#jimmy darling oneshots

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(sorry for the typos, i woke up a little while ago 😭)

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[my-own-walker]

Something you like…

summary: evan and you are dating, but he can’t help but need some…validation.

warnings: stupid fluff, sm*t, then more fluff-ish (because i’m a softie, what can I say?) Evan x fem!reader

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‘Alright, alright,’ he choked out between deep belly laughs. ‘So let me get this straight,’ he began.

‘Stoooopppp shut up I KNOW its stupid!!’ I protested, trying to get him to stop his oversimplification of my admittedly funny issue.

‘No, no, babe I wanna unpack this,’ he laughed, ‘so you heard from your friend that there was something suspicious in the trash can and you decided to investigate…as someone with clinical anxiety.’

I nodded, casting my eyes down and feigning upset, giggling quietly to myself.

I had just gotten home from work and Evan made dinner. It was a kind gesture he’d do every time I had to work late. This time my lateness wasn’t exactly intentional. In that, it wasn’t really…work related.

‘So in hearing the noise coming from the trash can - the public trash can, might I add - you decided the right thing to do would be to call the cops?!’ Evan was laughing so hard he couldn’t even eat.

I’ll admit, it was super funny. I overreacted to beeping in a trash can outside the building I worked in and called the cops. Someone threw out their phone and was trying to call it. My mind went the…explosive route. I guess I thought I was in a movie or something.

‘Baby, you are so cute. I can’t stand it,’ Evan cooed, tucking a piece of my hair back behind my ear with his free hand. ‘Even though it wasn’t entirely rational, at least you’re safe.’

‘In my mind it was so real. Like I was convinced someone planted a device. I thought it was an evil scheme,’ I clarified, still laughing at myself.

Evan and I had been together for about a year and a half. We moved in together rather quickly after we started dating. We had known each other for some time before that.

Well, better than known. We were hooking up, to put it frankly. We met through mutual friends at some party in LA.

One day, though, he decided to pull the trigger and officially ask me to be with him. More seriously. I kinda laughed at him when he did. We were fast friends, constantly making each other laugh. I was okay with things being casual. I wasn’t too emotionally invested, and it seemed like he wasn’t, either.

I had no idea how he felt about me until we had that conversation. And I quickly realized that I felt it, too. We had slowly fallen in love and I didn’t even recognize it.

Nonetheless, being with him was a dream. I had never imagined finding such a perfect match in a person.

Staring at him over that dinner table, I still had butterflies in my stomach. Much like the first time I met him. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled made me swoon. The veins in his hands entranced me. Everything about him left me wanting more.

‘Like what you see or something?’ Evan quipped.

I didn’t even realize I was staring like a creep, not saying a word.

‘God I’m sorry, I’m a million miles away, haha. Just thinking,’ I replied.

‘Oh, so you don’t like what you see?’ he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and placed my elbows on the table, lacing my fingers together and looking him dead in the eyes. ‘I promise you, Evan, I always like what I see when I look at you.’

‘Yeah?’ he raised an eyebrow, challenging me.

‘What? You want an itemized list or something, Peters?’ I joked.

‘What if I said I want you to show me?’

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Before I knew it we were upstairs, hungrily ripping layers of clothing off each other, keeping our lips firmly pressed together.

‘I adore you,’ he breathed between kisses, swiftly throwing his sweater behind him. ‘You are my world.’ He pulled down his sweatpants and kicked them off. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His erection sprang out dramatically, showing me how much he wanted me.

He pushed me onto the bed and unbuttoned my jeans. He slid them off quickly and climbed onto the bed. I was left in just my panties, soaking wet already.

He pinned me down by my wrists, which were over my head thanks to the way he tossed me down. He leant down, putting his face close to mine.

‘Tell me,’ he growled as he tore off my panties. I was surprised by his urgency. ‘Tell me what you like.’

Fumbling for an answer to such a vague question, I replied ‘y- uh, your hands, your veins.’

‘Yeah?’ he challenged. ‘Okay…’

He let go of my left wrist to stroke my face with his right hand. The anticipation was too much to bear. He swiftly entered me with his fingers. I couldn’t help but yelp out in pleasure. His fingers explored me, finding just the right spot that made my toes curl and my face screw up in ecstasy.

Just as I was about to reach my limit, he stopped. He removed all contact besides the longer strands of his hair tickling my face as he hovered over me, resting on his fists on either side of me.

‘What else?’ he demanded.

‘Evan-‘ I whined, squirming from the loss of contact.

‘Tell me. Or we won’t continue.’

‘Your lips. They’re soft and pink and I love how they feel on me,’ I pleaded. I needed his touch.

He curled his mouth into a sick smile. The kind of smile that made my insides flip. He promptly started kissing me all over.

He started slowly, making me burn intensely inside. First at my neck, then collarbones. He stayed on my chest for a while, taking his time to really ensure my pleasure. When he reached my lower stomach, he took a brief intermission to drag his tongue all the way back up the center of my body. An acknowledgment of how close he was to what I actually wanted. He wanted to tease me.

He gently spread my legs open and began kissing my inner thighs. Then his tongue hit my middle.

‘Fuck, you’re so wet,’ he moaned.

I cried out in passion, feeling warm droves of intensity coursing through my entire body. Again, he removed himself from me. I whimpered helplessly.

‘Tell me one last thing. One last thing and I’ll let you come, baby,’ he negotiated.

‘Your cock,’ I managed.

And that was all she wrote. He slid off the bed. Standing at the end of it, he pulled me roughly by my legs toward him. He lined himself up with my entrance and thrusted into me.

I watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. His head went back and his mouth opened with a guttural moan. I was in no better shape. The feeling of his length inside me at long last was enough to satisfy me for a lifetime. My eyes rolled back into my head as I feel his thrusts get deeper and closer together. He was close, and so was I.

I came with a loud scream, unable to control myself after waiting for so long. He smiled slightly as he continued to fuck me, obviously satisfied with his handiwork. He came soon after.

He removed himself from me and I slid up further onto the bed, my head now resting on silk pillows. My hair was stuck to my face thanks to my sweat and my breath was ragged. He joined me, crawling up onto the bed and laying on top of me, resting his head on my chest.

‘That was fun, huh?’ he declared.

‘Yeah,’ I sighed, ‘fun for you.’

His head snapped up. ‘You didn’t like it?’

‘I didn’t say that, now, did I? You weren’t the one getting teased the whole time, man,’ I retorted.

He chuckled and shook his head, placing it back down on my sweaty chest.

‘I really love you, Y/L/N. My everything,’ he said in a sing-song-y voice.

He breathed in a deep, cleansing breath and flipped off of me onto his back on the bed. After all, it was hot in there. I didn’t blame him for needing a second of space.

‘Well just so you know, Y/N, there are plenty of parts of you I like, too,’ he bargained. ‘Y’know, just in case you ever want to play again.’

I looked over at him, taking in his beauty. My breath hitched in my throat, as if I were seeing him for the first time again. Like I said, he had that effect on me.

‘I may have to take you up on that.’

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BYE okay lmao that was another attempt at spicy content. I hope you enjoyed, you horny bastards. Sending you all my love.

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Saying Goodbye

Tom Hiddleston x wife!reader oneshot

Your husband just finished filming season 2 of Loki, thus concluding his long journey as the God of Mischief, but as a stunt double for The Marvels, you’re stuck doing a reshoot on the night of the wrap party when all you want to do is be there for him.

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: After watching the Loki finale, as well as Tom’s interview on Jimmy Fallon, I guess I wrote this to process my own grief (and be a little self indulgent)…

When you walked into the wrap party, you spotted your husband immediately, talking to Ke Huy Quan across the room by the bar. Tom’s dyed black curls were slightly disheveled and he was gesturing wildly with his hands, clearly very passionate about whatever the topic of conversation was. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you watched him, until you were pulled from your thoughts by a familiar voice.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Owen Wilson greeted you, pulling you in for a hug. “Glad you could make it!”

“And just in time, evidently,” you added as you pulled out of the hug. “Is he doing any better?”

Owen shook his head and sighed. “He’s not doing any worse, I can say that much.”

The two of you walked over to Tom and Ke, and you slid your arm around Tom’s slender waist. “Sorry to interrupt,” you told them both.

Tom’s eyes lit up when he saw you. “Darling! You made it!” he said excitedly, standing up from his seat at the bar and quickly giving you a hug and kiss before addressing the entire room. “Y/n Hiddleston, everybody!” he shouted, pointing at you as if you were the big surprise guest for the night. Everyone played along and cheered while you waved bashfully at them all before turning back to Tom.

“How are you doing, my love?” you asked him, concerned, as you cupped his face in your hand.

“I’m wonderful,” he assured you. “Why?”

You glanced at Owen apprehensively. “Owen said you were sort of… spiraling.”

“What?” Tom looked at Owen confused. “You said I was spiraling?”

“You’ve been spiraling a little,” Owen said quietly from behind you. You and Ke proceeded to watch the two men bicker back and forth.

“I think I’d know if I was spiraling.”

“I mean, it’s a subtle spiral, but a spiral all the same.”

“Is there even such a thing as a subtle spiral?

“So you’re admitting that it’s not subtle. Good!”

“No, I’m saying there was no spiral to begin with.”

“Oh my god! If either of you say the word spiral one more time, I’m going to start spiraling,” you shouted abruptly.

“I promise you, darling, I’m fine. Really.” Tom attempted to reassure you as he pulled you close to him. You looked over your shoulder at Owen briefly who held up his hands in defeat.

“Alright,” you conceded, before turning to Ke. “I’m so sorry, Ke! I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”

“It’s okay,” Ke said cheerfully. “Tom was just telling me about how I shouldn’t get too attached to anything because everything ends eventually.” You and Owen both gave Tom a look.

Tom chuckled nervously and then clapped his hands together. “Shots anyone?” he asked, as he turned to the bartender. “Another round of Loki shots, please! And add one more for my beautiful wife!”

“No need,” Owen called after the bartender. “She can just have mine!”

“Oh no, I’m good. I’m driving,” you chimed in, shooting a glare at Owen.

“That’s fine. I’ll just have both of theirs,” Tom said nonchalantly.

You quickly stepped between Tom and the bar. “Hey, maybe we should forget the shots and have a little fun of our own at home.” You gave him a playful wink, hoping to distract him.

“But you just got here,” he protested. “Please, let’s stay for a while and celebrate the end!”

The way he said ‘celebrate the end’ sounded excited and happy, but you could tell it was forced. Still, it was his night tonight (though he would never accept it if you told him that), and you didn’t want to be the one to spoil it, so you obliged.

You, Tom, Owen, and the rest of the ‘Loki’ cast and crew spent the next couple of hours laughing, dancing, and sharing stories (most of which ended up being about Tom), and it seemed like maybe Tom was handling things better than you had originally thought. There was a moment when he reprised his rendition of ‘Very Full’ from the first season of the show, and you thought for a moment, during the slower part of the song, that he was finally letting his feelings to the surface, but as the song picked up again, so did his demeanor. It wasn’t until people started to say their goodbyes for the night, that you really began to see his happy exterior fade.

“I think it’s time to call it, boss,” Owen said to Tom as the last few cast members departed, leaving only the three of you along with a couple of closing staff in the venue rented out for the night’s festivities.

“I suppose so,” Tom agreed with a sad smile.

“We’re still on for lunch before your flight leaves tomorrow, right?” you asked Owen as he hugged you and Tom goodbye.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replied. And with that he left.

You then turned to your husband and held out your hand. “Come on, love. Let’s get you home.”

The two of you spent the car ride reliving the fun of the party, and were laughing as you walked in the front door of the house. As you set your purse down on the buffet in the foyer, Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled into your neck.

“Thank you for coming,” he said softly.

You placed your hands over his and swayed back and forth. “Of course, baby. But I want to ask you one more time…” You turned around to face him, putting one hand on his shoulder and the other gently cupped his face. “Are you alright? Because it’s perfectly okay to not be okay right now. You just closed a huge chapter of your life and no one expects you to just take it on the chin.”

As you said this, Tom’s eyes slowly welled up with tears as he finally let go of the mask he’d so tirelessly upheld all night. “I’ve said goodbye to Loki before, and I thought I could do it again” he began, his voice cracking slightly. “But it’s only that much harder now. He changed my life. He’s become such a deeply rooted part of me over the last 13 years. How am I expected to just move on from that?”

A tear fell down his cheek and you brushed it away with your thumb. “No one expects you to, sweetheart,” you replied in a soft, comforting tone. “You’re allowed to grieve.”

Tom squeezed his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall as he hugged you tight, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You held him there for a moment, stroking his hair while he quietly cried.

“But, Tom,” you continued, taking his face in both hands, lifting his head, and looking deep in his eyes. “Even if Loki’s on-screen journey is over, it doesn’t mean he’s gone. You said it yourself that he’s a part of you. Even if Kevin Feige never calls you up again— which, let’s be honest, is never out of the question at this point—” He let out a small chuckle. “As long as you’re around, so is he, and that’s because you put your heart and soul into that character, much like everything else that you do. It’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”

Tom smiled at you through his tears before leaning down to kiss you tenderly. When your lips finally parted he leaned his forehead against yours and sighed. “Thank you, love,” he whispered.

“No, thank you Tom,” you replied, tears forming in your own eyes now. “Thank you for giving us Loki.”

…

One year later:

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[deityoftherain]

canary wings and pronouns - Flower Husbands and Cherryblings Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: M/M, Gen

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,191

Summary: Scott and Jimmy are taking a break from server hopping, using their time to be affectionate and caring husbands to one another. Just as Scott finishes preening Jimmy's canary wings, the door bell rings...

This was written for @holymolyguacomole through the @mcytblr-fluff-exchange !

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“Do you think the stars are jealous of how pretty you are?” Jimmy asked, momentarily catching Scott off guard.

Scott tilted their head at the comment, the jewelry decorating their pointed ears making music like wind chimes with the movement. A warm fluttering grew in his chest as he gave Jimmy his most charming smile, eyes twinkling as he booped the end of Jimmy’s nose. “Darling, I am The Stars.”

“Well, yeah, but, I, well,” Jimmy’s face went beet red as he stammered, shaking out his yellow canary wings. To his credit, he did manage to recover after a moment or two. “You’re the most beautiful star I’ve ever seen.”

He couldn’t help but softened at Jimmy’s sincerity, finding him utterly endearing. Jimmy was a weak spot that Scott didn’t mind having, for the risks were worth it. Pulling their husband close, Scott rewarded the compliment with several tender kisses. They brushed their hand against Jimmy’s sensitive feathers, causing him to shiver at the sensation. 

“Scott!” Jimmy gasped suddenly, breaking the kiss. He buried his face into Scott’s shoulder, curling his wings close to his back. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Scott frowned, pulling his hand away from Jimmy’s wings. “Was it too much? I can stop.”

“No, I liked it, orchid,” Jimmy reassured him quickly, still keeping his head down. “I like it, I do. At least, I usually like it– you know I do– I just… well, it’s sore, like a pinching sore.” Scott gently guided Jimmy’s head up by his chin so that Jimmy was looking him in the eyes. “I know you prefer to preen with your cousins, but you can always ask me if they need extra maintenance or if someplace starts bothering you in between sessions.”

Jimmy hesitated, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I- I won’t protest if you want to take a look.”

“Good, because I want to.” Scott led his husband over to the couch before sitting down and gesturing for Jimmy to sit down in front of him. With his back to Scott, Jimmy spread out his wings, trusting Scott with the delicate feathers. 

“I just did it with Pearl the other day, so it shouldn’t be too bad.” And he was right, it wasn’t bad! Most of the feathers were in place, and none of them looked old and bent. Pearl must have done a good job, which didn’t surprise Scott. Her black crow wings were usually in fairly good shape. “I think I slept on my left wing wrong though. That’s the one that hurts the most.”

Scott took Jimmy’s direction, gaze wandering over to his left wing. They gingerly brushed their fingertips against the rows, not wanting to undo Pearl’s hard work, but still wanting to find what was bothering Jimmy. He only stopped when Jimmy hissed with pain, observing the area to identify the culprit. 

The quill of a broken feather stuck itself into the wing root where it shouldn’t be. It was difficult to spot at first because it was hidden behind Jimmy’s other feathers, but Scott managed to find it. Scott wrapped their hand around the golden yellow feather, ensuring they had a secure grip before sharply pulling it out.

Jimmy yelped loudly, followed quickly by a breath of shuttering relief. He rolled his left shoulder a few times before shaking out his wings so the feathers could settle nicely. “Good void, Scott, thank you. That feels so much better.”

Scott couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug at his success. “You’re welcome, sunflower.”

Before anything else could be said between them, the doorbell to their little cottage on The World Hub rang. Scott and Jimmy exchanged a confused look, both attempting to see if the other knew who that would be. Between participating on game servers and spending time on home servers, they liked to take some time to just be together. Most people didn’t go out of their way to bother them, often busy resting or doing other projects themselves, and, if they did, it was typically over their communicators. Scott couldn’t recall setting up a meet up, either.

The person must have grown impatient, because the doorbell soon started going off several times in rapid succession. Realization hit Scott and he rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who was at the door. “How much do you want to bet that it's Gem?”

“Ohhh!” Jimmy’s mouth gaped as he also came to the realization. “Yeah, no, it’s probably her, orchid. No deal. That would be a bad bet on my end.” Gem was one of the only people who interacted with doorbells like that and knew where their cottage was. It’s location wasn’t something they casually handed out to everyone. It was meant to be a place of rest, after all.

Lo and behold, when Scott opened the door, there Gem stood, braided red hair, signature overalls, and all. She was bouncing on her heels as she waited, but, as soon as the door opened wide enough, she practically jumped into Scott’s arms to give him a hug. “Scott! It’s been so long! Oh, hi Jimmy! Pearl says ‘hi’, by the way.”

“Hey Gem.” Jimmy used the couch to help get himself off of the floor before wandering toward the two of them. “Is Pearl not with you?” “No, she’s visiting Grian and Scar,” Gem informed them as she released herself from the hug, kicking the door closed behind her. “We’re dividing and conquering.”

Jimmy draped his arms over Scott’s shoulders, loosely hugging them from behind as Scott and Gem caught up. He must be feeling clingy, but Scott didn’t mind. He was more than okay with the close contact.

“Oh, so you’re not just here to see your big brother?” Scott teased, poking Gem’s side with one hand and placing their other hand on Jimmy’s. “And here I thought you just liked my company.”

“Ha! You wish,” Gem jested in return, but she soon dropped it. “But I did come for a reason. I have both a gift and an invite! The invite is for both of you.”

Jimmy lifted his head from where it settled against the crook of Scott’s neck, his interest perked. “What’s the invite for?”

“Pearl was lamenting about being between home servers and game servers, and we were both getting a little antsy hanging around The Hub,” Gem explained, gesturing with her hands as she talked, “so we thought we would invite our siblings and their partners for dinner and board games. We decided to ask in person as an excuse to leave the house, so that’s why she’s visiting Grian and Scar, and why I came here. Well, that's part of the reason why I came here, anyway. Are you two free Friday?” Jimmy glanced behind them at the calendar they had hanging on the wall nearby, still curling himself around Scott. “Uhh, yeah, we don’t have anything going on. Sounds fun.”

“Perfect, I’ll let her know.” And apparently she meant right then for she pulled out her communicator and got to typing away.

Meanwhile, Scott was curious about what was in her inventory bag. “You said you had a gift?” “Oh! Right, right, how could I forget?” Gem tucked her comm away before digging in her bag to presumably retrieve whatever the gift was. “We went to the market the other day near our house and a traveling brewist had set up shop. We hit it off well, and they offered me a discount on potions. I got some feminization potions for myself since I was running low, but I got some masculinization ones for you too.” The feminization and masculinization potions were designed to make small changes to one’s core code over time so as to not overwhelm the body and cause potential harm. Servers could make these changes quicker, just as they can with hybridity, but those effects were often temporary additions to one’s code, exclusive to that server. For example, Scott and Gem were elves in their core code, and sometimes elves on servers on Empires S1 (a home server), but Scott turned into some sort of mer-fae during Limited Life (a game server) and Gem donned deer features while on Hermitcraft S9 (another home server). As soon as Scott or Gem world hop to another server or back to The Hub, those additions to their code dissipate. 

Players were created with the expectation that they will grow and develop in ways unable to be predicted. That meant that the features a Player was given at the start didn’t always suit the Player as they gained experience and developed their unique personalities. To amend that, Players can, and often do, take potions (if temp code doesn’t become perma code on its own) to help modify their bodies to fit who they are now that they know better. Experimentation in presentation is highly encouraged, especially in the form of roleplay servers. Scott even knew some people who have changed or added hybridity to their permanent code after having the chance to live with it, though it is known to be painful if the server in question isn’t willing to fully give it to the Player that easily.

“The potions seem to be working well for you,” Gem observed, eyeing Scott up and down with her hands on her hips. “I remember your body being more curvy than it is. Now I’m the curvier one!”

“Yeah, isn’t it great? Trousers are fitting better on me now!” Scott grinned wide with pride at how his body appearance has changed. While he has always held himself with confidence, he felt much more comfortable in his body since he started going beyond a simple social transition. Scott barely noticed the dysphoria that used to be so debilitating! “And I’m not relying on layers as much anymore.”

“Me too!” Gem’s face lit up, green eyes sparkling with joy. “I wore a sundress the other day and it felt fantastic! A sundress, Scott! It was so wonderful. Seeing you now is weird, though. You’re starting to look more and more like me pre-transition.”

Scott made a face at that. “More like you’re looking like me pre-transition!”

“Nu-huh,” Gem disagreed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yuh-huh,” Scott responded just as maturely, sticking out his tongue at her.

The back and forth went on for about a minute before Gem flipped Scott off. Before Scott could react, Gem rushed to put the potions on a nearby table. Her back was turned to them, so she couldn’t see if Scott returned it or not– which everyone knows that if one didn’t see it, it didn’t happen.

“Wow, it’s almost like you two are siblings and have some of the same core code,” Jimmy cut into their immature banter, playfully sarcastic. “I never would have guessed you would have similar features to one another. Honestly, the thought never crossed my mind.”

“Smartass,” Scott accused lightheartedly, nipping his fingers with his slightly sharpened teeth when Gem wasn’t looking. If Gem saw, she would never let him hear the end of it. 

Jimmy’s breathing hitched for a moment before he retaliated by biting down on the crevice between Scott’s neck and shoulder. Scott’s body tensed as he tried to suppress the unholy noise building in his throat. Jimmy soothed the bite by peppering kisses against the mark.

“Jimothy,” Scott warned in a hushed voice, embarrassed about almost moaning when his sister was right there. Jimmy took the hint and let go just as Gem spun on her heel to face them once more.

“And that is my cue to leave,” Gem announced with a scrunched nose because void forbid Scott acted romantically with their husband. Scott wasn’t offended by her disgust, though. They knew that she was only doing her little sister duties and that they would do the same to her. Besides, he’s teased her more than his fair share about Pearl, so perhaps he deserved this. “I’ll give you two lovebirds some space, but I expect to see you Friday!”

“We’ll be there,” Scott promised, and Jimmy echoed his agreement. When Gem left, Scott turned to Jimmy with a flirty smirk. “Now, where were we, sunflower?” “Kisses and then cuddles on the couch?” Jimmy guessed, reaching out to rest his hands on Scott’s hips. His fingers slipped underneath Scott’s shirt, brushing against their sensitive torso. “Lots and lots of kisses?”

“Good birdie,” Scott praised him simply to see Jimmy’s face flush, scratching his nails in Jimmy’s blonde hair. A chirp squeaked in Jimmy’s throat as his hold on Scott’s torso tightened. Void, he’s adorable when he’s flustered. 

They leaned in to initiate the kiss and Jimmy eagerly met them in the middle. Their lips slotted together perfectly as their hands wandered the other’s body. They were well acquainted with one another and what they liked after years of marriage.

While Scott enjoyed world hopping and exploring new servers, some of their favorite memories came from times like this, time spent with his husband. These simple moments of bliss with Jimmy were very dear to his heart, and he never planned on letting them go.

[resowrites]

Bora Bora - oneshot.

Summary: Henry and his wife contend with an unwelcome guest on their honeymoon…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, implied smut, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2110

A/N: This was slightly rushed as I didn’t have much time, I’m also on a break from writing so the next post will be early May. Don’t worry, Henry and Ollie’s story will be concluded. Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up) and not in any way meant to reflect reality. As ever, let me know your thoughts - R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Bora Bora - oneshot.

A rising scream ripped through the room. By the time Henry's eyes had adjusted to the blackness, he could see his wife was out of bed and hopping from one foot to the other. "O-Ollie? What… what are you doing? Are you alright?" She began babbling a mile a minute. He fumbled for the lamp on the bedside table. The shock of light filling the villa caused them both to wince.

"It crawled across my shoulders! Where is it? WHERE IS IT?!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Come on, let's get back to sleep…" Henry made for the edge of the bed, leading her to cry out.

"No, don't! It's probably still in there!"

"What is? What are you talking about?!"

"The spider!" His eyes fell to their crumpled but otherwise empty bed.

"Darling you must have had a nightmare, come on, it's after three…" Henry motioned for her to lie down but instead, she began tentatively pulling back the covers. "What on earth are you doing now?"

"I'm not getting back into bed with that bloody thing—"

"Well I could say the same but luckily for you, I don't!" She grabbed her pillow and chucked it at him. Henry caught it midair and winged it back in her direction, though she'd already turned to run.

"Don't throw it at me! ARGHHHHHH GET IT AWAY!!!" The pillow hit her square on the backside, sending her soaring upwards. He was beside himself. "IS IT ON ME?! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!!!"

"Calm down, it was only a joke! I don't know where it is but shush otherwise the hotel manager's gunna be banging on our door!" She finally stood still, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Good, I can ask him to evict you, you'll be stranded on the fucking beach for the rest of the night!"

"Well that's fine by me, at least I'll be able to get some sleep!" But she'd already started stripping the bed in search of the offending creature.

"Why do you need to change the sheets?!"

"Cos I don't want to sleep where it's been crawling about, the sodding thing was the size of a golf ball!" Henry laughed.

"Well don't worry, I'm sure you've scared it and every other creature off this island…" She bolted upright.

"Wait a minute, they don't have poisonous spiders in Bora Bora do they?" She dropped the sheets gathered in her hands back onto the bed and started frantically checking her arms.

"No you muppet, besides I'm sure they'd have better taste…"

"What's that supposed to mean? And where are you off to?"

"I'm going for a Jimmy riddle…"

"No you're bloody not, you're not leaving me alone in here with it!" She came around the side of the bed and blocked his path to the bathroom.

"So I'm meant to keep watch the rest of the night am I? Lest my lady should be unable to sleep?" But she wasn't listening, instead, she'd returned to the top of the bed and was trying to heave the frame towards her. "Oh that's a good idea, the headboard won't keep slamming into the wall now. Our next-door neighbours will be pleased—"

"Shut up and help me, you idiot!"

"… What's my reward if I do?" Henry looked at her suggestively.

"Listen, you either start searching or I'm never having sex with you again." He sighed.

"Already? We've been married less than a week!"

"Then I suggest you stop gobbing off and help me look for it!"

"Ollie, I can't see it anywhere, the lucky bugger's managed to escape…"

"Well I won't get a wink of sleep until I know for sure—"

"Can I at least get back into bed?"

"No!"

"What do I do then?!"

"I dunno, go sleep on the veranda—"

"You're being ridiculous!"

"And you're being unhelpful, you know I don't like spiders and you won't even help me find it!" Henry sighed again and rubbed his eyes.

"Well you've already searched everywhere, where else do you want me to look, up my arse?!" But she was crouching on the floor, trying to see under the bed.

"OLLIE WHAT'S THAT?!" He'd leaned over and flung a balled-up sock at her shin. She shot up and shrieked so loud it was a wonder the fire alarm didn't go off.

"YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER SHIT!" Thoroughly fed up, she grabbed the glass of water off her bedside table and chucked its contents straight at Henry.

"What did you do that for?! I'm bloody soaked!" He coughed and spluttered as he tried to rub the water from his eyes. Henry then lunged forwards and swept her into a fireman's lift.

"What are you doing?! Put me down you twat!!!" Even from her upturned position, she could see he was heading for the veranda.

"Nope, you've got to conquer this fear, Ollie. And at the very least, a night outside with French Polynesia's wildlife will give you a greater appreciation for your already long-suffering husband…"

"Henry you put me down right now or I'll file for divorce!"

"Oh well, that'll make a dent in my bank account now but in the long run, I'm sure it'll work out cheaper…" Henry came to a halt and unceremoniously dumped her back on the bed. The spider not forgotten, however, she bolted off it.

"Don't put me on the bloody bed!" He chuckled as he went to fetch a towel from the bathroom.

"Don't do this, don't do that, God what is it about marriage that turns women into such bloody nags?"

"Well for all we know the room's infested!"

"Oh God, how much seawater did you swallow yesterday?!"

"Henry, this isn't funny—"

"Ollie, the only pest I can see is the one in front of me, now let's get to bed it's late and we've probably woken up the whole of the South Pacific—" Henry was then interrupted by a loud knock. They looked at each other like two schoolchildren caught smoking during break time. He made his way to the door and opened it a fraction of an inch. "Oh, hi. Yeah, no, everything's fine. My wife just fell out of bed," she wanted to throttle him. "I'm really sorry. Yeah, no you'll have no more noise out of us. Okay, great, goodnight." When Henry closed the door and made eye contact with her again, they both burst out laughing. "Trust you to get us in trouble with the bloody management, if we get thrown out of this place it'll be your bloody fault!"

"Me?! You were the one threatening to dump me on the veranda at twenty past three in the morning. And how dare you tell the hotel manager I'm a clutz!"

"Are you kidding me?! Have you forgotten that on our first day here, you walked right into the sliding doors?"

"You promised you wouldn't keep bringing that up!"

"Well anyway, you were the one who threw water at me, even though it was you who woke me up—"

"Well it's not my fault a spider got in here, you're the one who keeps leaving the sliding doors open!"

"Oh excuse me for wanting to enjoy our ocean view rather than sitting in here listening to the ramblings of a madwoman!"

"How am I the mad one when you don't like spiders either? God help us if it had crawled over you instead, all hell would have broken loose!"

"Is that right?!"

"Yeah, you'd probably have requested another room—"

"Well carry on and I will!"

"Fine, you can leave right now, I wouldn't want you to sleep in and miss making a pig of yourself at breakfast again - two hours you had to lie down for afterward!"

"Well you wouldn't rub my belly! I hope that's not a preview of how you're going to treat me in our sunset years—"

"Oh and before you go, check the doors to make sure they're actually shut, or God knows what's going to find its way into our room next." He smirked at her exasperated look but otherwise did as he was told.

"… Wow."

What is it?"

"Come here…"

"Why?"

"Just come here!" She'd already plonked herself down on the bed exhausted and groaned as she got back up again.

"What?" Henry wrapped his arm around her and pointed up at the full, very large moon. For a moment, all she could do was look on in awe. "It's beautiful…"

"Just like you." They both smiled and shared a kiss. He then pushed back the sliding doors so he could lead them both onto the veranda. Once they were outside, he hugged her close to his chest, her head resting in the middle of it while they watched the waves lapping at the shore. Other than the rush of water and a steady hum of insects, the night was calm.

"Thank you for bringing me here…" Henry beamed down at her.

"And thank you for being here with me, there's not a single thing I'd change… well, spider's notwithstanding." She ignored his cheeky grin. "You're not cold, are you?"

"No, I'm fine. It's still pretty mild out." They stood silently, wrapped in each other's arms. She then felt something brush along the top of her arm and couldn't help but cry out. Henry had lightly traced her skin with the tips of his fingers and was bent over laughing. "Oh my God, you tool!"

"What?! Don't have a go at me, I can't help it if you felt the sea breeze!" She gave an annoyed huff.

"I can't believe I agreed to marry you…"

"I know, it feels good though, doesn't it?" She softened.

"Mm-hmm and we had a beautiful wedding, even if you did shove cake in my face…"

"I wanted you to check whether it had gone off! Anyway, what about what you said before we started reciting our vows?"

"What did I say?"

"I asked quietly if you were crying and you said no, they weren't tears you were just allergic to me!" She snorted.

"Well the minister found it funny… and I wasn't expecting to get so emotional! It's weird, I didn't think it was that big a deal but when we were standing there together…" He smiled as she trailed off. "Anyway, it's a bit rich to suggest I embarrassed you after that speech your brother gave." Henry bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

"Why, what was wrong with it?"

"No, you're right, what's wrong with telling a large group of our family and closest friends that he hoped no one had left their coats on our bed, what with walking in on us making out on everyone's stuff in the guest room at your parents house two Christmases back?"

"Aww he was just retelling a heartfelt moment—"

"It wasn't so heartfelt when he then said he recognised a couple of the jackets people had on!" He snickered.

"Well, what can I say?! You married a Cavill…"

"Oh God, I did, didn't I?"

"… Thank you though."

"The honour's all mine. Even though you let me be terrorised by a spider…" Henry tutted.

"Well you had no problem snorkelling with me the other day! How is a spider any scarier than jellyfish?" Her head snapped upwards.

"What do you mean? There wasn't any jellyfish was there?!" He broke down giggling and she thwacked his chest. "You're so bloody mean! I'm not meant to be this scared out of my wits on our honeymoon!" Henry tilted her chin so they were face to face.

"Listen, so long as I'm by your side, you'll always be protected. Alright?"

"… Do you mean it?"

"Of course! I took a vow to do so for the rest of my life. No matter how much of a big baby you are…" She rolled her eyes and sauntered back towards the bedroom. Just as she stepped inside, she spun around and quickly slid the doors closed. He rushed forwards.

"Hey! Let me back in!" Henry tried to bang on the glass as quietly as possible.

"Apologise and I'll consider it…"

"Apologise for what?!"

"You know what bloody for!"

"… Fine. Your reaction towards a small, nonvenomous insect was completely proportionate—"

"Henry, I will leave you out there all night—"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, now will you please let me back inside?" She didn't wish to did so anyway, figuring that he'd only be a bigger nuisance outside than in. But she soon found herself being dragged back onto the veranda and lifted onto his shoulders once more.

"Henry, don't you dare throw me in the hot tub!"

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[hatelangdon]

Tearsdior Masterlist 💫*ੈ✩‧₊˚

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ A compiled list of all my series, drabbles, & oneshots Started on 10-02-2023

Tate Langdon

Modern! Post Death! Tate Headcanons

Pegging Tate Langdon

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Kit Walker

Fragile - Angst

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Kyle Spencer

Sick!FrankenKyle pt 1 , pt 2, pt 3

Unsaid (Pre Death Kyle opens up about his trauma)

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Jimmy Darling

Nothing Yet

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

James Patrick March

Nothing Yet

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Colin Zabel

Nothing yet

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

"The Evans" - this is mostly just reactions and Drabble posts about all the characters

Nothing Yet

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

[emeritus-fuckers]

I’m LIVING for the Jim DeFroque posts. Could we get more dark Yandere Jim DeFroque stuff? 👁️👁️ this blog is amazing 💗

I'm glad people like our Jimmy posts, I always knew the fandom needed someone to write something with him. And thank you, you're amazing as well, I hope you get crice'd one day ♡- Jez

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque (oneshot/drabble)

"It's alright now, darling. It's over. You made Jesus very happy." He hushed your sobs, holding you close. You clinged to him, your naked form covered in sweat and his cum, tears falling from your eyes. "There's no need to cry. You did very well."

You didn't even know why you were crying. It just felt like you needed to, even if it didn't make sense at all. You felt bad for crying, you really did. After all, everything he did to you was to make God happy, to keep you innocent and safe from sin. And you thanked him by having a mental breakdown?

"I'm sorry..." You whimpered out, hiding your face in his shoulder as he chuckled softly, stroking the back of your head and gently patting your butt to get you to calm down. He found it adorable, how no matter what he did to you, you'd always end up crawling to him and begging for forgiveness because of how you reacted. Even if it was completely reasonable, considering how he pushed your limits over and over just for his own satisfaction. "I keep ruining everything for you... I'm so sorry, father..."

"There, there... There, there..." He comforted you, trying his best not to laugh at how adorable you were. Such a little sweetheart, believing every word he says, no matter what. It was why he adored you so much. Because of your faith, both in God and in preacher. Because you were so willing to trust him, to seek his guidance. "You have nothing to worry about, my sweet... God sees your tears. He understands that you're scared. And He accepts your apologies. This is why He sent me to you, my dear. So I could offer you His salvation."

You just nodded along to his words, trying not to squirm as his comforting touches soon turned to him groping you once again. Slowly but surely, the comfort he would offer in times of doubt would once again turn into him convincing you to do whatever he wanted. He'd insist that God wanted him to touch you. That God wanted you to give yourself to him, to offer him your body.

And you did. You gave him everything you had. And that made him so, so happy. You were making father DeFroque happy, you were making Jesus happy, you were making God happy.

It's too bad you weren't happy with all you had to give to him.

[mysteriousmoss]

So I’m writing a thing after awhile of not writing shit cause MOTIVATION is nowhere to be seen and long fics are hard.

Anyways here’s a small piece of the oneshot I’m making.

Yes it’s Team Ranchers

“Dear, darling, happy feet, rancher, love of my life. Where is my hoodie? And 80% of my closet.”

It’s Tango to Jimmy.

ALSO ADHD JIMMY IS IN THIS ONESHOT AND HES A GREMLIN

Oh and slight redo of my Tumblr account and username. Instead of Ravio or my other preferred names(only friends and mutuals are really allowed to call me that now) call me Moss.

[my-own-walker]

summary: the uh…sm*t for this post. I’ve seriously never done this before. it may suck. using this as a challenge for myself as a writer 😅

warnings: smut, ya know, alla that stuff

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It was almost in an instant that small kisses led to more and more passionate ones. His breath became heavy and uneven as he repositioned himself to face me better. I crawled onto his lap.

I was straddling his legs, my body facing his, leaving my chest at his eye level. I held his face with both hands and continued kissing him, so as to say 'Don't stop.'

With his face below mine I felt I had more control. So much so that when his hands reached to pull my shirt over my head, I didn't object. He discarded it sloppily behind me and separated his mouth from mine.

‘Okay?’ he asked. I nodded and giggled.

I looked down into his deep brown eyes for a moment. His gaze met mine and he laughed. His grin made my insides melt. Ragged breaths fell out of both of our mouths as we looked into each other’s eyes. I was entranced by his beauty. It wasn’t long before I needed to taste more. And it seemed that he agreed.

Before I knew it we were making out again. I ran my hands through his curly hair and pulled. Just enough tension without hurting him. An old trick I learned some time ago. He let out a gentle moan and turned his attention to my neck, peppering kisses all the way down to my chest.

The feeling of his lips on my breasts gave me goosebumps. He was mindful of keeping things respectful. As soon as his hands reached to unhook my bra, he stopped.

Instead, he pulled away and I whined. He began fumbling with the hem of his own shirt, trying to get it off. He was shaking.

‘Gotta keep things fair,’ he quipped.

I looked down grabbed the bottom hem, pulling his shirt over his head and pushing him into a laying position on the bed.

But he quickly began to make his way on top of me, kissing me down my arms and stomach in the process, gently maneuvering me onto my back. He needed control, and I was willing to give him that.

‘You are so fucking beautiful,' he breathed as he looked down at my form.

I wasn’t even naked but I suddenly felt it. His undivided attention was on my body. It was too much to bear.

‘Shut up and fuck me,’ I laughed. I have no idea where that came from, by the way. Probably the tequila.

‘Don’t mind if I do,’ he whispered. So intensely it was almost a growl.

His hands practically flew down to the button of his pants. I started to do the same and he put his hands over mine.

‘No. I’ll do it,’ he breathed.

After tugging his own pants off in one smooth motion, he returned his hands to my body, feeling for the waistband of my skirt. Man I picked the wrong day to wear tights.

He tugged both layers off me, leaving me in my bra and underwear. He stopped to admire me once again. Thank god I picked a matching set tonight. He ran his fingers over my soft stomach, making me tremble. I sat up slightly to meet his mouth, kissing him more passionately than before.

After his shaky hands struggled to get my bra unhooked, he let me help him. Before I knew it my underwear was across the room and his head was positioned between my legs.

He looked up shyly. ‘Okay?’ he asked.

‘Yes. Please,’ I panted.

His lips first made contact with my inner thigh. Warmth immediately spread within my core. I hadn’t felt this way in a while.

His tongue met my inside and it was over. I forgot about everything but the feeling of his tongue on me. His skin on my skin. The rest of the world disappeared.

A feeling unlike anything else grew inside me. It started slowly and gradually became more intense. I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. He separated his mouth from me and replaced his tongue with his fingers. I was powerless to his touch.

‘Please don’t stop’ I managed. So he thrust his fingers in harder. Another uncontrollable moan escaped my lips. Then another.

‘Don’t come yet, baby. Not yet,’ he said, removing his fingers from me.

It was then I noticed his uh- rather big- erection. Resting his weight on both his hands on either side of me, he positioned himself to enter me.

Even though I was expecting it, I jumped at the contact. The entrance.

‘Okay?’ he confirmed once again.

I nodded feverishly. I bucked my hips and moaned, feeling the full length of him inside me. I screwed my eyes shut and moaned again. He began to thrust, slowly at first.

When I opened my eyes, there he was. In all his beauty. I couldn’t help but grab him by his neck and force him to kiss me. He didn’t object, moaning loudly into my mouth.

His thrusting became faster and more primal, more grunts escaped his lips. My moans became louder as well. But then he was gone. He pulled out just before we could both come. Cheeky fucking bastard.

‘Get on top?’ he suggested.

With that, I pushed him down onto his back. Rather rougher than I expected, to be honest. I placed my palms on his shoulders and slid his cock into me. His warmth re-entering my core.

He whined. His hands gripping my hips tightly as I began to maneuver myself on top of him. I moved my right hand to his hair, pulling it ever so slightly.

There was nothing like this. With a final, animalistic moan, I came. Not soon after, so did he.

I tore myself away from him. Panting and exhausted. Our ragged breaths filled the room. We laid side by side. In mutual bliss. Catching our breath.

Evan sat up next to me, looking at my face and smiling. I laughed. How the fuck did that just happen? I thought.

‘You really are so fucking pretty,’ he stated, putting a hand over his mouth. He flopped down dramatically and sighed. ‘So beautiful.’

‘Hey, you’re not too bad yourself,’ I replied, coyly.

‘Oh get the fuck over here,’ he laughed, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me into him. I rested my head on his chest and continued to breathe heavily. We laid in silence.

I stayed awake, listening to his breathing even out. It was entrancing. I was too wired to possibly sleep.

‘Wanna go again?’ he asked, startling me.

‘Fuck, I thought you were asleep’ I laughed.

‘Is that a no…or-‘ he was promptly silenced by my lips meeting his.

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All I can say is I promise I’ve had sex, LMAO. Despite what my writing suggests, I know what sex is, I just can’t describe it well haha. Plus, I’m a fucking prude. This was way out of my comfort zone. I hope you all found SOME enjoyment in this. Definitely won’t be quitting my day job. Only up from here, I guess…

[v-love]

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Too Cute <3 — Alex [Adult World] x gn! reader

summary: Just some workplace fluff with Alex <;3

tw: none

a/n: Prompts are highlighted and from here.

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Another day, another shift. Something the world doesn’t talk about enough is what happens when you try, and fail. All my life, I wanted a good job with decent pay, I tried my hardest in highschool, and even graduated college! Yet all that hard work seemed to be down the drain. I made connections, I applied to jobs, and it was always “Thank you for applying, but you’re not what we’re looking for”. It was even like that for entry level jobs! And I had previous experience! It was infuriating. If I didn’t get money soon, I’d be out on the streets.

Which led me to my current prediction. I worked at a porn shop. Which wasn’t as terrible as it sounds. Yeah, some of the customers were weird, but at least your coworker and manager, Alex, was there to make you forget that you were technically even working. With good pay, and a good environment, I suppose I didn’t have much to complain about. Yeah, it was embarrassing to tell people where I worked, and I tried to avoid the topic, but like I said, the pay was good. I suppose only having to pay two workers meant you could treat them better.

I let out a sigh of boredom as I scrolled through my social media. My head darted up at the sound of a door opening, smiling softly as a familiar man with fluffy brown hair came out of the back room. Alex was carrying a box and set it on the ground with a huff. Must be new videos that came in. 

“Want any help?” I asked, not wanting to sit around while he does all the work. 

Alex pretended to think for a second before saying, “Youuuuuu could clean the bathroom before we close.”

I frowned, staring at him with pleading eyes, but his puppy dog eyes were more powerful and I spoke without thinking, “You’re lucky that you’re cute.”

I got up from my stool and put my phone in my pocket, but before I could make my way to the closet Alex replied, “Wait, you think I’m cute?” 

I felt myself freeze, not even realizing that I said that outloud. I bit my lip, trying to think of a way I could play this cool. Glancing back at him, I tried to give him the most natural smile I could muster.

“Yeah, who wouldn’t?” I asked with a shrug, continuing to the closet to grab the cleaning supplies. As I cleaned the bathroom, I was internally screaming at myself. Did I just make things weird? I mean yeah, we’re friends, but he’s also my manager. I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm myself down. I’ll just act like nothing happened, and maybe everything will be fine. Yeah, that’s totally what’s going to happen. 

It took me a bit to clean the bathroom. I tried to ignore the nausea that filled me at every unsanitary thing I had to clean. I forgot all about the little predicament that happened before. The need to leave that bathroom was the only thing filling my mind. I took in a deep breath as I exited the bathroom, Alex counting the register came into view. 

“I can’t believe you made me do that,” I groaned, acting like I didn’t do that every close shift. 

“You’ll live,” Alex laughed lightly, taking a glance at me before finishing the count. I tossed the bucket, gloves, and cleaning supplies back into the closet. 

“I suppose it isn’t that bad here,” I said, locking the front door. I turned back to face Alex as he put the deposit into an envelope. 

“It’s better with you here,” He replied nonchalantly, sending me one of his heart warming smiles. I felt myself warm at the sentiment and I smiled sheepishly back. “C’mon, let's get out of here.”

This may not be the life I envisioned, but you know what? It’s really not that bad.

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Born in Flames |

Tate Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 1,012

synopsis: Can the devil himself find comfort in simple things? Or does he crave something more cynical..

We are born alone and we die alone, but what happens after?

The raindrops were flowing down the car window as houses passed me by in a frenzy of color. My parent’s car pulls at a stop next to the shiny black gates of the famous “Murder House.” The new residence of the Harmon family, the perfect home to start over.

“Alright girls, why don’t you head inside and pick out your bedrooms.” Says Vivian as she starts to gather her belongings.

The wooden floors creaked as Violet and I stepped through the threshold of the mansion. Walking up the grand staircase was like descending into the unknown yet familiar abyss. The smell of vinegar was overpowering to say the least, in an attempt to get away from it I stepped into the first room I could find.

It was a bedroom with cerulean colored walls, two windows next to each other and arcs decorating the ceiling. The room reminded me of my childhood, before my parent’s murder that is.

In 1994 both of my parents got invited to speak at a local high school. I was two years old when I received the news of my parents death. Turns out the day that they were visiting the school, some kid decided to play god. He shot and killed fifteen people that day, two of them being my parents.

Since Vivan knew my parents, she offered to adopt me. After a long plane ride from California to Massachusetts I finally met my step sister, Violet. During our childhood Vi and I got along quite well, but as high school came around we drifted apart.

Now because of Ben I was standing in a house a few blocks away from my family home. Finding out that you are moving to Los Angeles sounds like a dream right? Wrong, it felt more like a waking nightmare, but both Ben and Vivian were sure that this was the place to be.

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“So, is this the room that you picked?” Questions Violet as she enters the azule bedroom.

“Um yeah I guess so.. it has a nice atmosphere.” I answer while giving the room one last look.

After our short exchange both Violet and I head back downstairs to help our parents with the boxes. The movers arrived shortly after to move in our furniture and the heavier items. Overall the day seemed to be going quite well, peaceful even. That is until one of our neighbors decided to pay us an unexpected visit.

Turns out that said neighbour was a middle aged woman who lived in the house next to ours. She spent most of her visit talking to Vivian, but of course after a while she came around to greet the entire family. After a quick “hello” in Ben’s direction and a brisk conversation with Violet, it was my turn to meet the blonde woman.

“Saving the best for last I see… you must be YN. I’m Constance, I live next door.” Said the blonde as she made her way to where I was standing.

“Yes ma’am that’s me, it’s lovely to meet you.” I tried my best to sound as genuine as possible, but it was hard to deny that Constance gave me the creeps. Something about her just didn’t sit right with me.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes… and so well mannered.” Said Constance as she studied me for a few more moments before moving on. By the time she said her goodbyes to Ben and Vivian, I was already heading up the grand staircase.

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After a few more hours of unpacking, it was time to head off to bed. I grabbed my pajamas along with some hygiene products and headed off to the bathroom.

The cold water felt so refreshing against my flushed face, the LA heat was definitely no joke. As I continued splashing my face with the cooling liquid, I swear I felt a sudden gust of wind hit my bare legs.

Not bothering to wipe my face with the towel, I moved closer to the air conditioning duct. No matter how close my hand was to the vent, I couldn’t feel any of the frigid air from before. After a while I decided to forget about the incident and try to get some sleep.

My first night in the famous “Murder House” went by quickly and rather peacefully. For the first time in months I could truly say that I got a good night's rest. This was the first night in a long time that I didn’t have any nightmares, it felt as if someone scared them away.

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The following morning went by in a blurry haze, and before I knew it the time on the clock read four pm. I decided to head downstairs and make myself some chamomile tea. As I was waiting for the tea kettle I heard a light knock on the front door. When I opened it I was expecting to see Constance or maybe the mailman, however both of those guesses were wrong.

It was a boy around my age, if not a bit older, he had blonde curly hair and wore a 90’s style outfit.

“Hello, I’m Tate. I uh live next door.”

“I’m YN, come on in.” I responded as I moved out of the way so that he could get in the house.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Tate commented on the decorations and furniture we put up the day prior.

“Oh um thanks, not to be rude but did you need something?” I questioned as the blonde looked at the picture frames hanging on the walls.

“Yeah actually here to see Ben Harmon.”

“You’re a patient of his?” I asked as my curiosity got the best of me.

Before Tate could answer, Ben came out of his office and introduced himself to the blonde. After a few minutes of small talk, Ben guided Tate towards the office and just like that both of them disappeared behind the closed doors.

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PS. Im going to be taking a break soon but I will be back here in a few weeks. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3

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