was annoyed.

"Tch, what's Hachi's problem!?"

Joker had acted carefree earlier, but to tell the truth, he was angry inside. The reason for this was, naturally, the argument they'd had.

It all started about an hour ago.

Joker had just cleared Stage 7 of the recently-released video game Big Brawl Battle Smasher 3 after an all-night session and proceeded to knock out cold. He woke up again after noon and, still bleary, wobbled into the living room. He rubbed his eyes and made his way to the table set for lunch, when suddenly he caught sight of "Stage 8" on the console screen and couldn't tear his gaze away. Even stepping away for a little while meant that he might be missing out on something. The first few days after a game's launch were crucial. He couldn't risk getting spoiled during the hype.

"Joker-san, at least put the game away during meals, please," reproached Hachi as he prepared more side dishes to go with the omelette rice.

"Oh quiet, I'm at a good part."

"Geez... I put all the effort into making this and now it's going cold. Is there anything else you want to eat?"

"No, I'm good. Could you stop bothering me?"

"Good grief..." Hachi wearily sat down and quietly started to eat his lunch. Next to the table, Hosshi eagerly munched its konpeito just as quietly.

His eyes still glued to the screen, Joker finally reached out to grab his spoon... over five minutes later. His omelette rice had already cooled off.

"Hm... ah, there's an item over here too..."

Deftly using his left hand to continue playing, he lifted a spoonful to his lips. He mechanically deposited the sustenance into his mouth. It was obvious that he hadn't registered the taste at all. Seeing this, Hachi sighed.

Then Joker seemed to realize something and abruptly said, "Hachi, soy sauce."

"Soy sauce?"

Looking again, Joker had a deep-fried fillet left over from last night's dinner held with his chopsticks. The soy sauce dispenser in front of him was empty. Apparently it had just run out.

"Joker-san, I thought you liked worcestershire sauce with your fillets?"

"I'm in the mood for soy sauce right now. Hurry it up."

Predictably, Hachi was offended by this attitude. "No. If you want soy sauce, please get it yourself."

Hearing this, Joker took his eyes off the screen and scowled at Hachi. When he saw that Hachi was ignoring him and eating his own food, he threw out a "Hmph. You're mean." Then he stood up, game console still in hand.

"Sheesh, where is it..." Glancing back at his game regularly, he opened up each of the cupboards in turn and at last found a soy sauce dispenser on an upper shelf. "Finally, there it is."

Joker set the game down to the side and stretched on his toes to get the dispenser. Just as his hand touched the dispenser way in the back...

A ding came from the console. It was an alert that let him know he'd found a new item.

"Oh, a new item!"

Prize in hand, Joker got off his toes too quickly and the dispenser brushed up against something. A moment later, there was a loud CRASH! of something smashing against the ground right where he was standing. He looked down and saw that that "something" was a small wooden box. The box had been hit by the dispenser and fell down. Whatever was inside had been broken.

"Oh, oops..." Joker stared at the box with a guilty look. Hearing the noise, Hachi and Hosshi ran in.

"Hosshi?"

"What was that sound!? ...AAAAAAAAH!" When he caught sight of the wooden box, Hachi rushed over to pick it up. The rattle of broken pieces came from inside. Hachi gently opened the lid to reveal the shattered pieces of some kind of tableware. It was a light brown color, and judging by the size, it had probably been a cup. It looked like it had something written on it, but the shattered pieces were small enough that deciphering the words would be difficult.

"Aaah..." Hachi was crestfallen. He picked up the shards with his small hands and sighed deeply. His shoulders dropped with disappointment.

Beside him, Joker blithely said, "Sorry about that! It got nudged."

"Uuhrm..."

"I was trying to get the soy sauce, but then I got a new item, and when I pulled the dispenser out, the box must've gotten pulled along with it."

"......" Hachi didn't seem to hear. He just stared at the shards inside the box.

"But it's not totally my fault, y'know?"

"Huh...?" These unexpected words from Joker made Hachi turn around.

"'Cause that was a pretty dumb place for you to put the soy sauce in the first place, yeah? And if whatever that is is that important, then you shouldn't've put it so high up. No wonder it fell."

"What...? You mean it's my fault for putting them there?" Hachi asked back, hardly believing his ears.

"Not exactly, but I'm just saying it wasn't just my fault. Oh, another new item!" The game console had dinged again. Eyes glued to the screen, Joker started back for the living room.

"Ah, bring the soy sauce, would you?" Joker didn't even spare a glance as he moved away.

Hachi screamed at him. "JOKER-SAN!"

"? ..." Joker stopped in his tracks and turned around to see Hachi standing in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on his hips and a terrible fire in his eyes.

"Say you're sorry!"

His menacing stance was enough to startle Joker. "Eh...? I already did, right? I told you 'sorry'."

"That's not good enough! Please give me a genuine apology!"

"Huh? Whaddaya mean?" Something about Hachi's forceful tone set Joker off too. "I said it. And it's not entirely my fault. Don't get so up in arms over a crummy old teacup."

"Wha... Excuse me? What is with your attitude!? Say you're sorry! I'll have you know that teacup meant a lot to me!"

"Well, I can pay you back for it right away. I could steal you an even better one sometime if you prefer." Joker tried to grin at Hachi.

"That's not the issue! You broke something important to me, so it's only polite to give a proper apology first! Or is even that beyond you?"

"Say what? Don't talk to me about politeness. Anyway, I'm busy. Save it for later," said Joker, switching his attention back to his game and walking towards the living room. Hachi ran after him and cut him off, blocking his way.

"Apologize!"

"Sheesh, you're stubborn. Will you drop it already?"

"No, I won't!"

"Ohhh, fine. 'I'm sorry.' Does that work?"

Joker's patronizing tone made Hachi boil over with anger. He wrenched the game console out of Joker's hands and hurled it at the living room sofa.

"Are you crazy!?"

"I'VE HAD IT! I won't forgive you for this, EVER!" Hachi yelled, louder than he had ever heard him before...

That was what had led to the current situation.

As he observed the neon lights of the city sprawled out below, Joker clicked his tongue. Okay, maybe it was my fault a little, but he didn't need to get so angry about it...

Well...... maybe I was a little too caught up in my game...

This wasn't the first time that Hachi had nagged at him. Usually he was so uptight about the smallest things that Joker just backtalked on impulse. Maybe the pent-up frustration from all those times had made Hachi stand his ground and speak up this time. And that made the blood rush to Joker's head too.

It had devolved into a back-and-forth after that. Joker had ended up raising his voice too and was now stubbornly determined to not apologize.

In retrospect, maybe he was to blame for everything after all. He could turn back and go apologize, but he just wasn't feeling up to it right now...

"Well, whatever. Hachi'll be in a better mood if I have a good story to tell when I get back," Joker said out loud to himself. Then he twisted around and leaned his body in to descend. Up ahead was the Harmony Theater, the recipient of his latest notice, illuminated with dazzling spotlights as tonight's audience was admitted inside.

...But this time, Joker should have called it off. If he had gone back immediately and apologized to Hachi, disaster wouldn't have struck. At this moment, Joker had no idea that something terrible had just happened to Hachi back at the airship...

#kaitou joker #light novel

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not-alien-girl-v · 1 year

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more frat kyle or frankenkyle idec i love both maybe just some fluff or whatever u feel like !!! i love ur fics 😫😫💞

warning: reader is drunk like really drunk, nausea but no throwing up, general party stuff yeah

note: writing this while watching asylum for the first time i’m gonna be real i haven’t seen it before. YES i know i changed tenses halfway through this but it’s 2am i’m not changing it

it had been hours since she first put on that skimpy black party dress, applied shades of pressed powder onto her clean skin, curled her lashes, tied her hair, did a coquettish twirl before her mirror for one last final look, then walked to the party a few blocks from her home.

the air was swirling in a most intoxicating fashion, music so loud she swore she saw the sound waves rippling down the packed halls and she felt at home, surrounded by drunk college kids, she fit right in, seeing as she was getting an undergraduate degree in some random major she had no idea how she was going to make a career out of, and the fact that she, too, had intentions to become drunk as fuck.

she doesn’t get drunk often, that’s one thing for sure. when kyle invites her to these types of parties, he goes all boyfriend mode and insists she stay sober so she can keep herself safe and he won’t have to spend all night looking after her while he has a whole frat house of men he has to do so with already.

but tonight, kyle had a pounding headache, likely due from the hours upon hours on top of hours with a side of hours à la mode he spent studying for his final exams of the semester, along with the actual stress of taking said exams. it was all over as of today, and some are choosing to celebrate via a party, but kyle would much rather get a solid nights rest.

he makes it maybe 3 hours into a good nap before awaking for no reason whatsoever, headache dissolved, but mouth dryer than the sahara desert itself, so he leaves the comfort of his warm bed to fetch himself a glass of water.

one careful sip, feeling the water soothe his dry throat, and his phone begins to ring. with every bone, every fiber in his body, he doesn’t want to answer it, but something inside him tells him he better, and to his surprise, it’s her.

he’d be lying if he said a lovely feeling didn’t sprout in his stomach when he saw her name lighting up her phone, and he almost lets it ring too long, dumb smile staring at her name, but he does pick up in the end.

“hey baby you alright?” he always starts their phone calls off the same way, even if he’s the one who calls first. there’s something so sacred to him about enduring her safety before anything else in conversation with her. he tries to do everything in his power to show how much he cares.

“kyle?” one word from you is all it takes for him to be grabbing his keys and jacket off the dining room table. something about the slur in the word she spoke, the way it came across as a question, kyle figured she needed him right now. sometimes he wonders if he just really likes being needed.

“where are you right now, sweetheart?” the pet name and the familiar drawl informed her that her suspicions were correct, she was, in fact, speaking with the boy she loved, the boy who didn’t come to this party.

“at a party,” she hiccuped and stretched her arms out wide, hearing her joints crack and pop.

“awesome. can you tell me where?”

“maybe…” she laughed too hard at her own joke and his deafening silence made her uncomfortable so she gave in, mumbling something about a blue house and austin and will, two guys kyle knew who lived in a fraternity with blue painted walls.

when kyle arrived at the house, the party was mostly over, a few stragglers straggling about on the front yard straggedly, and the house wasn’t packed wall to wall like he assumed it once had been that same night.

it wasn’t hard finding her, she was lightly singing to herself while she kicked her legs back and forth childishly, sat atop the kitchen counter. her attention was diverted to the tired boy once he came in to her line of sight, however.

“hey handsome. can i buy you a drink?” he’s worried for a second she truly doesn’t recognize him, but when her arms open sluggishly to engage him in a drunken embrace, he pushed the thoughts aside.

“cute. come on, let’s get home, sweetie.” he takes advantage of her already open arms, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her, feeling her slump over the curve of his shoulder and her chin resting on his back slightly.

she’s yapping amongst herself the whole walk to the car, her small happy voice muffled by the cloth of his t-shirt. he approaches his car, setting her down on the ground to fumble around in his pockets for his car keys. meanwhile, she walks her body straight into his, crashing her face into his chest in a sloppy manner, not even bothering to hug him or anything, just pressing herself into him.

“did you know that i love you?” the inky black sky is lit up by only a few stars, a sign that the two were surrounded by city, and with it, dense light pollution that prevented them from ever seeing more than a few twinkling spots here and there once the sun sets.

the keys aren’t in his pants pockets, and frustrated, he tries his jacket pockets now. “yeah, i knew.” finally, feeling cold metal touch his searching fingers, he whips the keys out of the inner pocket of his coat, inserting it into the car door to unlock it and escape the cold night that was upon them tonight.

he opens the door for her, but when he turns to her to coax her into getting in, he is met with a teary eyed look on her intoxicated face.

“hey, what’s with the tears, huh?” he finds a gentle pace rubbing up and down her arms, half to comfort, half to warm up the goosebumps forming from the frosty air nipping at her more and more with every coming second.

“you didn’t say you love me back,” she uses the back of her hand to smudge away the hot, salty tears rolling down her cheeks.

from keeping her at arms length, he closes in the distance and pulls her into his chest, one hand on the back of her head to rub gently with his thumb. “i thought it was implied, my darling.”

his touch feels like a fuzzy blanket on a cold winter night, like petals of a flower blooming and blossoming to her hearts content in her mind, she leans into it to show her appreciation for his presence and ability to care about such trivial matters.

wordlessly, she breaks from him, letting herself into the car and managing to strap herself in successfully, and kyle almost feels proud, as if she normally doesn’t possess this ability.

she waits until kyle has started the car from his seat next to her to speak up again. “can you hold my hand?” she looks at him with tired eyes and he’s fairly certain he’d chop off his entire hand and eat it for dinner if she deemed it necessary.

he inwardly melts, nodding and grabbing her hand from the top of her thigh, giving three gentle squeezes in hopes to make up for his previous wrong.

“alright baby, let’s get you in bed now.” he’s suddenly appeared right next to her, outside the car with the door opened next to her, she must have fallen asleep; because if she remembers correctly, he had just started the car up, now he’s out, and they’ve reached a destination. she squints at the building before her through the window.

“this isn’t my house,” she states plainly as if perhaps he wasn’t aware of this and had made some fatal error.

“yeah, it’s my house. well, not just my house but i do live here.”

“why not my house?” he tosses her arms around his neck before lifting her into his firm hold. he wouldn’t dream of dropping her.

“i figured,” the front door is already unlocked, likely the doing of a forgetful roommate of kyle’s, but it saves him some trouble as he continues down to his bedroom, “since you know, you’re in love with me and stuff,” he kicks his bedroom door open, “that you’d be okay with having a sleepover.”

“i love sleepovers! can i paint your nails?” gently, she’s set down on his bed with care and he’s quick to potter about in his drawers with a chuckle.

“if you really want to, in the morning, sure.” he chucks a clean t shirt and some shorts she left in his room last night she was over at her figure on the bed. “put these on,” he doesn’t mean to sound so demanding, but he figures she doesn’t notice/care.

“can we call cute boys? oh em gee, we can ask them to rate us! how fun would that be?” she’s getting herself all riled up and giddy as he walks back to the bed, shooting her a conflicted look.

he imagines them huddled up around a telephone with a phone book in hand, giggling and dialing the numbers of boys from other frats. a humorous sight to fathom, but not a likely one. “maybe another day, baby?”

“whatever,” she puts on a faux valley girl accent once she finishes in putting on the clothes and now she’s laying down under the green blanket, onto the black sheets next to the boy. once she’s done a comical amount of tossing, turning, adjusting of her clothes, brushing hair out of her face, cracking her back and knuckles, she needily cuddles into her boyfriend, hugging his head into her chest like he usually does to her and holding him there firmly.

he’s pressed up against her boobs, so he’s not complaining, but he does have to turn his head to the side so he isn’t being suffocated by her love.

“you’re pretty cute. you’re a cute boy. give me a rating, cute boy,” she commands and misses the aggressive rolling of eyes he presents as she can’t look at his face.

“rating women is bad for their self esteem. as a young man, i should know better than to reduce a girl to cheap modern beauty standards. you said that, you know?” he tells her with admiration dripping from his words, each consonant soaked in love and happiness.

she laughs too loud for two people huddled up in a room alone. “ok, sure, you big ol’ feminist. you are cute though. you’re so cute. like really, really cute. why did they make you so cute?”

he sighs, not wanting to engage in her antics and hoping if he calms her words, she’ll be closer to falling asleep. his arms circle around to her back, “dunno, sweetie.”

she hums happily. “you called me sweetie.”

“mhm.”

“i like when you do that. hey, never stop doing that, okay? even when i’m old and ugly and crabby and not sweet anymore. please?” her drunken words hold much more weight to them than she imagines, and a pretty feeling sprouts in kyle’s stomach. just the thought alone that even drunk, she sees kyle and her together so far into the future is enough to stir up his insides with a metal whisk.

“promise, sweetie.”

she’s quiet for a good long while, and he cuddles into her more, enjoying the attention and intimacy of behind held like this. he loves her more than she’ll ever understand.

“which boob is your favorite, left or right?” she speaks her mind and it takes every mature bone in his body not to burst out laughing.

“i can’t choose, i love them both equally as much as i love you.”

“ok but if you had to choose just one?”

“i’d have to say probably left.”

“of course you would, you pig man. the left one is bigger. you’re gross.” he can’t help but giggle at her, he wonders if she knows how funny she can be sometimes.

“if i’m so gross, then why are we cuddling in my bedroom, huh?”

“beats me. i didn’t even get a say about coming here. in some books, this counts as a kidnapping.”

“are you gonna call the cops on me, baby?”

“nope. i have stock hole syndrome or something. i’m totally obsessed with you now.”

“good. i like how obsessed you are with me. makes me feel like less of a creep for being so obsessed with you,” he speaks more truth that she seems equipped to handle right now, but she takes it well.

“i bet i’m more obsessed. sometimes when you’re in class and i miss you, i put your hoodie on a pillow and cuddle it n stuff and i pretend it’s you.”

“wow, what a freak you are.”

“hey! at least pillow kyle is nice to me! he can’t even talk. i think i like that better. you should shut your big fat mouth once in a while.”

“if i couldn’t talk, how could i call you sweetie? does pillow kyle call you sweetie like i do?”

she sighs. “you got me there…”

“i have a folder in my phone full of pictures i took of you when you didn’t know i was. i look at them all the time just cuz you look so pretty in them.”

“aww, you think i’m pretty when i’m not looking?”

“i think you’re pretty all of the time.”

“you’re such a sap. you’re pretty too though, don’t worry.”

“i wasn’t worried. i already knew, all the boys round these parts tell me all the time,” he jokes.

“oh yeah? you’ve been getting busy in this house?” she sounds much more sober than she first was when she called him, not completely, however.

“you know it. i’m the hottest piece of ass in this house. just cuz we’re all into chicks doesn’t mean we don’t take advantage of that every now and then.”

“really?” she sounds too close to convinced, so he tears away from her cradle and gives her a silly look.

“no.”

she reaches up to brush some blond hair from his dark eyes and lets her hand linger while she traces absentmindedly across his facial features.

“you haven’t kissed me all night.”

“didn’t know if you wanted to be kissed, sweetie. i wait until you’re sober for consent, i’m cool like that.”

“kiss me.” she was the one who instructed him to do so, yet she’s the one who pulls his face into hers, pausing a moment before making contact, letting their lips just gently brush, then pressing them together sweetly.

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Read Need Your Love Tonight ✈️💙🔥 NOW with early access HERE!

It's 1961 and we're headed to Hawaii for the U.S.S. Arizona Benefit Concert! ✈️ This one is an older woman and Elvis, so buckle up, babies! All the pics are from the day/night of the concert, just cuz I know a little visual stimulation never hurts...😏

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Finally, after what seems like forever, the main event begins. Your eardrums are blasted out by what must be at least two full minutes of young girls shrieking at the top of their lungs. Rightly so, you think as you watch the tall drink of water that is Elvis Presley strut onto the stage. You are blessing your lucky stars above for the divorce settlement because you are so close, you can see just how deliciously handsome the man is in person.

And, boy, is he.

Even having seen his perfect visage in movies on the big screen truly did not hold a candle to the broad-shouldered man in the glittering gold jacket standing on the stage before you. There is almost an innocence and perhaps even a nervousness in his deep-set dreamy blues. His dark hair is coiffed just perfectly and you watch his leg jiggle as he takes the microphone. A wave of heat rolls over you, flushing you from head to toe, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with the temperature in the arena.

There is a boyish playfulness to him you do not expect of the seasoned 26-year-old entertainer. He is indelibly charming and likable, not afraid to laugh at himself or the insanity of the crowd around him, but it’s not in a disparaging way. It’s more like he still can’t quite believe it’s all for him.

The reason he’s always fascinated you becomes obvious now that he’s right in front of you. He is a walking contradiction—delicate feminine features in a sharp masculine package, a deep low drawl coupled with a light warbling tenor. Singing lyrics that make you think the dirtiest things and then he turns around and does a spiritual. You have whiplash in the very best way.

You’re so distracted by his essence and the hypnotizing way he’s working the crowd that you almost forget about your sign. When One Night croons out of him with the promise of his “sweet helping hand,” a fire lights under you and you fumble around at your feet and flip the sign up for him to see.

Come on, come on, come on, you think, tapping your foot. Look over here.

At this point you will accept anything from the singer—a wink would suffice. Anything to let you know that you’re not just a washed-up divorcee who’s too old or ugly to find happiness with anyone else. Even if that happiness is just for one night because of one small moment, it’ll be worth it.

He’s so consumed by the song, his eyes closing and the rhythm pumping through his whole body, that you’re not sure he’ll see you. Your fingers grip the sign anxiously. You’d rather not have to hold it up for the rest of the concert, and you are kicking yourself for not remembering earlier, but you’ll do what you’ll have to do.

The end of the song comes, to which he adds a toe-curling groan, and when he opens his eyes, they land on you. A bolt of lightning strikes inside you, filling your veins with a scorching desire at the way those pretty eyes fall on your sign. You wait with bated breath as he reads each word silently, “Am I too old for you?” He gives you a quick cursory glance and then starts to walk away.

“Thank you,” he says to the crowd as screams fill the arena. The opening chords of Are You Lonesome Tonight start to play.

Fitting song choice, you think a little bitterly. Well, at least he saw me.

You find yourself fighting back tears, the split-second moment feeling anticlimactic and dissatisfying. A bit of a punch to the gut, really. It’s the dismissal that really stings, though your logical brain tells you he’s concentrating on his work and your sign is likely no more than a short distraction.

Suddenly, Elvis stops. He turns back towards you and steps in your direction. Your breath catches in your throat when he points at you. It is as if his finger is connected to you by an invisible string, and you find yourself sitting up taller and leaning forward on the edge of your seat. Then, he tilts the microphone away for a moment, his infamous lip curling up into a delicious boyish smile.

“Never,” he says, looking you straight in the eyes.

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shiiiko · 2 months

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Behind closed doors (kotover)

This is a fanfic because there is a lack of Kotover or Kotoka Torahime x Ver Vermillion fanfics 🥲, I would also just like to say that I have no affiliation with Nijisanji or it’s vtubers whatsoever, this is just pure fanfic based on my imagination

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It was a normal day in the Xsoleil institute of infinity, where people with abilities come together to learn. Ver Vermillion the president eating donuts as he signed the multitude of paperwork on his desk, the vice president, Kotoka Torahime shapeshifting into Meloco, a dear friend of theirs and another member of the student council, helping her with a problem, The underpaid therapist (aka: Hex Haywire) looking dumbfoundedly at Doppio Dropscythe who was drinking raw blended chicken as a part of his diet, quite an odd day, but for them the oddity of it all is normal.

As school hours ended one by one the institute got quieter due to the lack of students making a fuss and that also meant the council members leaving. However the shapeshifter vice president did not leave, instead she sat on the council’s designated couch. “Kotoka if you are here just to be trouble-” Ver started, not really looking forward to her teasing tonight, her had a lot to do under his plate and he felt like he would accidentally snap at her because of her gal like personality, sure it got annoying a ton of times but it was a little touching that despite everything that has happened she was able to retain her bright output

“I’m not here for trouble all the time” The dual haired woman retorted with a joking snort although her teasing tone betrayed her expression of annoyance. “I wanted to accompany you, Kaichou!” She grinned as she revealed her intentions, it wasn’t the first time Kotoka had ever accompanied Ver on his longer work hours, even helps him sometimes when she herself has nothing more to do.

Ver raised an eyebrow at her reply but said nothing and just nodded before he continued working on the paperwork. Kotoka was actually a decent person to be stuck with whenever she’s not screaming, unlike how she was during the day, loud, boisterous, mischievous she was quiet during the night, quietly reading a random book she found on the table as she awaited the president to finish his work.

As they continued on silently, the warm fire crackling, the ticking of the clock and the trees slightly hitting the closed window due to the gentle wind of the night was the only noise that could currently be heard in the usually loud council room, time passing by the second. Kotoka looked up from her book to yawn a bit, stretching her limbs in the process and also taking the chance to look at the front where Ver was working in his personal desk.

The book she was reading lay forgotten in her lap as she looked at Ver, observing his features, he always used to have his mask on but he actually looked quite handsome with it off for Kotoka, of course she would rather die than tell him that face to face, however she was not shy when he looked at his deep red eyes and his fluffy ear length black hair that faded to his namesake, Vermillion red, he had broad shoulders and despite being the shortest among the men in Xsoleil student council he was tall in his own right or when he was placed beside another student. They bickered all the time about the most ridiculous things but they always depended on each other nonetheless, she blushed at her own thoughts but her eyes still remained on him.

Feeling a stare on him, Ver looked up from the paper’s to see Kotoka staring at him, suddenly he was conscious of how he looked like, his cheeks reddening a bit as he stopped writing “Do I have something on my face?” He asked while touching his face but felt nothing there, Kotoka let out a burst of laughter and shook her head in response, standing up and putting a hand on her hip as she replied “do I have to have a reason to look at you now, Kaichou??” A teasing glint in her bright blue eyes, her reply caught him off guard and he shook his head and sighed, a slight upturn of his lips as he lets out a faint chuckle, he didn’t know what to do with this girl sometimes... but at the same time he wouldn’t know what to do without this girl and her burst of energy.

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yaunjie · 3 months

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RuPaul's Drag Race Szn 16, Episode 3 - The Mother of All Balls

Mother Goose Looks - [ ] Dawn — Cushy Cow — ALWAYS Love her make-up, The Make-up with gold horns were sickening. I loved the hoofs they were so cute. - [ ] Q — The Man in the Moon — Q’s makeup always whimsical, and I like the dark lipstick she’s always wearing. I LOOOOVE the moon headpiece it is so cute and her outfit is on theme and very detailed.I love the glimmer and shimmer. - [ ] Amanda Tori Meating — Little Pussy — The look didn’t really give much but stuffed cats and a little piece of fabric. I do not like her make-up looks usually. - [ ] Geneva Karr — Miss Muffet - Geneva looks great I love the pink lil miss muffet with the puffer material and I love the pastel colors. The ruffled hat is also really cute & i like the spider being on the back of the dress was creative. - [ ] Hershii LiqCour-Jete -- Burnie Bee — Her make-up was cute but I was not feeling the short wig or the fur neck piece. I do like the cut of the dress with the mermaid tail - [ ] Megami — Little Bo Peep — I like the wig but the deconstructed look is kinda tacky. I was not feeling the fish net stockings whatsoever. The sheep purse was cute tho. - [ ] Mhi’ya Iman Le’Paige — Mary’s Canary — I hated this look so much. It did not flatter her and the feathers on the chest was a BAD idea. It blocked her face. Her Makeup looked nice tho. - [ ] Mirage — Baa Baa Black Sheep — Mirage’s sheep ears were cute I love hoe the outfit is furry and glittery, it takes it to another level. I love the all black as well. The boots were giving everything they needed to give. - [ ] Morphine Love Dion — A Man & A Maid - The make-up is STUNNING but the look is a very basic maid latex dress with a simple cut at the cleavage. I wanted more. - [ ] Nymphia Wind — Little Boy Blue — I didn’t like the look much but the little blue heels were cute and I loved the gold accents on the blue - [ ] Plane Jane — Pussycat By the Fire — LOVE the wig, did excellent with the makeup & the fur looks great but the outfit wasnt as great. She looks like Jessica Rabbit. - [ ] Plasma — Tweedle-Dum & Tweedle Dee — This was so in Plasma’s lane the outfit was cute but I didn’t enjoy it much. I loved the colors. - [ ] Sapphira Cristal — Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater — Sapphira put a lot of thoughts into her looks tonight. She doesn’t come to play! I love the outfit and the makeup looks fantastic. I love the white eye she had and Her nails are orange and match the pumpkin. She is one of my favorites so far. - [ ] Xunami Muse — Humpty Dumpty — Xunami surprised me for sure she came out as an egg and then cracked the egg and the outfit underneath was so cute and flattering on her. The makeup is stunning. She has a cracked eggshell as a head piece and yolk earrings & even her wig looks like slimy eggwhites. This was soooo well executed and animated. I LOVED this look

Significant Mother Looks - [ ] Geneva Karr — Salma Hayek — I didn’t like the look much but her reasoning of why she picked Salma was meaningful. Two Mexican Queens making a name in the States. We stan. Makeup also is beattt downnn. - [ ] Dawn — Audrey Hepburn — The dress is simple but the cut outs at the waist is a nice touch. The hat was a cute addition and I looooved the draped fabric as a scarf. The makeup was so incredibly sickening. I mean that face is beat FLAWLESSLY. 10/10 this look. Dawn is also one of my favs this szn. - [ ] Hershii LiqCour-Jete — Mother Nature — I don’t like the latex outfit but I love the color choice. The blue looks so good on her skin and body is giving. - [ ] Mirage — La Llorona — The makeup is eating us uppp omg. Loce the ear pieces and the wet looking hair is just so cute. The outfit is okay. - [ ] Megami — Lady Gaga — The look is very similar to the original. I love the telephone reference.Not feeling the wig. - [ ] Amanda Tori Meating — Michelle Visage — I didn’t like the first look but the second look was cuter and the wig was cute. I love Michelle so this was an accurate look. - [ ] Morphine Love Dion — Kris Jenner — Looks just like kris jenner. I like the did the cut out suit and not just the simple suit look. Hair looks cute. Love the pearls, makeup. - [ ] Mhi’ya Iman Le’Paige — Lil Kim — I wish she would’ve chose another lil kim look, I think the whole look is tacky but I do like how her mannerisms are the same as lil kim’s and how she’s embodying her. - [ ] Q — Judy Garland — Love the makeup & hair. very similar to the original iconic ‘poppy’ dress. Very Flattering & colors are beautiful. I also like the crystal mic with the chain dragging at the end. Really loving this look tonight. - [ ] Nymphia Wind — Angelina Jolie — Look is stunning. Love the hair with the chop sticks, the flower on the front of the dress. Makeup looks amazing & I love that nymphia is paying homage to back home and her drag daughters. It is so cute and meaningful that they drew on the train. I love the inspiration behind this piece. I love the neck piece, I love the accent pieces on her nails as well. Just a very cohesive well put together piece. - [ ] Sapphira Cristal — LOVE LOVE LOVE the floor length soft locs it is givingggg ugh. The outfit is giving body I like the leaf pieces & glitter. I love the snake with the apple in its mouth, the black baby doll. Makeup was cute. - [ ] Plane Jane — Octomom — I like the comedy the look was giving but it was very simplistic also I didnt like the wig. - [ ] Xunami Muse — Kandy Muse — Love that Xunami payed homage to her drag mother. Kandy is iconic and unapologetically herself. I like the denim and the denim boombox. Good comparison to the original look. - [ ] Plasma — Anne Boleyn — Love this look. The color and material is very nice & the makeup is very clean and cute. The headpiece is very cute. I love the corset and the flared sleeves with the different print in the insides. Very classy look. - [ ]

Call Me Mother/Father Eleganza - [ ] Geneva Karr — I loved the outfit before I even saw it on her. I love the fit and it flatters her. I love the colors together the military green and baby blue is really cute. I like the cut outs at the neck and sleeve. - [ ] Dawn — LOVE THESE ORANGE BOOTS WITH THE HEADPIECE TO MATCH. The jacket is so well constructed and cute. Make up is stunning per usual. She is very resourceful and the boots are made of workers aprons! - [ ] Hershii LiqCour-Jete — Not feeling the wig at all & not seeing how this look is giving mother/father. Shes off out of theme. - [ ] Mirage — The look is okay but also think she is missing the mark. It does look androgynous tho. - [ ] Megami — Love her hair and makeup. I like the toolbelt as well. Cropped jacket is also cute. - [ ] Amanda Tori Meating — I don’t like the patterns. I don’t like her hair and the look is just overall tacky. Makeup is a mess - [ ] Morphine Love Dion — I like the denim outfit with the star earrings soso cute. I love her makeup as well. All this bitch does is talk about her BBL and ass like stfu already - [ ] Mhi’ya Iman Le’Paige — The look isn’t cute. I feel like she tries too hard to be different and she was missing the theme as well. - [ ] Q — I love the look I love the corset and boots. Body looks snatched. Love the bangs just chefs kiss - [ ] Nymphia Wind — I love this ties and the construction. Makeup looks good and the look is nice overall. - [ ] Sapphira Cristal — Not feeling this look i think she could’ve done more. Love the hair tho - [ ] Plane Jane — It didn’t give. She spent that time tryna be shady looking all into Geneva’s look and then brought this out on the runway. She’s barely wearing anything besides stockings and the fabric covering her nipples. She didn’t spend too much time on this look. - [ ] Xunami Muse — Also looks like there was no effort put into this look. nothing wowed me here - [ ] Plasma — Also not the best look. Minimum effort.

I think that Hershii should’ve been safe and not Mhi’ya I think all her looks were tacky but only 2 of Hershii’s was. Mother Goose Looks - [ ] Dawn — Cushy Cow — ALWAYS Love her make-up, The Make-up with gold horns were sickening. I loved the hoofs they were so cute. - [ ] Q — The Man in the Moon — Q’s makeup always whimsical, and I like the dark lipstick she’s always wearing. I LOOOOVE the moon headpiece it is so cute and her outfit is on theme and very detailed.I love the glimmer and shimmer. - [ ] Amanda Tori Meating — Little Pussy — The look didn’t really give much but stuffed cats and a little piece of fabric. I do not like her make-up looks usually. - [ ] Geneva Karr — Miss Muffet - Geneva looks great I love the pink lil miss muffet with the puffer material and I love the pastel colors. The ruffled hat is also really cute & i like the spider being on the back of the dress was creative. - [ ] Hershii LiqCour-Jete -- Burnie Bee — Her make-up was cute but I was not feeling the short wig or the fur neck piece. I do like the cut of the dress with the mermaid tail - [ ] Megami — Little Bo Peep — I like the wig but the deconstructed look is kinda tacky. I was not feeling the fish net stockings whatsoever. The sheep purse was cute tho. - [ ] Mhi’ya Iman Le’Paige — Mary’s Canary — I hated this look so much. It did not flatter her and the feathers on the chest was a BAD idea. It blocked her face. Her Makeup looked nice tho. - [ ] Mirage — Baa Baa Black Sheep — Mirage’s sheep ears were cute I love hoe the outfit is furry and glittery, it takes it to another level. I love the all black as well. The boots were giving everything they needed to give. - [ ] Morphine Love Dion — A Man & A Maid - The make-up is STUNNING but the look is a very basic maid latex dress with a simple cut at the cleavage. I wanted more. - [ ] Nymphia Wind — Little Boy Blue — I didn’t like the look much but the little blue heels were cute and I loved the gold accents on the blue - [ ] Plane Jane — Pussycat By the Fire — LOVE the wig, did excellent with the makeup & the fur looks great but the outfit wasnt as great. She looks like Jessica Rabbit. - [ ] Plasma — Tweedle-Dum & Tweedle Dee — This was so in Plasma’s lane the outfit was cute but I didn’t enjoy it much. I loved the colors. - [ ] Sapphira Cristal — Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater — Sapphira put a lot of thoughts into her looks tonight. She doesn’t come to play! I love the outfit and the makeup looks fantastic. I love the white eye she had and Her nails are orange and match the pumpkin. She is one of my favorites so far. - [ ] Xunami Muse — Humpty Dumpty — Xunami surprised me for sure she came out as an egg and then cracked the egg and the outfit underneath was so cute and flattering on her. The makeup is stunning. She has a cracked eggshell as a head piece and yolk earrings & even her wig looks like slimy eggwhites. This was soooo well executed and animated. I LOVED this look

I think that Hershii should’ve been safe and not Mhi’ya I think all her looks were tacky but only 2 of Hershii’s was.

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30th July 2013

Dear Pete,

Turns out Big Red has his own ideas about what me telling him I'd see him soon might mean. At 7am this morning he was back on my doorstep. Another kiss on the cheek and then another weak hug.

This is a problem.

If you give me a limp hug, you will pretty much be dead to me. You will no longer hold any sexual appeal whatsoever. Get in there, gentlemen. Crack a few ribs or seriously don’t bother. I have no time for things done by halves. A weak hug suggests, well, I am sure you can work out where I am going with that...

I didn't say that to him though. Instead I felt my top lip curl in disgust and made a mental note for after he left to add it to the list of reasons not to date him.

He took me out for breakfast before work and mouth full of eggs and toast I looked up halfway through to find him staring at me. Self-consciously wiping at my chin, he smiled as my hand came away food-free.

"What?" I asked. Food bulged my cheeks out. "Just you." Big blues stared into mine. A smile stretched across his face. "What about me?" Shifting uneasily I dropped my eyes from his. "You're just amazing. You are everything that I said I was looking for." A flush hit my cheeks at about the same time my heart skipped. There are two kinds of skips, right? There's that 'oh I'm so in love' skip that everyone loves and is addicted to, and then there's that 'get the hell out of Dodge' skip as previously mentioned. I'm going to let you guess as to which I experienced. Part of me wanted to yell that I felt exactly the same, while the other part wanted to hide under the table shaking uncontrollably until he had left the room. Given that we'd spent less than forty-eight hours total together and I had a mouthful of smashed egg, I was lost as to how to respond. Jamming more food in, I was mostly hoping he'd find something to distract himself from the silence he got in return.

The more time we spend together, the faster I feel myself getting attached. This should be one of those times where I'm just ecstatic, bouncing off the walls, and floating on a love-filled (lust- filled?) cloud. But I'm not. Instead I'm sitting here absolutely terrified that this man who is doing everything in his power to win me over is only doing so because I look like the best option right now. That's not even the terrifying bit. The terrifying bit is that I think it's working.

It is not a nice feeling. And yet it is also an amazing feeling. That sort of attention is like a drug and the more I get the more I want.

Also, I like him. He's capable of being sweet and really nice, but without being boring. Right now I can't shake the feeling that it's all an act because why would a man like that be interested in me? He's what is pretty much considered cool while I'm over here all #dorklyfe

Yes, I hashtagged you. I'm not even sorry. I am at a total loss as to what to do here.

Got home this afternoon and he dropped by without warning. It was nice that he wanted to, but that nagging feeling is about as subtle as a jackhammer working away in my brain, so I tried to gently hint that we were done for the day. Three visits in forty- eight hours. What is going on? Why is this guy all up in my grill like this is how dating is done? Are you getting a sense that he's actually on the hunt for something to replace the void that exists now that he is without his wife? I would bet both kidneys they were a 24/7 kind of couple and this guy ain't too good with alone time.

He stuck around anyway. This guy is Captain Oblivious and it's starting to shit me. Never one to be easily defeated, I tried again.

"It was such a big day. I've got so much work to get through tonight. Ugh!" We were sitting on the couch and I had my legs up, my feet gently resting against his thigh. He pulled them into his lap and starting massaging them. Of course he did.

"Do you have any board games?" "I'm sorry?" That one definitely caught me off-guard. "You heard me. Board games." "Umm, yeah I guess. I didn't really figure you for the board game type though." Christopher appeared in his bedroom doorway. "Oh come on, Liv. Everyone likes a game of naked Twister every now and again." Shooting him a fierce scowl he retreated back into his room. Turning back it seemed Big Red was serious about the board game question. "Okay, I'll have a look. There's definitely Jenga, maybe Monopoly. Don't suppose you play chess?" "Chess isn't a board game." He rolled his eyes at the stupidity of my comment and I felt my jaw tighten in annoyance. Remembering that I still might want this guy to marry me one day I forced a smile.

Mood slightly altered, I grabbed Jenga and hoped for the best. Twenty minutes later there was nothing to worry about and I was laughing as I won the fourth game in a row. Pure skill on my part, I might add. All those nights of playing drunken board games in our rooms at college finally paid off. My skill was a dominant force and I maintain that I would have still won even if his hands weren’t the size of dinner plates.

Then he leaned in and kissed me.

Knowing that my willpower was about to melt into a useless puddle on the floor, I did the only thing I could do to keep my pledge to not have sex with him until I knew whether I genuinely liked him or was just hopelessly addicted to the sweet attention he gives.

"Whoa! You have got to go. I just remembered there's things, and um, and stuff, that uh, need to be done. Now. Like right now." Herding him to the door he began to protest but I shoved him harder and put a grin on my face. "This was so much fun. All kinds of fun, but I really, I mean I'm so busy."

"Doing what?" "Well there's, um, Christopher!" I called to him, praying that just this one time he would be the rock that is my strength and support during my times of need, and not the rock chained mercilessly around my neck that drags me to the depths of the ocean as I flail in an oxygen-deprived state. Like a hero he appeared in his doorway again. "Yes, Princess Liv?" "We have to go. We got that thing. And there's the stuff. And your mum! She said there were things. And so he has to go." An evil and charming smile formed on Christopher's lips. So sexy and devious was that look that I wasn't sure whether to slap him or whether to kick Big Red out just so that I could jump him. "Oh I don't know, Liv. All those things are important, but your friend seems like he's having such a good time. I'm sure there isn't anything in there that can't wait just a little longer." Hissing at him and with a look I reserve for only dire of circumstances I walked towards him. "We could wait. But then something might happen. And if something were to happen, well, who knows how badly that could end."

Of course by this stage Big Red knew that I was completely lying and trying to cover up that I desperately wanted him gone. In part it was my terrible acting but I'm guessing the fact it happened straight after he kissed me was also a minor giveaway.

You might be asking why. Fair enough. It is because I know myself. I know that the second that boy gets my clothes off and we have sex I am going to decide I'm in love with him. I know that once that happens and he ends it because it was nothing more than a meaningless hook-up to him I'm going to be devastated. I know that I will cry. If we could prolong that till I'm absolutely certain he's worth crying over, well, that'd be great.

"It's okay, Liv. I've got stuff to do anyway. Thanks for the Jenga." He leans in to kiss me and I'm reminded why I stand no chance near this boy without supervision. "I'll call you later, okay?"

Later on I stood in Christopher's doorway and tried to explain it all to him, but he had other concerns.

"Are you sure you didn't have sex?" he said, mystified. "No, Christopher. I think I would remember that." "Are you absolutely certain though?" "Why would I forget something like that?" Frustration and impatience growing.

"Why do you do anything? I don't get it. The guy is basically obsessing over you and he doesn't even know if you're any good in bed yet. Unless..." "He likes me?" Hopeful as my voice sounded I knew that wasn't the direction Christopher's brain was headed in. "No." He laughed and patted my head. "Silly Liv. No. You've made it a game. A chase. He's probably thinking he's this close," he squeezed his thumb and index finger together so that only a sliver of light passed between them. "Do you think it's been a while?"

Threw a pillow at him and stomped off. That is your brother.

Realising there was no chance of getting any sense from Christopher ever I put on Dan In Real Life to remind myself that someone in Hollywood certainly thinks these things can develop an intense meaning in three days. As for my view on whether or not you can know in that time, I may have been unfairly stacking the odds one way by watching that movie.

I like him. I think. So why am I questioning everything he does and trying to run every time he looks at me like he might actually care about me one day? Am I that damaged? Or am I that intuitive and he is more messed up than I am?

It doesn't matter anyway. I rock at Jenga and that is the only thing of value here. Right?

Liv aka The Jenga Queen x

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𝙞𝙛 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚 - 𝙬𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨

(Warnings: emotional and physical abuse, neglect, mentions of smoking / weed, cussing, yandere themed Wes Hicks. This is basically the same as this story I wrote but with a different... ending.

It's also a lot more detailed and goes into more depth. If you like this fic and can donate a $1, tips are appreciated but not to be expected! My ko-fi is: here. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!! If you have any other ideas or requests, don't hesitate to send them my way!

(Y/N) didn't need to see his face to know that he had a wild stare of a piranha. Those blue eyes which once brought her a sense of comfort and warmth now froze her veins and made her body go as cold as ice. She remembers as if it were yesterday when they had stolen a few bottles of liquor along with a pack of beer from her father's garage and sat outside on the roof of her house, allowing the summer wind to kiss their skin gently with its' breath as they gazed up at what little stars shined in the sky. "You have the most prettiest eyes," she admitted with a sheepish grin, the alcohol completely taking over whether she liked it or not.

She tried her hardest not to show her true feelings towards her best friend but tonight, she guessed the alcohol had other ideas store in for her. (Y/N) had always been such a lightweight, too, which was so unfortunate. It was one of the reasons she didn't drink, really. Expect that night, her and her best friend, Wes, were growing bored of watching the same horror movies, again and again on repeat. They had also ran out of weed to smoke and her parents were home therefore even if they had a blunt to pass back and forth with each other, there wouldn't be a way to fully enjoy the affect and the feeling that the weed had to offer because they couldn't smoke in the house or else her parents would smell it. (Y/N) swore her mother and father had dog DNA swimming through their veins or something with how easily they could recognize scents.

They almost caught her once with the odor of weed sticking to her clothes but luckily, thanks to her mother being a rather shitty cook, the smoke alarm had gone off in the kitchen thus cutting off the conversation midway. Luckily, they never brought it up again, either. They also couldn't smoke in the garage because her father had been paranoid ever since the first Woodsboro massacre happened and his prized possessions were his tools and so help whoever even thought of touching and stealing part of his property therefore he had hidden cameras put up.

But... you know, the man had no worry about his wife or his daughter, though.... ironically enough. Only did the garage and backyard have security cameras. "Why isn't there cameras in the rest of the house?" Wes had asked one day while they were eating lunch in the backyard. The sun was bright and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

The weather was warm but not too warm where sweat was dripping or sticking to their skin. It was the perfect way to say goodbye to summer. The smell of the grill was still strong in the air and (Y/N), after having smoked before eating (best way to eat was when you're high as a kite and have the munchies) was still starving even though she had two cheeseburgers and three hotdogs, the smell not helping her craving whatsoever. (Y/N) luckily held back because her mom had been giving her questioning looks and had even pointed out why she was eating so much which (Y/N) just replied with a simple shrug of her shoulders and lied through her teeth, saying it was that time of month and she's hungrier than usual. (Which technically was not a lie.) "Too much money," her mother had said with a roll of her eyes. "He had just enough for his mancave and that was it," She shrugged.

"At least we have a motion detector in the backyard, I suppose that's better than nothing." Wes nodded thoughtfully before he smiled and stood to his feet, "I'm going to go to the garage and get another soda from the fridge. Miss (L/N), want one? (Y/N)?" They both said 'yes' and watched him leave and as soon as he was out of view, (Y/M) turned to look at (Y/N) with a smile so wide and big it practically looked as if it were painted on. "You like him, don't you?" "Mom! Stop, oh my God... No, No I don't-" "Oh, honey... I'm sure he likes you too," She answered in a matter of fact tone. "Who wouldn't like you? You are MY daughter after all. You know, before I met your father, I had guys lined up, waiting for me to date them and-" (Y/N) had to hold back her food at that statement and an eyeroll, too. Narcissistic, much? Is what (Y/N) wanted to say but for obvious reasons decided against it.

Her mother continued to babble on and on and all (Y/N) did was shrug in reply before she waited for Wes to return so they could finish their food and go to her room and have their usual movie marathon. This was the main reason she didn't spend so much time with her mother, all she could do was talk about herself and embarrass her in front of her friends. It took him a few minutes and she wondered if it was possible that the fridge had fell on top of him and before she could get up to her feet and go check what was taking him so long, Wes returns with two cans of soda. "Sorry, these were the last two and I didn't want to be rude so I went ahead and put more drinks in the fridge." He explained as he came back and sat down. "Where's yours at, sweetheart?" (Y/N)'s mom asked as she reached over and grabbed her drink, flipping the tab open and taking a swig, humming in delight as the flavor rests on her tongue. "You know... it completely slipped my mind. I was more focused on trying to find the drinks and putting them back in the fridge I forgot to go and get my own. Let me go do that and I'll also take your trash if you two are done?" "Isn't he such a doll!?" (Y/N)'s mom repeated with a coo, smiling even more wider than she had before as he had gone and left once again. "I'm full. If I eat another bite, I think I'm going to barf. We're going to go to my room," (Y/N) said, plastering on a fake smile as she got to her feet.

"Thanks for dinner," She said because if she hadn't acknowledged the fact her mom 'cooked' dinner, she'd get hell for it later on.

Her mom didn't care if her friend was here or not to cause a scene. Wes had seen the few arguments break out before between the two of them. And at the end of those nights when (Y/N) was crying out of frustration and anger, Wes reassured her karma will come back on her mother eventually, one day. And she'd be out of this house before she knew it. Her and Wes would run away, escape the hellhole that is Woodsboro and go and travel the world together. "Hey, let's go and get drunk. You down for that?" And with a sniffle and a weak nod, (Y/N) mumbled a soft little, 'yeah, let's get fucking plastered.' It was a usual occurrence that happened after that day. Any time one or the other or both got angry or were feeling any type of negative emotion creeping up on them, they'd call each other up or call the other one and ask if they wanted to go and sit on the roof and drink until they're sick.

Out of all the times they had been drinking, though, (Y/N) never showed how she truly felt towards Wes. Until that very moment. "I have what?" He asked, completely taken aback on what just left her mouth. (Y/N) giggled again and threw her hands over her face, embarrassment washing over her completely. "Your eyes," She repeated. "They're so pretty. They remind me of the ocean. My favorite place to be at is by the shoreline." She admitted. "I can get lost, swimming in the color of your eyes." And oh my God, she wished she could stop talking but the liquor wouldn't give up and the words kept coming out. "Be careful," Wes had said as he took the bottle of beer he had and placed it to his lips, taking the last sip of what was in the glass before he turned to her, flashing her a smile that caused butterflies to erupt in the pit of her stomach and caused her heart to flutter.

"I reckon that if you stay in the water for too long, you'll drown." "Oh, but my dearest Wesley, to die in those pretty blue eyes of yours sounds heavenly and I'd be thankful to have gone out that way." "Be careful with what you wish for, (Y/N)." And they grew quiet before erupted into a fit of laughter. And it wasn't until right fucking now did she realize he hadn't been joking that night on the roof. He wasn't joking either when he had said he'd kill for her.... Working at the local diner in Woodsboro wasn't terrible, believe it or not. That is, unless you worked night shift. And as luck would have it, (Y/N) agreed to switch shifts with her co-worker and closest friend, Mindy.

She needed the money desperately because it seemed as if her mother was losing more and more of her mind each day and (Y/N) was becoming her personal punching bag.

Her father was no help, he locked himself up in the garage to try and get away from it all.

When she asked why he never stuck up for himself or for her, all her dad did was shrug in reply and run a hand through his hair, mumbling an apology. "It'll get better, sweetie. I promise. It's just one of those days she's having. You know how it is." Expect it had always been like this. 'One of those days' meant every day. The exact same conversations, too.. Everything was the same.

(Y/N) found no use in having the same conversation, over and over again, she was growing tired of the same shit every day. With this being said, she was quick to jump on the offer of getting more hours.

A longer shift meant more money in her pocket and more cash in her wallet meant she'd be able to leave her house. The sooner, the better. (Y/N) never realized how fucking awful working nightshift would be, however. As soon as it struck midnight, the creeps began to roll in. One after another, they piled up until half of the booths and tables were taken by men (some women, too) who looked like they should be part of a true crime documentary.

(Y/N) shuddered as she remembers a few weeks ago, there had actually been another kill in Woodsboro.

No such luck in finding the killer, or any trace of what was left behind, either. Whoever was the killer was surely good at hiding their tracks. The police station at Woodsboro, followed by the cops that worked for them, were a total shitshow. And (Y/N) still stands by that statement because after she had gotten orders for the odd bunch that sat out in the dining room and gave them their meals with a fake smile and told them to have a great night, she had received a text from an unknown number. At first, (Y/N) didn't answer it. Why should she? She wasn't the dumb bitch in a horror movie. Never answer the phone to a number you don't know. (Sorry Sidney.... and every other person that answered the phone before getting butchered by the killer that went by Ghostface. May they rest in peace.

(Y/N) was built different, though. She knew better. She actually had a brain. One that properly worked. She could survive a horror movie. Wes even agreed and said she could. He even told her she'd be the final girl.) Therefore, she didn't answer the text. She ignored it and went on to check her social media accounts. She ignored it until the number spammed her with multiple messages. Followed by images. Several photos, in fact. And.... okay... Fine. Curiosity got the best of her. What can she say? She clicked on the notification and the pictures she saw made her wish she had never clicked on the open file.

Curiosity did, in fact, kill the cat. Whoever was behind the phone and sent her the messages, too.... killed her parents, apparently.

There was a photo of her father with multiple stab wounds in his chest followed by a long, jagged cut across his neck.

The next picture was of her lifeless mother's body.

The only difference between her father and her mother's body was that her father's head remained attached. Her severed head was placed in her lap, a blood-splattered smile drawn across her tore apart lips. Yet, it wasn't that visual that made (Y/N) sick with nausea.

It was what was written underneath her feet. Written in blood, there remained a sentence that only one person had ever told to (Y/N).

"I told you I'd kill for you." Then (Y/N) connected the dots. She put two and two together almost instantly.

Wes. Her phone slips between her fingers and crashes beneath her feet, the screen shattering. She doesn't care. She doesn't care about anything expect going home. (Y/N) grabs her jacket and her keys and runs out the door, ignoring how her boss calls out for her, venom striking his words as he hollered out for her, "Where the fuck do you think you're going!?" 'Going to go get the Woodsboro killer myself because apparently the police here don't know how to do it. And I know who it is. And I have a better chance of survival.'

Of course, she doesn't say this.

She just gets up and exits out the diner, the small bell announcing her leave. She had always been terrified of coming home due to her mother's actions and her behavior.

Usually, any time she'd enter through the door, her greeting was a slap to the face or harsh words that cut into her heart like a knife.

Sometimes, (Y/N) preferred the physical pain rather than the emotional damage her mother had given to her. The scars and bruises would heal, but those words she'd say would always haunt her.

It was odd now, though, to enter through the door and be met with silence.

Quietness.

Nothingness. The only sounds visible to ear were the creaking of the hardwood floors as she stepped inside, her heart hammering in her chest as she took a deep, shaky breath.

The portraits on the wall were shattered, pieces of broken glass scattered everywhere.

(Y/N) could've laughed because it wasn't the first time the photographs had been broken.

Expect, the laugh died down in her throat as she noticed a trail of blood that lead into the garage.

Oh, God... she really was going to throw up. As she entered the garage, she wasn't met with Wes but the rotting aroma of corpses; her parents lifeless flesh.

Her eyes watered and she choked on a sob, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and block out the horrendous scent as she turned sideways, her eyes stinging as her vision blurred with tears. This time, she let her lunch from earlier show up.

Once she was done puking her guts up, she wipes her mouth on the collar of her shirt and inhales a shaky, jagged breath. She wipes her eyes with her free hand, the one that doesn't have vomit coated on her fingers, and looks around at the damage that has been done. The pavement which was usually stone cold grey now appeared as if someone had spilt an entire can of paint over the cement. She knew better than to believe it to be paint. The bodies proved that much.

Before she entered the house, she grabbed her emergency flashlight from the backseat of her cat and a crowbar her father had given her just in case something happened with her vehicle. Never did she think she'd have to use it to beat the living shit out of her best friend. Never, in a million years, did she think Wes Hicks would be Ghostface. Or, one of the infamous killers, anyways. (Y/N) scanned the area with her vision still blurred with tears, taking in the sight of old soup cans, boxed up Christmas and other holiday decorations, old, worn out tires and bike parts.

Suddenly, there was a loud, thumping noise that nearly made (Y/N) piss her pants and as she twisted her body around, half expecting to be met with Wes, she was met with nothing but an antique doll with only one eye. In the faintest of light given by the object she held in her grasp, the doll's sewn up smile seemed to widen, like she knew something (Y/N) didn't.

Her stomach dropped and her heart seemed to stop beating. She walked towards the doll, only to pick up the fragile item and throw it across the wall, the head of the toy collapsing into millions of pieces. Right before she could register what was happening, there was a loud CRACK! and (Y/N) is falling down, down, down, right in her parent's blood, the crimson liquid seeping into her clothes, drenching her in red.

Her mind is whirling, going a thousand miles per hour, and her vision is now not only blurry with tears but hazy and cloudy. "Oh, sweetheart... You should've known the doll was a distraction." a voice all too familiar said. She couldn't say anything, though, because as she tried to open her mouth, there was another sharp pain across her face and against her head, instantly knocking her out cold. "Shhh.... you're safe now... With me. Only me."

(Y/N) woke up to below freezing water being thrown against her. She gasped, her breaths short and hard as she blinked several times, trying to comprehend what was going on and where she was at exactly.

Once her vision was somewhat normal and she could kind of-sort-of see, she notices she's in a cellar. There was one bare bulb above her, sputtering to life, though it was far too dim to reach the corners of the room for her to take in what was around her.

Or, most importantly, who was around her. It appeared as if she was in a cellar, anyways, though she isn't quite sure. "“Did you sleep well? Don’t lie to me, I watched you.” The voice said. She grimaced, knowing all too well whose voice that belonged to.

"Wes." She gasped, feeling those tears beginning to swell up in her eyes again, fear taking over her whole body as she shook. "Wes," she repeated, voice trembling as she spoke.

"What have you done? What did you do?" "It's always the one that's unexpected, isn't it? Surprised you never figured it out sooner." He stated.

(Y/N) didn't need to see his face to know that he had a wild stare of a piranha.

He ended up stepping into the light and her heart drops even further down, knowing she was right. He gives her a mischievous grin, eyes dark and sinister. "What's the matter, (Y/N)? Looks like you've seen a ghost." He said, mocking the same exact words that the serial killer, Billy Loomis, had said to Sidney Prescott all those years ago. She couldn't believe this. Couldn't believe any of it! Before she could stop herself, she's crying.

“Oh, baby... why are you crying? I took care of the problem!” He flashed another grin.

Usually, his smile would've made her heart skip a beat but instead, this time, it made her stomach turn and twist into knots and she shook her head, bile nearly rising in her throat, the same way it had done earlier.

She swallowed the lump down before she finally spoke, "You didn't need to do this, Wes. There was no fucking reason." The grin never left his face, instead he tilted his head aside and scoffed before replying, “You might not understand now but you will thank me later. It doesn't matter though, does it, (Y/N)? I'm all you have left.

"I'm the only person who truly loves you. Your father never cared, if he had he would've taken you away from that worthless piece of shit you called your mother years ago. Your mother's love was putting cigarette burns out onto your skin and cutting your hair for disobeying her. I could go on and on.

"That's not love. Neither of what they did to you was love. They could care less about you, (Y/N). I care, though. Because I stopped them. I took away their lives for your happiness and now...?

"Now, you come here with tears in your eyes and tell me I'm in the wrong? No, they were, baby. They were in the wrong here. No parent ever would lay a hand on their child or ignore their cries for help if they cared. Expect me, (Y/N). I love you. I care for you. I care about you. Why is that so fucking difficult for you to understand?" "You're fucking crazy," She gasped, the tears never seeming to stop as it continues to roll down her skin, sticking to her cheeks. "Crazy for you." He said matter of fact, that darkness in his eyes only growing deeper, more wickedness and evil consuming him from the inside out. "Don't make me hurt you, (Y/N). It's the last thing I want to do. We were made for each other, you & I. I need you more than I need air to breathe. And so help me God, I'll stop anyone that tries to take you away from me. And so far, I have. Your parents, your friends..." "You.... You killed my friends?" She echoed his words, unsure if she had heard him correctly. "Oh, yeah. The Meeks... they were the last to go. While you ran to get here, leaving the diner so abrupt, so suddenly, I took a little visit to Mindy and Chad's place. They were so easy to kill. Sam and Tara were a little more... difficult, considering Sam was the daughter of Billy Loomis. Can't believe she tried using a cheesy, one liner like, 'don't fuck with a serial killer's daughter.'" Wes threw his head back, laughter leaving his lips before he shook his head. "Pathetic, she was. Her father would be ashamed of her, I know I am. He'd be disappointed to know she wasn't the final girl. But... alas, you are that girl. My final girl, (Y/N). How do you feel?" "I feel like I'm going to throw up all over again... you're a fucking monster, Wes." "I don't mind being a monster, as long as I'm your monster." Wes said, that smile never seeming to vanish or disappear from his face. "It was always going to be us in the end, (Y/N).

"No matter what. Nothing else matters, expect you and I. Neither Amber, Mindy, Chad, Liv, Sam, Tara.... whoever else, they never cared. They never mattered. At the end of the day, it was always me that loved and cared for you." "H-How'd you even manage to get away with it all?" "Easy. I'm the son of a police officer. Not much else to add or explain myself, is there? It was also rather simple and easy to kill your parents, given the fact I removed the security cameras and motion detectors the last day of summer.

"Plus, I didn't want my girl to have to see the footage of me, slaughtering her parents. That would have made me a monster - forcing you to watch your parents being brutally murdered. But I'm not a monster... No, I'm just a boy who fell in love with a girl." "This isn't a movie, Wes! People like you are the reason they give movies a bad fucking name nowadays! You're a fucking psychopath." "No, (Y/N). As the famous Billy Loomis had said, movies don't create psychos, movies make psychos more creative. And life is just one big movie, isn't it?

"Expect this time, we do get to choose the genre. And you and I are endgame. This isn't a horror movie, my love. This is just the beginning of our new romantic life together. You promised we'd be together, forever. And I'm sticking by my promise." He walked close to her, getting down on her eye level and he cocks his head aside, the same way he had done earlier and he flashes a smile, showing too much teeth as he fished out the knife out from the pocket of his pants.

Wes then dragged the blade across her cheek, not enough to draw blood but just enough to make her cheeks sting due to the sensation.

"Now, you better behave or you'll end up like your friends and family. Besides... I know you love me, too. So say it. Say those three little words. Be a good girl and behave." An endless sea of tears trail down her cheeks and (Y/N) nods weakly, muttering out those words she had always wanted to tell Wes. Expect, the situation would've been a lot different as to what it was like now.

"I love you." And those words she had always wanted to hear him say, he said it back. Expect now, she didn't want to be loved by him. Whoever this boy was, it was not Wes Hicks. It was not the one she fell in love with. But now... Now, she was stuck, being his final girl. And there was nothing she could do. That's just how the movie ends. Let the credits roll. There's no happily ever after.

The screen just fades to black.

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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Can i request “I’m not leaving. Ever.” with leviathan and gn mc

Red Alert! Emotional Support Demon Required

Prompt: “I’m not leaving. Ever.”

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Gn!MC/Reader x Leviathan

Summary: You and Levi were supposed to do an anime marathon tonight, but for some reason, you never show up at his room.

Warnings: Feelings of depression.

A/N: I recently played further into season 3 and absolutely loved Leviathan in it (I didn't even know it was possible to love him more!). I wanted to write something that shows that sometimes, this shy bean of a demon knows what to do when his Henry is feeling down.

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He had been waiting for this day for weeks.

Ever since the release date of I Thought I'd Like Working As A Butler, But My Boss Turned Out To Be My Best Friend, And Now I'm Feeling Super Conflicted But Also Kind Of Into It So Please Send Help? had been confirmed on the forums, Levi had planned out the biggest marathon for newly released animes for the both of you. First, he had brought enough sodas and snacks to last the entire night. Second, he had made an entire list of the animes you and him were going to watch in order from most hyped and talked about, and finally, you two would be reviewing your favorites and talk more in depth about your favorite stories, characters and plot points! He just couldn't wait- this was going to be so cool!

Except that, as the time of your meeting in his room approached more and more, Levi grew anxious. He started shifting in his seat on the floor, the countdown for the first episode on his TV's screen kept dropping and yet, you still weren't sitted by his side. The broadcast was about to start, but there was no way he'd let you miss out on the first few seconds, whatever the reason for your absence was. And so the demon got up from his seat on the floor, and left the comfort of his room to walk to your own.

Levi's knocks were weak against your door, before the demon shyly cracked it open to peek inside your bedroom. "M-MC..?"

Your room was entirely plunged into darkness, save for the tree's dim lights, much to Levi's surprise who was expecting to perhaps see you in the middle of preparing yourself to go meet him in his room. With hesitation, he pushed the door to step inside, looking around the room as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"MC? Are you in there...?" He looked around, a bit worried. You hadn't gone out with one of his brothers since dinner and ditched him, right?

His tensed expression was however quickly eased upon seeing your frame laid down in bed, hidden by your thick blanket. You were facing the wall, so he couldn't tell if you had accidentally fallen asleep or not- something that was harder to tell given how silent you were despite his presence in your room.

"Y-You awake? Working As A Butler is going to start soon..." Levi approached the bed with timid steps, tilting his head to the side as he awaited an answer from you while fiddling with his fingers.

"Oh..." A weak sound of surprise fell out of your lips. "Sorry Levi, I... I'm not feeling very good right now. I don't think I can watch anime with you tonight."

Levi's hopes were crushed in an instant, as his mouth hung open in disbelief.

"Wh-What? But... why?! We planned everything out together, and you even said this morning how excited you were to see it. I don't understand..."

Levi's worries quickly turned against him like sharp knives. "Did-- Did I do something wrong?"

"It's not you, I just..." He watched as you brought the blanket above your shoulder. "I'm just feeling... really down. I don't know why, it's just... one of those days."

"Oh..." His eyes wandered around the room aimlessly, trying to think of something to say. He perfectly knew what it was like to have the blues for no reason whatsoever, but he'd be lying if seeing you in this state didn't hurt him.

"Sorry Levi." You hid yourself even more with the blanket. "Could you maybe leave-"

"I-I don't want you to be alone." He exclaimed through wobbly lips, his cheeks turning pink as he took a step closer to the bed. He knew too well what it was like, keeping to yourself and let the bad thoughts rot inside your brain. But as much as he had a tendency to do that to himself, he wasn't about to let you experience the same.

"I'm sad too sometimes, and in those moments, I know it's best to have someone with you to... share the pain."

He marked a pause, your figure keeping still in the bed, with no reaction to his words. Levi gulped, and as if his body had grown a conscience of its own, he placed a knee on the mattress before laying down near you, wrapping an arm around you. Even with the thickness of the covers, you were able to sense the warmth of his chest against your back. This attention- it only urged the tears you had fought against to show up even more.

"Levi, please, I'm fine, you can just go-"

"N-No!" Levi closed his eyes shut, his face red hot from how bold he was being. "Y-You're always there for me when I'm being harsh on myself, always dealing with my rantings even though I'm a shut-in who's only found one true friend in his life. So n-no, I won't let my best friend be sad and alone in the dark." He hugged your frame tighter, planting his face against your back as his tone softened.

"I'm not leaving. Ever."

Levi kept still, the color of his cheeks unchanging as he suddenly felt your hand pulling out from under the covers, to place itself on his own. As he heard you silently sniffling, your shoulders starting to tremble against him, he had to admit how glad he was that he couldn't see your face right now. Otherwise, it probably would have made him cry, too.

"I'll stay here until you're not sad anymore, okay?" He offered. You squeezed his hand a bit more as a response.

"What about the anime... ?"

Levi closed his eyes as he shook his head, ever so glad he could be there to shield you against the darkness of your thoughts.

"It can wait. You'll always be more important anyway."

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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Somewhere only we know - Steve Rogers/Reader/Bucky Barnes smut

The one where your married best friends ask you for an anniversary gift: for you to sleep with them.

Warnings: poliamory, squirting, p in v, p in a, threesome, anal fingering, oral (f, m, performed by m and f), dirty talk, curse words.

A/N: Prompts for today were Double penetration + squirting. I really, really loved creating this universe where Bucky and Steve were married and I loved this reader, so I think I might be adding more fics about their relationship in the future.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

I could see that she was nervous. Even if I wasn’t one of her bestfriends (or a trained killing machine), it was pretty obvious by the way she was biting on her lower lip and avoiding both mine and Steve’s eyes.

She’d never been timid around us before. In fact, I couldn’t even remember a single time I’d seen this spitfire of a woman silent, much less uncomfortable. She just had this way about her, this confidence about who she was and of her own worth that stopped anyone who might try to treat her like something simple. She really was anything but.

Which is why the way she was behaving, so out of character for both herself and our relationship, brought a heavy weight to my heart.

“Sweetheart,” I called out, approaching where she was sitting on mine and Steve’s bed before stroking her cheek softly, silently asking her to look me in the eyes again. “You know you can say no, right? We don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. You’re way more important to us than our attraction to you and this silly fantasy that we created.”

I watched as she blinked twice, and from the corner of my eye, I can see Steve approaching, suddenly catching onto the change of circumstances. Bless his heart, as much as he truly loved this girl, he really was an airhead when it came to women and their feelings, always needing Y/N to spell out what was going on in her life for him to understand that something was wrong. But what he suffered in distraction, he certainly compensated in his caring heart.

I knew better than anyone how my husband could be when he deeply loved someone, and I also knew just how deep both of our feelings ran for her.

“He’s right, Y/N.” The bed dipped as he sat on her other side, reaching for one of the hands on her lap to run his thumb over the back of it. “If you’re worried about finding us another anniversary gift, you can always relent and give me your brownie recipe.”

She snorted, and just that silly sound had the tension on my shoulders suddenly disappearing, a silly smile opening up as I realized that I just might have read her wrong in the midst of my own nervousness over what we were about to do.

“I don’t know what’s more stupid, the fact that you both think I don’t want this or that you actually believe I’d ever give you my family recipe, Stevie.” The words were said in her usual non-bullshit tone and just like that, we were all back to being bestfriends and not a couple about to fuck their closest friend. We laughed, and Steve and I took the opportunity to graze our eyes over her body, tonight clad in a little summer dress that really had no reason to be as tempting as it looked, but the truth was that anything she wore enticed me.

God, how I wanted her.

She drew in a sharp breath before finally spilling out, “I'm just nervous, that’s all. And maybe a little bit confused. Like, what is this? Something to spice up your decades old relationship? How did you even come to decide on doing this with me? Don’t you think it’s going to ruin our friendship? What about…?”

Steve and I exchanged one of our significant looks before he swiftly covered her mouth with his palm, effectively silencing her. “Calm down, doll. Deep breaths. Of course it won’t ruin our friendship.”

I stopped then, opting to let my husband take the lead of the conversation. Y/N’s eyes followed mine, although her head was somewhat restricted by the weight of Steve’s hand, and she raised an eyebrow in curiosity when he opened his mouth only to close it a few times.

“This isn’t just an… exotic experience to us,” he started, and I nodded in agreement. “We’ve actually been thinking about opening our relationship to embrace one other person for sometime now.”

Her eyes grew huge, the weight of our words clearly surprising her. It was silent in the room for a while when she didn’t immediately offer any response, until my stupid boy realized he still had his hand over her lips, obstructing her speech.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly smiled, making her roll her eyes but smile back at him with fondness. God, how I loved them. My heart pounded desperately against my chest, terrified of her reaction, fiercely hopeful to have her as mine too.

“For how long?” Was her question when she finally was free to speak, and I chuckled lowly, my eyes never straying from hers.

“Ever since we met.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

My breath hitched as I felt like my heart stopped beating for a few seconds, Bucky’s words barely processing in my swirling brain. I didn’t know what to say, which was never a good thing when it came to me, but how could one so simply deal with the fact that her married best friends who she had secretly longed for had been interested in her all this time?

So all it came out of my mouth was, “You’re telling me we’ve all been crushing on each other for three fucking years and you only now got the courage to talk to me about it? And using sex as an excuse?” I scoffed, crossing my arms while fake pouting. “I expected more from the both of you, seriously.”

Their roars of laughter were just breathy enough for me to know that they had been nervously anticipating my reaction, which was understandable. For all the hard time I was giving them, I knew how… peculiar this entire situation was, and I couldn’t really say I’d behave any differently if I was in their shoes.

“Well, you know…” One of Steve’s fingers trailed down my jaw before turning my head to face him, and I fucking shivered at how the stupidly simple touch ignited fire in my veins. “It is a decades-long marriage. We couldn’t just very well open it to someone who we didn’t really know and love, just because we were attracted to her.”

“And believe me, sweetheart…” This time, it was Bucky’s voice talking by my ear and Bucky’s fingers tracing over my exposed collarbones, before he leaned down to place a sweet kiss between them. “We’ve been dreaming about fucking you senseless ever since we met.”

A beat as I let their words rush simmer the arousal built inside of me. “Well, don’t you fellas know just how to get a woman going?” Another pair of breathless chuckles, this time for a completely different reason, and I felt Steve squeeze the hand he still held in his.

“Can we kiss you, sweetheart?” He asked, and I found myself swooning - not for the first time - under the blue of his eyes, a soft smile on my lips before I licked them in preparation, quickly nodding.

“Yes,” I breathed out, my gaze falling down to his beautifully pink lips. “Please,” I urged, ignoring the cheshire cat grin that took over his entire face when he realized just how desperate I was for them.

Kissing Steve was everything I thought it would be, except reality felt nicer than even my most realistic dreams. His lips were soft against mine, slowly taking control of our movements before prying them open to accept his tongue.

He tasted like the wine we had shared and I was hooked already. But then a rough beard tickled my neck as Bucky nuzzled his face against it, and I turned around to grant him the same treatment, excited to know how he tasted too.

He was more eager, his hand quickly pulling me by my nape to meet his mouth as mine cradled his face. Instinctively, I knew that despite his rough ways, he liked to be touched softly, and that only became more obvious when I let my own hands fall to the back of his neck, scratching the skin there with care.

Steve’s P.O.V.

I watched with fascination as my husband fell apart in Y/N’s soft hands, my pants growing more uncomfortable each second. A strangled moan escaped Bucky’s lips and I knew he had his tongue inside her mouth now, exploring her sweet taste just like I’d been doing just minutes before.

By the way he easily pulled her to sit on his lap, it was clear that he enjoyed it, just like I did. She was straddling him now, and it didn’t take much longer on their makeout session for her to start unconsciously rubbing herself over his crotch.

My mouth watered at the thought of him being half as hard as I was. Automatically, my hand went over the bulge on my jeans, palming it, feeling it without any urge to take care of myself whatsoever. I knew there was a long night of exploration ahead of us and I wanted it to be the best any of us had ever had.

So I started by massaging Y/N’s scalp, a reminder for her to pull away and breathe, because I was desperate to have a taste of my husband. “Do you mind scooting over, darling? I want to show you something.”

She went without resistance, resuming her previous spot in our bed while I sank down to my knees in front of Bucky, who looked at me with lust-filled eyes and reddened lips that I briefly kissed before my hands made quick work of the fly on his jeans.

“Stand back and watch the show,” I whispered, winking at her when she gasped as Bucky’s cock became visible and I immediately went to work, my lips stretching to accommodate his thickness even after so many years on my knees for him. Even only half-hard, he was still impressive, and it only took a few bobs of my head for him to grow to his complete size.

“Fuck.” I let go of Bucky’s cock with a pop to look at Y/N, who had made herself comfortable by our headboard and now had her fingers under the skirt of her dress, her eyes going from my mouth to the member I still held in my close fist.

“Now, we didn’t say you could touch yourself, did we, pretty girl?” I smacked my lips as I crawled on top of the bed to kiss her before making my way back, Bucky and I exchanging a few loving glances as we undressed in front of her. Then, he beckoned her to the edge of the bed before signaling for her to raise her arms before taking off her dress, leaving her in just her panties.

My eyes were immediately attracted to her breasts, admiring the weight, the aureolas. I itched to suck on one of her nipples, maybe while Bucky did the same on the other, but for now, I knew he had other pressing needs, so I just knelt once more, taking her underwear with me until she was completely bare in front of us.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I saw Bucky exchange another silent conversation with Steve before his husband nodded, climbing on the other side of the bed while the brunette man came to stand by the foot of it. “Lay down,” he ordered, already wrapping a hand around my ankle and tugging, forcing me to do as he said. “Spread those legs.”

Man, I liked this dominant Bucky.

He noticed my staring, suddenly realizing the reason for my fascination, but instead of apologizing, he just smirked. “I’ve been dying to taste that pussy,” was his admission, and suddenly there was no more air in my lungs. Steve’s chuckle right by my ear made me realize that they both could see right through me, and so I surrendered, opening my legs and exposing just how wet this situation had made me.

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten pussy?” I blurted out, honestly curious and so fucking horny I couldn’t even find it in myself to be embarrassed. I was expecting a few laughs, but to my surprise, the response I got was a very serious, “For how much I enjoyed it, too fucking long. Come here.”

Once again, he didn’t give me a chance to obey him, instead pulling me even further down so his face was just inches away from my glistening cunt, and the feeling of his hot breath over it had me panting in anticipation.

But of course, I should have known that Bucky Barnes would be a fucking tease.

“You smell so sweet,” he murmured against the soft skin on the inside of my thighs, where he kissed and licked and sucked while Steve deposited sweet, wet kisses over my chest before finally wrapping his beautiful lips on one of my nipples.

“Ste-Steve…” I moaned, buring my fingers on his locks so I could pull them while chasing away his teeth when he released one of my breasts in search of the other. “Fuck, then why are you teasing me so much?” I asked Bucky, trying to get him to come closer to where I was dripping for him, but he only looked up at me with those mischievous fucking eyes.

“It’s called building anticipation, darling.”

I honestly didn’t care for it.

“If you touch me right fucking now, I’ll let you do anything to me. Both of you.” That caught their attention. I watched Bucky lift his head to meet his husband’s gaze, another silent conversation between them before his eyes returned to me.

“Anything?” he confirmed, and my body shuddered in expectation.

“Anything.” He didn’t hesitate any longer after that, immediately diving in to taste my pussy with a hunger I had never witnessed in any of my past lovers. Or even in porn, actually. He moaned at the first taste of my wetness, and my thighs already trembled from the reverberations of that simple sound.

“So sweet,” he whispered, and then he was lapping me eagerly, and my moans were echoing around their bedroom before Steve pulled me to kiss him again. He liked to make out, I realized, starting to file my little discoveries for future reference.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Fuck. I’d always liked to eat a girl out, I could remember that, but I swear, no one had ever tasted as good as the beauty I had sprawled out in front of me. Dipping my tongue in her hole one more, I hummed before lifting it to play with her little nub before repeating the process, making sure to nudge her clit with my nose when I was fucking her with my tongue.

A symphony of moans reached my ears, male and female intertwined, prompting me to open my eyes and trail them up Y/N’s body to find her and Steve kissing deeply. The sight made my heart grow twice its size, and I smiled against her cunt as I watched them make out while Steve slowly teased his own cock.

Of course, Y/N wouldn’t have it. Oh, no. The second she realized where his hand was, she wrapped hers over it, assuming the control over his movements until he allowed her to do as she pleased, letting his hand fall back on the bed.

“Actually, you know what?” She suddenly asked, sitting up before waving me off of her. I was about to complain, not ready to separate myself from her taste just yet, but that was until she flipped around and crawled between my husband’s legs, wrapping her hand on his boner before taking it into her mouth.

I was so completely taken away by how hot the whole image was - her on all fours, Steve with his head thrown back as the slurping sounds of her sloppy blowjob surrounded us - that I almost missed the fact that she was shaking her fantastic ass at me, presenting her pussy for me to feast upon again.

Guess I was doing something right, then. I buried my face in her cunt again, licking her from behind and rejoicing in this opportunity that I dreamed about for so long. I couldn’t even remember how many times both Steve and I had made each other cum just talking about what we would do if we ever got the chance to have her in bed with us, and now here we all were. Together.

Trailing my fingers up her thighs, I finally pushed two of them inside, swirling them around in an effort to find her sweet spot. I didn’t manage to locate it that easily, but I figured, we had time. For now, I had other plans in mind.

I collected some of her wetness with two of my fingers before raising them to circle her puckered hole, and she moaned in response to the new touch. Good. I wanted her to desire this as much as we did.

I slowly pushed a single finger in her ass, relishing in the way she thrust back against it, crying out around Steve’s cock. “That’s a good girl, taking my finger so easily inside this pretty little ass.” I had to slap one of her cheeks, I itched to see it bounce. She continued to move against my finger, so I figured it was safe to do the same.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The second I felt Bucky’s finger inside my ass, I knew what the last silent conversation between him and the man whose cock was currently between my lips was about. And I couldn’t wait for it.

“Bucky, please…” I released Steve’s beautiful cock momentarily, too overcome with desire to be able to suck on it properly. “Please, give me another.” Abruptly, his lips left mine, and I looked over my shoulder to find him staring at me with wide eyes.“Oh, fuck, I wanna hear you moan my name again.”

“Put another finger in my ass and I will.” He didn’t wait another minute before doing just so, and I fucking cried out at the feeling of being stretched open, already yearning for the feeling of one of their cocks replacing Bucky’s fingers.

“Fuck, Y/N, I had no idea you were so into this. I love the way you look with my fingers deep inside your ass.” Fucking hell, Bucky’s mouth was just sinful. And he got his wish, because as I fucked myself back into his fingers, all I could say were versions of his name, under Steve’s watchful gaze. His cock throbbed in his fist, and that’s when I took it upon myself to stop Bucky’s actions.

“Okay, okay. Fuck, I need you inside of me right now. Both of you.” Steve reached out to pull me over his lap, so I was straddling him, and I took the opportunity to once again substitute his hand with mine, lightly jerking him off as I heard Bucky look around for some lube.

“Are you sure you can take us?” I cocked an eyebrow at the blond man underneath me, a true work of art. I wanted to play it off as irritated, but I could only find giddiness inside of me over everything that was happening, so I leaned down and captured his lips with mine, releasing his cock to rub myself against it.

“Just get inside of me, will ya?” I rubbed the mushroom head against my clit before slowly sinking down on him, biting my lip at the beautiful moan Steve released upon feeling my walls clamping on him. And then I braced myself for Bucky’s cock.

Ironically enough, as I gasped from the feeling of being so amazingly filled, they both hissed, four hands pressing down on me in a clear sign that they were already dangerously close to coming. I inhaled sharply, taking sick pleasure on the burn of being so stretched out as I waited for them to start moving. And when they did, I simply let myself go, allowing them to use my body as they thought best.

“Fuck, darling, do you know how fucking great it fells to be inside of you?” Steve asked, his hands cradling my face to pull me into another breathtaking kiss. “You’ve been teasing us like hell all those years, we were going crazy.”

Steve’s P.O.V.

“He’s right, baby girl.” Bucky couldn’t take his eyes away from mine as he continued, “Do you know how many times I fucked Steve in this very bed, pretending you were here too?” The sounds that were escaping her were better than any music, and it was getting harder and harder to focus on not bursting inside of her tight, wet pussy.

Both Bucky and I had been wanting her for so long, the need to worship every inch of her body was strong inside of us, but hopefully, we’d have other opportunities to take our time. For now, I knew we needed her to cum, and soon.

I pressed her clit as Bucky’s hands went to graze her nipples before harshly pulling on them, and she sobbed as her hands covered ours. “Please don’t stop, please.” Fuck. Hearing her beg was torture, but the sweetest one possible.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Cum around our cocks like a good girl. Don’t you want to be our good girl?” The fact that those words were the ones who did it for her brought us excitement like nothing else. So much so that when she finally relaxed, falling against my chest, it only took a little incentive for us to meet our highs, too.

“Do you like that, doll? Do you like the idea of being ours? Our sweet, pretty girl?” Bucky was brushing her hair away from her face so we could get a better look of her, but all we got was another sob as she trembled in my arms.

“Please be ours, sweetheart,” I urged, holding her face so she’d look me in the eyes. “Say you’ll be ours.”

“Fuck, yes, I’m yours, I’m yours.” As both of our cocks twitched inside of her, an explosion of wetness started to drip on the duvet underneath our bodies, all the while Y/N’s body kept trembling.

“Did you just… squirt?” My husband’s face was priceless, and I didn’t need to look down to know that his cock still hadn’t softened, despite the strengths of our orgasms.

“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me,” she yawned, adjusting her head on my chest, my cock still throbbing inside of her warm heaven. “Classes start in twenty minutes. The professor just needs a quick nap for now.”

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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SFW ~ Trafalgar D. Water Law x Reader ~ I Miss Him [Comforting Law]

Hi babies! I know this is not requested, but I dreamt about this scene last night and I thought it was cute to write a little drabble about it. It's just a little bit of fluff and maybe angst with Law.

AU: Law misses Cora-san and feels sad. You comfort him ♥

TW: Cuteness overload 👇 Crying. Fluff. Law using your make up. Fluff

WC: 995

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb ; @mistyroselove ♥

"I wonder if Law is already at home…" you think while driving home through the streets of your city. Music blasting on the stereo, everything seems like a normal night. You even think about ordering some food tonight. Whatever it's alright as long as it doesn't have bread or umeboshi in it.

When you park at your entrance, you see your boyfriend's yellow car outside. "Yay! Law is home" you celebrate. For some reason you missed him a lot today.

Opening the door, you find his coat on the floor. "Weird" you say as you pick it up. "Law? Where are you?" You ask because he is not in the living room, nor in the kitchen. But there is no answer. "He may be taking a bath" you think, leaving your stuff on the counter. "I'm gonna surprise him" you think, perhaps with a perverse intention.

But when you enter your room, the shower is not on, and there is no vapor whatsoever. You approach the bathroom door and hear as if Law is sobbing. "Babe?" You ask. No answer. You are starting to get worried so you simply open the door.

What you see, breaks your heart. Law is there, drawing something on his face with your makeup. When he realizes you are watching him, he quickly covers his face with his hands. "I'm sorry Y/N-ya" he says, sniffling. "For what babe? Are you ok? What's happening??" You ask desperately, because seeing the love of your life cry must be the worst thing to see.

But Law is not saying anything, he just cries. Blue stained tears run in between his tattooed fingers. "Darling, come on. Show me your face" you say, softly moving his hands out of the way, already knowing what he has drawn.

He simply gives up and allows you to see his countenance. A spiky blue mark under his right eye, and some red lipstick on his lips. Tears sprouting from his eyes, blurring his vision.

"My darling" you sigh and hug him tight. "I'm sorry, I'll buy you some new makeup. I didn't want to use yours without permission" he says, burying his forehead on your shoulder. "You can use my makeup or whatever you want every time you want, whenever you want and how you want. Ok?" You tell him, brushing his black hair. "Plus, I love it".

"You… love it?" He asks timidly. "Of course, it brings joy just by seeing it. I bet that's exactly what you felt when you saw his face, right?" You tell him letting him know you recognize those marks from Corazón. "Yeah… sniff… I… I really do. I miss him so much" he finally accepts. Law has repeatedly repressed how much he misses his dad for so many years, until today…

"Come on, why don’t you get in bed? I'll bring you something to make you feel better" you tell him. He sniffs and looks at you, embarrassed, with sad sad eyes, grey irises with that shine missing. "How do I take this out?" He says pointing at his face. "Oh, you can use this" you tell him, grabbing some makeup wipes. "But, if you want to wear it for the rest of the night, just don't take it off".

"You don't mind?" Law asks looking at the ground. You haven’t ever seen him in such a weak state. "Of course I don't. I told you, I love it" you say with a big smile and plant a sweet kiss over his nose. He smiles, shyly. "Come on, get in bed. I'll be right back".

You go to your kitchen and prepare some cocoa milk. Just as you remember he told you Cora prepared for him when he was feeling down.

"Here, have this" you pass the cup to him. He is already sitting in bed and has stopped crying. But his lips tremble when he realizes about the milk. "Th-thank you". "You are welcome, baby. Make some space" you say and hop into bed next to him.

"Come here" you tell him and wrap your arm around him. He has taken care of you, comforted, and helped you so many times. Tonight was your turn to take care of him.

"Listen, I don't want you ever to be sad. But I know it will happen. What you won't ever be is alone. I'm here" you tell him. "Law, I love you".

Law shows the most beautiful smile you've ever seen and rests his head over your chest. "I love you too"...

Next morning, you wake up earlier. Law’s makeup is a mess, the pillow with red and blue stains, him snoring -soundly-. Last night while falling asleep, you had an idea…

You sneak into the kitchen and go grab a piece of cloth you have for future crafts. "Perfect" you say as you realize the colour is exactly what you were looking for. After some cutting and some sawing you are ready, just in time.

"Good morning…" says Law appearing at the kitchen entrance, with low pyjama pants and scratching his head. "How come he is still so hot even with makeup smudged all over his face and that sleepy face?" You think, proud of the man you have on your side.

"Morning, darling. I made you something" you tell him. "Hm? What is it?" He asks, yawning.

You stand up and place your creation over his dishevelled bed hair. Law fixes his eyes on yours, puppy eyes looking at you, lips trembling. He takes his hand to the side of his head, brushing the bordeaux soft velvety cloth. "Babe…" he whispers.

You smile. "I know it's not exactly the same, but I saw a photo and I thought that you should have that pretty hat he had, to match up the makeup when you miss him".

"Babe…" he simply doesn't have any words. Law hugs you so tight, so strong, and so lovingly at the same time… ♥ ~

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slasherholic · 3 years

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synopsis: you sneak away from michael in the dead of night for a bit of stargazing; which, unfortunately, doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain bastard.

contains: gender neutral reader, angst, referenced past abuse, michael knocks you around a bit but no blood is spilled, a scene that could possibly be interpreted as suicidal ideations, stargazing, and a bittersweet ending.

author’s note: good evening my homies, i’m not quite back from my hiatus but I did manage to finish this piece so... please accept my meager offering lol

Michael Myers x Reader | Broken Rules

It is some ridiculous hour of the morning, and you are standing outside on your bedroom porch.

Choirs of crickets hidden in the overgrown grasses of your yard chirp restlessly. The sprawling oaks shading the nearby sidewalk ripple with a wind like a gentle tide, and although a clammy mist has settled to blanket your suburb, the sky above is the richest tapestry of blue, bright and cloudless, crowded with stars.

Every other week or so, you work up the courage to slip away from Michael’s side; sometimes even daring to untangle his hands from your body; just so you can linger out beneath this sky. Just so you can stand here, and watch these stars.

Getting up to things at night is tremendously against his unspoken rules, of course. In the early days, you had tried to get away from him, once. Now you have the scars to dissuade you from such things. Not picturing the things he might do to you for this gets difficult after a while, and when your heart gets pounding like a mallet in your chest is always when you creep back inside, sending up a silent hope as you go that the dark figure sprawled across your bed isn’t now sitting straight up, eerily still, studying you.

Those stars really are bright tonight.

You’re never sure what emotion you’re looking for when you take risks like this. Michael has hurt you for less. Michael has never needed a reason to be cruel, and still, here you are, chumming the water and pretending he isn’t going to bite. Of course he’s going to bite.

So what exactly is it that you’re looking for in your stolen stars?

Comfort?

You draw a deep breath slowly in.

Can’t be, you decide. That’s not it. The sky is far too massive to be comforting. It does an even better job at making you feel small than Michael.

Hope? Yeah, right. They’re just stars. Just great big balls of dust and gas or something like that. The breath you’ve been holding in comes out in a soft huff. You’re beginning to think you don’t have any excuse for your recklessness whatsoever; maybe you just like looking at stars.

Taking a careful step toward the porch railing, you cringe as wooden beams squeal beneath you. Your jaw goes rigid, and you wait for a beat…

...but nothing happens. Michael is still asleep.

Gripping the railing, you peer down over it. Below is your backyard patio. You wonder briefly if the fall from here would be enough to kill a person. You don’t think so — not if they landed on their feet. Their ankles would be ruined pretty terribly, but you figure they could still walk, or limp, or crawl away from the spot and go get help. They might be injured for the rest of their life, but they could get away. They could get away and live.

Still staring at the cement in absentminded thought, the real meaning of your musings hits you all at once. Your stomach does a flip-flop.

No. No, you can’t do that. You’re not going to do that. He would hear you fall. He would hear you crying. He would come down the stairs with that knife and grab you by the neck off the patio and slit your throat on the spot if you screamed, and if you didn’t he would drag you back inside and — then — you squeeze your eyes shut, a wave of nausea crashing over you. It isn’t reasonable to assume you’d survive what he’d do to you after that, anyway.

A shudder creeps through your shoulders; is what you’re doing now really any more forgivable?

Go back. It’s time to go back inside.

You step away from the porch, sparing one final look at the stars. They shine against the vast blue like scattered city lights. You take another step backwards.

Your head meets a firm surface.

Shock twists your features and you squeal.

A huge hand shoots out and slams over your mouth. Terror explodes in your chest and with it comes the realization that you’ve backed up right into Michael.

A scream erupts past your lips a beat too late, the sound muffled and muted by his palm. He grips your face forcefully as if in response, fingers curling cruelly into your cheeks. Your face twists in a pained grimace and the only thought still surging through your head is,

He saw me looking over the porch.

Terror reverts your mind to instinct. This betrayal won’t be forgiven.

Grabbing his thick wrist, you twist in Michael’s grip like he’s already slitting your throat. You bash your head against his chest and kick and scream.

Strong fingers embed themselves in your scalp and seize a tight fistful of your hair. When you shriek into his palm again, he shakes you. Your head knocks side to side and your brain rattles in your skull and your body is little more than a ragdoll in his hands. Another of your choked cries spills into his palm. Your thrashing stops all at once. Your sobbing turns hysterical.

He’s going to ruin you for this.

You can’t believe you were this stupid. All for some ridiculous stars.

Behind you, utterly unmoved by your tears, Michael breathes in, measured and steady, holding it for a beat — when he lets it go, it comes out incredibly slowly. You know he’s watching you. You know how much he likes to watch your terror mount until you fall to pieces.

Dragging you back inside would be easy for him; the fact he’s choosing to stay out on the porch means he’s still studying the situation. Still deciding what he’s going to do with you.

You spill panicky apologies into his hand as if it will change his mind. Your world is rolling, spinning like a wavering top, and if you can’t calm yourself down you’re going to crumple, and if you crumple now you aren’t sure how you’ll wake up.

If you wake up at all.

Would he kill you for this? He might. Oh God, he might. You’re so sorry. You won’t do it again.

Your fingers are still wrapped around his wrist and you pull at him again, weakly this time, a pleading gesture — please, more air. He needs to give you more air. Or you’re going to collapse.

When the strong hand gripping your face doesn’t move at all, you know Michael has given his answer: he’s going to let you.

You are terrified to look him in the face when he’s being this cruel. To let him watch, to let his eyes sweep your body, to let him devour everything he’s done to you, only makes it all the more horrible. But sometimes, letting him watch stalls the real hurt — so if pleading at him with shaky numb breaths and huge tears in your eyes is what it’s going to take to stall the real hurt, you’ll let him watch.

Tears fall down your cheeks as you tilt your head back.

That is when you learn that Michael isn’t even paying attention to you. He’s not even looking at you.

He’s looking at the sky, at the stars.

You suck in a shuddery breath and hold it quickly. Your sobbing stops. You watch him with watery eyes.

His jutting collar and unkempt curls frame him with a wild silhouette. Starlight floods his bare face in a pale glow. His features have furrowed in a concentrated frown, lips pulled down into a pout, eyes fixed on some unseen point. As he watches the sky, he hardly seems to blink.

You know that scowl of his well; you’ve been on the receiving end of it many times. It reminds you of how a cat might watch a bird with a broken wing flutter around the yard — an easy tell that his curiosity has been thoroughly piqued.

Michael’s curiosity is not something you are unaware of, not in the slightest. You’ve caught him watching the television when certain programs come on, and sometimes, books on the shelf in your living room have a habit of ending up in strange places — dropped by the garage door, left next to the kitchen sink. He’s ruined your books before, torn out their pages, mostly the ones he sees you reading. Some books, though — The Visual Dictionary of the Human Body, Africa’s Deadliest Creatures, World War II In Color — minus their finger-print-stained pages, Michael steals, but does not harm.

But you’ve never seen him staring at a sunset. You’ve never seen him pause to watch the clouds roll by overhead. And so you didn’t think he cared about things like stars.

It’s possible he’s seen something up there that you haven’t. A bat. A plane flying way up high.

Or maybe he’s just noticed that his familiar moonlit sky is exceptionally bright tonight.

Breaths fill his chest which you can feel against your back. Michael’s body is an insurmountable wall of heat and muscle and your limbs ache to rage against him, to tear free from his confining arms, to run far into the night, far away, as far away from him as you possibly can.

But fighting him is useless, the very definition of the word. There is one way that you will continue to remain a blip on the periphery of his dangerous attention, and one way only.

Out on your porch, beneath the stars, you relax into Michael’s body, and let him hold you for a while.

#michael myers #slashers #halloween #halloween 1978 #tw: abuse #horror #writing #fanfic #reader insert

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1-800-amortentia · 3 years

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save your tears (tom riddle x reader)

song inspo: save your tears by the weekend ft ariana grande

genre: angst/drama

word count: 0.8k

click here to read my new tom riddle book on wattpad :)

written by @1-800-amortentia

edited by @juniebugg

The room glowed a yellow golden hue from the light candles floating amongst the ballroom. Fellow party go-ers danced with their dates. The room was decorated elegantly, most likely the pleasant work of dumbledore. It was a breezy march evening, snow melting as spring began to roll into the Switzerland countryside.

This wasn’t Tom's usual scene whatsoever, but after his friends spending days convincing him, he caved. They only wanted to get him out of the Slytherin common room and around other people since he so rarely took to socializing with others. He fiddled with his gold ring that rested on his pinky, the rest of his body clad in an all black suit. Lestrange and Malfoy stood nearby, trying to spike the punch, but stopped once they noticed Tom's anxiousness.

“C'mon man, let’s find you a broad to dance with! Maybe you’ll loosen up a bit!” Lestrange said, throwing an arm over his shoulder, eager to get Tom to have some fun. Tom only rolled his eyes at these attempts.

“I’m good, but Bellatrix has been eyeing you up all evening.”

“Damn, you’re right. Be right back” Lestrange said, patting his back before walking to Bellatrix.

“I think i’m gonna make a move on ‘sissa...yeah?” Malfoy asked, nudging Tom.

“Go for it.” Tom encouraged, sipping his drink. Lucius grinned before walking over to Narcissa who was watching her sister awkwardly agree to a dance with Lestrange.

Tom sighed, glancing around the room, his heart stopping at what he saw. Y/n, in a beautiful dark blue dress, laughing and talking with her friends. She looked so happy. So happy without him. Without the constant mood swings and manipulativeness. Her hair flowed gracefully down her shoulders, the dress hugged her figure perfectly, the bottom skirt circling her like a halo. She really did look like an angel. It had been a month since they’d broken up. Tom ended it, for a reason he couldn’t remember now. Probably something stupid. Stupid enough to end a year and a half long relationship.

A boy pulled one of her two friends to go dance, the other one, looking up and making eye contact with tom. She rolled her eyes, before telling Y/n who she’d just seen. Y/n glances back at him, making eye contact with him. As they locked gazes, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Tom's heart burned at the sight. How could she care so much for him?

The kindest, prettiest, most pure individual tom had ever met, crying over a man who killed people for pleasure. How? Her friend notices the scene, and gently pulls Y/n away from his gaze, a hole in his stomach forming. He looked over at Malfoy and Lestrange, who both danced with the sisters, before turning to find Y/n.

“I’ll be right out okay?” Her friend reassured, as she closed the bathroom door. Y/n sighed, walking across the long, empty hallway. The night sky glowed calmly, stars surrounded the full moon. Tom watched this sight admiringly, taking in the way her skin glowed in the light. She ran her fingers over her tear covered cheeks, as Tom cleared his throat.

“What sign placement is the moon in tonight?” he asks, keeping his distance from her. She was quiet for a second, before turning to face Tom.

“Pisces.” she said quietly. Tom nodded, stepping a few steps closer to her.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in dark blue?” he asks, taking note of the deep blue color of her dress, which matched the color of the night sky.

“No, I don't think you have.” she responded, turning back around to the window. Tom looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry, truly.”

“It’s fine.”

“no seriously-”

“Is this the only reason you came out here? To compliment me and apologize and make me feel bad?” she said sternly, her voice cracking. Tom swallowed the lump in his throat.

“No I.....I just wanted to tell you I’m not worth your tears.” he said sternly. Y/n turned her head to face him.

“W-what?” she asks, shocked.

“You deserve so much better than me.” Tom replies, fiddling with his fingers. She doesn’t respond at a loss of words, only turns her attention to the moon again.

“You know...the day I met you, the moon was in Pisces, and when we broke up, and now.” she whispers.

“Maybe it has meaning.” Tom said, watching as she glances at her hand. The promise ring he gave her sparkled in the moonlight. She turned and walked towards Tom, pulling the ring off her finger.

“Usually Pisces full moons mean new beginnings, usually based on gullibility, and you’re right, I do deserve better.” she said, slipping the ring into his tux pocket, walking back into the great hall again. Her eyes still filled with her tears. Tom turned and watched her walk back into the dance, Fleamont Potter walking up to her, as if on cue, taking her hand and walking to the center of the dance floor, pulling her into his arms. Tom watched, heart burning, with a ring that felt like it weighed 100 pounds against his heart, in his blazer pocket.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #fleamont potter #bellatrix lestrange #lucius malfoy #rabastan lestrange

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harryskalechips · 4 years

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Illicit affairs

A/N Hellooooo! I haven’t written in a while but enjoy this little sad piece inspired by Taylor Swift! Thank you for all the love! I hope you guys are doing well! Feel free to leave a kind message in my inbox ❤️

Y/N was a new intern at Colombia records when she met Harry Styles. Their relationship takes a turn however, when they start an affair.

Tw: Cheating

Thank you @harrysleftchelseaboot for letting me participate in your writing challenge! For any writers out there who want to give it a go make sure to check it out! I would love to read some new work.

Prompts:

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

“I’d punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Leave.”

Note: I do not condone cheating whatsoever! Please mind that this story is fictional! As much as it makes me sad to paint Harry as a cheater, it’s part of this storyline I thought of as I listened to Taylor’s album, Folklore.

Word count: 5k / Masterlist

Y/N never knew she was going to be in this type of predicament. Falling asleep every night in a man’s arms, only to wake up alone in her cold sheets at dawn. For some odd reason, his vanilla scent smothered her atmosphere every time, leaving her in a subspace-like condition. She found her thoughts easily shifting to him or feeling the need to touch him. She’s whipped but sadly also clingy.

Does she have an excuse to feel this way? She was only 21 when she began working as an intern at this man’s record label. He was her first serious relationship and although he was married -there always seemed to be a weird tension between them.

It all started when she was assigned to follow Rob Stringer through his meetings in 2017...nonetheless she met Mr. Harry Styles. One of the members of the biggest boy band, One Direction. She knew exactly who he was, especially since he was sexualized by the media too often at an early stage of his career. She knew his first solo album was a hit and that in her job description, she had to be present at every interview he had. She also knew that the ring on his finger was a symbol of love for his wife that he married a year ago.

Months on end, she barely spoke to him. She was shy -feeling as if her personality would bore Mr.Styles. One night however as the team went out to celebrate his last show for live on tour, he himself invited her.

They were at a club in New York -A very private one to be exact when Harry found himself too interested in the quiet intern. To be honest, his life at home (when he was there) wasn’t what he planned for. His wife was too busy, only fighting him whenever he stepped foot inside. She barely had any more interests in his music or his life -and suddenly, it felt like two strangers living in that mansion. It wasn’t an excuse for him to keep glancing at the girl as she danced with her co-workers nor was it an excuse for him to buy her a drink. Funny enough, he always thought of himself as a hopeless romantic since he was waiting for that particular someone to love him back once again and save his marriage. But before he could stop himself, he was already walking towards the girls dancing on the floor and getting to know them.

After that night at the club, Y/N felt different towards Mr. Styles. Of course, she was still intimidated but she now knew him on a more personal level, leading her to call him Harry instead. That night as they sat in one the booth upstairs, she listened to his jokes and stories and it made her start to have a little crush on him. But hey, he was married and she would never want to ruin a relationship.

As her days became busier at Columbia -sorting papers and running for Coffee, She always glanced at the elevator hoping Harry Styles would come out and was in need of a conversation with Rob in person. She knew he probably called her boss though the phone but her brain was rummaging for ideas why he would start appearing in her life once again. That was until one day she heard Gina and Louise in the staff room during break talking about Harry coming in tomorrow. Boy, did her heart began to beat fast. Maybe, it was manifestation but she was a bit too excited to see him again as it’s been a couple of months since she last saw him.

“Y/N,” Rob calls out for her as he plays with a pen in his hand. “Meet me in the main conference room in five minutes. I need you to note down my meeting today.” He gives her a small smile and quickly walks off. She knew full well that this meeting was about Harry Styles.

As she sat beside Rob at the long table, she realized that the whole table was filled with people from publicity and other departments. Right in front of her was the man she’s been thinking of, beside him was his manager. It’s not like she was deeply infatuated with him but she did love thinking about his pretty eyes.

Matter of fact, as she first glanced at him, her eyes already met his. He was smiling and staying quiet as the meeting immediately began but his fingers played with his pen as he watched her. She was too focused on the shittier details of what they were discussing. He wanted to tell her so badly that she didn’t need to write some things down but he was having fun watching her bite her lip in stress. He wasn’t smooth though. Since she was already feeling his gaze burning through her.

As the meeting went on, Harry became a bit more serious about why he came into the office. They were in the talks of his new second album and now, they had to plan publicity and tour. Some of the staff even asked how his trip to Japan was and although he was so excited to share his fantastic experiences, it was sad to mention how his wife didn’t even bother coming along.

“Are you not going to say hi to me?” Harry teases Y/N as they’re the last ones to leave the conference room after their long meeting. She had to clean up the table while he chose to sit in his chair, pretending to do important things on his phone. When he waved bye to everyone as they left the room, he pointed at his phone, explaining he needed a few minutes to send “important emails” -he just wanted to catch up with his new friend, Y/N.

“Hi.” She tries her best to act normal and unaffected by his presence. “Sorry, I couldn’t say hi earlier. When Rob said five minutes, I didn’t know the meeting was already taking place.” Harry laughs at her apology since he wasn’t petty at all for her lack of greeting today.

“I was just teasing. How are you?”

“I’ve been good.” She smiles back at him as she tosses the last remainder of paper cups in the bin. “I think the last time I saw you was last year. Where have you been?”

“Why did you miss me?” He raises his brow as he spins his chair a bit. He gives her a smirk as he watches her lean herself on the table.

“Just a bit. I loved watching your interviews.” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms against her chest. “At first I wanted to sleep through them but now I rather go through those back and forth instead of, filling random sheets out for Rob.”

“Heyy, I think I’m pretty interesting during interviews.”

“Oh no! Don’t get me wrong you are! It’s just you have such a raspy voice and you talk so slow! You can literally put me to bed anytime.”

“Am I talking slowly right now?”

“Just a bit. I haven’t seen you in a while. I kind of forgot!” She laughs. “ What else did you do other than Japan? Spent some time with your wife?” Y/N wasn’t going to lie… bringing up his wife kind of made her uncomfortable but she knew this was a good way to get to know him in a friendly way.

Harry couldn’t help but give out a humourless scoff as he rests his head back on the chair. His eyes, however, meet her’s again. She couldn’t help but watch his adam’s apple bob up and down.

“Marriage is hard you know. If I’m being honest with you, I haven’t spoken to her in a week. She’s been on vacation, travelling in Europe I think with her best friends.”

“She’s a model, right? She must have a lot of free time. I’m sure she can make space for you.” Harry slaps his knee in sarcastic humour as he shakes his head at Y/N’s innocent idea of who his wife truly is now. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s more complex than I thought. I haven’t really been in a relationship at least a long term one.”

“Are you free tonight?” Harry asks her out of the blue.

“Yes.”

“Can I come over? We don’t need to do anything but I would love to hang out with you and I don’t know... forget I have all these responsibilities.”

“Sure.” What Y/N didn’t know that this night would forever change her relationship with Harry.

It was late in the night as Harry sat on Y/N’s couch talking to her about everything. His life, his career, his marriage. Usually, it wasn’t easy for him to open up so quickly to a stranger but for some odd feeling, his gut was telling him that he could trust this pretty girl beside him. It’s like he knew she was trustworthy and non-judgemental.

Ever since he first noticed her during his meetings, he found himself involuntarily glancing at her. That was until he grew some balls and invited her to his after-party. Maybe, He did find her pretty and a bit too hot but even if his marriage is going through the rocks, he did not want to cheat. He didn’t want to be that type of guy. Yet during his time in Japan, he found himself thinking of what would happen if he was single right now? Would he actually make a move on her?

“What are you thinking of?” The same woman calls him out as she takes a swing of the wine bottle into her mouth.

Yes, the found themselves enjoying Harry’s expensive red wine so now they’re passing the bottle.

“You.” He was a bit tipsy and so was she but they were still sober enough to choose their words properly.

“Me? Why me? Why not that hot model you call your wife.”

“She left my mind before I even met you.”

“Yet you’re still with her. Why?”

“I don’t know.” He looks at her as he takes a sip of wine.

“Okay, so why are you thinking of me? Are you happy you have a new friend?” Her cheeks were very red at his confession but she was trying to make herself believe it was because of the alcohol.

“I’m happy that I finally got to know the girl who sat quietly in the corner during my interviews.” He smirks at her as he watches her try to hide a smile.

“I was intimidated by you!”

“Why was that, love?” Y/N was not expecting him to call her that. She places the almost empty wine bottle on her coffee table and sits back in her same position as she’s wrapped in the same blanket Harry is.

“You’re Harry Styles. Every woman is head over heels for you and Every man wants to be you.”

“Are you head over heels for me?” Harry squints his eyes as he says the first thing that comes out of his mouth. It wasn’t his intention to flirt with her but they both knew they had overpowering chemistry. The only thing holding them back is well… Harry’s marriage.

“No.” She bluffs. He continues to look at her. “Fine, a bit but you’re married so I know how to control myself.”

“What happens If I can’t?” his tone drops as he mumbles to himself. “I’m sorry what?” Y/N chokes as she looks at him.

“I know I’m married fuck.” He sits up and rubs his face in frustration. “It’s just I never wanted a girl so bad after my marriage. I shouldn’t! I should be happily married but for some shit reason, I can’t get my mind off of you.”

“Harry, there’s consequences about what we’re talking about right now.” Y/N sits up as well as she watches him. Does it still count as cheating if his wife is barely in his life anymore?

“I know. I’m sorry. I know you aren’t that type of girl. I would never disrespect you like this. I should leave.” He begins to stand up immediately. Y/N says nothing as she follows him to the front door of her apartment.

“Thank you for coming, Harry.” She opens the door to let him out. He simply nods as he walks past her through the door. As she watches him walk down her hallway, she closes the door. How was she feeling? Well, she was trying her best to not feel regret but instead relief. She leans her body on the wooden surface, trying to make herself feel happy that nothing happened between them -Yet her heart was beating too fast for a guy she had just met.

The loud pounding on her door, however, makes her head shut up. She immediately opens it to find no one other than the curly-haired man who had just left her apartment a minute ago.

He immediately grasps her face into his hands as he kisses her eagerly, making her shut the door behind him. His body quickly pushing her’s against the wall, as his lips attack her jaw down to her neck. Her hands resting on his shoulders as she leans her head back to give him more area to leave his soft licks and kisses.

“Shit Y/N. You’re making me go crazy.”

“Harry.” She moans as he rubs himself against her centre. He whispers a command to her, making her jump and wrap her legs around his waist and he carries her to the first surface in his line of sight, which is her dining table. It was a dark wood wooden table that was meant only for eating purposes.

He helps her take off the sweater she was wearing as she throws it behind it her without a care. With her hand, she guides his mouth back to hers, making them both moan as this sexual tension is finally being relieved. Her nipples became hard in an instant as they felt the cold temperature.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He pulls away as he’s unbuttoning his shirt. His mouth was open a little bit from their heated makeout and his lips were juicy pink after kissing her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“You want to fuck me right here?” Y/N blurts. She wasn’t the type to have sex with a new partner for the first time on her dining table but her room was a mess and she was a bit shy letting him in there.

“Are you that eager baby?” A smirk plays on his lips as he tosses his shirt. “Well If you’re that needy, why won’t you take off my pants?” Y/N’s cheeks turn red as she reaches forward to unbuckle his jeans. “You know, how fucking long I’ve been jerking off with my right hand?” Harry asks as his hand runs through her soft hair, letting his thumb rub against her pink plump lips.

“For a long time, Daddy?” She murmurs against the pad of his thumb as she lets his thumb enter her wet mouth.

“Look at you, you’re a little devil.” Harry pushes his pants off until they reach mid-thigh. He quickly helps her out of her tights, pulling them off her almost instantly that she had to hold onto him. “Should I get a condom?” He pants as his hands involuntarily run themselves against her soft thighs.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too.” He looks down at her closed legs as he pumps himself a bit. “I promise.” Y/N nods as her hands guide his body back closer towards her.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” He whispers as he watches her show him her wet needy sex. “Fuck, you look so good right now.” He leans in to kiss her more. His mouth going south as they reach her breast. His mouth sucks on her nipple as the other grabs and rolls her the other one.

“Fuck stop teasing me. I need you.”

“Beg for me, Y/N. I know you want to.”

“Harry please!” She feels his hand directing his wet cock to her centre. Teasing her and playfully slapping her entrance. “Daddy!” His eyes immediately stop looking down as he grabs her hair, making her look at him.

“You okay with this love? Do you like it rough?” Y/N nods her head as she stares into his eyes.

“I need you to use your words, baby.”

“Yes, I want it rough.”

“What did you call me earlier?” A cheeky smile forms on his face as he watches this little girl about to crumble in his hand.

“Daddy.”

“You’re going to keep calling me that or what?”

“Only if you want me-” Harry inserts himself in her, making her choke on her sentence.

“What do you call me?” He leans a bit further downs so their bodies rub against each other as his arm supports her back while the other hand chokes her neck.

“Daddy! Fuck, I call you daddy!”

“I know I’ve been deprived of some good sex but you feel so fucking tight! Do guys not know how to fuck you?”

“Only you can.” Harry pulls his hand away from her neck and instead grasps her face so she can watch their centres connecting.

“You like that view? Is it turning you on? You’re fucking clenching me, baby!”

“Harder, daddy.” Her arm wraps around his shoulder as he pulls away and turns around, making her bend on the table.

“You want it harder baby? I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never be able to sit at this table without remembering how I fucked you so good.”

~ The day after their first time sleeping with each other scared Y/N. As much as she tried to avoid letting Harry see her messy room, they ended up in there anyway. They participated in a couple more rounds and a deep conversation too until they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

What Y/N was scared of was how Harry would react when he woke up in her sheets. Of course, they weren’t too drunk last night but the alcohol did give them a confidence boost. Now it’s the day time and they have to deal with this new boundary they had just crossed.

“Good morning.” A raspy voice speaks up as she sets her head on her hand. Her elbow putting all its pressure on her pillow while she watches the man who’s laying on his stomach smile at her.

“Hi.” She gives a soft smile back. Harry immediately notices the hickeys on her neck, making him not guilty but a bit more proud.

“I marked you.” Y/N’s eyes widen as she sits up and wraps her hands around her neck. “Why you don’t like them?” Harry fixes his position too so he can rest his back against the headrest. He rubs his eyes for a few seconds before helping her straddle his waist. “What’s wrong, Baby?”

“You’re married.” Her finger mindlessly traces one of the sparrows on his chest.

“I know.”

“You think she’ll get mad?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think she cares.”

~ Y/N and Harry’s affair went on for months that they even reached his tour and new album reveal. Although they never said the three most important words, Y/N already knew it was there.

What she loved the most these past months with Harry was their privacy. The secret hookups in changing rooms, the knowing glances in a room full of strangers, and their affectionate touches when they had to pass things to one another in front of her boss.

She knows he’s married and there was no doubt, they fought about his relationship status. But Harry explained that divorces in Hollywood were more complex than for a regular couple. And while Y/N pretended to understand, she truly didn’t. She didn’t understand why he had to keep up this act of being in a happy relationship when he can simply leave his wife -not for her benefit but for his own happiness. Still, every time this fight occurred, they chose to sweep it under the rug. Maybe it was because she wasn’t ready to lose him. He had always been so persistent on his reasoning why he’s been delaying that action. She was scared that he would leave her during another fight only to run back to his wife. What she didn’t know was that she may be a bit too right, after all, he wasn’t ready to admit that his marriage was over.

“Hi, Baby!” Y/N opens her door to find her “boyfriend” with a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi!” She wraps her arms around him in a hug as she lets him enter her apartment that they know too well. If she had to be truly honest... despite having so much alone time with Harry, she’s never been on a date with him but you know -that’s something she had to let go when she decided to get involved with a famous married man. Yet it still didn’t stop her heart from feeling envious when she would be in the restaurant with her friends watching a random couple have dinner together.

Harry takes his hood off and hands her the flowers. “I’m sorry I couldn’t text you this past couple of days. You know that woman who lives with me.” He sighs and gives her a kiss on the lips before continuing on, “We were having lunch together and she noticed I wasn’t wearing my ring anymore so we fought.”

“So you’re wearing it.” Y/N places the flowers on the table and crosses her arms.

“I have too.”

“No, you don’t Harry. She’s only wearing her’s for show. You’ve been cheating on her for seven months!” Y/N snaps at him. She hated it when he wore his ring. It was just a real sign that maybe he was lying to her during the times, he said he was over their marriage and he was going to leave her when things become less complicated.

“Baby, hey stop yelling.” He walks towards her so he can wrap his arms around her. “I’m sorry. You know I care so much about you. Please don’t cry.”

“I can’t stand that you’re married to another woman. Please leave her Harry.” Y/N pulls away as she holds onto his shoulders, begging him. “Please.”

“I’ll try.” He breathes out.

“You’ll try?” She pulls away immediately looking at him. “What do you mean? Have you not been trying to do that these past few months!” He rubs his face in frustration.

“It’s hard Y/N. I told you countless times.” “I know it’s hard but what’s stopping you from doing it! You told me that you don’t want to lose me but for some odd reason, it seems like you don’t want to lose her!”

“She was my first love Goddammit!” He finally yells back at her.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie and they lie and they lie

A million little times

They both found themselves caught off guard as the silence screamed in their ears. How could this safe space where they spent their nights rolling in the sheets feel so… indifferent? “Harry please be 100 percent honest with me.” Y/N backs away slowly as she reaches a few feet apart from Harry. “Do you want to leave her?”

Silence.

“You told me you did? Did you change your mind?” Her eyes widen as she watches the man in front of her absolutely speechless. “I’d punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.” She lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He stares at the ground with his hands in his jeans. “Of course, I want to leave her! It’s just-”

“Leave.”

“What Baby no!” He quickly looks up and tries to make his way towards her.

“Harry, stop. What we have is over! I’m not going to let you use me until your stupid sick marriage fixes itself!”

“Y/N that wasn’t my intention I swear! You know what marriage means to me! I can’t simply-”

“Fuck what you think of marriage! You don’t want to leave her but you rather continuously hide me while you go to awards with her -While you go on fucking dates with her!”

“It’s for publicity-”

“I don’t care!” She screams. “I realized that this isn’t working out and we should stop!” The pressure in her chest was making her hyperventilate. “We should have stopped months ago!”

“Fuck I don’t want to lose you, please. You’re the only thing that’s been making me so happy.” He reaches out to take her hands but she simply pulls away.

“Harry! Listen to yourself! You’re married! I’m starting to think you have a fear of having a failed marriage like your mom and dad! But please for the love of God, don’t drag me around because I won’t let you!” Harry’s faces change into anger as he gives her a cold look.

“Well don’t drag my parents’ marriage into this! I told you that because I trusted you not so you can use it against me!”

“That’s not what I was trying to do!” Y/N pleads. “You won’t lever her Harry! You won’t!”

“How do you think people will react!” He gestures with his hands. “ After three years of marriage, Harry Styles is getting divorced!” He mimics a random news reporter.

“So-” “I’m not going to let myself be categorized under Hollywood’s failed marriages!” “It was already failing before you met me! Can’t you see I just want you to be happy!”

“I am happy when you’re with me!”

“Well, I’m not!”

“You don’t mean that.” Harry scoffs as he runs his hand through his hair in frustration.

“How can I not? I’m hearing stories every day about your fights at home. This isn’t even a relationship Harry! It’s an affair! An illicit one! And I-I’m a secret!”

“I don’t want to share you with the public! They will judge us and they’re going to ruin you as they ruined me!” He rambles on. “I’ve been stalked and judged for things I didn’t know matter!”

“I would rather go through that with you -than to watch you from far away and only have you with me when we’re here inside this apartment.” She points at the floor.

“I can’t Y/N. I can’t let that happen and I won’t.”

“Then this is over then.” She quickly wipes her tears as she notices Harry doing the same. The yelling seemed to die down as they finally realized that this problem they tried to ignore wasn’t going anywhere.

“You know… for some reason, you taught me a lot of things.” Harry clears his throat as he wipes his wet palms on his pants. “Despite only letting you have one half of me. You somehow took over my whole mind. God, I would love to fight for you Y/N.” He looks at her as he feels tears forming in his again. “I do - I truly would.” A pause happens before he continues, “ For you, I ‘d ruin myself a million times but I would never let you do the same.” He emphasizes to her. “ I don’t want to let you go but I know I should because even if I go get that divorce, I’d still want to keep you as my secret -and that’s not what you want.”

“I-” Y/N stops herself. She wanted to tell him that she loves him but she knew it wouldn’t help them at all. “I’ll still see you for a while. After my internship though, I’ll be gone.”

“Do you think we’ll stay in touch.”

“I don’t think we should.” She blurts it out as her eyes glance at the fresh bouquet sitting on her table.

“Alright. I guess that’s it.” Harry sniffles a bit before walking to the door. “I’ll see you.”

“Goodbye.”

And Y/N thought she wouldn’t have to see him again after her internship. Although her heart was broken, she found herself counting the days until she can find a new job. After their unexpected ending, she no longer found herself lonely in the mornings but during the nights too.

The days he came by the office were more difficult than she thought. She would still feel his gaze on her during their meetings but he no longer greeted her nor gave her any attention. He would walk right past her desk when he visited the office but he would act as if he never knew her in the first place - Not a glance or a wave.

And that was fine with Y/N, at least she tried her best to think it was. Until her meeting with Rob a week before Harry’s album release.

“Y/N, I would love to offer you a job here at the company. I will give you a position in Marketing for Harry Styles.” Rob hands her a manila folder across the table. “ You know a few months ago, he spoke about your hard work and how much potential you have and he’s right. This would look great on your resume and the pay will be better here than if you were to start off at another company.”

Days of thinking and non-stop anxiety flooded Y/N’s mind. She knew her plan was to cut all ties with the pop star but the career that had just been handed to her had so much potential. Potentiality can help her with her student loans and give her a more comfortable life. She would be stupid if she passed the offer because of him. So with no more hesitation, she took her phone and called Rob.

“I’ll take the job offer.”

Part two here!!

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a new header??? it matches better <3 these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with a star (*).

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 28th only

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main list ~

✰ Don’t Wait Up by reliablyimperfect | NR | 1k

Without Harry’s warmth next to him, he felt the chill of the air creep over his skin. He tugged the blanket down from where Harry kept one draped over the back of the couch for him, grateful. With the blanket, he instantly felt warmer, but it backfired when his eyes began to droop again. Trying to keep his eyes open was impossible, and he was consciously aware of how long his blinks were becoming. They stay closed longer and longer until, eventually, they didn’t open again.

so soft and sweet and lovely! made my heart feel so warm <3 will return to this for some quick comfort in the future!

✰ my ugly mouth kept running by @hadestyles | E | 4k

Sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

rori’s lush writing + abo + exes to lovers = absolute perfection. my fic cameo gives it a bonus too :’) definitely one of my rori favs

✰ i’ve loved you three summers now honey, i want them all by @softloubabie | M | 4k

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do.

After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

so cute and sweet! their kids were so adorable and the proposal so lovely!! they love each other so much <3

✰ love me in between the future and the past by navigator & quitter | E | 11k

Harry's scared of history repeating itself.

this honestly hurt to read but in such a raw and emotional way?? was mad at harry and then sad for him :( this writer duo’s fics never fail to amaze me!

✰ sunshine on my mind by @raspberryoatss | E | 13k

Louis visits Harry in Portland

this was so sweet and lovely! the perfect addition to this wonderful universe! pip’s characterizations and fluff never fails to make my heart feel warm <3

✰ rapture in the dark by @stylinsonsupporter | T | 13k

Harry Styles is a breakout musician who has shed his boyband label in favor of embracing his inner brooding rockstar. His PR team think that his rebrand is the perfect time for Harry to come out of the closet and have devised the perfect plan for doing so. Enter Louis Tomlinson, up and coming (and very openly homosexual) model whose public image as America's Sweetheart is the perfect foil for Harry's new edge. From a PR standpoint, it's a dream come true - a power couple that can slowly coax the public into accepting Harry's altered image. The only problem? They hate each other.

always love a good fake dating au and this is no exception! and model louis >> really enjoyed this!

✰ Maybe, Baby* by thoughtsickles | M | 16k | mpreg

It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis' daydreams, the kind of life he'd always imagined he'd have when he was younger and bored at his momma's work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He'd felt so important being allowed to touch them. He'd told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn't peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.

You can't stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn't want to listen.

have reread this one quite a bit of times now and it still makes me so happy <3 this Louis and Harry deserve the world <333

✰ Let Me Inside by reliablyimperfect | E | 18k

Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis.

loved this one! really enjoyed the balance between h&l and how they maintained their dynamic in subtle ways outside of the bedroom while also keeping it separate. very much enjoyed the jealousy as well <3

✰ a scintilla of predilection by @dehydratedpoolfics | T | 20k

There, in the far back of the room, next to the only available seat left, is none other than Harry Styles. Harry, who grew up next door to him, who knew all his secrets as a child and played FIFA with him on Saturday mornings after he would spend the night Friday evenings every week, whose curly hair would tickle his nose as they held each other during bitter cold nights that made his room glow a haunting blue.

love ex-childhood friends with misunderstandings!! louis was so cute and i loved his poetry <3 harry too was so stupid but so smitten and lovely :’) really enjoyed this!

✰ Keeping The Flame Alive by @crazyupsetter | E | 20k

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

✰ like it’s a game* by @soldouthaz | E | 32k

There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare.

And Louis.

queen of enemies to lovers! it’s been a while since i’ve reread this but too absolutely no surprise, it’s just as amazing as always <3 sarah never misses!

✰ Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2 | M | 35k

Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

really enjoyed this as per usual! exes to lovers is my jam and the added angst of Louis dating someone else at the beginning... love <3

✰ Some Things Take Root* by navigator & quitter | E | 50k

Louis' ex doesn't get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

stumbled upon this randomly and decided to reread on a whim... ended up staying up to read it in one sitting! so good!

✰ Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) by @all-these-larrythings | E | 58k

When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It's just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can't get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

i don’t know how i’ve never read this before??? it was absolutely amazing though! perfect blend of humor and fluff and tension and angst <3

✰ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) by @youreyesonlarry | E | 74k

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day.

the slow burn in this fic killed me - which is to say, it was perfect! loved how they progressed from working together to being friends to something more and how much they genuinely cared for each other! the hockey was so fun too!

✰ Call Out My Name by frenchkiss | E | 102k

Apparently, it's bad PR to fall in love with the omega you hired to help you through your rut.

Harry Styles begs to differ.

ellen truly knocked it out of the park with this one!! had everything i could ever want: abo, famous/non-famous, fluff, humor, angst, drama, and more! i loved it from beginning to end!

wips ~

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies | E | 64k | 7/11

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

am thoroughly enjoying each chapter!! it’s been a wild ride so far and although things are currently calm, i am still on edge!! but i trust mar with my life <3

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved | E | 83k | 8/16

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

caught up last night! still really enjoying every chapter and can’t wait to see what happens next!! things are *happening* with h&l and answers are being given!! (love the jealousy too!)

non-1d ~

✰ Keep Me Close (I Need Your Faith) by @princelouisau | E | 23k

Somewhere along the way he had fallen in love and in doing so, had broken the one rule he knew he couldn’t come back from. As quickly as he realised, he decided that he must never dare speak it. He resigned himself to loving Draco in silence.

first foray into reading drarry... and, to no one’s surprise, i loved it! beautiful writing as always and beautiful atmosphere! it’s really not a shock that i fell for these characters and their story when danielle is behind it <3 it had me entranced from beginning to end!!

finally, i myself actually posted a fic this month:

my fics ~

✰ yesterday came suddenly by me | E | 49k | mpreg

Harry the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

#my fic recs #fic recs #28th appreciation #march recs #2021 recs #march 2021 recs #scheduled

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