#I said I’d never use the crashing gifs and I am a liar

[jroycethethird]

setting: bad moon brewing

featuring: royce van doren iii & skye carrington @skyecarrington

Ever since he’d been caught in a fire at Starlight Royce had switched up his preferred bar to offer his patronage, going into Echo Acres of all places for his now favorite place to have a drink and flirt with hot hopefuls. At least that’s how it had been for most nights — that night Royce was seeking something a bit more laid back, a drink and maybe the company of a friend more so than a one night stand. “Lio!” He flagged down Skye Carrington the moment he caught sight of him with a large suave smile on his face, some pretty and scantily clad blonde hanging off his elbow. “You handsome devil you, there you are. This is the guy I was telling you about,” he addressed the woman with him, “My good friend, owner of this fantastic bar, that I have been looking all night for. Say, what’s a man gotta do to get the best drinks for his lovely company and her entourage back there?” He sounded charming but the look he gave Skye revealed the desire to get this clinger away from him. Come up with something, you clever boy, any excuse to have her torn off the sleeve of his fancy European three piece suit which was starting to stink of cheap perfume. “We had something to discuss, didn’t we?” He was fishing, giving the woman a shrug and a smile, “Business calls, darling. Why don’t you just write your number on a cocktail napkin? I’m sure I’ll find it eventually.” He carefully pulled his arm out of her hot pink taloned grip, sidling up to the bar owner and smacking a hearty hand on the other’s back as he whirled them away from her. “Dear god, remind me to start looking into that ‘street wear’ the youths style themselves up in these days. I need to start looking like I pay rent or something.” He scratched the back of his neck, nose wrinkling as he said, “Do you think I can still be me in a beanie?” He scoffed, “God, probably not.”

[dahmerthepeoplenomer]

Special Moments

Hey all! So I’m obsessed with Stanley Tucci right now. That being said, I thought about writing a Mr. Harvey piece from ‘The Lovley Bones’ where Harvey finds someone that wins his heart for the first time in his life. This is through the readers eyes but we see conflict in Harvey because he’s scared of hurting someone so close to him. Maybe she changes his ways? It’s worth mentioning that the reader is of legal age in this. Not sure if this is a finished piece or if I’ll write another part to it. Depending if people like it!

Enjoy! <3

I was riding my bike over to Mr. Harvey’s house for the 5th day this week when I started to get caught up in my thoughts. A couple of girls I know were bagging on me for hanging out with him. Their most popular phrases being, “ew, he’s such a creep” and “do you have a crush on him?!” and “be careful, he might lock you up and never let you leave”.

‘Well, that last one wouldn’t be so bad. Little do they know how much I actually DO like him.’ I think to myself.

Shaking my head I try to forget all the mean things they say about Mr. Harvey. He would never hurt me, he’s said it himself. He calls me special and likes that I’m different from everyone else. He says I’m wiser and more mature than everyone else my age.

If I was 16 years older, I would skip the dating phase and just ask him to marry me...I mean...I am technically an adult so that wouldn’t make that scenario impossible.

I ride up to the edge of his driveway, hopping off my bike and letting it drop to the pavement. I adjust my clothing and slowly start to walk towards the porch. I wasn’t sure how to express to him how much I cared about him. Just the thought of him makes my heart race. I could stare at his beautiful blonde hair and his bright blue eyes for the rest of my life and not grow tired of the sight. Why doesn’t anybody like him? Why doesn’t he have any friends? He’s not as weird as everyone says he is....at least, not with me. In fact, he NEVER tries to make me feel uncomfortable. Or maybe I just love him so much that I adore everything he does.

I decided to sit down for a moment on the doorstep to recollect myself. With my knees to my chest, I just stare and fiddle with a few flowers from a hanging basket. He has the most beautiful yard in the neighborhood...almost as beautiful as him.

*tap tap*

I look up to see Mr. Harvey at the window by the door. He raises his eyebrows and smiles.

‘That damn smile’, I think to myself.

I smile back as he puts the curtain back in place and opens the door.

“What are you doing just sitting on the porch? Don’t you want to come in? It’s cold out here” he said with a little concern.

I then stood up and brushed the dirt off of me. “Oh yeah, sorry, I...it’s just been a weird day. I thought I’d just sit and have a minute to myself.” I said with a little hesitation.

He escorts me in and gives me a look like he can see right through me.

“Alright, what’s wrong? You’re a terrible liar you know?” He instantly says closing the door.

“You’ve been distant lately, staring off into space and avoiding me at times. Did I do something to upset you? I would never want hurt you.”

“No no no! You didn’t do anything wrong! I’ve just been caught up in my own head again lately.” I try to laugh it off.

He doesn’t look like he’s buying it.

“I know my special girl and how she gets sometimes but this is different. There’s something else going on up here.” He says as he playfully pokes the side of my head.

I smile back and blush slightly at his words. He notices I’m not going to say what’s really going on so he changes the subject to my relief.

“Alright, well come here. I got a structure piece for the new dollhouse I’ve been working on and I need you to hold the pieces while I screw them together. There’s also some furniture pieces you can help put together cause I know you like doing the little technical stuff”, he looks back and smirks.

“Ok! Awesome!” I say.

~~~~~

“Ok now just keep them together like this”, Mr. Harvey says, placing his hands over mine to position the pieces where they need to be.

I can’t help but stare at him as he lets go of my hands and grabs the drill to screw together the wood. My eyes trail up to his head, examining the few stray hairs falling in his face. His eyes are so focused on the task at hand. My gaze starts to travel down his neck where the top few buttons are undone on his flannel. I catch a glimpse of chest hair and I start to wonder what it’d be like to feel him. I continue further down his arms all the way to his huge hands at work and can’t help but think of what it’d be like for him to feel me.

‘I want to see that chest hair again..’ I think to myself gazing back up only to realize he’s staring back at me. I quickly look back to the wood pieces in my hands. He only sniffs out of laugh and continues on.

“Well that’ll do it.” He puts down the drill.

I sit on the stool in front of the dollhouse and notice that I can look through the windows of the miniature house and get a view of him from behind. He puts away his tools and starts back over to the table. I begin to tinker with the furniture pieces making it look as realistic as possible, whilst keeping my gaze on him.

He’s started painting the outside of the house from the other side. Glancing up at me he laughs, “Okay, do I look funny? Is my hair a mess? I feel like I’m being silently interrogated.”

“I’m sorry...I just..like looking at you.” I mumble out the last part.

“What was that?”, he says.

“I just like looking at you! You’re handsome and you’re so sweet and I don’t know..I..I..just like you is all.” I half shout out, flustered. I look down at the ground realizing I just outed myself.

He pauses for a long while before saying,

“Our time together is special to you, hm?”

I nod, too embarrassed to make eye contact.

He hums for a moment.

“Mmhm, it’s special to me too. You’re not like those other girls. I would never hurt you, you know that?” He seems guarded when asking that...like there’s something he’s hiding.

I only nod in return. He then gets up off his stool and walks over to me and extends his arms out, looking to me for permission to hold me. I raise my arms around his waist and he pulls me in tight and hums. I’m loving every minute of his attention. I sink deeper into his belly, his scent is overwhelming....like a cozy scent of musky autumn...must be his cologne...maybe his soap?

He pulls away a bit but my arms are still locked on him, not wanting to let go. He laughs a little and says, “Do you want something to eat?”

I look up and nod, not really confident in my answer because I’d rather spend the rest of the day in his arms.

~~~

It’s been a few days since our long wonderful hug and things are much more playful between us...

“You better give me that paintbrush or so help me god, I will pin you down and pry it from your hands.” He tries to look serious but can’t help the corner of his mouth that twitches up.

He’s almost done with the dollhouse, it just needs a few finishing touches of paint but I want his attention directed toward me.

“I’d like to see you try.” I taunt, wiggling my eyebrows.

His blue eyes stare into mine for a solid 10 seconds before he lunges towards me as I run from behind the couch. He scales the ottoman as I shriek and giggle, running down the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom. I dive for the bed and hide under the covers.

“Hmm I wonder where you are...” Staring at the lump on his bed. I giggle as he rips the comforter off me. I turn over so he can’t get the brush in my hand.

“Give me my paintbrush!” His hands diving around me trying to get it. I squirm when his hand grazes the side of my stomach.

“Oh...mmhm...I see I’ve found a weakness.”

“Don’t.” I say warningly, I crane my neck to look at him from my facedown position.

Mere seconds after our eyes make contact, he’s sitting on my legs to hold me in place as his hands go in for the attack.

“St..op...p..please! Ahaha...ah..I can’t..” I wiggle beneath him and end up rolling over to my back. “Okay! Okay...p..please stop! Heres your damn brush!” I laugh out.

“Thank. You.” He says each word triumphantly, grabbing his valuables.

I only now realize the position we’re in....in his bedroom, he’s on top of me and I’m starting to feel extreme heat pool where he’s sitting.

I look up at him, he places his paintbrush on the nightstand without breaking eye contact and leans down towards me. I almost don’t believe what’s about to happen. Our lips are mere centimeters from each other and he lingers there for a few moments as if waiting for me to make the next move. I do just that by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down on me, lips crashing together.

He shifts to a more comfortable position above me and cups my face. The kiss getting more intense as he slides his tongue along my bottom lip begging for entrance. I open my mouth and our tongues dance and fight for dominance, to which he wins. He pulls away after a few minutes and we both gasp for air. He rests his forehead on mine. I lick my lips wanting to taste him again so I do just that. I pull him down for another long kiss. His lips leave mine and start to travel down to my neck. I can’t think straight until I notice a stiffness rubbing at my groin. My body goes somewhat rigid after realizing what it is I’m feeling. He stops and looks at me, noticing that I’m staring where our bodies are connected.

“Oh, oh no. I promised myself I wouldn’t put you in this position, I promised!” He says as he starts to get off me only for me to lock his legs with mine and grab the front of his flannel to make him stay.

“You better stay where you are or so help me god I will pin you down and make you stay!” I say, laughing at my use of some of his words from earlier. He looks torn inside. Like he’s battling with himself.

“I can’t...once I have you, there’s no turning back. I won’t be able to control myself...not with you.”

I reach up to grab his face, looking into his blue eyes, “I want this with you. Ever since that long hug the other day.”

That was enough to break his walls down. His mouth crashes to mine and his hands instantly slide under my sweater. I lift my arms so he can slide it over my head, exposing my breasts. I’m glad I decided against a bra today.

He gazes at me, his face full of pure admiration and hunger. His breathing intensifies as he reaches to unbutton his own shirt. I watch as his hands move quickly towards his belt, popping open his jeans with a sigh of relief. I try to reach for my own jeans but he pushes my hands away. He then unbuttons them himself and pulls them down. He looks so flustered and frantic that I pull his face to mine and whisper, “hey, everything’s fine, I’m here.”

He looks me up and down and nods, leaning in for a chaste kiss before removing his pants along with his boxers. I stare at him in wonder, never having seen such a thing, let alone how he was going to fit in me.

He takes notice in my concern. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

I nod. Something flashes in his eyes...suddenly I feel like prey.

“I’ve never had somebody want me like this, let alone a virgin. I’m not gonna hurt you, you’re my special girl.” He says trying to calm himself down.

And in that moment I felt a pain in my heart for him but also a feeling of reassurance.

“I trust you.” I say.

He nods, leaning down to kiss me. His lips start to travel down my body, stopping at the trim of my underwear. His hands reach up to pull them down gently, spreading me open. Practically drooling, he wastes no time connecting his mouth to me. My hands instantly go to his hair, pulling him further into me.

“Mmm, Mr. Harvey!” I practically scream his name.

“Mmhm, George, call me George from now on”, he hums into me.

Bringing his hand up, he slides one finger into me. I cry out louder at the new wonderful feeling. Not long after, he’s able to slide another finger in, hitting just the right spot, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but his fingers and mouth. His ministrations getting faster and faster.

“George...George...” I gasp out loudly.

“Just let go sweetheart.” He mumbles against me.

Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he reaches up with his free hands to intertwine our fingers.

“Mmmm, Oh god, George!!” Pure waves of pleasure crash over me, over and over.

I’m floating on a cloud where nothing else exists besides me and him. Finally after minutes or hours, who knows, I open my eyes to see him over me, staring back.

He smiles and says, “Welcome back. You’re one of a kind, you know that?” I can only lightly laugh in return.

He positions himself above me so that our nether regions align.

“This may hurt a little at first.” He says.

I then feel his large head poke through my entrance, my muscles clench and I grab onto him. He slides the full way in, hitting spots I never thought imaginable. It feels uncomfortable but not unpleasant. After sitting there for a moment, I raise my hips to encourage him to move.

He pulls back and pushes back in...and again...and again. After the fourth or fifth thrust, I’m starting to feel the knot inside me building up again. I wrap my legs around him, thrusting up to meet his movements. He leans down to capture my lips with his own as he speeds up. The pleasure getting almost unbearable.

“Mmm...mhmm”, he mumbles against my lips.

He reaches under me to lift my hips up. He’s now hitting that sweet spot again, throwing me out of my mind. I almost can’t take the pleasure. We’re both a moaning mess of yelling each others names and meaningless words.

That’s when he looks down at me and says, “I love you. I’ve never loved anyone like...mmm..like this before but I love you. I’ve been..*grunt*..holding my emotions back for a..*grunt*..for a while.”

I look up to him in disbelief and say, “I love you too.” Meaning every word I say.

His lips crash to mine again as I’m sent over the edge into another, more powerful wave of pleasure. My walls clench around him, sending him onto cloud 9 with me. We ride out the wave as long as we can. Him leaning on one elbow and holding me with the other arm, me wrapped all around him.

He finally comes to, rolling onto his back pulling me to his side. My hand runs up and down his chest. ‘Finally...’ I think to myself.

“What was that?” He asks.

“I didn’t realize I said that out loud”, I laugh. “The other day I couldn’t stop staring at your chest hair through your open shirt and I was wondering what it would feel like.”

His chest rumbles with a chuckle and he says, “Ah so my hair WAS what you were staring at, just wasn’t the hair on my head like I guessed.”

I lightly laugh and hug his side tighter. He hums a bit and rubs my back, lulling me into a deep sleep.

[angelofthenightposts]

Broken Heart. // Ch.5

 Bill is ready for the next stage of his life after reaching the happy life he can be with the people he loves and the successful career he has always dreamed of. Marrying his fiancé, Alida. But it all takes an unexpected turn when he asks his wedding planner friend, Y/N, to help plan their wedding.

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“What are you doing here?” You glance around the dining room at the other family members and dash to the front door, as if you'd all intended to get up. Only one person has the power to make your brother so enraged all of a sudden. And you're right; Bill's tall, well-built body is enough to make your blood curdle. His palms are resting against two sides of the door trim, his gaze fixed on you. “Why don't you go back inside while I kick this jerk out?” says your brother.

You want to follow James' instructions and return to the cheery breakfast table you just left. Your legs, on the other hand, ignore his orders, and you stare at Bill, taking the entire difference in. The dark circles around his huge green eyes are the first thing you notice, indicating that Bill hasn't gotten much sleep recently, and he's also lost some weight. He appears weak and unhappy, and seeing his condition rips your heart.

Bill isn't any different; his stare never leaves you; his entire body aches to meet with you; his fingertips want to touch you, to bring you into his arms. He says, embarrassed with the glances he gets from everyone, "I just want to talk to you."

James grunts and rolls his eyes back, his entire body casting a shadow over you. “Talk to her over my dead body,”

Harry, his kid, is startled by his father's loud and angry voice; the young boy is standing between his mother's legs, trying to comprehend why his father grew so furious so quickly. He tries to conceal his small body behind Zara's; he has never seen his father angry like this before, and it is enough to make him cry. “Daddy.”

“Zara, please take him upstairs.” Zara glances at you before picking him up and carrying him upstairs and you nod. James's gaze follows them until his son has exited the scene, at which point he abandons his phony smile.

“All right, you can leave now.” Bill tries to stop him by pushing the door open with his left hand as your brother clutches the doorknob, ready to close the door in his face. You take a step forward and softly touch James' back, knowing that this might quickly develop into a battleground.

“Please return inside. I'll take care of it, James.” He pauses and searches your eyes for a clue that he shouldn't leave you alone with Bill, but instead he finds a determined and stone-cold woman. He asks his mum to join him.

"So, what do you want to talk?" Bill shifts his gaze from James' back to you, knowing you won't allow him in. Your chin is up and your arms are folded over your chest. He's well aware of your expression, it is full of sarcasm.

He inhales deeply and bites the inside of his lower lip; his words were rehearsed till he saw you after so many days. “Could we speak in a more private place?”

“Why? Are you afraid of being photographed by paparazzi?” You're one of those people that always acts as if nothing is wrong when there are several problems; you hide your unhappiness and aggravation behind a mask, and your words become snarky and your eyes sarcastic.

“I don't give a damn about the paparazzi. I just want to speak with you. And if you want to speak here, that's OK; let's do it." He dares you by resting his long torso against the door frame. Of course, he's not going to bring up your relationship at your parents' door.

“Fine,” You simply give up and go for your mother's car key in the cupboard to your right.

//xxx//

As you drive your mother's black Sedan, you have no idea where you're going; it's been more than twenty minutes and the nearest spot is a gas station. It's quiet, and your family can't disturb you with questions about what's bothering you. You realize this is the first time you haven't had to fake a smile in a long time. You stare at him out of the corner of your eye, he keeps quiet for the rest of the ride, and you are glad that he waits for the talk. You turn back to the road and clear your throat as he turns his head away from the window and looks at you. On the drive back, you'll undoubtedly require GPS guidance.

“I can say you're on the right track if you're looking for a place to kill me.” You despise him for making a joke in your situation, but you hate yourself even more for laughing at it.

You turn off the engine, but none of you exit the vehicle; instead, you stay inside, alone and away from the world all for a moment. It's almost as though you're surrounded by a protective bubble. You're in a place so secluded that even God has forgotten about it; no one can locate you, even if they wanted to. You wait for him to begin speaking; you know there is nothing he can say that will persuade you otherwise, yet you still want to hear him try. Bill, on the other hand, remains silent and sighs frequently.

“Get out of the car,” you say and get off the car before him. It's windy and chilly outside. You take a look around and see that you've driven dangerously close to a cliff. The waves can be heard crashing on the rocks. You push a lock of hair behind your hair and take a seat on the hood. “All right, Bill, this is the private space you requested; now go ahead and start talking.”

“I don't know where to begin,” Bill says as he climbs and sits next to you.

You look up at the sky and see dark clouds above you; it's going to rain later. “Wait, I can help you. Why don't you begin with your birthday? No, no. Let's go back even further. Let's talk about how you began dating Alida while seeming to be in love with me.”

"Oh, I found a better one; let's speak about what much of a liar you are," you say, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence. "You make the decision."

“I've never lied to you.” As if it were the most essential thing to him, he corrects you. You already know that honesty isn't his strongest suit.

"I almost forgot to congratulate you, Bill. How is the pregnancy going so far?”

He closes his eyes and sighs; he may be a superb actor, but he isn't always the best at concealing his emotions. You divert your gaze, assuming that the rumors are true and that she is indeed pregnant. “You're attempting to hurt me.”

“You think so?” you ask, laughing at him. “I was, no, I am still, serious and genuine about all I said. Y/N, I knew the moment I met you that you were unlike any other woman I'd ever met. You are careless about people's appearances or financial situations. Others just care about how much money you make or who you hang out with, and I'm surrounded by them. But you, no, you are the one person with whom I can be myself. You are utterly perfect.”

"Skarsgard, stop flattering me." You slam every door Bill opens in desperation, and he sighs deeply, his head bowed and his mind racing.

“When you were with that Toby guy,” you gasp, stunned. You can't believe Bill still recalls the name of the guy you dated a few months ago. “I was so envious the first time I saw you with him that I despised you for giving him a chance, for not seeing me as a slave around you. I don't know how many times Alexander told me to look away from you two snuggling and kissing.”

“What did you do then? Did you end up in Alida's arms?

“Alida was a long-time old friend of mine at the time. She had recently broken up with his ex, and she, like me, was in a depressed state. I began to speak with her about you. Every time Toby touched you, I grew angered... I was drunk one night and couldn't take him being around you." You can guess what he'll say next. It will crush you no matter how much you try to prepare. Bill pauses for a while and get off his seat to walk forward, as if he senses it as well. You watch his back when he feels ready to tell you more, "One night, I went to her apartment. It wouldn't be any different if I close my eyes and think about you, I thought. We were just trying to forget about our miserable lives in the arms of one other. I didn't have anyone else except Alida; you were so busy that I couldn't see you. Then I went to Canada to shoot another film, thousands of miles away from you; I swear to you, Y/N, that was the most difficult part of my job. Not being able to see you whenever I wanted, not being able to get together for the ridiculous movie nights.”

“Bill, I-”

“No, give me a chance to finish. I had given up hope that you might one day be mine, and then you showed me how foolish I was. You did what I should have done months ago that night. Y/N, I'll never forget that night,” he says as he approaches up to you, his body standing between your legs and reaching up to touch you. “I’ll never forget how lovingly you looked at me; I'll never forget the feel of your body in my arms. I'll never forget the way you made me feel complete.

His cold fingertips brush against your soft, warm cheek; he presses his face closer to yours, his heart pounding with anxiety of rejection. You place your forehead against his and close your eyes, inhaling his cologne. Your hand glides up to his chest and pulls him closer. His lips are only a breath from yours. You whisper, "You failed to mention how you got Alida knocked up.”

"Please don't do this to us.” He responds, his eyes searching for a clue that you still care about him. And he finds it as well, but it is hidden beneath the fury and despair.

“How can you believe there's anything left after all of this, Bill?  You shattered my heart. No, you didn't stop there; you ruined my life. You gave me hope and promised to make everything right. If this is your method of problem-solving, let me tell you, you're terrible at it.” You shove him out of the way and step off the hood. "You answered to Alida's texts while watching a movie in my arms.  You said you were with your brothers and that you were at your house.   You were afraid to tell her you were with me because you were afraid of upsetting her. To avoid hurting her feelings, you lied to her. You didn't break up with her, making excuse after excuse. So, Bill, why were you so unconcerned about me?

“Did it ever occur to you that you were hurting me?” you ask, tears streaming down your cheeks, and you don't even bother to hide them. "Or was I just another woman you slept with when Alida wasn't around?  Your biggest regret, you said, was being with her. Do you want to know what is mine?

“Tell me,” he says, this is the first time you've seen him cry.

“My biggest regret is having sex with you.  Loving you, Bill, is like walking into a fire knowing you're going to get burned. I'm sorry, but I can't keep doing this to myself if I care about my life for even a second. Get out of my life, Bill, if you even care about me a little. I can’t live otherwise. We are no good together.”

Bill quickly shakes his head, holding your cheeks and pondering how to end this torment. He is well aware of the fact that he is losing you. You let him draw you into a hold and wrap your arms around his body; it is a good-bye hug.