#like till the paint peels off the walls

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There are no words to explain how bad I want Joel Miller to wreck me

F u c k

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pairing: charles leclerc x sm admin!reader

summary: an unofficial fan account gets a little unhinged until it doesn’t…

a/n: well I was planning out a different piece and this one formed like completely done in my head so…

a/n2: also this picture of charles is just fucking godlike 👌🏻👌🏻

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari: and so the season starts!!

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user1: this is gonna be our year! I can feel it

↳user2: Forza Ferrari Sempre!🏎️🏎️

↳user1: Forza Ferrari Sempre! ❤️

charles_leclerc: 😁 it’s good to be back!

↳user3: WDC incoming! All the signs point to it! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳charles_leclerc: Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳user3: omg I’m gonna faint! 🥳🥰😊

user4: god could they look any hotter???

↳user5: I know right??? Like leave a little for the rest of us!

↳user6: 🕰️ timing it till cl16wife gets here…

↳user7: I was just about to say the same thing 😆

↳cl16wife: I felt a disturbance in the force and I came running

↳cl16wife: holy shit I’m wet

↳cl16wife: just give me one chance I’ll give you head so good it’ll change your life 🥵🥵

↳user6: 🤣 you need to keep it pg

↳user8: girlie you need to get a life

↳cl16wife: I have one and I’ve decided to devote it to being on my knees for the hottest man ever

carlossainz55: it’s great to be back!

↳landonorris: don’t sound so happy you muppet! We were supposed to go golfing this weekend!

↳carlossainz55: Ferrari first!

↳landonorris: then me right?

↳carlossainz55: no

↳landonorris: what!!

↳carlossainz55: you rank about 10th

↳landonorris: WHAT!!

↳user9: I’ll put you first!

↳landonorris: I’m good with 10th

cl16wife: god please just give me one chance 🙏🙏

↳user10: girl I think he might give you a restraining order

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cl16wife: my man being a whore on main…🤤🥵

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user11: girl… I see the vision

user12: this is disgusting behavior. Just because he’s an athlete doesn’t mean you have the right to objectify him

↳cl16wife: you’re the one who followed me and this has been the type of content on my page for years. Leave or shut up

user13: I knew as soon as I saw his photo dump cl16wife would be there

↳cl16wife: my man be looking fine as fuck lately. Of course I’m gonna be there

cl16wife: doggy, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, cuddlefuck, side fuck, mating press, 69, upside down, full nelson, pile driver, one leg up, tied up, in the shower, in the kitchen, on the floor, on the wall, on the couch, in the garden, on the grass, in a car, till the mattress is wrung out and soggy, till he molds it to the shape of his dick, till my throat needs stitches, till my hips are dislocated, till my pelvis snaps, till my jaw is locked, till my body is numb, till the wall paint is peeling off, till he’s shooting blanks, till the house falls apart

↳user14: I’ve got something for you!

↳cl16wife: yeah?

↳user14: it’s a bible and a restraining order Jesus Christ

↳cl16wife: sorry only accepting Charles Leclerc as a gift!

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari: and that’s how you do it! March and April were made to be Ferrari red! 5 Ferrari 1-2 wins and our Charles Leclerc is leading the championship battle with Carlos Sainz in a close second! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

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user15: I TOLD YOU! ITS OUR YEAR

↳user16: god I don’t want to get my hopes up yet but please please please 🙏🙏🙏

↳user17: I know we as Tifosi are delulu to the extreme but I think it’s finally gonna go our way! 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽

charles_leclerc: ☺️ the world looks good from the top step

↳cl16wife: you look good on top 🥵🥵

↳user20: not on his thread girl

↳user21: boundaries! Are! Important!

↳scuderiaferrari:…👀👀👀

↳scuderiaferrari: anyway! Congratulations Charles! Our il predestinato! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳charles_leclerc: Forza Ferrari Sempre!

user18: is this what Red Bull fans felt like last year?

↳user19: yes. Yes it is — I don’t really like for the fact we aren’t winning this year but I guess if it hadn’t be someone leclerc is an alright option

↳user18: you can show some more enthusiasm you know — even max is proud of Charles! You should see his face when he goes to congratulate Charles

↳user19:… I guess

carlossainz55: great start!! Let’s keep the momentum up

↳scuderiaferrari: couldn’t have put it better myself chili 🌶️!!

↳scuderiaferrari: proud of both our boys up there on those podiums! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳carlossainz55: Forza Ferrari Sempre!

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scuderiaferrari: heading into summer break with a commanding lead! Our il predestinato has a commanding lead with Carlos coming in strong at 2nd! We’ll be back in August just as strong!

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user22: I’m literally on my knees asking for a boring second half of the season

↳user23: no but for real. Let’s do a couple dozen laps of no crashes and no over takes

↳user22: 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

cl16wife: I am literally on my hands and knees for this man holy god

↳user24: I am literally spraying you with a water bottle

↳cl16wife: leave me alone! I’m just a girl

↳user24: you’re totally not

↳cl16wife: 🥲😭😢

charles_leclerc: you flatter me 🥰

↳user25: you’ve got this Charles!! WDC incoming!!

↳user26: our il predestinato!!

↳user27: woohoo!! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳maxverstappen1: congrats Charles

↳charles_leclerc: merci!

↳maxverstappen1: don’t get used to it however. I’m gonna make you work for it in August

↳charles_leclerc: like you did in the first half?

↳maxverstappen1: 😑

carlossainz55: we look good in 1-2!

↳charles_leclerc: we do! We’ll just have to keep doing it!

↳carlossainz55: ¡Absolutamente!

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user28: and when I say something controversial?

↳user29: I’m sat. I’m listening.

↳user28: I think it’s Charles Leclerc and cl16wife

↳user29: what???

↳user28: ok no but listen

↳user28: whoever is that fan account has been relentlessly flirting and thirsting over Charles on his own page AND ON the official Ferrari page

↳user28: they are legitimately the first or second to like the new posts and comment on them

↳user28: and they haven’t been reported yet! Ferrari reports people fast for that kind of behavior on the official account

↳user28: but cl16wife? They back off at like the exact right time so that they don’t get caught

↳user28: so not only do I think it’s Charles and the fan account — I think the fan account and the official account are run by the same person

↳user29:…

↳user29: ok let’s get you back to bed now

↳user29: NURSE! She’s out again!

↳user28: just wait and see. I know I’m right

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charles_leclerc: break time means boat time ☺️

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user30: hot hot hot 🥵

↳user31: yes yes he’s hot BUT WHAT ABOUT THOSE 3RD AND 4TH PHOTOS?!????

↳user31: THAT IS A WOMENS HAND

user32: Charles!! Explain! Yourself!!!

↳user33: since when does he have a girlfriend????

↳user32: THATS WHAT WE ALL WANT TO KNOW!!!

arthur_leclerc: without your favorite brother?

↳charles_leclerc: Enzo was busy?

↳arthur_leclerc: the betrayal…

↳charles_leclerc: 🤷🏼‍♂️

user34: ok but where is cl16wife?? That’s 2 shirtless photos of Charles and she’s been quiet

↳user35: right? She’s usually the first to like and comment

↳user28: I TOLD YOU!!

↳user29: oh my god you’ve escaped containment. Let it go

↳user28: CHARLES IS DATING CL16WIFE

↳user29: 🤦

user36: ok but he knows what he’s doing…that little smiley face at the end??? Such a cunty move

↳user37: right? Drops a photo dump with some SHIRTLESS photos and a new GIRLDFRIEND?? And just leaves us with a demure little emoji…

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cl16wife: CHARLES LECLERC IS YOUR WORLD CHAMPION! IL PREDESTINATO HAS DONE IT!!

CARLOS SAINZ IS YOUR VICE CHAMPION!

FERRARI IS THE CONSTRUCTORS CHAMPION!

What an amazing season this has been! Congrats again to Charles and Carlos!

FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE!!

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user38: OH! MY! GOD!!

↳user39: YOU’RE THE FERRARI ADMIN

↳user28: I FUCKING TOLD YOU BITCHES

↳user40: oh my good I can’t believe you’re right

user41: plot twist of the fucking century

↳user42: am I drunk? Like did I imbue something somehow???

charles_leclerc: chérie cl16wife

↳cl16wife: yes?

↳cl16wife: oh shit

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cl16wife: lol i knew wag life would suit me better anyway ��😂

Btw he’s MINE SO WATCH YOURSELVES

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charles_leclerc: awwww 🥰🥰🥰 chérie…any life where you’re by my side suit you

charles_leclerc: and you’re mine too

charles_leclerc: and you made a lot of promises this season🧎🧎 …

↳cl16wife: literally sprinting to you right now 🤤🥵

[fratttymatty]

Bro, It's Haunted

(All characters are 18+)

It was the perfect night for a paranormal investigation. The kind of night when a full moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows on dilapidated buildings, and the air was thick with the smell of old dust and mystery. A group of nine friends—paranormal investigators and self-proclaimed nerds—had been itching for their latest adventure. They weren’t just any nerdy crew; they were a tight-knit group of gay, liberal, and openly eccentric thirty-year-olds. They had faced haunted dolls, cursed objects, and even poltergeists. But tonight’s location was a bit… different.

The Alpha Sigma Pi frat house, once the pride of their small college town, had been abandoned for years. No one had lived there in at least a decade, and rumors about the place circulated like wildfire. No one dared go near it anymore—except for the team, of course.

The nine of them gathered in the parking lot, adjusting their equipment and checking the cameras on their phones. There was Nate, the confident team leader with a deep love for horror movies and a perpetual dark hoodie; Jesse, the sarcastic and dry-witted one, constantly cracking jokes but deeply sentimental when it counted; Finn, the tech genius who could hack anything and had a fascination with all things supernatural; Liam, the sensitive one, who was always the first to believe in things like ghosts and spirits; Ollie, the curious but quiet skeptic who had a soft spot for astrology; and then there was the rest of the crew—Emory, Miles, Theo, and Xavier—each one an essential part of the quirky, nerdy ensemble.

They stood in front of the house, which loomed like a forgotten monument to a time long past. The windows were boarded up, the paint peeling, and a thick fog curled around the crumbling structure.

“Alright, so the legends say this place is haunted by the spirits of the worst kind of frat boys—those who never grew up and are stuck in the 'glory days' of their youth,” Finn said, adjusting the strap on his backpack, filled with ghost-hunting equipment.

“Yikes,” Liam muttered. “Not looking forward to meeting that kind of energy.”

"Eh, at least we won’t have to deal with them 'till we're dead and rotting," Ollie quipped, eyes scanning the dark silhouette of the house.

The team filed into the front door, which creaked open easily, as if welcoming them in. The inside of the house was just as abandoned as it looked on the outside—empty beer cans, broken furniture, and posters of former college athletes lined the walls. It smelled like stale alcohol and faded memories.

“This place is definitely haunted,” Jesse muttered under his breath, looking around. "Either that, or these are the vibes of my worst nightmare."

“Let’s get to work,” Nate said, trying to focus the team. “We’ll split up. Emory, you and I will check the basement. Theo, Jesse, check the upper floors. Finn, Liam, and Xavier, you’re with me on the ground level. Ollie, you’re on monitoring. Keep an eye on the cameras.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and the investigation began. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. They set up their cameras, EVP recorders, and motion sensors. Every now and then, a strange creak echoed through the house, but that was hardly enough to draw anyone’s attention—until it started happening.

The first person to notice was Theo. He stood frozen in the hallway, staring at an old photograph hanging crookedly on the wall.

“Uh, guys,” he said slowly, “this picture looks weird.”

The photograph was of a group of young men, all smiling proudly in front of the house. But as Theo looked closer, the faces seemed to shift, almost imperceptibly, until the men no longer looked like their college-aged selves.

"Did… did those guys just move?" Theo whispered, voice quivering slightly.

Finn rushed over, but by the time he reached the wall, the image was still and normal. Nothing had changed.

“Bro, you good?” Jesse asked, clearly trying to joke, but something in his tone felt off. “Just a picture. Maybe you’re seeing things.”

It wasn’t until the lights flickered that the first real sign something was wrong occurred. The house itself seemed to breathe, the walls exhaling in a slow, deliberate shudder.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit them all at once.

“I feel dizzy…” Liam said, his hand reaching to steady himself against a doorframe.

“I’m good,” Jesse muttered, “but I swear I’m too good.” He let out a low laugh, as though something was tickling his brain, but not quite reaching the punchline.

Then things got… stranger.

One by one, the group started to change. At first, it was subtle—nothing more than a shift in posture, or the way their voices sounded. But soon, their bodies began to morph, skin tightening, muscle mass increasing, faces becoming more angular and chiseled. Their clothes felt tighter, their jeans more fitted—though most of them couldn’t quite put their finger on why.

"Hey, bro, I feel kinda… strong all of a sudden," Miles said, flexing his bicep absentmindedly. “Like, I wanna, I dunno, lift something heavy. Bro things.”

“Bro?” Jesse blinked, his voice coming out in a deeper tone. His hand shot out to slap Miles on the back, but instead of the usual playful gesture, it was almost an aggressive, over-the-top bro hug. “Yeah, man! Let’s get that pump going.”

“I… I don’t know what’s going on…” Theo’s voice trailed off. He ran a hand through his hair—hair that was suddenly much thicker and styled differently. He felt the front of his shirt and blinked as if waking up from a strange dream. “What the hell? Why am I—?”

“It’s the house,” Nate said slowly, his own voice shifting into a more gravelly, assured tone. He glanced around at his friends, realizing, with growing panic, that they weren’t the same people they’d been an hour ago. “We’ve been taken.”

Finn turned around in disbelief, his fingers instinctively adjusting the collar of his polo. “Nah, man. I feel good. Like, really good. Like, I’m the king of this house or something.”

The transformations continued—tighter jeans, broader shoulders, more swagger in their steps. Their personalities were shifting too, as if something in the house was rewriting their identities. The sarcastic and clever remarks gave way to cruder jokes, and deep thoughts were replaced with loud cheers about football and frat parties.

By the time they had all fully transformed, they stood before one another—completely unrecognizable from who they’d once been. Their names had changed too, though they couldn't remember exactly how or when.

Nate was now "Chad," Jesse was “Brock,” Theo was “Kyle,” Finn became “Tyler,” Liam became “Brad,” Ollie was “Zach,” Miles was “Jake,” Emory was “Ryan,” and Xavier was “Max.” They looked at each other in confusion—before bursting into raucous laughter.

“Bro, this is sick!” Chad (formerly Nate) shouted. “I feel so… alive, you know? Like, we’re living in the moment, man!”

“I dunno about you guys, but I love being 21 again,” Brock (Jesse) chimed in, punching Kyle (Theo) on the shoulder with a laugh. “This is what life’s all about, man! Football, parties, and, like, grilling stuff, y’know?”

They all laughed again. They had no memory of their past selves—no interest in returning to who they once were. The house had changed them, and now they belonged here, in their new lives.

“Who needs ghosts?” Max (Xavier) added with a chuckle, slapping a high five with Zach (Ollie). “We’re the real menace now, bros.”

And so, the abandoned frat house stood—alive, buzzing with energy as its new inhabitants reveled in their transformation. The doors closed behind them with a final, definitive slam, and the house hummed as if content, its newest bro occupants already planning the next big party.

The Spellsisters were a tight-knit group of ten liberal, nerdy, 28-year-old paranormal investigators who prided themselves on their intellect, critical thinking, and love of all things supernatural. But when they stepped foot into the abandoned Delta Kappa Omega sorority house, they had no idea they were about to face something that would completely change them.

The team consisted of:

Cassidy – The level-headed leader, calm and collected, always keeping the group grounded.

Lana – The intuitive one, deeply attuned to spiritual energy and the vibes of any place.

Sierra – The techie, always with gadgets in hand, trying to find logical explanations for everything.

Ella – The free-spirited dreamer, often lost in mystical thoughts, fascinated by energy fields.

Bailey – The pragmatic skeptic, always on the lookout for rational explanations for the unexplained.

Tessa – The tarot card reader with a sharp wit and a skeptical edge, always questioning the unknown.

Zoey – The empathetic one, sensitive to emotional energies and trying to understand the deeper forces at play.

Emilia – The witch-in-training, passionate about crystals, herbs, and mystical rituals.

Riley – The scientist, logical to the core, though secretly intrigued by the supernatural.

Morgan – The dramatic one with an epic flair for storytelling and a surprisingly deep intuition.

They had come to investigate the Delta Kappa Omega house, a once-vibrant sorority that had long been abandoned and was rumored to be haunted by the spirits of its former sisters. Now, as the house lay in ruins, they were determined to uncover the truth.

"This place is... heavy," Cassidy said as the group stood before the house, the old, dilapidated structure looming before them. "It feels like it's holding onto something... dark."

"Yeah, dark energy," Sierra muttered, fiddling with a device meant to detect electromagnetic fields. "This place is off."

“I don’t like it,” Bailey added, scanning the area with a frown. “It’s like something’s watching us.”

“Well, we came here for answers, not to get freaked out,” Lana said, looking up at the house with determination. “Let’s do this.”

As they entered the house, the air felt charged with an unnatural energy. Dust swirled in the air like a ghostly mist, and remnants of the sorority’s past—old furniture, faded photographs, and posters of smiling young women—lined the walls, now decaying with age.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Zoey murmured as she stepped cautiously into the living room. “The vibes here are… weird.”

“Well, whatever it is, we need to figure it out,” Cassidy said firmly, taking charge. “Let’s split up, cover more ground. Stay in contact. If you sense anything… strange, let me know.”

The group split into smaller teams: Cassidy and Riley headed for the kitchen to investigate, while Zoey, Tessa, and Morgan set up their base in the living room. Lana, Sierra, and Emilia went to the attic, where the coldest, most oppressive energy seemed to gather.

It didn’t take long before something went terribly wrong.

The house began to hum, an eerie vibration that rattled the walls. A heavy, oppressive feeling filled the air, and a sudden dizziness struck all of them, as if the house itself were rearranging their minds.

“Something’s not right,” Cassidy said, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter to steady herself.

"I—I feel weird..." Bailey said, her voice trailing off. She glanced down at herself and froze, blinking rapidly. Her loose, comfortable jeans and hoodie had been replaced with a form-fitting, trendy crop top and high-waisted shorts. She was now, suddenly, perfectly toned—her stomach flat and abs defined. She ran her hands through her hair. "Wait, what the hell just happened?"

Cassidy looked at herself in the same reflection—her shirt was now tight, and her body had shifted in ways she couldn’t explain. Her once wild hair was now perfectly styled, and her makeup—subtle yet flawless—somehow appeared. “Is this… real?”

“What’s happening?” Riley asked, tugging at her jacket. It now clung to her body in a way that was completely foreign to her. Her voice, once confident and logical, now had a higher pitch, more energy, and a certain tone to it. She caught sight of her reflection in a broken mirror. Her jeans were now tight and trendy, her hair styled in soft waves. "I look… good."

Lana, standing near the window, twirled a lock of hair and glanced at herself in disbelief. Her long hair had become voluminous waves, framing her face in a way that made her appear effortlessly glamorous. Her baggy clothes were gone, replaced by tight pants and heels that somehow made sense. "Oh my god, I look amazing," she said, flashing a grin at the others.

"Okay, I’m freaking out," Sierra said, now feeling herself. Her hoodie was gone, replaced with a fitted jacket that hugged her body, accentuating her curves. Her hair was styled with perfect volume, and her usual intellectual focus had been replaced by something a little... lighter. “I look, like, totally different. And I kind of love it."

“I don’t know about you guys,” Zoey added, glancing down at her now-bodycon dress, “but, like, I’m feeling myself right now. Like, I could totally get used to this."

“What is going on with us?” Tessa asked, her voice oddly high-pitched and bubbly now. She fidgeted with her hair, which had grown shinier, thicker. "Like, I’m literally glowing right now. What happened to us?”

"I—I don’t even care," Bailey said with a shrug, her voice now more carefree than before. "I’m, like, so over the ghost stuff. I feel hot."

Cassidy, the former leader, stood still, her hands on her hips. Her old, rational thoughts slipped away, and a strange new energy surged inside her. “Honestly? I’m kind of digging this whole vibe. I feel like we should just go out and party. We can figure out the ghosts later.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Tessa laughed, flipping her hair dramatically. “Why deal with spooky stuff when we could be living our best life? I’m, like, ready for a night out.”

“I need, like, so many more outfits,” Zoey giggled, now twirling in the middle of the room. “I’m obsessed with how cute I look!”

Lana spun to face the group, her attitude completely transformed. “Let’s hit up a frat party. I need some attention, and I’m ready for it.”

“I’m like, so ready for this,” Sierra added with a wide, confident grin, brushing her hands through her hair. “We’re totally in charge now.”

Each of the Spellsisters had undergone a full transformation—not just physically, but mentally, as well. Gone were the curious, thoughtful, and empowered women who had walked into the house. In their place stood something else entirely: young, fashionable, superficial versions of themselves, obsessed with parties, boys, and their looks. They were no longer concerned with the supernatural or solving any paranormal mysteries.

Their names had changed along with everything else:

Cassidy became Carmen – the bubbly, fashion-obsessed, carefree girl who only cared about herself and looking perfect.

Bailey became Brianna – the ditzy, energetic girl who was all about fun, partying, and catching attention.

Zoey became Zara – a sparkling, happy-go-lucky girl obsessed with shopping, boys, and being the life of the party.

Tessa became Tiffany – the fun-loving, ditzy girl who lived for drama and self-love.

Lana became Kylie – the confident, flirtatious sorority girl who was always the center of attention.

Sierra became Sienna – the outgoing, trendy girl who always knew what was in style.

Ella became Ellie – the ditzy girl who cared only about getting Instagram selfies and looking cute.

Emilia became Mia – the fashionable, self-centered girl who only thought about herself and her future popularity.

Riley became Riley (yes, Riley kept her name, but now her personality was transformed into that of a carefree, boy-crazy party girl).

Morgan became Madison – the dramatic, always-the-center-of-attention girl who thrived on admiration.

The house had claimed them, and they no longer cared about ghosts, spirits, or mysteries. They were new people, and they were loving their new lives of shopping, partying, and social media fame.

“Ugh, I need a cocktail,” Kylie said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Let’s go hit up a party or something. Who even cares about ghosts anymore?”

And just like that, the Spellsisters were gone. In their place, new, ditzy, party-obsessed sorority girls had emerged. They were more than happy to leave the house’s haunted mysteries behind and step into their new lives.

After a strange, eerie night spent in the haunted Delta Kappa Omega house, the Spellsisters had transformed into something completely different. Gone were the intellectual, nerdy women who had entered the house. In their place were confident, party-obsessed, fashionable girls—completely unconcerned with the ghosts or the mysteries they came to uncover.

At the same time, across town, the former paranormal investigator guys—the Bro Hunters—had undergone a similar transformation in the Delta Kappa Omega’s brother house, Alpha Sigma Pi. Just as the Spellsisters had been turned into bubbly sorority girls, the guys had turned into frat boys—cocky, straight, and eager to hit the nearest party scene.

Cassidy, now Carmen, stood outside the Delta Kappa Omega house, looking up at the massive structure, her perfectly styled hair fluttering in the breeze. She twirled her keys in her hand, glancing down at her new, super-cute outfit—a tight crop top and high-waisted shorts that accentuated her toned body.

“God, I look so good right now,” she muttered to herself, checking her reflection in the window. “I’m literally going to make all the boys fall for me.”

“Carmen! You look like a snack,” Zoey—now Zara—called from across the street. She was leaning against a car, her eyes covered by oversized sunglasses despite the fact that it was nearing dusk. “Like, I swear, you’re hotter than anyone on Instagram.”

“Oh, stop,” Carmen giggled, flipping her hair. “But, like, you’re right.”

“You know what we need to do tonight?” Zara said, a mischievous grin crossing her face. “We need to party, girl. And I know just the place.”

Across the street, a group of frat boys were walking out of Alpha Sigma Pi’s mansion, all loud, cocky, and looking for their next big adventure. Among them were Jax, Max, Zane, Derrick, and Brock—each of them now fully immersed in their frat boy personas, with names to match their new identities.

“Oh, hell yeah, tonight’s gonna be lit,” Jax—formerly Jake—said, his grin wide and confident as he checked out his reflection in the nearby window. His frat brothers—Max, Zane, Derrick, and Brock—flanked him, all dressed in the tightest, most stylish clothes that fit the frat look perfectly.

“We’re gonna own this town,” Zane said, flexing his muscles and striking a pose. “The best party in town? It’s gonna be at our place.”

Brock slapped Zane on the back. “Dude, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get some attention tonight. Some real attention.”

“Well, we’re gonna get more than attention,” Max added, cracking his knuckles. “I’m thinking we’ll get ourselves some new girlfriends tonight.”

Just as the frat boys approached their cars, they saw a group of girls walking down the street toward them—Carmen, Zara, and the rest of the new “Spellsisters,” all of them laughing and chatting, their heels clicking against the pavement.

Brock’s eyes immediately locked onto Carmen. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath. “She’s fire.”

“Yo, check it out,” Zane said, pointing at Zara. “She looks like she’s ready for some fun.”

“Hell yeah,” Max said with a grin. “Looks like we’re not the only ones looking to have a good time tonight.”

“Yo, ladies!” Jax called out, flashing a confident smile. “You girls lookin’ to party or what?”

Carmen turned around at the sound of Jax’s voice, and her eyes immediately scanned the group of guys. She felt an overwhelming rush of energy, her pulse quickening. This was it—this was exactly the kind of attention she craved. “Uh, yeah, we’re looking for a good time,” she said, flipping her hair back with an exaggerated flourish. “What’s your deal?”

“Oh, we’re definitely looking for some fun,” Jax replied, stepping closer. His new, cocky swagger was undeniable, and Carmen could feel the electricity between them. “I’m Jax, and this is Max, Zane, Derrick, and Brock. We were just about to hit up a party at the frat house. You down?”

“We’re totally down,” Zara chimed in, flashing a sweet smile that had a hint of mischief. “I’m Zara, and this is Carmen, Ella, Tessa, and Sienna.” She winked at Jax. “We know how to party, trust me.”

“Well, that’s what I like to hear,” Jax grinned, his eyes scanning her body. “You sure you can handle us?”

“I can handle anything,” Zara replied, crossing her arms confidently. “And you guys look like you could use some serious attention.”

Brock stepped forward, grinning. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to make this night unforgettable. Let’s make sure you get the full frat boy experience.”

The Spellsisters and the frat boys laughed together, the instant chemistry between them undeniable. With every word exchanged, the former nerds and introverts grew more confident, their carefree personalities fully taking over.

As the night went on, they moved into the frat house, music blasting and the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air. Carmen was inseparable from Jax, Zara kept flirting with Max, and Sienna couldn’t seem to get enough of Brock. Tessa and Derrick were in the corner, gossiping and laughing about their latest party experiences, while Ella and Zane were dancing together, their chemistry undeniable.

“I’ve never had more fun in my life,” Carmen whispered to Jax as they sipped drinks and stood near the dance floor. “Like, why would I ever go back to my old life?”

“You don’t need to,” Jax replied, his arm casually draped around her waist. “We’ve got everything we need right here. Who needs the paranormal when we can have real fun?”

“Exactly,” Carmen said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. “Who needs the ghosts?”

And in that moment, it became clear—both the Spellsisters and the frat boys had left behind their old, nerdy selves. They were no longer investigators or skeptics; they were now young, fun, and living for the moment. The ghosts that once haunted the Delta Kappa Omega house? Well, they were just part of the past. What mattered now was the party, the attention, and the fun of their new, carefree lives.

And, of course, there was a whole lot of dating going on—because in this new world, the only thing they cared about was each other, the fun they were having, and their new, exciting, drama-filled lives.

(From row 4, 2, 1 left to right, Brock, Zach, Ryan, Tyler, Max, Jake, Kyle, Chad, Brad.)

(From row 4, 3, 2, 1 left to right, Sienna, Zara, Tiffany, Brianna, Ellie, Kylie, Riley, Madison, Carmen, Mia.)

[yumenoberu]

She’s a Teaser

Kyoya Ootori x fem!reader

summary: It’s a regular Saturday afternoon in the Ootori estate. Y/n and Kyoya, the notorious Ouran Host Club’s very own managers, silently work on the club preparations. Worn out and fatigued after hours of endless calculations and composing, someone gets distracted by a curious scene from the corner of their eye…

word count: 700 words

warnings: none!!

published: 10/18/24

author’s note: my first published fic!! who cares if it’s assessment week its not like all my projects are due and i'm back tracking my tasks— hey! duty calls when ur mind decides to plague u with fluffy OHSHC brain rot yk!! and now, my doves, please enjoy ✨🥳

‘Sitting on the foot of his couch while crunching down an endless flow of numbers and letters till the sunset. Neither of us ever spoke a word, being simply content with the comfortable silence. This was our average weekend. ’

Such was the silent arrangement Y/n and Kyoya developed over time.

The click and clacking of computer buttons overrun the comfortable silence that rang through Kyoya’s living space. The two second-years alternate between buttons on their respective keyboards, typing up an almost rhythmic stream of characters for their shared digital accounting space. Although, for one of the teens in the room, Y/n couldn’t gauge what exactly she was writing—her mind was elsewhere.

The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the monochrome walls of the Ootori estate with contrasting radiant, warm hues. They’ve been working on a proposal for the next upcoming, unequivocally extravagant, Host Club event. Accounting for the lovable, yet ever-impulsive Host King’s whims always proved to be a task of considerable difficulty.

But nothing is impossible, no? Not for the Host Club! Why, their Shadow King irresistible charm is to blame!

Y/n’s grown quite accustomed to arranging for every outlandish fantasy the eternally flamboyant, capricious Ouran Host Club’s President desired to make a reality. But man could she never get used to how exhausting the process could be.

‘We’re gonna be here for another few hours aren’t we…’

She sighs out loud, rubbing a hand on her strained eyes as she looks up from the screen, straightening her back and stretching her arms up, but not without subconsciously stealing a glance at her ‘coworker’.

Kyoya was, as she anticipated, glued to his usual spot on the couch, posture impressively as straight as a knife even after hours of sitting in the same position, and was, similarly, typing away on his computer with tired eyes with an uncharacteristic brow arched, outwardly showing his irritation at whatever was on his screen.

‘The work’s starting to take a toll on him too huh,’ She almost chuckles to herself. There was something about the sight that was so amusing to her. Perhaps witnessing his usually unwavering prim and proper facade, peel off ever so slightly was, for the lack of a better word, endearing, to her.

‘What a look.’ She thought, a playful smirk inching its way up her lips. Opening her mouth to give a teasing remark on his state, she bites her tongue, rethinking her actions.

‘But then, it always seems like more trouble than it’s worth, annoying him.’

Her puckish gaze lingered even as she relaxed the rest of her body after her little stretch. She didn’t realize she was starting to stare—being much too preoccupied by the sudden train of thoughts that cascaded across her mind at the peculiar scene.

‘Nevertheless, he always seems like he’s in a bad mood around me, wonder what his deal is…’

‘Always so condescending and cynical, not a cute look Ootori, not a cute look.’ She teased. Though inwardly, of course, she wasn’t planning on dying just yet.

She internally contemplates for a while longer, exhaling aloud through her nose, exhausted from her own ramblings. Her work, completely abandoned.

‘He’d be annoyed if he sees I’m not working… Can’t the man relax for a bit, why's he always such a grouch. That's the Shadow King for you.’ At the notion, she unintentionally let her face contort into a playful scowl.

Her inner monologue continued on, her mind jumping through hoops of arbitrary thoughts, making all sorts of faces at her disses toward the boy.

To her knowledge, he was too focused on whatever he was doing to notice she was staring at him; however, ever so clueless to the reality of things, little did Y/n know that Kyoya had noticed since the beginning.

But he didn’t mind, not in the slightest. In fact, he finds it quite amusing, cute even. Because as he recalled, just moments before, while she still wasn’t looking at him, he was doing the same thing.

He almost smiles at the thought, nevertheless as stubborn as his nature is, he suppresses it.

Then, they simultaneously fondly think to themselves,

‘What goes on in that head of yours?’

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[kpopscruggles]

The Urge to Let Go - Anton

Genre - Smut

Word count - 3k 😭

Warnings - Mature Language, Sexual Themes, fembody, SwitchAnton, mentions of alcohol, footplay, cumplay, panty sniffing, receiving oral from both ends (in a car), anton is literally obsessed, jakesim is a vv small character, hint of cheating at the end(iguess),

Summary - Anton decides to stay alone at his family's vacation home for summer break away from college. Deciding one day too head and swim at the community pool he meets you. Holding back the filthy urges he has throughout those two days he soon has a chance to have you...he finally can't hold back the dirty things he thinks of.

lil sequel

He decided to go to the family vacation house instead of spending his summer with his family, and what did that get him? Nothing. Anton was already bored and if he would've gone home, he could've been bothering his brother or even his mom. An average person would just take the shit they had unpacked, repacked, and went home but Anton refused. Looking on maps he tried to find anything that could become a staple for the summer till he went back to university. Cafe? he did not want it, Greek restaurant downtown? highly uninterested, Community pool? He could go for a swim. Looked like the pool was his destination. 

Upon arrival, he paid the simple five-buck fee and walked in. He watched the lifeguards' changing spots so the recent ones could have a break he assumed. Placing his things down he peeled off his shirt before pausing, glancing a bit higher than face view he saw you, your bare back as you climbed up the ladder to sit in the signature strawberry red lifeguard chair. The sunscreen giving your skin glow, the matching red one piece you wore that showed your figure, the sunglasses you put on to hide your eyes from the sun allowed the uncomfortable look to leave your face, a simple anklet shining in the sun, and the gorgeous red that painted the most pretty feet he had ever seen. Letting out a sigh he caught himself and turned away before you could realize he was looking. 

Diving into the water, he felt a small refresh in his skin from how hot it grew under the summer sun and from how he started to blush once looking at you. Swimming around he thought it would relax him, though he could not bear but look at you again. He could feel his body growing warm again; he did not understand why you suddenly had such a strong hold on him. Was it the fact he had not found any female appealing in a while? meaning he had not gotten laid in a couple of months? Was it just the stifling air messing with him? How does the sun make you look? He had no clue. He wanted you; he knew that. 

He began questioning himself, why he was weak enough to think about you in such a way. How he wanted to taste the mix of your skin and sunscreen. Your pretty feet too just run against his now growing package, his cock. Oh god. Looking around he immediately reached for his towel and climbed out of the pool, he needed to leave if you were going to rest up there for a good while. He wished he could speak to you but had no courage to do so.  

He rushed himself to the restroom while drying his hair, he almost felt anxiety creep in as he questioned if you found him weird or seen him watching you. Getting in the opening of the pool he saw the restrooms, walking that was he noticed the cubby wall for the workers to put their belongings. Looking around he saw the concession stand was not open, so no one was in there besides him and anyone who could be in the restrooms. He felt disgusted with himself, but his cock was begging for him to do so, no. No! He was not going to do such a thing. 

"Are you wanting something from the stand?" Anton jumped only to feel his cock do the same when he turned to notice you "I noticed you've been standing here for a while". He nodded because no words could leave his lips, he took a whiff of your perfume as you walked by. The simple coconut perfume everyone uses smelt so different to you. Walking to the concession he looked around; he watched you up close now. Your breasts practically fell out of the one piece you wore. 

"Uhm just a lemonade" he muttered before hearing you chuckle then grab it for him. "Your voice is so quiet" you respond before he watches you take the two dollars from him. Oh, your voice, your giggles, he was already hooked deep. He just smiled back and took the drink, watching you close the stand then head back to the pool area he gulped, turning back to the cubby wall he lost it "Fuck this.". Walking to it he noticed the perfume...the yellow beach-themed bottle with the water-blue words "Tropical Coconut.". 

Once mumbling the words to himself, he snatched the bottle and tossed it in his towel's folds. Once wanting to walk away he then paused one last time, he wanted to take everything, but he could not bear to let himself do such a thing. Walking out he got in his car and left. His heart pumping out his chest, but his cock felt some relief that he had something of yours. The drive home was so peaceful yet the shameful pervert in Anton's head was not afraid to remind him, but it was too weak to change his mind. 

He pulled at the bit of chapped skin on his lips, his throat dry as he stared at the lemonade and then back at the perfume that sat dead center in the middle of the coffee table. His cock still begging to be touched but his brain was still too busy whirling around in circles to even think about how much ache he was in. A filthy pervert. That is what he was or at least what he was trying to call himself instead of a genius for the fact that once he smelt this perfume and stroked his cock, he would not have a care in the world. Holding the bottle now in his hands he looked at the spray nozzle, spraying it above him he took another guilty whiff. The smell now stuck in his nose, he chuckled, this was not a guilty whiff, it was a pleasurable one.  

He sprayed it everywhere, his pillows now drenched in the coconut scent, the kitchen, the hallway, everywhere! Even in the hit shower, it lingered enough for him to grow eager once again. His hands took his cock which caused a hitched sigh to leave him. He chuckled once again at how he finally was going to get relief. He was going to paint the shower walls. 

Stroking his length, he felt a tingle run down his spine, closing his eyes he let his imagination run wild "Oh baby~ that's it.". Moans after moans leaving him as his wrist allowed him to pick up the pace. His hips stuttered as he fucked his hand. "I-I'm going to cum..Shit I'm going to cum!". A whine left him with each rope of cum that left his cock. 

He thought that was the end but smelling it on his sheets could not help but go repeatedly. Loud moans echoing his room at how sensitive he got from overstimulation. Wiping the cum from his stomach he sighed "You return the perfume tomorrow then she won't know a thing.". He had to repeat this in his head before falling asleep. He was not going to let his cock rule out his mind.  

He wished doing such a thing was just as easy as speaking it, he once again faced to face with your cubby. Staring at where your stuff was yesterday, where were your things? For some reason he began to panic, he had to deeply think if he left it there would you think he took it? surely not. You'd think someone just borrowed it or lost it. Placing it in the empty cubby, he immediately turned on his heels and walked to the pool area.  

He felt a shocking pain between his legs as he bumped into someone, looking up that tingle from his dick was now satisfactory to him. It was you, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention!". look at you, so sweet looking while panicking. Holding himself together he nodded "I-It's okay, just a simple accident" He added before looking at the tote bag that struck him. He had to hold himself together and pretend he didn't want to beg for you to do it again. 

"If you were going to the pool, they closed it because a kid got sick" you informed him causing him to nod "You could come with us though, we're going to the lake not too far from here". He couldn't lie, he was incredibly grateful for your friend and what he assumed you thought was her blabbering mouth. Seeing how you weren't too fond of this he felt bad at how needy he was for you and agreed. "Great just follow us." Fuck this was it. 

Anton was now quaking once he got in his car and followed you, he was now going to see you in your comfort and relaxation which didn't seem like much but for him, it was fucking exciting. Once you park, he notices it was a small get-together with friends, and two guys who were already there were pulling the alcohol out of their trunks. Once again though, for Anton, they weren't the main priority. You were his only goal, no matter what it was going to involve you. Getting out he followed you and introduced himself to the others. 

Immediately one person wasn't fond of him, Jake. Jake also was trying to get in your pants; Anton was far from intimidated though. If it was between him and Jake, then so be it. He wasn't going to lose when the prize was to swoon you over. "So, are you still going to be soft-spoken?" you chuckled making Anton smile "I'll try my hardest not to, hopefully, the alcohol will make me a bit louder.".  

Grabbing a beer from the cooler he saw you smile "I can make you loud if I have to" you whispered before taking a beer yourself. Anton was stuck by your words, once again he was growing warm. If only you knew how much you had affected him. Taking a huge gulp of his beer he then sat next to you "You really think so?" he smirked. "I know so.". 

The night went on and Anton could feel the tension between the two of you, the multiple beers you had before sharing a bottle was enough for him to get louder and more courageous for you. He could see on your face that you were enjoying him too. "So, do you stay around here?" the question caught him off guard a bit, Were you that curious about him? Was it a sign that you wanted to go home with him? "Yeah, I'm about ten minutes from here". 

He watched your eyes widen a little before biting your bottom lip. Fuck, you looked so sexy when you did that. "Maybe we should ditch?" his breath hitched at your words. Nodding at what you said he then got up from the picnic table and took your hand. The others were too busy drinking more that they almost didn't notice you two lefts till Anton got the view of seeing Jake pissed. Anton couldn't wipe the smirk off his face. 

"Do you live down here or just for the summer?" you asked as Anton responded with a nod "Yeah, just for the summer. My family has a vacation home down here, so I've been staying here.". He watched you nod as you listened to him, or at least he was. It wasn't until you ran your hand over his thigh "You seem like a sweet boy Anton...kind of wished I would've known you sooner." "You shouldn't let that stop you though, it's only the second day of summer and I could be yours all season if you want.". He meant that and he made it clear as he glanced at you one last time waiting for a response. 

"Yeah? You'd be my all summer? I could do what I want with you?". Anton nodded at every question that left your lips, a shiver running down his spine at your tone. The way you talked to him like a lost dog was enough to put him in shambles. That cute giggle left your lips as your hand was now placed on his growing bulge. "I don't know. You don't seem needy enough. 

Those words were enough for him to pull the car over, which caused you to glance at him like he was insane. Turning to you, he let out a shaky sigh, his eyes now glistening a little from needy tears "You don't understand how bad I want you, you don't know how much I've craved you since I watched you yesterday...I would throw all of my manhood out the door if that meant you'd touch me and treat me like your filthy mutt." This left you in slight shock and he could tell but didn't care. Taking your hand, he forced it to grip his semi-hard cock. "Please...I'll bet my life away.". 

He watched a smirk form on your lips before you leaned closer, running your lips against him he whimpered trying to lean in for a kiss. "If I knew you wanted me that bad, I would've fucked you then and there". "So, make up for it.". Now you both were in shambles once you pulled his lips in for a kiss. His cock now twitched in his swim shorts. 

Pulling away you chuckled against his lips before placing your finger at the corner of his mouth to try and wipe the lip gloss off, it being no use once he took your fingers into his mouth sucking on them while more moans left him. "I bet you love this. Knowing you're sucking the fingers that I fuck myself with." Anton immediately nodded as saliva now ran down the corner of his mouth. pulling your finger away you licked it up before pulling him back in for a kiss. Holding your leg, he brought your foot up to his clothed cock, a small whine leaving him "Please rub my cock~". The closest thing you had ever seen, you couldn't help but oblige. 

"My feet too? you must love everything about me" You chuckled only to see him nod eagerly. Using your hand to pull down his swim shorts you placed your barefoot back on his cock, the precum being smeared with each movement you made. Licking the fingers he was once sucking on you watched him lean back in the seat, brows knitted together, and fingers laced in your anklet before placing a small kiss on your knee. "I-I think I might cum.." Chuckling at his breathless moans I pulled my foot away. "Lick it up" you added showing him the precum on your foot, and he followed exactly what you asked. 

Licking up his precum he then kissed your ankle before you pulled away to crawl into the backseat. Your pussy dripping at how eager he was to follow behind you. Letting him sit you then pumped his cock "You want to cum? Hmm? You should cum down my throat. Would you like that baby?". Biting his bottom lip, he pulled you into a kiss while nodding "Mhm~ please let me cum~". You nodded before taking him into your mouth. 

"Oh shit!" a huff of air left him as you felt him run his hand down your back and slip into your bottoms. You felt his slick fingers run against your anus; he must have licked them. You couldn't help but moan around his cock once feeling him push two fingers in your tight hole. "Anton~" Oh god you were moaning for him, moaning for his fingers to fuck you. Anton was already getting fuzzyheaded at your moans let alone your warm mouth take all of him. 

His hips shuttered causing him to try and apologize but it was no use feeling the cushion of your throat against his begging tip. His stomach tightened, his breathing was uneven, his cock twitched from how much he was holding back. Anton knew he was going to cum at any moment. His eyes rolled back "D-don't move! Oh god!". the whine being the last spoken word before he filled your throat with cum and his bottom lip shivering with every breath he took.  

Pulling away he watched you swallow it before pulling him into a kiss, the taste of his cum and your salvia now sending him into overdrive. Removing his fingers he moved your bottoms to the side "Lay down...". He leaned closer to your pussy, a sigh leaving him as he felt the warm creamy substance swimming through your slit. Looking up at you he smirks before licking his finger only after smelling your sweetness. He was going to devour you finally. 

A gasp left' you once you felt his warm tongue against your clit, his soft eyes looking up at you while doing such sinful acts. He wanted you to know that he was here to please you and that anything you wanted he would easily do. Your fingers ran through his dark hair, tugging with each quick lap of his tongue. "Just like that... you're doing s-so good..." you sighed watching the windows fog as you tilted your head back feeling his tongue swirl around your clit. You felt a sigh leave him which only made you shiver due to his warm breath running up your soaked slit.  

"Please cum on my tongue, please, please~" you couldn't hold back much longer hearing his begs for your release, gripping his hair tighter and practically pulling on it you felt your stomach drop and your release rush from you. You could hear every whimper, whine, and slurp from Anton as he licked you clean. Gasping you slowly began catching your breath as you watched him lick his lips clean with a smile "Feel good?". The confidence on his face only made you drip more as you nodded. "Best I've had" Now this had Anton blushing extremely.  

----- 

The summer went by in a flash, Anton was growing eager to come down to his last week and still not being able to be inside your pussy. He'd text you every night praising you more than any man has ever done, but when Anton came to the pool there was just no courage to speak to him. You could easily say the alcohol helped by getting you both comfortable but at the same time drifted you apart once the alcohol was sucked up and put behind the two of you. You could tell it was killing him inside when you acted like what happened didn't at all. He wasn't going to stand for it. 

Waiting for you to close the pool for the day you turned to see him leaning against his car, trying to walk past him you failed as he stepped in front of you "Did I do something wrong? I didn't push you, did I?". You didn't answer and just looked at your feet before backing up at him "That's not it at all I just...It's an awkward situation at the moment.". "How is it awkward? We had oral sex, exchanged numbers, and still text like normal," Anton added while following you to your car, it was no use as he watched you just start the engine and drive off. He was fuming, he felt like he just wasted his time. Getting in his car he went back to his place. 

The rest of the week he was packing his things and pulling his hair out at the fact that he didn't know what went wrong. He also expected that once he tasted you that would be it but no, it was far from finished on his end. Putting the last few things in his bag he knew he was going to see you again; he could feel it. It was a gut feeling he knew he couldn't run away from. He wasn't going to run away either. 

Putting the last shirt away in his suitcase we looked at the swimsuit bottoms you had worn, he washed them and kept them for himself because you agreed he could. Taking them in his hold he sighed before smelling your scent on them still, he chuckled at how mind-boggling it was that was still possible. "I'll never get over your smell". Whispering those few words to himself he then zipped his bag up. Leaving the house he began his drive back to campus. 

Arriving, he was getting a new dormmate, not that it mattered, but he was intrigued. "You are again.", Anton turned to see Jake bringing his things in, rolling his eyes at Jake he went back to unpacking "Awe are you hurt that she left you behind?". Anton turned to him "She didn't leave me behind". Jake chuckled "But she did, Anton hates to spill the news so quickly but she came back with me...She's mine. Anton chuckled "Just because she came back with you doesn't mean she's yours.". 

Anton had no care what Jake had to say because as Jake was blabbering, he got a text from you. A text that made it truly clear who you wanted, and it was him. Anton knew you'd miss him too much just like he missed you. Jake may think he won but like Anton kept telling himself...When it came to you, he was always going to win. 

I'm in town, you should come by my roommate's place, she's gone. 

[maiden-of-rats]

🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Story??(Eyeless Jack)

DISCLAIMERS!!!: 

All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)

I am very new to writing on tumblr

There will be generally dark themes/mature language in my work 

I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  

(You are exploring abandoned buildings for your youtube series ;also, I’m listening to house of 1000 corpses by Rob Zombie, if that adds to the experience)  Also what he looks like in my head-cannons (Without mask and very quick 12 am doodle)⬇

  Click! The green light on your camera begins to blink, signaling that you are filming. You shuffle around in the leaves to get in view, zip up your coat and gently wave at the camera.

 “Hey guys! I know it’s been awhile since I last filmed but there have been quite a few brutal animal attacks in the area …. And I wanted to wait till that died down before I came all this way.” 

  “So getting off that topic, Hey everyone! I’m currently about two miles away from the main road exploring this beautiful house built in 1924! Abandoned in 1994 for unknown reasons… maybe we will find it when we head in?” 

  You make your way to the decaying front porch, camera now in hand.The exterior is in relatively good condition for being abandoned for 30 years. The only flaws being the sad porch, a lack of front door, paint peeling and a cracked widow on the second story.

  “Alright enough stalling, I’m heading in!”

You carefully make your way on the porch making sure there is minimal falling through . Making your way in the house, noticing the door was not missing but simply was on the floor. The area was oddly quiet, but you did not think much of it due to the video.

 “Oh! There's the- God, it stinks… uh, god, wow, well, I guess something gone and died in here… I don’t think I want to do this anymore” 

   You recall the 12 cases of horrid mawlings, the questionable photos. Mixing with the smell, you could die at this point. Leaning towards the wall, gagging on the stench of rotten flesh. Till you hear something on the second floor.  You for some reason must be the dumb girl in the slashers and investigate for the video of course. You stand back up straight, covering your nose and make your way through the debris.

  “Ya’ll better be glad I love you all.”

  You step over all the gunk that is carelessly decorating the floor.

“God, I hate this”

   Luckly or unluckly the stairs were straight from the door. The stairs seemed to squeal at every movement.

   “I hope this doesn’t kill me”

  The closer you got to the top the more ghastly the smell got. The higher you went the more apparent that the house was indeed furnished with blackened blood. The noises ceased. 

   At the top there is a short hallway that seems to lead to two small bedrooms. The blood trail leading to the one on the left. 

  “I really hope it’s a racoon or something…”

   You managed to quietly make your way to the door and peek through the door.

“ Oh my god, what the actual-” You mumble.

  Through the crack of the door you seem to see a man. He was in all black, facing away from you hunkered over a decaying deer corpse.

  You begin to hyperventilate. 

  “Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, what the fuck.” You begin to whispershout.

   He stands up and grabs what seems to be a blue mask.

   “HOLY SHIT!”

    You drop your camera. Stand in shock then frantically try to run.

    “God, Fuck, Why do I do stupid shit for 114 subscribers?” 

  He manages to grab you, causing you to fall down the stairs. Then proceeds to drag you up the stairs to the room with deer.

  Panting as you lie there on the floor, fearing. Him standing over you, motionless and silent.

“Please, please” 

  You begin to cry. You are sure this is the end, laying on the floor with a masked man hovering over you covered in rotten deer.

“ Please, I’ll never come back, I swear, please”

       (I realize now that this will need a part 2, So comment if your interested)

[trash----panda]

Tw fear, some injury, probably blood, lots of spiders

Giari and Hone lore

It was the first time, she didn't know her innate power would manifest like this. Her head felt like it was spinning, like she was stuck in a whirlpool with no way out, it didn't take long for her stomach to give up its contents. At least the spinning stopped after that, her eyes searching her surroundings, the carpet that usually just barely came up to her heel was now towering over her. This was bad. She stumbled up, scraping her knee when she tried to stand, the way she walked more of a wobble than anything, it worked, that's all that mattered. Giari wasn't used to magic. Her sister had always had more interest and skill in terms of the world's energies. But Giari? No she thought she was a fluke, her father being human she assumed she got the human half and Maddy got the witch half. Whatever that didn't matter now, she just needed to get somewhere she wouldn't get stepped on, she tripped when she crossed to the hardwood floor, she felt the ground rumble just freezing. A massive slipper coming down just millimeters away from her, her heart felt like it stopped at that moment, watching as it continued on. Luckily Maddy didn't seem to notice her, she didn't want to be noticed she had no idea what her sister would do when she was like this. She hesitated, watching her sister as she travelled against the bottoms of the counter, making her way slowly but surely towards the door where it looked like she could fit. She just had one more dash and she'd be there. The ground moved again, she looked quickly but her sister was just leaving. With a sigh she slipped under the door and out onto the porch. Glancing around she started to explore, just needing to find somewhere safe until she changed back. The stairs were the trickiest part, needing to use the peeling paint as the hand holds like a rock climbing wall. So far there seemed to be nothing dangerous out here, not like tromping feet.

After trekking till sunset she could no longer see the house anymore, relaxing a little bit, she'd been staying on the sidewalk but that might be dangerous later on. Making her way to the grass she found it was much louder, the grass was alive with the sounds of insects and... Voices? She peered behind a blade of grass, seeing a spidertaur speaking with a pixie, they seemed to be making a trade of... She leaned to try and get a better look, falling again. Both looked at her, she locked eyes with the spider, pausing before running the other way. He said something to the pixie before she heard it rapidly approaching, it was much bigger than her so obviously she couldn't out run it. She made a turn, running over a patch of dirt, a yelp escaping as the ground fell out from under her. Her whole body hurt, the fall felt bigger than it was but she was sure she twisted her ankle. It took time for her eyes to adjust, a crawling feeling on her arm catching her attention. The white carapace of the baby spider lit up in the moonlight as it crawled up her arm, this thing was bigger than her head. She screamed and struck it, knocking it off. She could see hundreds slowly approaching out of the dark, she tried to back up but some were already waiting, sinking their fangs into her leg. She collapsed but didn't stop fighting, kicking and screaming as they swarmed her. The venom slowly taking the fight out of the human as her consciousness faded, she only briefly saw the bigger spider from before before passing out.

When she did wake up her body felt horrible, her throat raw from who knows what. Her surroundings dimly lit by a lantern on a wall... Was she big again? She didn't have the strength to sit up, flinching when something touched her arm, the spider from before staring down at her. "Dont talk yet" he spoke softly, trying not to scare her "it's gonna be pretty raw for awhile, had to... Get you to throw up, clean out your system you know?" He seemed to notice the way she was looking at him, trying to adjust her pillow even though she braced like she expected a strike. "You're safe... Promise" he hesitated, not wanting to leave her alone but sure she didn't want him there "i.... I'll be in the other room if you need me ok?... When your voice is better you can call me" he tried to give a smile, though it was awkward and forced, glancing her over again before leaving the room, popping back for a second "you can call me Hone" he blurted before going to hide in the other room. She just laid there, trying to think about what just happened, it felt like her muscles had been dissolved, leaving her a ragdoll for over an hour. When she did get up it was a slow process, she tested her voice quietly "h-hhhhi" it still kinda hurt but it was working. She tried to sneak to the other room, seeing the spider just sitting on a make shift couch, he seemed to have just been waiting for her cause his demeanor instantly changed when he spotted her.

"oh hey are you feeling better?"

She held tight to the door frame, avoiding looking at him for now, he was... Intimidating.

He hesitated before speaking again "i can... Get you a cane or something if you need?" He relaxed a little when she nodded. Getting up and grabbing a twig off the wall, rushing over to offer it. She threw herself back when he came over, expecting to be attacked, he was faster than she expected managing to catch her in a dip. He blushed a little, quickly pulling her back up to a standing position "sorrysorry i didnt mean to knock you over, gods that was stupid i just got excited so-" he was cut off by a little chuckle, noticing her eyes were starting to water, she tried to wipe them away with the heel of her hand "are you... Ok?"

She sniffled "yah, just... This is all so stupid ... Th-thank you" he slowly let go of her so she could support herself, nodding a little "yah ... Yah it's not a problem."

[six-white-venus]

if you ever see him, there is just one thing you would like to ask him:

how do i forgive?

because you've been trying, lord knows you have. it's been a year. he never loved you. it's as easy as that. why can't it be as easy as that?

you recently came across a letter you wrote him after he left, one where you're begging him to come back. you tore the paper copy into shreds a long time ago, but this one must have escaped your notice. you remember his response to the message. a thumbs-up emoji.

"whose name will i call, a thousand times over?" it said, "who will I call my love, my love, my love- exasperated, scandalised, laughing? who will I call?"

it's been a year and you know the answer to that question, more or less. no one. you will call no one. you will sit and stare at the paint peeling off your wall, that ugly, powdery blue that has started making your skin crawl. you will sit on the cold kitchen floor till your mom pulls you to your feet and brings you tea. you will call no one. you will make yourself forget.

except, it's not that easy.

he pops up in every mundane aspect of your life. the other day you found a keychain you bought him a month before his birthday, a month before he left you. you give it to someone else because why waste money? it's not like he lives in it.

(but he does, he does, he does.)

he is dating someone you used to know. you don't care. you want to throw up. you just want to ask: how do I forget?

a friend recently asked you, "do you think you had a savior complex, when it came to him?" you said you didn't, but maybe that's not the whole truth. maybe you did have some sort of twisted need to save him in every single way possible just so that he'll love you.

i would help you stitch yourself up. i swear i won't scream when you gut me like a fish. i will feed you soup and keep you warm. i won't sob when you knock my portion to the floor. you bleed. i do, too. no, you're right. i don't bleed as you do. I'll never understand. i am so sorry. i love you. do you love me?

after a week, you receive two texts:

lol kys ily <3

you are so happy you could sob.

he does none of this now, apparently. he smiles instead of smirking. he cradles things. he tends to wounds. he calls her baby. he says, "I love you so much." the whole thing, all spelled out. how crazy is that?

and you just want to ask: how do I stop caring?

he always held you between his teeth. there was nothing gentle about it. the bite marks on the back of your neck still hurt and you could swear it still bleeds. your mom says you're imagining it. you must be.

but here's the thing! you have people who hold you in their arms now. they are so gentle, so careful with you. you didn't cry, not once, under the clutch of his canines but now in their arms, all you do is cry. it's so strange. and you really are happy. it's so much better than what it used to be. you wake up and he's not the first thing you think of, not anymore. you dream that he apologises to you (you forgive him every single time). you go to therapy. you don't remember the last time you cried over him. you are loved, but not by him. you never were.

it doesn't matter, because you know what love feels like now. it is popcorn and nacho cheddar cheese seasoning and mutton curry. it tastes like tea and chips in an orange package and instant noodles you made with your best friend the day before she left for college. you know love now. you know happiness.

but in moments like these, you can't stop yourself from thinking that if you see him again, you would like to ask him one last thing:

how do you stop missing being held between one's teeth?

[catoz0]

A hug from your nephew

Yo! I recommend that you read a hug from dad first if you want this to make any kind of sense, you can find it on my account, but this is a continuation of that. We get to meet Henry which is fun but Henry is very sad which is till kinda fun to write ngl so enjoy!

“May I come in” Henry asks politely

Evan blinks at him from the gap in his apartment door, not saying anything

Henry really, really really does not want to be here but he doesn't have any other choice, the events of yesterday however necessitate it. The events in question? Henry has no idea and that's the whole issue. Some part him is saying that he should have expected this letting Evan getting involved, that he should have expected this but he, he just a little boy in a far too big hospital gown clinging to him as if afraid he might disappear too, He just couldn't refuse him

Which brings them back to the matter at hand.

The mystery as to what had occurred when Evan had descended underground, these are the facts that Henry knows for a absolute certainty.

One of the lures on the western side of the tunnels had gone offline, any attempts that he or Evan had made to bring it back remotely hadn't worked.

While Henry was distracted and trying to figure out a solution, Evan grim determination etched onto his face had snagged a bag of tools and headed for the maintenance hatch that led into the dark tunnels below

Ignoring both his protests and Cassidy's surprise he had slipped inside, he still had his radio on him but Henry couldn't risk drawing attention to him so hadn't dared to even try and contact him to get him to come back. He still doesn't like thinking of when the realisation had him that all he could do was stand there and wait, a kind of cold dawning horror nauseating in its familiarity.

He was gone for twenty paralysing minutes

The moments of tension were only broken when Cassidy not thinking (or Henry hoped to god was it was that rather than an act of malice) had tried to establish contact over the radio

Twenty minutes after he had descended into the dark Evan had pulled himself out of the tunnels with a kind of desperation that Cassidy had snidely remarked looked like a kitten dragging itself out of a drain pipe.

There had been something haunted in his gaze, something that Henry hadn't wanted to look at so when he quietly said that the lure was repaired and asked to go home Henry had allowed him.

Coward a part of him had hissed.

But he was so close to the end and he couldn't risk anything ruining it so he looked up the address that Evan had put in his file and had set out.

Evan lives in a derelict apartment building on the outskirts of the city a building seemingly slumping under its own weight peeling pink paint covers it soured to a more vague approximation of the colour the front steps leading up to the door are cracked and worn. The elevator is denoted as out of order by an old faded sign so Henry takes the stares to the 5th floor. Looking around had made something in his chest ache. Memories of Williams house how big and well kept it was flash before his eyes as he takes in the state of the building.

He ignores all of those thoughts and focuses on the boy in front of him

The moment stretches into something uncomfortable and Henry begins to think Evan is going to shut the door in his face but his gaze turns downcast as he steps away from the door and lets Henry inside.

After Evans quiet insistence he toes off his shoes in the entryway and leaves them lined up next to Evans, satisfied Evan turns and heads into the apartment and Henry takes the opportunity to have a look around.

Its very small, and clearly built with only one occupant in mind. The layout seems to consist of one main room that is both Kitchen and living area he spies two doors near the north wall both shut that probably lead to the bathroom and bedroom.

On the left hand side is the kitchen area well kept and very clean. The living area side of the room is taken up mainly by an old battered couch, there's blankets strewn around it and Henry spots places where its been sewn back together again, in front of the couch is an end table. There is an open notebook sitting on top of it with a stack of paper and what looks like files neatly lined up. Next to it is one of the ugliest old laptops Henry has ever seen in his fucking life. It looks to have been frankensteined together from 3 others, a mess of clashing colours where the different casings fit together and certain parts stick out and overlap where Evan clearly hadn't been able to get them to fit together. There is also a space where it looks like the disk drive had fallen out, Henry thinks he could possibly fit his entire hand inside. Despite it general… state its humming away, both the front and back of it are lined with sticky notes carefully placed as to not obscure the screen. Henry has suspected that Evan must have been doing his own kind of research and getting a solid confirmation of it is good. Below the end table is absolutely packed with books, Fitted together to use up as much space as effectively as he can

There is a Tv stand with an old chunky tv, underneath it is a selection of games carefully shelved the game console itself is next to it with its controller rolled up and set on top of it.

Just behind the couch is a surprisingly large window with a simple transparent white curtain blowing gently in the breeze. The window is completely mobbed with plants some are in standard pots but quite are a lot are growing out of old bottles, milk cartons even some out of machine casings . Clearly anything Evan could get his hands on, upon closer look he spots greenery in every corner of the apartment, in the corners, by the sink everywhere something green. Instead of making the small space seem even more cramped it adds to it instead, the whole apartment smells fresh tinted by the night air coming in through the only window.

Its small and cramped but clearly well loved and well lived in, the pit in his stomach that had opened upon initially catching sight of the apartment building alleviates somewhat.

Which brings him back to the apartments occupant.

Evan seats himself on the couch, arms crossed and absolutely refusing to meet Henrys eyes.

Its time

“What happened down in the tunnels Evan?” Getting straight to the point

Evan finally meets his gaze

Tired does not seem a large enough word for how the kid looks, fatigue seems to be literal weight on his shoulders. For the first time Henry lets himself notice the things he had tried to ignore, the dark bag under his eyes the collar bone jutting out under his thin shirt.

For a beat Evan doesn't say anything but just as Henry's about to open his mouth he turns his gaze towards him single green eye empty and Lost, for a beat longer he says nothing but then he discovers something in the lines of Henrys face and he looks a little less present “Why are you asking me that Mr Emily?” the line is said in barely more than a whisper but it seems to rebound around the small apartment.

A memory then unbidden, William standing half enshrouded in the gloom of his basement with that soft wistful smile that he reserved for a very few.

“Why are you asking me the answer to a question that you don't have, Darling?”

“Oh”, Henry says simply. And something in the smooth façade of Evans face finally cracks you knew he says for a brief second anger flashes onto his face, “you knew and you didn't tell me, his lips pull back from his teeth in a snarl you didn't even try!” Evan leans forward hunching his shoulders fingers twisting into the fabric of the couch.

But then the energy goes out of him and he visibly slumps, “you knew” he murmurs again but this time its empty with a sort of hollow acceptance that strikes Henry to his core and suddenly then

A little boy with half his face covered in bandages gazing at him from the gap in a stairs banister

A old puppet left to rot away reaching out a shaking hand towards him

Henry looks away first.

Evan swipes at his eyes and turns his gaze to the floor.

The silence is oppressive

This conversation is over

But then something that Henry does not expect and does not deserve

Evan releases a shaky breath gets up from the couch and pads over, Henry doesn't move simply watches Evan approach with a small amount of trepidation. Henry doesn't think that Evan is going to hit him but he cant exactly say that it would be undeserved, but Evan doesn't strike him.

Instead he moves forward and wraps his arms around him, for the first time Henry realises that he's taller than him now, not by a lot and its not particularly impressive but he cant stop the small smile it brings to his face anyway. Henry has no preconceived notions about this, he does not deserve this hug and he doesn't deserve Evans forgiveness but Evan clearly needs it so Henry hugs him back anyway.

An Uncle and his nephew alone in a crumbling apartment building, ghost reach forward to tug at them, to lean forward and whisper truths that they cannot hear but for just this moment both of them can pretend that everything is going to be okay.

[sideblogformindtrash]

Alright. A rebranded version of Orfeu, Farlan and Haru's part of the story. It's heavier than it was last time, and everyone's morals are worse. It will have more explicit content, as well. And I really don't know how much of it I'm up to writing, so let's just see how it goes.

CW: human pet; dehumanization; noncon; past and present; noncon alcohol use; BBU-adjacent;

It's not too explicit in this one, a bit more towards the end.

Farlan opened the door of the car for him. He smiled, the man knew how to be a gentleman when he wanted to. 

Stepping outside in the gravel he took a moment to look at the house towering over them. He had been to houses like this one before, some lived in and some abandoned, each telling a story in their carved up stones. 

He couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like, once it was left neglected, with its foundation rotting and paint peeling off the walls and the memories of those who lived there once impregnated on the old cement like grooving smoke.  He couldn’t help but wonder if someday a part of his own soul would be stuck within those walls. After all, Farlan said he could stay for a couple of months, as long as his dad was away.

“Do you like it?” Farlan asked, hooking a hand around his waist.

He smiled, throwing himself against the man’s chest, tip toeing to be able to kiss his cheek. He was so tall, and smelled so good. He knew he was a little fucked up from the times they had chatted a bit… but still was one of his preferred clients. 

“It’s lovely” He winks, suggestively tracing up his back. Although he returns the affection, he doesn’t seem satisfied.

“Be honest. This ain’t you”

He giggles, glad he’s picked that up. Means at least he was paying attention to their conversations. 

“...It 's too big. You know, houses are alive. It will rot and die and crumble and be filled with ghosts and we’ll all be stuck inside it forever. It will someday become a maw”

Farlan glances up at the house, furrowing his brow. 

“That 's alright. I kind of already hate it”

Orfeu smiles. Sometimes it’s not the place itself, but the people inside it that turn a cozy home into a trap.

“Is it really okay for me to be here?”

“Yeah. Dad will be gone for a while. Business and all”

He smiles, swinging on his feet. It’s exciting, and honestly unexpected too.

Over the years, he’s worked his way up to richer and richer clients, till he had a pretty good list of them. They’d take him on travels who could never dream of paying for himself, or meet him at these lavish hotels. Never at their own home. Always a hidden, shameful secret.

Not that he was complaining. He’d be spoiled to the hell and back either way, all he had to do was have some class and give these fuckers some attention. At least Farlan didn’t seem ashamed of him. 

After a last look at the house, Farlan gently pushes him towards the door.

“Let 's go in. It’s cold”

A smile creeps up his face when he sees the inside. It’s even more lavish than he could have expected, every wall and ceiling painted in rococo-like style, every corner filled up with details and golden furniture, the walls built in archways, spiraling staircase in old varnished wood, a golden hanging chandelier. There’s so many trinkets all around… he is sure they won’t miss it when he takes a few.

Well, and there’s a living ghost at the doorstep, white curly hair framing his face like a fallen snow, a perfectly practiced kneeling position, hands softly curved over his lap and a soft pleasant smile. His eyes have nothing but burning devotion. 

“Is that your pet?” 

…The reply is a twitch on Farlan’s face, as it stares down almost hatefully at the kneeling boy.  What the pet could’ve done to deserve such anger he’d never understand, but Farlan had told him about the pet before.

He didn’t want it. He didn’t like them growing up, didn’t like hearing them scream, he didn’t want one now. Yet he was given one and now he just… Hated it. Except he learned to like the screaming.

Orfeu smiled and pretended that didn’t make him a little uncomfortable, but he had met his fair share of pets at this point. It was almost mandatory for his richer clients to have one, and not uncommon for them to want the pet to participate. At the end of the day, having absolute control over someone seemed like a common fetish among those circles, almost as much as being controlled. Even more so when the ‘partner’ was someone who couldn’t safeword out of it. 

And Orfeu would just. Take a deep breath, swallow down his feelings and go along with it. What the fuck was he supposed to do anyway, other than just make sure to keep himself safe?

“He’s adorable” He smiles at the pet. He was infatuated with Farlan up to a second ago and now… Just staring at Orfeu with big scary eyes “May I…?”

He asked the pet, but it’s Farlan who answered. 

“Go ahead. You two will become… very intimate anyway” Farlan nudges the pet with his foot. It's cue enough for the pet to lean forward and kiss his shoe “He’s a desperate little slut. He’ll get wet just from you looking his way”

The pet’s face goes red with shame, the softest mew under his breath, but there is some truth to that When Orfeu touches his head, he seems to melt, exhaling deeply and leaning into the touch so much, he’d fall if Orfeu took his hand away. 

Makes him wonder how much conditioning that took. 

“What is his name?” 

“...Father calls him a songbird sometimes. Ain’t really that” he twists his nose in scorn, but the pet can’t see this time. He’s got his eyes closed, in heaven just from being petted. 

“...You didn’t give him one?”

“He doesn’t need a name. He’s just my thing”

Orfeu smirks, gently pushing the pet back. It mews, sad as the hand is taken away, but he goes back to kneeling, like hands clasped on his lap.

“Well. Your thing. Like me?” 

Farlan fixes up his glasses, glancing away and cleaning his throat. His face flushes a little bit.

“No. No. Not like you”

“...Oh love. Exactly like me. Kinda like you, too~”

There was an abyss between him and the pet, and an even larger one between the two of them and Farlan. But they were all the same dust in the end. They’d all lose a part of themselves in this house and be stuck in here forever, someday becoming ghosts made of smoke. And their lives, in the hands of the same uncaring god. 

“Pet. Bring us wine” Farlan demands, just as a way to interrupt that discussion. The little thing away to fulfill the request “Let’s go up. I’m tired”

He follows close behind, noticing the way Farlan struggles up the stairs ignoring the elevator despite being clearly in pain. He’s pretty sure he left the cane on the car. 

The pet joins them halfway, steps so light he barely notices till he’s right behind them, wine in hand, but not daring to run past his Master. He wonders what his name was before, and where he came from. If at some point in his life, he was held by loving arms, or was it all just misery and pain? Because he remembers being in a lot of pain himself, when he tried to sign away his own life.

Farlan groans, sitting on a big cozy armchair in the bedroom, and relaxing a little as he takes the weight out of his hips. The pet puts the wine on the table, and kneels by his side. 

“Come on. Sit” He gestures to the other armchair. Orfeu considers just going on his lap instead, but Farlan seems to need a moment so he just obeys.

“That’s some fancy fucking wine” The label on the bottle says it’s a least eighty years old and imported. Truthfully, it is wasted on him. He couldn’t differentiate it from a cheap one anyway. Not that he’s complaining, as he swirls it around and makes a whole show of tasting the wine. It’s red and it’s sweet and that’s about all he can say. At least, Farlan seems amused by it. 

“Shouldn’t he get some too?” He asks, glancing at the pet, kneeling quietly on the floor.

Farlan seems to ponder for a moment, then with a gesture, makes the pet crawl towards Orfeu. He kneels at his feet, eyes wide, having a harder time hiding his fear and anxiety now as Orfeu tilts his chin up and takes the cup to his lips. The pet takes an hesitant sip, a line of red dripping down his white skin. 

From there, it is easy enough to finish off the bottle and then move into bed. 

Farlan is brutal with the pet making it cry and whimper, the bed creaking under them. He leaves the pet’s light skin colored with purple bruises, makes him croak and whine and cry. He’s rough with Orfeu too, of course. But hey. Unlike the pet he likes it. And truly… he’d rather invite that attention all on himself.

He does what he can, eventually managing to shift Farlan’s attention, keeping the pet underneath himself, gently petting his hair. 

At some point, they fall asleep together, in a messy, sweaty pile. 

Farlan leaves early in the morning, mumbling something about being late for class, leaving an empty space in the middle of the bed.

Orfeu yawns, and pulls the pet towards him instead, letting it bury his head on his chest, falling asleep again.

tag: @whump-blog (im guessing you wanna tag-)

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP I have been thoroughly wrecked by Yoongi. HIS VOICE? HIS CHARISMA??

My god. He's been your bias since debut?! You're strong woman. How did you do it?? One concert and I'm ready to bear kids for him. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

/gen

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Ask 2: I'm sorry!!! But look at this!!!! twitter com/sujimschim/status/1652517741226790913 looolll I think army's gonna be okay (pun intended lol) Sorry I think I'm having a post wlive high right now. lol Also did you hear about that insanely lucky army who got Yoongi video on their phone AND got to sit next to Jimin during the concert?! Like WOW. I'm amazed. Isn't that harder than the lottery?? lol Ok I'll really stop. Have a good night!!

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Ask 3: A TO THE G TO THE U TO THE STD

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Ask 4: Yoongi looks SO GOOD IN WHITE T WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAYYYYYYSSSSSS?!@#@!K?!@! THANK YOU JIMIN FOR SCOLDING YOOOONNNNGGGGIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

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Ask 5: I love how Yoongi sticks to his first iteration of Sorry for being cute choreo. That choreo is becoming a lore of its own. yoominforlife lol Also OMGGGG his concert haegeum performance is gonna be LIT. I personally really love the name of the song and all the word play that's hidden inside it

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Ask 6: i want to fuck yoongi till the paint peels off the walls i need to suck his thick fat cock clean empty, gobble his midas balls till i gag and after that read him my deontological critique of neitzche's assertion that god is dead. because god is well and truly alive and i just sucked his balls dry. i was lost and stupid in the wilderness of my ignorance of his divine hotness. i doubted your mind for your esteemed love for him. i was foolish but he has made me a believer. i want to be shoooshed by yoongi. then fuck him till he blacks out. consensually.

sorry. pls don't hate me bpp yoongi just drives me so fucking insane.

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Ask 7: D-Day tour setlist is INSANE. Banger after friggin baanger Bpp! Have you tried to rank Suga's songs before? All his solo songs too can you rank them Bpp?

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Hi Anon(s),

Anon in ask 2, your link. And yeah, that person was super lucky. 💜

I need to confess to y’all. I caved and got myself an earlier ticket. Usually, I buy my tickets for later in the tour to give myself time to calm down and adjust. I’d have spoiled the setlist for myself, listened to it ad infinitum till the lyrics were ingrained and my hormones were in equilibrium. But this time I couldn’t wait till the Cali dates, (still going). I had to see Yoongi tonight.

And Christ, I have ascended.

I know I will not be coherent, I’m already trying to self censor as I write , but I want to get this out here because many of you have sent me asks about him, some I know I can’t post ever, so I’m hoping someone else gets it whatever it is I’m tying to say.

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Yoongi is so beautiful.

Yoongi is a rock star, and I mean that in a literal sense. He makes rock music, thinks like a rock star, and sings like a rock star. His live renditions of Amygdala are the perfect example of this. Pairing screamo rock in the chorus with the guitar solos in the outro, everything about Yoongi's vision for that song is centered around liberation, a value that's inherent to a rock star.

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(Yes. That’s the objective correct answer.)

I laughed reading all your asks btw. (Anon in ask 6, I see you, I get you, and I don't judge you.) Ranking Agust D's songs is impossible for me. My personal taste is screamo rock and dirty trap or drill, I like songs with distinct percussion, lots of guitars, and/or distortion, voice cracks, autotune, etc. Artists like Nirvana, ONE OK ROCK, Kendrick Lamar, Twenty One Pilots, and Jimin give me bits and pieces of that sound, but no one in BTS knows how to scratch that itch for me better than Yoongi.

He’s just the right kind of insane to speak my language.

The duality that shimmers around Jimin like a mirage and is central to his magnetism, where you can’t be sure of who, what, exactly you’re looking at - man, woman, child, king, snake, panther, cat, metal, silk, fire, ice - all in one. That duality, lives in Yoongi’s music.

It’s elsewhere too, but it lives in his music. Even underneath all of that, he just makes some of the best music around.

That beat change at the end of Shadow? That's music tailor-made for me. Cypher Pt 3, AGUST D (the song), What Do You Think?, Trivia: Seesaw, the live performances of HUH?! and Amygdala are a revelation. All his music sounds perfectly made for me.

I honestly have no choice but to love him.

(I have no words when it comes to Yoongi.)

I won’t exactly rank his music here. I’ll discuss some of my favourites based on things like production, message, flow, feel, etc. Maybe.

Production

724148

This song is criminally underrated. I mean it's a crime more people aren't screaming from the rooftops about how crisp this track is. Listening to 724148 was the first time it really hit me how brilliant Yoongi is as a producer.

So Far Away ft Suran

You need to listen to this song on good speakers. It will change your life for the better. Do that, then come back here and tell me how you feel.

Burn It ft MAX

You know, when I heard the live performance of this song, I called a friend to help me re-calibrate my speakers. To recreate that feel. The production on the song is insane. Not to mention Yoongi's flow in the second verse.

Amygdala

The guitars are placed and layered perfectly. I love how forward the drums are in the mix. The autotune is one of my favourite things about it too. The entire song is perfect.

Daechwita

Am I the only person who hears the same static in the song intro that continues faintly in the foreground for the entirety of the song? As though you're entering a glitch. It's so sick. The main/central beat doesn't vary much, all the texture comes from Yoongi's adlibs. And he does an excellent job elevating it to something more.

*

(It truly embarrasses me that I cannot allow myself to talk about him. He’s that… much.)

Flow / Delivery

You've all seen me go on and on about Jimin's vocals. About how much Jimin's voice is the catalyst for ecstasy when I listen to BTS's music. But Yoongi's voice affects me just as strongly, if not more, in a very different way.

I’m a sucker for the kitten. That insane high pitched thing he does drives me to the limits of my sanity. But he’s also a natural baritone. A nasty one at that. You can hear it in the music he makes. And that’s my kryptonite.

Have you listened to HUH?! Like, really listened to it? Do you hear his flow from 1:08 - 1:15?

Do you hear how disgusting this brat is?

Fuck.

Let’s just move on.

Some favourites where his flow, delivery, switch-ups, is frankly ridiculous:

Shadow

Burn It ft. MAX

AGUST D

HUH?! ft j-hope

Cypher Pt. 3

Aside, the instrumental of this track, along with Cypher Pt. 4, Dionysus trap remix, Danger MMA 2019 version, and We Are Bulletproof Eternal, is incredible.

*

Feel

Honsool

Making a list based on pure vibes, Honsool has to show up. Yoongi captured the unmoored, untethered feeling of drifting through haze, distilled and crystalized into Honsool. Genius.

Give It To Me

What Do You Think?

HUH ft j-hope

Tony Montana ft. Jimin

I'm a sucker for the grit in their voices in this song. The live version specifically.

(He’s such a problem for me y’all…)

*

Not to get into this, but he also does sweet, poppy songs too. Some faves being That That, Amygdala, People, Trivia: Seesaw…

He is a true artist.

And nothing is hotter than that.

*

Message

I started writing this long paragraph about the themes in his music and stopped because I’ve really gone on long enough. I’m barely keeping it together here. I just saw him lose his mind with happiness at the ARMY who disguised her iPhone as a Samsung. That wide smile on his face is still replaying in my head. I’m happy he’s happy, because he’s made me so happy.

Anyway, some fave tracks I reach for, for their message:

5 - Strange ft RM

4 - UGH

3 - Snooze ft Ryuichi Sakamoto & Woosung

2 - Amygdala

1 - People

In a class of its own, I have to mention The Last. That song is a reckoning and wake up call. It's everything and I'm forever proud of Yoongi for making it.

*

Have y’all imagined what the concert will be like in 2026? Have you really sat down to think about what it could look like? Because I have. And it looks like pure bliss. No matter what is happening in the world at that time, I must see BTS.

It’s a decision I made last June, but Yoongi on this tour has breathed fire into that desire. He’s made me want him, crave his sound, daydream of his music playing in my head…

If I could I would’ve sued this man already.

Anyway, Anon in ask 1, welcome to getting wrecked by Yoongi. He is layer upon delightful layer of loyal, creative, tortured beautiful genius hovering just on the edge of insanity. I’m hopeful that he completes his tour as planned, enlists as planned, serves as planned, and is discharged and back to BTS as planned.

In the meantime, I’ll fully enjoy the time he’s spending with us and the music he’s making for us. I’m happy y’all are joining me in this too. 💜

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Now I’m in the last of us

A young woman wakes up in the last of us not knowing what will happen after she only watched two episodes. How will she survive the apocalypse? And will she find Joel and Elli?

AU of the last of us.

read on wattpad

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Chapter 1.

When I got home from a full day of work, I cooked myself a nice plate of pasta having the recipes from one of the TikTok videos I watched the day before. After that doing my full-face routine so that it wouldn't matter if I would make it to bed or just crash on the couch as it happened more often than I would like to admit.

I was now pretty invested in the series even though I still didn't know what was happening. But I wanted to know what was happening. At the end of the second episode, I was pretty tired but still wanted to know how it would go on. Letting the auto-play let run through so that the next episode would start. Ellie and Joel were just making their way to frank and bills house when I noticed my eyes getting heavier and heavier.

When I woke up, I noticed immediately that something wasn't right. The first thing I noticed was the smell in my apartment. I turned on my couch and had to sneeze. When my eyes opened everything was full of dust. The paint peels off the walls and my bowels with my snacks smelled awful. I still had my skims on and was clean like the day before but everything else around me looked like it wasn't touched in decades. It was weird and I was thinking that this must be a dream, or I was turning crazy.

Maybe I did work too much? Or my brain was just exhausted? I don't know but whatever I just have to find out what's happening. I walk over to my window looking out to the street where it also looked like in the series. What the hell? It can't be possible that I was actually transported into the series like it often happens in fanfiction where a crazy person writes that some random person is transported into their favorite series just to fall in love with their favorite character.

I mean, first of all, I don't know what's happening in that series and second of all I don't have a favorite character. So please someone explain to me what's happening.

But there's no one here. Not a single person is in that got dam building. I tried looking for my neighbors but every apartment on my floor was abandoned.

My own apartment still looked the same as it did only hours before only full of dust and like it wasn't touched in the last 20 years. I still had all my gadgets like my MacBook my iPhone and all the other stuff it just didn't work anymore. The weirdest thing is that the apartments of my neighbors look like from the beginning of the 2000s. which is especially weird because I myself am only 23 so seeing things that I grew up with is super strange.

I am sitting on my bed holding my legs to my chest crying not knowing what the hell I am supposed to do. The whole day just went over with me sitting on my bed looking out of the window now and then. When evening came, I just laid there till sleep or exhaustion came I'm not sure which it was. I only hoped that my mind was playing games with me, and I would wake up again and everything would be the same as it was before.

When I woke up again this new reality was still around me. I screamed. Ugly tears were running down my face. It felt like I didn't even go to sleep. I didn't drink or eaten anything the day before and the crying most likely didn't help my condition. I went to the kitchen hoping that I had something to eat. Right at that moment I deeply regretted not buying any cans of food like I did when I was a student but no. Two days before I got to this new reality being healthy and doing sports being a fucking stick was the goal not just for me but for a lot of women so yes, I tried to eat as little as possible so that I wouldn't have so much fat on me. I'm not skinny per se but also wouldn't say I'm thick or anything just your normal body type but fortunate enough to have good genes so I was well proportioned. But yes, society still made me try to get skinnier and skinnier. But I often failed. I'm one of the people that wouldn't easily lose pounds but if I only breath around a cake I would gain a few pounds. Thinking about that now seems super ridiculous.

If I really am in the last of us that is. I still haven't seen one of the zombies or whatever they are called. The most I know about them is from the two episodes I watched and the walking dead. But what I could gather from the few episodes is that those two fandoms are completely different and that the zombies from the last of us are way worse and much more dangerous. Well, congratulations to me, I guess.

I found one can of beans being grateful that I still had something. After eating that I tried the sink I was astound that it actually still worked so I had a glass of water to hydrate myself. Afterwards I tried gathering things so that I would even have a chance of survival. Deciding that I couldn't stay here in my apartment forever.

I found out that apparently one of my neighbors was preparing for the end of the world they had a bag and all the things that you would need to survive this hell.

I never thought that after covid I would actually have to be prepared for the end of the world only thinking that the end was quarantine which didn't prepare me for things like that. In quarantine being lonely was the only thing that was hard. But I have to say even then I didn't feel as lonely as I do now. Back then there were still people around me now there was no one.

I gathered all that I could find having a few rations of food for the trip. Even though I still didn't know where to go but I thought it would probably be safer outside of the city than not being able to see what was lurking around the next corner. I also found a knife, a backpack, a lighter which was almost empty, and a gun which I found behind the back wall of a closet. I never in my life used a gun but every guy in apocalypse movies or series had one so I would probably have to use one too. But for now, I didn't actually want to use it, being that it is more likely that I would harm myself rather than the person or zombie I would try to use it on. Maybe I could use it as a threat to people if it ever came to this situation. They wouldn't have to know that I don't know how to use it. Now the only difficulty would be to actually get out of the city. Searching my closet for some clothing that I could use was also a thing. I decided to do some good old fashion layering. Putting on a black sports bra from VS, a black cropped t-shirt from Chanel, an oversized hoodie from harry styles merch, some black cargo pants from Lv, my black buffaloes and I still had my gold jewelry on that I got from my grandma. I know that these clothes might not be the best for the end of the world, but they were the only things I had. After I started working and actually working my way up the job ladder, I had enough money being able to buy designer clothing. Which as you can tell I really did.

Next, I got two water bottles for the way. I started my descent from my apartment. I lived on the 10th floor. I tried to be as quiet as I could be, not knowing what will wait for me when I'm outside. Getting to the ground floor I open the double doors that just a few days ago were always opened by the friendly portier Freddy. He was a lovely older man that was like a grandfather always asking how I was and if I need anything and actually meaning it which made it easy for me to really love him in a paternal way. But now he wasn't here anymore, and I made my way outside. I walked down the street making my way outside of the city. I was fascinated by the different plants that were able to make their way through the tarmac. Maybe that wasn't the most intelligent way though it was beautiful I quickly realized that I really had to watch where I'm going. Just a few centimeters before me there was this trail of cordyceps like I had seen in the series where Joel tolled Ellie to watch out it also was already dead, but it also could have been still alive.

When I turned onto the last street that would lead me to the outskirts of the city, I saw the first person since I got to this god-forsaken reality. I ran to this person; I didn't think in that moment just being happy to see another person but as I made my way nearer and nearer, I realized that this human wasn't human at all. They turned in my direction making me able to see into their face. I got slower and slower till I finally came to a stop. I didn't know what I should do now, but they came nearer and nearer and at a speed that I never would have thought a zombie could move. I tried to get my knife out of my pocket at the side of my pants really panicking now that I wasn't able to do it as fast as I would like to. I had the knife in my hand, but it was still protected which was good because I didn't know how to use it but at this moment, I just wanted to use it as fast as possible. The zombie jumped onto me making me lose the knife on the ground while the both of us also fell. I was able to keep their face far away from my body while also searching with the other hand for the knife. My fingertips were able to make contact with the knife, but I wasn't really able to get to it. The zombie was getting more aggressive when I finally got the knife in my hand. Trying to gather all of my strength I punched the knife through the skull of the zombie using full force. Luckily it stopped moving but now the full weight was laying on me. Making my way from out below the zombie I was glad that my survival instincts kicked in. I didn't really get how I survived this, but I was glad that I was now still breathing even if it was very heavy.

After a break trying to catch my breath again, I walked on and found a brick on the side of the road. After finding some fuel and short-circuiting it (I once saw a video on TikTok on how to do this) I was able to make my way much quicker through the city and over to the suburbs of Lincoln, Massachusetts.

[blueberry-bastard1]

Detroit: Midnight

Chapter 2: New Day

__November 5th, 2038 // 3:24PM__

"I deeply apologize for the death of your daughter's nanny. what did you say happened to her?"

"A car hit her, stupid accident."

"Wow, I'm really sorry to hear that. Is your daughter oka-"

"Yeah, she's fine."

"Okay, then. Well, a new nanny will be watching Alice."

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"As a matter of fact, here she comes now."

A woman entered the room and smiled upon seeing Alice.

"Please tell them your name."

"My name is Kara."

__November 5th, 2038 // 4:53PM__

As Todd drove through the city, Kara took a minute to look around. The statues of art and historical figures. Even a statue of a Midnight trying to block a human man's wooden stake. The sight of the statue made Kara's skin crawl.

She knew about the drug. She knew that it gave the recently dead a second chance. What she didn't know is what Midnight can do if a human, alive and well, gets a hold of the red liquid. She knew that the people called them "Modern Vampires" from what she's heard in overheard conversations while training to be Alice's nanny.

Todd drove through the neighborhood. The sight of the environment made Kara's stomach sink. This was Detroit. Well—what it used to be.

Run down houses, playgrounds, a dog park, everything that made Detroit at the time, was a run down. Some houses looked as if a small bomb had gone off inside it. Some even looked as if it was being eaten away by mold or radiation, not really. Todd house though, it was old. Never had a touch up of the white paint peeling on the outside of home. It's fence was clipped as if people were trying to break in.

Todd pulled into the drive way and get out the car. Kara would soon follow by getting out of the car as well. Once she looked up at the front door, Todd had already been there waiting for her. "You comin'?" Todd asked impatiently. "Yes, Todd." Kara said as she hurried to the front door and hurried inside.

As kara entered the house, her stomach sank once more as to seeing the interior of the home. Paint peeling on the walls, furniture old and falling apart, dishes piled high, trash haven't been taken out at all. "I don't care if your a nanny, maid or not." Todd started, making Kara lose her train of thought. "You do the dishes, do the laundry, you cook the dinners. Everything. Got it?" Todd finished looking to Kara fro an answer from her. "Yes, Todd." She replied.

"You also take care of- oh God. Where's the brat gone now!" Todd said looking around. "Alice? Alice! Oh there you are." Todd said seeing Alice, who was now sitting the stairs looking up at her father.

"Alice: Homework, getting dressed. Everything. Got that?" Todd said before storming off to the couch. "Yes Todd." "Start down here then work upstairs." Kara nodded and started on the trash taking it outside.

After finishing the trash, she'd start on the dishes. "Kara! Grab me a beer!" Kara grabbed Todd a beer and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. "I've finished, down here, I'll go start upstairs." Said Kara. Todd replied with an annoyed response. Kara headed upstairs and tidyed up Todd's room. She'd find a magazine. She'd pick up and find that it was layed open. She'd see a story inside.

"Man's daughter is the first child to be revived with Midnight."

Kara's heart sank. A parent spending a fortune on bringing their child back, only for them to stay the same age and height till their parents pass. Kara put the magazine down and started on the other rooms before lastly coming to Alice's room.

Upon entering Alice's room, Alice ran to her sheet fort and hid from Kara. "I'm just going to tidy up your room, Alice. I only need 5 minutes. Are you okay with that?" Kara began cleaning Alice's room.

Tidying up Alice's bed, Kara noticed a book on the floor. "Alice In Wonderland. Of course." Kara said with a smile. Kara knelt in front of Alice. "I hope we can have a nice bond like you and the other Nanny had." Kara said with a soft smile. Alice only looked up at her and played with her toy. "You look bored, what do you like to do for fun?" Alice got up and went to run out the room, I kynto turn around and hand Kara a key before running out the room.

Kara stood up before realizing where the key went to. Kara walked up to the box on Alice's dresser before unlocking it. Music started to play from it. Kara looked inside the the music box and pulled out drawings. As she looked through the drawings, she saw a process of Alice playing with her past nanny, to Alice then being covered in the Nanny's blood. The next and last drawing showed the bloodied nanny and Alice's father holiday gun.

Kara quickly and hurriedly our everything back into the music box before closing it. Kara quickly made her way done the stairs to tell Todd she had finished the upstairs, only to see Todd slowly approach Alice.

"Whatcha doin'?" Asked Todd. "Playing." Said Alice. "Playing..." Todd repeated. "This is all your fault. All of this is your fault." Kara stayed there, standing still on the stairs making sure not to be seen. Kara's heart sank. "You hate me, don't you?" Asked Todd. "Say you hate me." Todd ordered Alice. Todd picked Alice up and screamed at Alice. "SAY YOU HATE ME!!!"

Todd saw the stream of tears running down Alice's face. Todd started tearing up seeing his daughter cry, regretting what he'd done. "Oh God, what am I doing?" He asked himself. "I'm so sorry, I love you so much." Todd started. "You know I love you, right?" Todd said as he sobbed as he held his daughter in a tight embrace.

All Kara could do was watch as it all unfolded. Her heart ached for Alice. She wanted to help her, but she knew with the state Todd is in and how he treats his win daughter, Kara can't even imagine what would happen if she were to do something about Todd's abuse to Alice.

[alittlesilhouettoofaman]

Sleeping Together, an excerpt from Froger Love

Ever since boarding school, Freddie had hated sleeping alone. He'd been sent so far from home, and he missed his baba and mama so much. He didn't fit in at boarding school, something the other boys made abundantly clear, calling him buck tooth or bucky. London was lonely. Lonelier than Freddie had ever imagined, but then he found Brian, Roger, and John.

Queen was doing well, but they needed to think bigger... All four of them were crammed into Roger's dingy van, squabbling about something silly. Well, not that silly. 

 "I don't want to share a room with you!" Brian exclaimed. 

"Why not!" Roger whined. 

 "Mate, you fucking stink, and I'm not staying up till four with you again." Brian glared at Roger. "I'll be sharing a room with John, and that's final." 

"But there's only one bed!" Roger tried to whisper. He just couldn't. "I know you better than Fred. No offense, mate." 

Freddie sighed. "Dears, we've been driving for hours. We're all knackered. Let's stop fighting and get some sleep." Honestly, Freddie was looking forward to sharing a bed with Roger. He was always so warm. Roger went silent as Brian parked the van; his lips slightly puckered. 

They grabbed their stuff, all of them staring up at the dingy hostel they found themselves in front of. 

The paint was peeling off of the walls and half of the sign was missing. 

"Well, isn't this lovely," Brian winced. 

"Maybe it will be better inside?" Freddie considered hopefully. 

"It can't exactly be any worst," John chimed in dryly. 

Unfortunately, they were proven wrong about that. Reluctantly, they checked in, knowing they had little choice given that they'd never been to the city before. 

Roger swallowed thickly as he shut the hotel door behind them. The hair on his arms prickled at the thought of being alone with Freddie. It both terrified and excited him at the same time. "Some hotel, huh?" Roger chuckled awkwardly as he set his suitcase to the side. He suddenly felt so unsure of himself-something which seemed to happen a lot in Freddie's company.

“Oh, this is nothing,” Freddie said, kicking off his go-go boots. “You should’ve seen the hovel we stayed in after we left Zanzibar.” Freddie shimmied out of his tight jeans and plopped onto the bed. He was completely oblivious to Roger’s staring. “I hate when we’re stuck in the van for so long! My legs are sore!” Clad in nothing but a silk shirt, Freddie started jumping on the bed just like a child. He giggled at Roger’s horrified expression. 

“What are you doing?” Roger asked. 

“Flying!” Freddie giggled. “C’mon, get your feet off the ground!”

Roger pursed his lips, fighting a smile at the amusement jumping on the bed seemed to bring to Freddie. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like that. Unable to resist, he kicked off his shoes and made a beeline for the bed…the furniture creaking below their combined weight. “Whoops!” Roger exclaimed as both of them lost their balance, tumbling backward against the bed with a smile. 

“God this feels more ancient than Brian’s old banger of a van outside!” Freddie giggled; his eyes crinkled with mirth. 

It brought a warmth inside of Roger at the noise. It had been so long since he’d felt that same happiness, and it was impossible not to get swept away with Freddie.

"I'm surprised it held up under our weight." Freddie laughed, imagining the ancient bedframe giving way and them ending up even closer to the dirty floor. 

"Don't even joke about that!" Roger looked horrified. 

"Well, I suppose we'll not break the bed then. But that doesn't mean our night of fun has to end." 

"Hmm?" Roger hummed. 

Freddie grinned. "Have you ever gone sock sliding?"

“Sock sliding?” Roger frowned. Growing up, he’d not had many sleepovers with friends, so most childhood games were lost on him. “What’s that when it’s at home?” 

“You’ve never heard of sock sliding?” Freddie asked in indignation. “Oh sweetie, you haven’t lived. Let me show you how it’s done.” 

Roger watched Freddie carefully bound up from the bed, delicate and noiseless as a cat. All of his worries about sharing a room and a bed with Freddie had disappeared, and the two of them were back to being their usual silly selves together. It was just the distraction Roger needed.

Grabbing Roger's hand, Freddie pulled him into the hallway. "Now, it's important, we're wearing socks, otherwise it won't work, and this hostel's perfect because it's not carpeted. All we need now is a running start!" Freddie ran and slid down the hallways. Laughing like a little kid, he hollered, "C'mon, Rog, your turn!" 

Roger watched him, lips pursed in amusement. But he figured he could use the distraction. “Oh, what the hell.” Roger followed his lead, stepping backward and sliding himself forward along the wooden floor. He slipped, falling to the ground with a giggle. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this free.

Freddie jumped on top of Roger.  They both shook with laughter. 

“Shhh!” Someone from a different room hushed. 

Freddie and Roger giggled. 

A door opened and Brian poked his head out, “Quiet down!” Roger and Freddie roared with laughter.

Roger had never felt as free and giddy. All of his anxieties about being with Freddie disappeared, and it was like he couldn't stop laughing. "Oops," Roger gasped out between more giggles. "I think we've just been told off." 

"I'll make it up to him tomorrow." 

Roger blinked, partly taken back by the beautiful image of Freddie on top of him, a cheeky grin on his face, and his dark, shiny hair falling across his slight shoulders. He'd never noticed just how full and soft Freddie's lips seemed. In fact, they looked inviting.

As their laughter died down, Freddie could feel just how close he was to Roger. “I-I suppose we should get some sleep?” Roger doesn’t like men, Freddie tried to remind himself. He’s my best friend. That’s all.

Roger swallowed thickly, his gaze drawn to the curve of Freddie's lips. It would be so easy to lean forwards and kiss him, cover his smile with his own, but then...what would happen after that? He was no good at relationships. His last one proved that. The thought of losing Freddie for good made his heart clench in his chest. "I guess so," Roger said reluctantly, though he couldn't seem to make his body follow that command. Instead, he remained where he was, his arm sliding round Freddie's slim waist. God, this feels so right, Roger thought to himself wistfully.

Freddie sighed. He had never been able to love anyone halfheartedly. He loved Roger as a friend, of course, he loved him as more. But Roger didn’t know how to love right or how to love right in return. He always came to Freddie for advice, but what could Freddie say?

Roger felt his cheeks burn as Freddie slowly detangled himself from his embrace, his gaze towards the floor. A pang of panic shot through Roger at the thought of him already messing up the fragile bond between him and Freddie. He ran a hand through his hair, painfully aware just how aroused he had already gotten at their closeness. Freddie's lithe body pressed against his had felt too good to ignore... Roger shivered, his mouth dry at the prospect of how electric that first kiss might had been. But alas, Freddie would never feel the same way. And he liked him too much as a friend to lose him. "Beer?" It was the only thing Roger could think of to say. Lord knew, he could do with a drink.

Freddie snorted. "I suppose we'll both be smashed anyways. Who needs sleep anyway?" Freddie considered himself a night owl. He was always restless, but there was something about the darkness that made his thoughts bubble up like a lava lamp. "I think there's a bar downstairs." A bit of numbness would do him good because then he wouldn't care so damn much. 

Roger nodded, looking away until he didn’t quite feel so flushed. He was already slightly tipsy but the ability to his numb his thoughts and feelings further was a very tempting offer. “Let’s go.” Roger lead the way, striding down the hallway with a determined spring in his step. His heart was still racing and his body still felt all tingly from their near kiss. He couldn’t get the image out of his head—the two of them entwined. How good it would feel. He shivered, clearing his throat and desperately searching for a distraction of some kind. 

Freddie followed after Roger, trying to clear his thoughts of Roger's tight pants, or how his shirt didn't quite cover his toned back. Freddie shook his head. He stared at the colorful carpet instead, but it gave him the heebie-jeebies because it looked like the carpet from The Shining. Finally, they arrived at the dark bar. It was well into the morning and past the time for parties, so it was quite empty. Freddie hurried and ordered vodka. "Here's to us, I suppose," Freddie toasted, trying not to stare at Roger for too long. But it was impossible, wasn't it? Roger was a creature of sunlight and morning dew; he simply shone too brightly to ignore.

Roger smiled, his eyes lingering on the curve of Freddie's lips as he made a toast. He clinked his glass against his, holding his gaze as he took a sip. "To us." The burn of vodka against Roger's throat was delicious. It was just the distraction he needed.

“To us,” Freddie echoed. Friendship is better than nothing. Roger had a strange look in his eyes. But Freddie didn’t question it. He wondered how Roger saw him because when he looked in the mirror he didn’t see anything special. Just a boy who was too wild and reckless…

“So,” Roger cleared his throat, searching for a conversation starter. “How do you reckon this tour will go?” They all knew it was make or break. It was just another thing that was playing on Roger’s mind.

Freddie didn’t know. He wanted to say that of course, the tour would go fabulous. But the truth was, he didn’t know. “I’ll sing my heart out. You’ll drum your arms off. Brian will bore us all to death, but he’ll play his guitar strings off. And Deaky, well, he’ll keep us grounded. But his legs might fall off with that funky dance of his.”

Roger chuckled in fond agreement. John had only been with them for a few months, but he’d already fit in with them so well. They were a band but first and foremost, it already felt like a family. That was exactly why these newfound feelings for Freddie made things so much more complicated, he thought, his gaze lingering on Freddie’s lips a fraction too long as he went to take a sip of his drink. Freddie arched one eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. “What?” “What?” “You’re staring.” “No, I’m not,” Roger insisted, cringing internally for having got caught as he reluctantly tore his gaze away and sipped his own drink. He should have been more upset given he’d only just broken up with his girlfriend. But he’d known it was the right thing to do. They barely saw each other now that the band was taking off. And if Roger was truly being honest with himself, he’d been having more and more fantasies about a certain beautiful and exotic lead singer for quite some time. Now they were sharing a bed for the whole night-and all Roger could think was how much he was dying to kiss him. Consequences be damned. 

“I suppose we should at least try to get some sleep,” Freddie said softly. He doubted he would be able to sleep so closely beside Roger. But he couldn’t take Roger’s staring anymore. Roger was looking at him like bees and flowers…

“Err…yeah, I guess you’re right,” Roger reluctantly agreed, downing the rest of his drink and forcing his gaze away. He felt flushed with embarrassment and desire. He knew he could be a lot—he’d been told as much by almost everyone he’d ever met throughout the whole of his life. When he liked someone, he was all in. But it was different this time. It was Freddie. He would have to tread carefully. For starters, he wasn’t even convinced the feelings were mutual. Secondly, the band was too important to mess this up. And thirdly, if he managed to chase Freddie away…Brian would kill him. But the thought of spending a whole night so painfully close to Freddie was in the forefront of Roger’s mind. “Apologies in advance if I snore,” Roger tried to joke as they walked slowly back up to their room. “My sister always reckoned I’m louder than a trombone.” March 28, 2023

Freddie giggled. “I’m a bit of a bed hog.” Most of his lovers hated how clingy he was in his sleep. But his whole life he’d just wanted to be close to someone. Freddie was unsteady on his feet as he followed Roger back to their room. He wasn’t sure if Roger was talking. He couldn’t hear anything over the drumbeat of his heart.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Roger admitted, looking back at Freddie with a smile, which quickly disappeared from his face when he saw how pale Freddie had suddenly turned. “Freddie?! A-are you okay?” He raced to his side, putting a hand against his back and trying to gauge what was wrong. March 30, 2023

Freddie shivered against Roger's touch. "F-Fine, darling, just floated away for a moment." Roger frowned. But Freddie didn't want to explain. He lay beside Roger, staring at how his golden hair almost looked silver in the dark. He thought Roger was sleeping, so he whispered, "You deserve someone who loves you. You give yourself to all of these girls, but none of them love you, not really. And I'd give anything to love you... but I can't because no one's ever loved me either."

Roger remained still, attempting to get his head around what he’d just heard. He’d been on the cusp of sleeping when Freddie began to speak. He rolled over, catching the way Freddie’s eyelashes were fluttering softly. He put his hand on his waist and moved himself closer. “You deserved to be loved too,” Roger whispered ardently. “You’re perfect just the way you are. I just wish you could see that too.”

Startled, Freddie was terrified that Roger had overheard his heart's greatest secret. He couldn't even process Roger's words... And Roger, knowing Freddie better than anyone else, pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. "We both deserve love," he whispered. "And I think we've been fools not realizing how much we love each other." Freddie blinked back tears, drowning in the ocean of their kiss...

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

writing doesn't go brrr, so playlist for morinel (backstory edition/up to start of canon)

listening links; spotify, youtube

little flower - you'll rise in the wake of the winter / when april calls you from the ground / you'll laugh as the rain starts to whisper / and hold your head up to the clouds

funeral song - if these bare walls could sing, they would sing us a funeral song / push their wooden words into your mouth / they would not wish to be a burden to your tongue

stop and stare - this town is colder now, i think it's sick of us / It's time to make our move, iI'm shakin' off the rust / i've got my heart set on anywhere but here

all the stars - all the stars in the sky, burn to black close your eyes / all the stars in the sky, say goodbye say goodbye / we were here yesterday, now we seem so far away

heirloom - you try your hardest to leave the past alone / this crooked posture is all you've ever known / It is the consequence of living in between / the weight of family and the pull of gravity

crystals - i know i'll wither, so peel away the bark / 'cause nothing grows when it is dark / in spite of all my fears, i can see it all so clear / i see it all so clear

how about forever - there was a time though it seemed strange / when i didn't know your face / and i didn't know your name / somewhere our paths crossed along the way / and now there is only one more thing I've got to say

bow and arrow - won't you hold my hands over my heart? / i want you to close my eyes when it grows dark / oh, we go over the mountains and under the stars

in the embers - like fireworks, we pull apart the dark / Compete against the stars, with all of our hearts / till our temporary brilliance turns to ash / We pull apart the darkness while we can

small hands - and all the angers that they hid inside your chest / we will unravel all of the chains / and toss the remnants all down the drain

kings & queens & vagabonds - restless souls in the desert sand / dream of another land / that heroes and villains claimed before

hell or high water - trees are burning, ravens fly / smoke is filling up the sky / we are running out of time / when the river's running red /and we begin to falter / we'll hang on to the edge

trouble - trouble, coming in the dead of night / trouble, making everything all right / it's in your blood / it's in your bones / you cannot sleep for-

things we lost in the fire - things we lost to the flames / things we'll never see again / all that we've amassed / sits before us, shattered into ash

soldier - soldier keep on marching on / head down till the work is done / waiting on the morning sun / soldier keep on marching on

heart of darkness - the quiet, it swallows us / what's waiting around the corner / senses we cannot trust / hunted by unseen horrors

all the king's horses - i knock the ice from my bones / try not to feel the cold / caught in the thought of that time / when everything was fine, everything was mine

i of the storm - if i could face them / if i could make amends with all my shadows / i'd bow my head and welcome them / but i feel it burning / like when the winter wind stops my breathing

paint - i know how to dream, know how to dream / still, there's a wound and i'm moving slow / though it don't show, though it don't show / i've got a hole where nothing grows / how little you know, how little you know

home ii - broken stones, broken lightning / this house of doubt is what we know / chasing down the silver linings / of wounded minds and wounded souls

the weight of living, pt. i - stepping forward out into the day / shrugging off the dust and memory / though it's soaring still above your head / it is out of sight and none shall see

[inklore]

I feel like Jonathan majors is nasty in bed. like NASTYYYYYYYY. I just need 10 minutes i swear 🧎🏾‍♀️

till the paint is peeling off the walls bestie!!!!