#longest blackout for me that’s for sure

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hiya guys my internet and power had been out for a couple days. it’s all good now, but I’m still playing catch up with comms & whatnot, so I’ll have those out soon. thanks sm for being patient w me

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I Hate It When You're Drunk - 2

Character: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

Summary: A forbidden love between a princess and her bodyguard. They love each other deeply, but their relationship is threatened by the tyrant king's oppressive rule and their differing social statuses.

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"Good morning, Your Highness." One of your servants opened the heavy curtains of your bedroom.

"Morning." You groggily rubbed your eyes, slowly sitting up in bed. Your head pounded from the remnants of last night's alcohol. "What's my schedule today?" you asked, wincing as the bright light from the open curtains hit your eyes. Every movement felt like a struggle, your limbs heavy and your mind foggy from the overindulgence.

"We've made sure to clear it until noon because you're not in the best condition." Even the servants were used to your drunken state.

"Perfect." You sighed. With some effort, you got out of bed and started getting ready.

Your head still felt dizzy from last night's drinking. You shouldn't have drunk so much. What had triggered you to drink until blackout was seeing another of your friends getting married. You felt happy for her, but deep down, you were jealous because they could marry without any objections.

But your father is the king. And to make it worse, he's a tyrant king. He controls every aspect of your life, dictating whom you can and cannot love.

As you finished dressing and stepped out of your room, Bucky was waiting for you, as always. His eyes softened with concern as he saw you.

"Headache?" Bucky asked, his voice gentle.

"A little bit." You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I went overboard again last night, didn't I? I'm sorry." You leaned your head against his chest, seeking comfort.

His fingers gently brushed your hair, soothing you. "Don't drink like that anymore," he said, his voice filled with a quiet pain. He hated seeing you hurt yourself like this.

You nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. Then, you took his hands in yours. "Let's go. We can't waste more time."

Bucky followed you, his grip firm yet tender. Walking hand in hand through the hallway was the longest moment you could be together like a real couple. This short walk was your favorite part of the day, a fleeting taste of the life you both wished you could have.

As you moved through the palace, the sun streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows on the marble floors. The silence between you was filled with unspoken words and shared glances. Bucky's presence was a steady anchor in your tumultuous life, and these stolen moments were your refuge from the storm of royal duties and impossible expectations.

You squeezed his hand a little tighter, silently promising each other that, no matter what, you would always find a way to be together, even if only in these brief, precious moments.

But the moment ended when you entered the dining room. Bucky couldn’t join you; only royalty or invited guests were allowed. He had to stand outside. It was always difficult to let go of his hand.

"You need to eat," Bucky reminded you gently.

"Can’t we eat together?" you whined, a pout forming on your lips.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." He chuckled lightly.

You rolled your eyes, sighing in defeat. "Fine."

Suddenly, one of the guards interrupted, causing you to release Bucky’s hand. The guard greeted you and announced, "The king has returned."

"Okay," you replied. Then you realized the gravity of the situation and looked at Bucky, "Fuck. Wasn't he supposed to come back next week?"

Bucky immediately switched into professional mode. He spoke through his earpiece, issuing commands, "Prepare for the entrance."

The king had been on a world tour for conferences and the Olympics. While he was away, you had used the opportunity to be close to Bucky. But now, that had to end since your father was back.

After two hours, the entourage and the king arrived. As the princess, you had to welcome him at the grand entrance along with the ministers. While waiting, you kept glancing at Bucky, who stood far to your left. He looked strong and imposing, like a knight straight out of a storybook, his posture radiating vigilance and strength.

The horns blew, signaling the king's arrival.

"King Leonard Damon II has arrived!"

When the announcement was made, everyone bowed. The large doors opened, and the most important figure in the country stepped into the castle.

King Leonard Damon II was a man in his 50s. He looked dignified and confident, his presence commanding respect. His eyes, however, seemed lifeless, devoid of any warmth or feeling. It was understandable; he was known as the tyrant king.

Leonard acknowledged everyone with a curt nod, but his gaze lingered on Bucky for a brief moment before returning to you. It made your heart race.

"Continue with today's agenda," the king commanded as he walked, not pausing for rest despite just arriving.

You felt a sense of foreboding. Glancing at Bucky, you saw your worry reflected in his eyes.

As the king walked past, you couldn't help but feel the tension in the air. His return meant a return to strict protocols and the end of the small freedoms you had enjoyed. Your mind raced with possibilities, wondering what his sudden return would bring.

Bucky stood tall, his eyes following the king while staying alert to potential threats. His presence was a silent reassurance, yet you couldn't shake the unease in your chest. The king's glance at Bucky had been brief, but it carried a weight that made you anxious.

You straightened your posture, preparing to follow the day's agenda, but your thoughts were still with Bucky. You managed a small, reassuring smile in his direction before turning to follow your father.

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The meeting primarily involved discussing the results of the king’s world tour. The Veridian Economic Minister, Hugo, who had accompanied the king on the journey, excitedly explained, "Many foreign investors are interested in investing in our beloved country. It will boost the economy significantly."

"They won’t be taxed?" you interjected.

"Ahem, that’s right, Your Highness." Hugo was always startled whenever you spoke up. He glanced nervously at King Leonard, but the king didn't seem to mind his daughter interrupting the presentation.

"That's great," you continued. "But I hope that as Veridian's GDP rises, we will also support the younger generation who want to start their own businesses. We should offer small loans and assistance because they are the future pillars of our country."

As you spoke, everyone listened intently.

"I agree, Your Highness. I see that you've met with young entrepreneurs during our absence," Hugo remarked.

"It's good to see you engaging with them," King Leonard added.

Everyone nodded in agreement. "She’s perfect as the next ruler," Hugo commented.

"She only needs one thing: a spouse," someone interjected. The room filled with murmurs of agreement, but you flinched at the mention.

"I already have candidates in mind," King Leonard announced.

After his declaration, the room fell silent, followed by applause. "That’s wonderful. If it's King Leonard's choice, the person must be the best," the ministers echoed their support.

You sat there, your nails digging into your thighs, looking at your father with a mixture of anger and frustration, your eyes burning with unshed tears.

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Everyone left after the meeting was over except you and the king.

You fixed your gaze on Leonard, who appeared unruffled, as he always did in moments of confrontation. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, as he lounged back in his ornate chair, fingers steepled in front of him.

His eyes, cold and calculating, never wavered from your face as if he could read every thought passing through your mind.

"Say it," he commanded, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a knife.

You swallowed hard, feeling the pressure of his gaze bearing down on you. Slowly, deliberately, you spoke, your voice steady despite the turmoil. "I already said that I won’t get married unless it’s Bucky."

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Leonard's face, gone as quickly as it appeared. His lips curled into a half-smile, devoid of warmth or amusement. "Over my dead body," he replied coolly, the threat underlying his words unmistakable.

"Should I take your life first so I can be with the man I love?" you retorted, your voice shaking with emotion.

"My child," he said, leaning back in his chair with a casual air, the leather creaking softly under his weight. He studied you with a cold, almost amused detachment, his fingers lightly drumming on the armrest.

"You’re not a killer like me," he continued, his voice smooth and unyielding.

The word 'killer' sent a shiver down your spine. Because it was true, you were different from him. The reason why King Leonard Damon II was called the tyrant king was because he was a cold-blooded killer.

Leonard had killed his own siblings to secure the throne. He felt no remorse after taking their lives. Not just relatives, but also anyone who objected to him being king. This included the family of the queen, his own wife, your mother.

"Do you hate Bucky because of what happened to my mother?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Leonard fell silent, then hurled his glass of wine across the room. "Never mention that woman."

"There’s no evidence that she ran away with her bodyguard," you insisted. This was the kingdom's biggest secret. Outside the castle walls, everyone believed the queen had died of illness. But the truth was, she was missing. You didn’t know if your mother was alive or dead.

You understood why your mother might have run away from your father. He never acted violently towards her, but his actions against her family made her hate him. She had never wanted to be a queen. One day, she vanished, and her guard also went missing a few days later.

Leonard became obsessed with finding his wife. He spared no expense, sending out the kingdom’s most skilled trackers and investigators to scour the land. Despite their efforts, every lead turned cold, and every trail went nowhere.

You rubbed your forehead, feeling the weight of your family's complex dynamics. "If I’m not married, will you still pass the throne to me?"

The lack of an immediate answer gnawed at you, amplifying the uncertainty of your future. You knew your father’s mind was a labyrinth of ambitions and schemes, where even the most straightforward question could hide layers of strategy. His silence spoke volumes, a testament to his unwillingness to relinquish control or reveal his true intentions.

"Father?" you prompted.

Finally, Leonard spoke, his voice measured and devoid of warmth. "Maybe. Perhaps after 10, 15 years," he said, his tone betraying no hint of reassurance.

You hadn’t expected this. "I should’ve known. You never planned to make me a queen," you said, feeling a surge of despair. Without becoming queen, you couldn’t marry the man you loved.

Leonard's face remained expressionless, his eyes cold and unyielding. The tension in the room was palpable, and you felt a mix of anger and hopelessness. Your dreams of a future with Bucky seemed to slip further away with each passing second.

Your father’s silence spoke volumes. He had always been calculating and ruthless, willing to sacrifice anything and anyone for his own power. The realization that he never intended for you to rule cut deep.

You clenched your fists, trying to steady your breathing. "So, my fate is to remain a pawn in your game?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leonard stood up, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the room. "You will do as you are told, for the good of the kingdom," he declared, turning to leave.

As he walked away, you felt a tear slip down your cheek. You were trapped in a gilded cage with no way out. Your love for Bucky seemed destined to remain unfulfilled, crushed under the weight of your father's tyranny.

When Leonard reached the door, he paused and looked back at Bucky, who had been waiting outside. "Remember your place," he said coldly before exiting the room, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts and fears.

Bucky’s grip tightened as he watched the king leave. Once Leonard was out of sight, he rushed to your side. As he entered, his eyes immediately found you already on the ground, knees pressed against the cold stone.

Shock mingled with concern in his eyes as he took in your tear-streaked face, your eyes red and puffy from crying. Seeing you in such distress tore at his soul. He wished he could shield you from the pain, protect you from the harsh realities that surrounded your life.

"Hey," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos. "I'm here." His words were simple but carried a world of comfort and unwavering support. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender and gentle.

Seeing your pain, Bucky's heart ached. What had the king said to you?

Without a word, you collapsed into his arms, your body trembling. He held you close, his strong arms enveloping you in a protective embrace. You buried your face in his shoulder, your sobs muffled against his uniform.

"Oh, Bucky, what should I do?" you cried, your voice breaking.

Bucky gently stroked your hair, his hand moving in soothing circles. "Shh, it's going to be alright," he whispered, though he knew the words felt hollow. His own heart was heavy with the knowledge of the king's cruelty.

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brothersbestfriend!Robin who fucks reader everytime she's over the house. Once reader's brother is practically blackout drunk or tired, she goes over to reader's room and has her fun with reader 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

(I don't even have a brother, nor do i know where this came from. But obviously I felt like ur inbox is the most suitable for this one)

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⋆˙⟡

-r.b. x reader

summary: the title is pretty self explanatory but here’s my take on having somewhat of a summer romance with your brother’s handsome best friend (robin buckley, duh?)

warnings: SMUT!! (mdni), vaginal fingering, oral sex, strap-ons, semi-public sex, light spanking, orgasm denial, nipple play, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good girl, my girl, princess), maybe the slightest bit of humiliation if you squint, let me know if i missed anything!!

a/n: thank you @aylasology for requesting this and for helping me with the creation of these headcanons!! as always, find my summer fic masterlist here!

⟡ your brother’s best friend who always wears a strap beneath her pants when she comes over (to see you). you can feel the bulge press against your center when she pulls you in for a hug, certain she can hear the soft gasp that falls from your lips.

⟡ you’ve been crushing on her for the longest time. how could you not? she’s funny, and -truth be told- kinder than your brother’s other friends. on top of that she’s so god damn handsome.

⟡ but you would’ve been too scared to actually try and make the first move.

⟡ so you’re grateful that she’s the one to flirt with you at one of your brother’s parties: when walking past you, she moves your body out of the way with a hand on your waist. a hand that lingers.

⟡ playful banter over a shared drink turns into two, which then turns into innocent dancing together.

⟡ the rest is history, but led to frequent make out sessions in your room, to secret touches when no one’s around, to fucking in the back of her car.

⟡ whilst you don’t want anyone to know, robin loves to tease you around your brother: putting her hand on your leg under the table or whispering things in your ear when she’s passing by.

⟡ brother’s best friend!robin who fingers you on the dinner table when it’s just the two of you ??

⟡ she’d never tell but when she’s done with you or when you leave her alone in your room, she steals your underwear from time to time (though you’ve obviously noticed that they’re missing and that she must’ve taken them)

⟡ so when robin is back at her place she’ll get it out from her back pocket and finger herself raw to the thought (and scent) of you.

⟡ once you figured her out, catching a glimpse of a lilac pair of panties that’s peeking out of her pocket, you make sure to leave them in places where she’ll find them.

⟡ or she’ll simply take them from you once she’s done eating you out in the bathroom. just shoves them into her pocket and leaves you with shaky legs and no panties to put back on.

⟡ brother’s best friend!robin who catches you masturbating because you forgot to lock your door. she walks right in on you fingering yourself or humping your pillow while moaning her name.

⟡ once, she pushes you against the wall of your room so your face is pressed against it. she bends you over at the waist and takes your from behind like this.

⟡ “gotta be quiet for me baby. your brother is right next door. we wouldn’t want him to know what i’m doing in your room now, huh?” “shh, be quiet sweet thing” etc.

⟡ and if a moan does slip out, robin smacks your clit until your gushing, hissing: “that’s not quiet baby” into your ear.

⟡ she definitely puts a remote controlled bullet vibrator into your underwear when you’re hanging out with your brother and his other friends.

⟡ + she turns it up every time it’s your turn to speak.

⟡ and when robin notices you trying to sneak off to the bathroom for some relief, she obviously follows you, making up some vague excuse of you “seeming a little unwell”.

⟡ (you’ll end up with one leg thrown around her waist and her fingers in your mouth while she’s fucking her strap into you)

⟡ sucking robin’s strap in the back of her car that’s parked in your driveway???

⟡ after she took you out for dinner, robin offers you a ride home. you told your family you’d be out with friends so you have to be quick so they won’t spot the familiar car in the driveway.

⟡ her hands are in your hair and her strap is nudging the back of your throat as you bob your head along its length.

⟡ she moans whenever you take it into your mouth deeper, as if she could actually feel your warmth around her.

⟡ she does that whenever she’s fucking you, whether it’s her fingers or her cock sinking into you: pretends she can actually feel your cunt throbbing around her.

⟡ “so tight for me princess, fuck”

⟡ and she makes the most obscene noises when she’s going down on you: whimpering and moaning like a woman starved whenever she has the chance to eat you out.

⟡ she definitely has somewhat of an oral fixation.

⟡ always in the mood to eat you out if you’ll let her. always either sucking on your clit or fucking her tongue into you.

⟡ when you’re riding her, she’ll suck your nipples into her mouth immediately: the sight of your bouncing breasts right in front of her eyes too tempting for her not to give in.

⟡ and that woman has got stamina.

⟡ she can and she will spend hours between your legs: both arms wrapped around your thighs to spread them for her mouth while she eats you out.

⟡ her, holding you open with her thumbs to spit on your pussy???

⟡ it’s a rather rare occasion but when you do go down on her she’s loud.

⟡ she’ll hold you by the hair, groan in pleasure and praise you.

⟡ she’s so sensitive too!! <33

⟡ moaning for you and your pretty mouth and you haven’t even flicked her clit with your tongue yet.

⟡ robin will always be in charge though: she’ll pull you by the hair until she’s got you where she wants you. and if you don’t give her that, she’ll spin you onto your back and ride your face.

⟡ she’s lowkey athletic from some kind of sport she does with your brother.

⟡ which comes in handy when it comes to her picking you up and fucking you up against the nearest wall

⟡ additionally, you love to trace the the fine outline of her abs

⟡ pulling down her boxers whilst kneeling in between her legs and watching the strap come free 👁️👁️

⟡ she loves to talk dirty to you. she literally will not stop. not when she’s pounding into you, not when she’s eating you out, not when she’s finger fucking you mindless.

⟡ you’re pretty sure that, by now, her voice is probably enough to get you off.

⟡ „that’s it, that’s my girl. come on, cum for me baby”

⟡ robin loves to make you work for it: she loves to have you on your back, at her mercy, with her fingers fucking you closer and closer to the edge without ever pushing you over it.

⟡ “aw, do you want to cum baby? yeah? i see the way you’re lifting those hips for me. are you getting close? yeah?”

⟡ but she could never deny you for too long: she loves it when you fall apart beneath her. she loves to watch your pussy throb or even gush with your orgasm and the way your face contorts in pleasure.

⟡ robin would quite literally fuck you everywhere if given the chance. and even though it’s not often that you get to have the house to yourselves, when it does happen she makes good use of it…

⟡ …by bending you over the kitchen counter or the armrest of the couch.

⟡ but her favorite way of fucking you might just be eating you out from behind.

⟡ with your cunt fluttering around her tongue and your ass against her palms all while she’s making you cum again and again.

[runsintheblood]

Family Bingo 2024 Roundup

A great big thank you to all the authors, artists, and commenters that participated in our inaugural Family Bingo event! We're absolutely blown away by the joyous enthusiasm with which everyone has made this such a resounding success, and created so many phenomenal fanworks for the fam, which are recorded below for your perusal. Go devour them and shower em with comments and kudos (our commenter role award is available until Halloween if you catch em all!) cuz there's some thoroughly fangtastic pieces here. First, some stats:

We got a jaw-dropping total of 38 works submitted!

We had 8 players, and 6 of them won Bingo! Congratulations!!

No blackouts this time, but both @bigbad1880 and @reallyreal-madeingold went above and beyond with 6 and 7 fanworks respectively

Our first player to get Bingo! was @reallyreal-madeingold

The longest work submitted was For My Toy Love by @myboyknows (girlpire) at 15,206 words

Conversely, the shortest was Latreia by @somekindofadeviant at 100 words

@queennhalloweenn got the highest word count total at 30,316 words

And @mamabewear gave us the most Puppet-pires at 1 Puppet!Angel (multiple times!)

Kicking things off with our most popular card!

MamaBewear (Bingo!)

Tickle Me Angel (Angel/Spike, Square: Long Distance/Tickling) It turns out that Puppet Angel is very ticklish! Also, Spike discovers an embarrassing secret that Angel’s been hiding from everyone.

Sexyme Street (Angel/Spike, Square: Clumsy/Costumes) Spike discovers something unexpected about himself, and Puppet Angel has a wardrobe malfunction.

Spoons (Angel/Spike, Square: Dream/Size Kink) Angel’s a little tired of being stuck as a puppet, but Spike sees it as an opportunity!

Puppy Love (Angel/Spike, Square: Pets/Sex Pollen) Lorne is dog sitting for one of Gunn’s favorite actors, and also, there’s sex pollen in the air! So, it’s pretty much just like any other day at Wolfram and Hart for Spike and Puppet Angel.

Something's Cooking (Angel/Spike, Square: Cooking/Dirty Talk/Phone Sex) It’s getting hot in the kitchen, as Spike insists that Angel entertain him while he’s out on a surveillance mission.

Harlow (Bingo!)

Curses (Angel/Spike, Square: Tentacles/Non-Human Genitals) Spike gets cursed by a witch, and ends up with a brand new "package". Oops.

I Called Him Mine (Angel/Spike, Square: Exhibitionism/Public/Surprise) Spike gives Angel a blow job, but that's not the only surprise Angel is in for.

Melon (Angel/Spike, Square: Foodplay/Messy) Spike and Angel play with their food. And make a mess in the process.

Welcome to the Family (Angelus/Darla/Spike, Square: Watersports) Darla and Angelus welcome a newly sired William to the family. Properly.

I'm My Type (Angel/Angelus, Square: Sex Toys) Angelus figures out a way to split himself and Angel into separate bodies, and takes everything he wants from Angel.

Shattered (Darla/Spike, Square: Noncon) Spike, a spy, breaks into an enemy base to steal some intelligence. Unfortunately for him, he gets captured.

In The Dark (With You) (Angelus/Angel, Square: Blindfold) Part two of Angel and Angelus's horny selfcest adventures.

Liv

Proposals (Darla/Drusilla, Square: Free Space) Darla wants something new, and Drusilla is willing to make it happen.

Negotiating (Darla/Drusilla, Square: CNC) Drusilla and Darla discuss their game plan.

Yes Mistress (Darla/Drusilla, Square: Hypnotism) It's playtime.

Eve

Creature Comforts (Darla/Drusilla, Square: Knotting) Darla is in rut. Drusilla is there to help.

Tea With Milk In (Spike/Drusilla, Square: Somnophilia) Drusilla and a sleeping Spike.

Next up, Blue

QueennHalloweenn (Bingo!)

Divine Comedy in the Withering Heart (Angelus/Darla, Square: Rough Sex/Biting/Scratching/Teasing) Darla is dead… again. It's the only thing she's actually sure of.

Divine Comedy in the Land of Sodom (Angelus/Darla/Drusilla, Square: Humiliation/Degradation/Dacryphilia/Lessons) Darla continues to seek out memories of a life she's forgotten.

Divine Comedy in the Pool of Lethe (Angelus/Darla, Square: Accidental Stimulation/Stuck Sex/Play Fight) Darla needs to hold on to her memories-- losing them is the same as losing herself.

Divine Comedy in the Białowieża (Angelus/Darla/Drusilla/Spike, Square: Orgy/Double-Penetration/Elevator) Darla remembers the last time she had her family all together.

Divine Comedy in the House of Flies (Angel/Darla/Drusilla/Spike, Square: Glory Hole/Anonymous/Free Use/Allergy) Final of the Fang Four Family Bingo 2024! (or is it??? 🤔🤔)

Vampbrat (Bingo!)

Adult Material (Angel/Darla, Square: Porn-Watching) The most divorced vamps in California tentatively attempt to reestablish a connection.

Breathing Lessons (Angelus/Darla/Drusilla/Spike, Square: Free Space) Darla usually leaves disciplinary measures up to Angelus but occasionally feels she needs to step in. A little drowning can be a calming factor for even the most recalcitrant brats.

The Stranger At My Fireside (Drusilla/Spike, Square: Accidental Stimulation) There's nothing like a seance for a bit of a horny night out. Things get a bit more horny than Spike anticipated.

Pretty Like A Knife (Angel/Spike, Square: Praise Kink/Spoiling) Angel caresses and strokes Spike in the aftermath of a sparring session, lavishing him with praise.

Dressing Down (Angelus/Spike, Square: Ageplay) William the Bloody takes his forfeit for losing at cards: a new wardrobe, fit for his new role in his new family.

The Dead Won't Bother You (Drusilla/Spike, Square: Hybristophilia) Spike and Dru are on a cross country road trip. Some people drive to famous battle sites or for bridges or foliage. Dru is keen on serial killers.

SomeKindOfADeviant (Bingo!)

Swallowed Whole (Angelus/Spike, Square: Sensory Deprivation/Blindfold/Confused) A spot of fledgling tuition. This is a practical exam, of course, isn't it always?

Mouthfuls of Thaumaturgy (Drusilla/Spike, Square: Marking/Tattoos) The best ideas are always had when drinking sailors while your elders are away. Spike wants Drusilla to leave a mark on him and she's eager to oblige.

Fly Soup (Angel/Darla/Drusilla/Spike, Square: Temperature/Sensations) The family get into a little spot of bother.

Latreia (Drusilla/Spike, Square: Authority) Spike has his rituals.

Principled Approach (Angelus/Drusilla/Spike, Square: Humiliation/Lessons) Actions have consequences

And skipping Yellow, which had no takers - we have finally, Green

Girlpire (Bingo!)

For a Good Time (Angel/Spike, Square: Glory Hole/Smile) This is the dirtiest thing I've ever drawn. :D

Control (Angel/Darla, Square: Machines) I might have been wrong. THIS is the dirtiest thing I've ever drawn. :D

For My Toy Love (Angel/Drusilla/Spike, Square: Macro/Micro) Set during season five of AtS, Angel and Spike are in an established relationship with each other when Drusilla unexpectedly arrives on their doorstep in the pot of a mandarin tree. She is only six inches tall.

Party Favor (Angel/Spike, Square: Accidental Stimulation) Spike casts a sexy spell for solo purposes, but it doesn't go exactly as he planned. Relatedly, Angel finds something relaxing to do with his hands.

Quality Time (Angelus/Darla/Drusilla/Spike, Square: Inflation) A newly-turned Spike casts a sex hex for attention, and Angelus obliges.

We can't wait to see you all next year! Until then, join us at the Runs in the Blood Fanged Four Discord Server

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

WIP game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Thanks for tagging me @rene-of-the-blackouts!! ✨

This is going to be really confusing because my stuff is about as disorganized as it gets. Basically I have my standalone files for bigger fics, then one file where I write small ones 😭 I only have one ongoing fic at the moment but I’m co-authoring a multi-chapter fic which I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to say about!!

Anyways here’s the list! (Multi fandom)

[JJBA] “The Miracle We Need” (ongoing, partially posted) *fun fact about this one, for the longest time the file was just called “fic”

[FMA] “Mustang’s Eleven”

[JJBA] “Cold”

[JJBA] “Nightmare”

[FMA] “Why can’t this night go on forever?”

[JJBA] “Bonus scenes”

[FMA] “Riza gives up”

[FMA] “Desert”

[KNY] “Forest confession (gone wrong) (not clickbait)” (this one is especially stupid lol)

Plus several variations of “ough” as well as untitled ones because I’m bad at titles. Lyrics are definitely a crutch for me 😭 a lot of these read like a prompt list which is only a little humiliating

I don’t think I know that many writers so I’ll just go off the top of my head and if I forgot you please join!! And I’m sorry if any of you have already done this/have already been tagged, I’m bad about keeping up with which mutuals have done which tag games

@peapodsinspace @limetameta @scary-monsters @littlewitchbee

[starvels]

waking up to find your heart in the future

a stevetony playlist about their core-altering, multiverse-shifting love being a series of improbable events that somehow were destined to happen. a playlist about living life not knowing your heart's growing up in a different time, and then wonderfully, brilliantly, learning you were never alone.

Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos

IDK You Yet by Alexander 23

Forgotten Love  by AURORA

Avalanche by WALK THE MOON

This Is How We Walk on the Moon by Geographer

Lovers in a Dangerous Time by Barenaked Ladies, Ben Grosse

DOA by Olen

Nothing New by The Strike

The Heart Is a Muscle by Gang of Youths

When We Drive by Death Cab for Cutie

Wake Me by Bleachers

We Belong by RAC, Katie Herzig

Heal Me (Reworked) by Snow Patrol

Solid Heart - Guy Sigsworth Remix by Gia Margaret, Guy Sigsworth

Bad Night by Joshua Speers

Soulmates by Placebo

Resurrection by Fear Factory

Native Tongue by Gang of Youths

lightning by mehro

Soul Mate by flora cash

To Begin Again by Ingrid Michaelson, ZAYN

Oh, What a World 2.0 - Earth Day Edition by Kacey Musgraves

This Must Be The Place by Sure Sure

The Other Side by Geographer

Brooklyn by Patrick Droney

Love Again by Gregory Dillon

Wherever You Will Go by The Calling

Keep You On My Side by CHVRCHES

Powder Blue / Cascine Park by Yumi Zouma

Sick of Losing Soulmates by dodie

Turning Page by Sleeping At Last

Inside Out by Spoon

Old Love by Joe Hertler & The Rainbow Seekers

Don't Wanna Be Without Ya by Penny and Sparrow

Supercut by Lorde

Berenstein by The Band CAMINO

a playlist for @stevetonygames. total blackout and longest playlist at 02:25:00. please listen in order!

[coccyodynia]

I started 2023 in a blackout that lasted about 3 days. It took a long time to figure it out, but I really think I'm done with benzos. in August I flushed my stash during a therapy appointment. i brought my laptop into the bathroom and set it by the sink. I wanted to prove to my therapist that I was actually flushing the pills down and out and not just pocketing them like I would have done probably even 10 minutes prior.

it felt like bursting. if I don't do it right now, I never will. so I did. I haven't used since then, about four and a half months of clean time.

but I can't stop with edibles. i don't want to get high anymore, I really don't, but I'm an addict, just in general. so I cannot refuse an opportunity to use or get high even when I don't really want to. in the grand scheme of things, weed is like not genuinely harmful, you cant even compare "the risks" of weed to the very real risks of getting fucked up every day on pills and alcohol for several years. but I genuinely want to get 100% clean and actually reclaim edge.

i claimed edge when I was 14. it was an incredibly important part of my identity. in the hardcore/diy scenes, being straightedge is a very specific identity that resonated with me. i took it very, very seriously and it meant everything to me. it was a guiding light, my northern star, that kept me sane for a very long time.

i remember, in the months before my 21st I felt uneasy. breaking edge at 21 is a joke, it's a cliche, because every one does it. your 21st birthday is a test, are you gonna break edge and drink because it's legal now? once that barrier is removed, you're being tested.

when I turned 21, i drank alcohol for the first time.

but because I had already been recreationally taking Xanax whenever I could, i spent the next several years in a drug fueled stupor. a few of those years included bouts of psychosis.

when I was 25, I was admitted into a dual diagnosis partial hospitalization program where I was regularly breathalyzed and drug tested. it was my first attempt to get clean.

and for awhile I was, until my mom gave me my bottle of Xanax back about six months later. that's the longest I've ever stayed clean.

I've been thinking about reclaiming every single day since I met Justin. not just because he's straight edge, but because he's reminded me how much i miss that being an integral part of my identity, the way it is for him too. i miss it.

anyway I've been writing this while high, crying on my couch because I don't want to do this anymore. Justin wants to support me in reclaiming edge, but he gets uncomfortable when I say I'm an addict and I'm not sure I can realistically never relapse again.

i don't know.

[sufficientlyantique]

This past week I was in a certain kind of paralysis or executive dysfunction. I had to make a phone call. And I could not do it. I had my phone in my hand for hours a day -- initiating the call would have taken just a few finger presses. I could not do it. Sometimes, it was too early in the day to call. Sometimes, too late. Sometimes,I was too tired. Sometimes, too manic. I stopped listening to the recipients voicemail, stopped reading their texts, stopped reading their emails.

It was maddening. And frustrating. And embarrassing.

Somehow, not sure how, but I was able to eventually text the person to let them know I was ok, and having a real hard time making phone calls.

A few days later, everything necessary for me to actually make the call and speak to the person, live and in real time, finally aligned, and I made the call. They were worried when they didn't hear anything back from me after repeatef attempts to get in touch -- which hasn't been an issue for years, but lately was just an insurmountable barrier.

People worry about me. There's a running "joke" some friends and I share : I should be dead. I was supposed to die a long time ago. And I didn't. But I lived my life for a long time as if I could die on any given tomorrow. I am, somehow, against all odds, a survivor. Still, folks worry when they don't hear from me. Things happen, and I'm older, and maybe I died in a ditch somewhere.

Sometimes, my comms blackout is much wider,and I can't email, text, call, or even see people. Sometimes, my comms blackout is much narrower, like this phone block. Sometimes, I can talk to strangers to get things done, but not someone I know, sometimes vice versa. Sometimes, it lasts for a day. The longest stretch I've gone was a couple months. At least that I recognize in hindsight as a comms blackout.

It's not fun.

[gabesportfolio]

#1502 To Be Loved and To Love Back

Summer breeze and golden lights A hurricane reflected in your eyes I was in love with you like a little kid

Parchment paper and silver ink Turning you into my poetry I wanted all of you for the longest time

But loving and wanting are not enough And if some of us has to leave, don’t call my bluff We were built to fall, but we flew so high

Sweet laugh and innocent lies A troubled world disguised as paradise I thought I could fit in but I was wrong

Pretty faces and young love Nothing could tear us from up above I prayed for a sign not for this rain

But thinking and praying aren’t the way out And all our deepest fears, they scream so loud We were built to fall, but we flew so high

ㅤㅤWhen we were up in the skies ㅤㅤYou carried me in your butterfly ㅤㅤAnd for the first time I wasn’t scared of heights ㅤㅤWhen we were turned into one ㅤㅤYou drove us too close to the sun ㅤㅤAnd we didn’t melt, I was sure of how it felt ㅤㅤTo be loved, and to love back

But all the pressure cut the wire out And our city dove into a blackout So there’s nothing left to do but to face our fears

But the truth is that I love you still And it doesn’t matter how we both feel So there’s nothing left to do but to say our goodbyes

ㅤㅤWhen we were up in the skies ㅤㅤYou carried me in your butterfly ㅤㅤAnd for the first time I wasn’t scared of heights ㅤㅤWhen we were turned into one ㅤㅤYou drove us too close to the sun ㅤㅤAnd then we did melt, I was sure of how it felt ㅤㅤTo be loved, and to love back

[maltrunners]

Glenrothes 16 Year (1997) van Wees The Ultimate

Review by: TOModera (Thanks to Scotch_Fanatic for this dram) Ever have one of those moments where you’re sure you’ve never had something, or even something from that group, and then you find out you have. I was sure I hadn’t had moose for the longest time, and then my mother reminded me I had. My wife is pretty sure she’s never had anal, yet she just got blackout drunk and we did. My ass still…

[radioaf-a]

There was a sigh from Alastor because it really was shaping up to be one of the longest afternoons he had in a while. “Well wouldn't it be better for both of you to talk to each other instead of fighting and causing a city wide blackout again?” She was still very much hopeful about this whole thing. “I can’t imagine that's something you need happening again Vox. And Angel may or may not have heard Valentino complaining about your marriage then Angle told me about it.” 

Alastor at this point was tapping at the angelic spear with his finger much to Vaggie dismay if look could actually kill down here he was sure he would be dead by now. He already had a lecture from the princess after all. “I would like to know why your overgrown moth thought it was a wise idea to share that information to Angel of all sinners; everyone knows he can’t keep a secret like that.” There was a pointed look in vox’s direction this time with clear annoyance tangled into his smile. “I don’t take kindly to my private life being on display for all of hell.” 

Oh know Alastor was already planning on visiting the moth after this was over to remind the moth not to ever dare talk about his marriage to vox again he had horrible plans for the overlord.

“Though if the information did reach the press it’s not like anyone would be able to prove it after all I have the only proof of our marriage hidden away in case this exact event ever happened.” He had planned ahead just in case their secret was ever revealed because after all Alator had never trusted Valentino as far as he could throw him and oh how he was planning to throw the moth across the room. 

“I hate to agree with Vox but he is right my dear it is not exactly fixable.” 

“Why isn't it fixable? What’s stopped you both from just talking to each other?” She quickly questions him with those damn hopeful eyes of hers.

“The fact I went away for seven years with the full intention of not speaking to anyone while I was gone might have had something to do with it." He smiles at the princess, his hand coming to rest on his head. "That and modern technology isn't really my style so there was no way for Vox to contact me even if he wanted to." Well that was a lie but Charlie didn't need to know that there were plenty of ways they both could reach out to each over the years.

Vox's eye squint slightly, some caution alarm bells beginning to ring in his head. "Mm, yeah. Royal summons and all that, it's usually a smart idea to listen."

She hadn't, Vox notes, very quickly, included what the summons were for. So to have her say 'couple counselling' and 'Alastor' is enough to make his smile drop into bafflement and deep set confusion. "I'm sorry Princess," he laughs, stepping into the lobby and letting the door sswing shut behind him. "But why exactly do you think that we need couple's counselling? I'm sure you saw the broadcast," he pauses for a half second, considering her hotelier. "Or heard it. Not exactly marriage material,"

He'd considered a divorce before-- biting the bullet and searching out a lawyer; once, because he'd floated the idea of marrying Val (and then they'd broken up and that idea became tabled indefinitely), and then again, when the would be Taxes Overlord had started developing a following back in '06. But this was Hell, and that idea hadn't ever taken off, so he'd never been stuck in the position of filling out that paperwork.

It's not like it's a question that comes up often! He's pretty sure Velvette doesn't even know, and the only reason Val did is because they'd been married when he met the moth.

He looks away from the Princess to the seating arrangement she's leading him to, with Alastor having an honest to God angelic spear pointed at him to keep him sitting. On the chair of course, the chasm, however appreciated that has always existed between them. Vox's finger touches his pocket before he can help it. He lets his hand drop, and sits down on the couch a few feet away.

"I'm sorry you've troubled yourself, but I suspect that Alastor and I's relationship-- and where you got the funny idea like that is anyone's guess-- isn't something fixable."

[many-but-one]

Child Alters are not always "Sweet and Innocent"

Sorry if this comes off rude or inflammatory, we're pretty blurry and this is something we've seen in syscourse allllll over Tumblr and instagram and what have you. This topic came up in our System Server which is what inspired us to create this post. (the system support server is still open to new members, FYI, hence me linking it there lol)

I think there's a really really big misconception that all child parts (also called "littles" but we usually say "child parts/alters" or "kid parts/alters" for our own comfort) are so sweet and UwU innocent in every single system ever and that if you don't treat child alters like literal children you are a BAD system and you don't respect child alters!!! Protect the children!!! *insert sobbing emoji*

So it should go without saying, obviously you should protect child alters. You should protect any alters in your system. But there's more to child alters than "UwU sweet babies who are so innocent and do silly little things like spend money on candy and stuffies haha!"

(TW ahead for mentions of suicide, s/h, and NSFW related topics. I'm sure you can see where this is going.)

There are child alters who:

function better than most adult alters in a system. We have child alters who can drive, who can send work emails, who have gone to work, etc. They have far more maturity than a lot of parts in our system and have been around the longest out of most of us. Do they still sometimes sound or talk like a kid? Yeah. Do they still enjoy kid things? Yeah! But they share an adult brain and are perfectly capable of functioning and masking just like any other part in the system.

are persecutors. I don't mean like "this child alter won't listen to me" or "they're a brat haha!" I mean persecutor child alters that actively harm the body, actively harm physical property outside of the body, actively harm parts inside the inner world, etc. They can have rage issues, they can be incredibly depressed, they can be suicidal or desire self harm activities. They are just as capable as any other alter to pick up a bottle of alcohol and drink until blackout drunk. Just because they look like a kid internally does not mean they are sweet and cute and innocent all the time.

are very hypersexual. Do I think that you should let them do sexual things with adults? In our system, no, we don't allow that. However, I can't control how other system young alters cope because I'm not in their head. Yes, child alters can be hypersexual. This is often a result of trauma. They will often want to reenact their trauma memories. They might get you into dangerous situations with strangers. They might have risky sex. They might masturbate in extremely painful ways in order to reenact their trauma. Child alters are not perfectly abstinent little babies who don't know what sex is. If they have sexual trauma, they will likely NOT know proper boundaries with adults and they can put you in a risky sexual situation just as much as literally any other alter in the system.

are protectors. gatekeepers, or caretakers. Child alters don't just have to sit there and be "stereotypical kids" all the time. They don't have to sit and wallow in trauma or play with their toys in the inner world 24/7. A lot of highly capable young alters want to do something to help the system. If they didn't already "come" with their job (for example, gatekeepers often 'come' with that label when they split/form, but not always) it's perfectly normal for them to step into a more "useful" role in the system. For those of you who have EVER worked with younger kids, they freaking LOVE to help. They love to feel useful and help out. This is the exact same in a system. We have child caretakers. And that's something they chose, we didn't "force" them.

And the thing is......something a lot of people don't want to hear.............sometimes alters (of any age) have to do roles or jobs they don't like. I know, bonkers isn't it. Sometimes nobody else is suited for a job like another alter is. We have parts who are really good at being emotionally level. Do they like fronting a lot? No! However, if we're in a highly emotional situation, out they go. Or we have another part who's really good at handling our chronic pain and taking care of the body. Does he like it? No, why would you want to feel chronic pain all the damn time? However, he knows he's the best at the job and does it anyway. Like any team in the external world, there's just going to be some jobs that some folks don't like but will have to do anyway. Does that mean they have to be stuck doing that job forever? No! Things change in systems all the time, roles should never be locked in for life. Sometimes new splits happen or new alters are discovered who do the job even better or even prefer to do the jobs nobody else likes. However, it's absolutely ridiculous to assume that all parts love their job, and that doesn't exclude child parts. We know systems with child gatekeepers who don't like their job, but that's all they've ever known and they wouldn't be comfortable letting anyone else do their job. Which is totally fine and valid. I don't think I've ever met a gatekeeper of any age who likes their job, they just do it. It just is.

Idk it just puts a bad taste in my mouth to see SO MANY posts infantilizing child alters everywhere. And I do want to say that I'm not trying to invalidate those sweet and innocent child alters! They are totally cool and awesome and so valid! We have a couple of those too! However, I feel like nobody ever talks about the fact that child alters are not innocent babies all the time, that MOST child alters are incredibly traumatized individuals and are just as capable of being toxic OR helpful as any other part in the system.

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This should go without saying, but DDlg or NSFW or non-system agere blogs stay the FUCK away from this post! <3

[spinningwebsandtales]

The Shape of You Pt. 4

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Murderous thoughts, mentions of assault (Ian’s a jerk guys), suggestive themes, mentions of blood, and lots of fluff

Word Count: 8.4k

Part 1: here  Part 2: here  Part 3: here Part 5: here Part 6: here

Taglist: @the-marshals-wife @msghostface @cavern-creature @101killer   @izumima

(A/N:) Hello readers and followers of this series! I am back...finally! Thank you all so much for your patience as my busy season is over (still really busy but not as bad)! So I’m hoping that I can start writing more often and keep this series going as I still have no idea when it’s going to end cause I still have plenty of ideas and am just having fun with the whole thing! This is also the longest chapter to date and I am really pleased with the way it turned out! So once again thank you for waiting and without further ado part 4! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The hot water gushed from the shower head and you stepped into the water trying to calm your hammering heart. You hadn’t expected such a reaction from Michael. You could understand why he wasn’t so fond of closed doors, but you didn’t think about it being a problem in your own home. Privacy was something you hadn’t thought much about since you moved out of your childhood home and lived alone. It was going to take some time to get used to having a roomie, especially one like Michael who had yet to realize how much the world had changed while he was surrounded by white walls and iron shackles. You shivered despite the hot water at the thought of what could possibly happened to Michael behind those sterile walls.

 You shook your head spraying water droplets everywhere, vowing that you would help Michael forget all the horrible things that had happened to him in those many years he was locked away. You wanted to let him live as normal a life as possible as he stayed with you. Maybe you could buy a private fence so he could go outside? Maybe some blackout curtains too? Though you were sure those may raise suspicion from your too curious neighbors. You snorted at the idea of Michael wearing a fake mustache too, but that option was out of the question. A routine would come from the madness eventually, you decided. But you knew you couldn’t spend too long in the bathroom before Michael would come looking for you, and him seeing you naked once already this evening was enough. You squeezed shampoo onto your hand and scrubbed at your hair, while going back to trying to think of ideas that would help you both more than hinder one another. It’s possible Michael could come up with something too you thought while letting all cares go down the drain along with the suds.

Meanwhile Michael paced the living room restlessly as he waited for you to finish. It was taking everything in him to abide by your wishes and leave you some privacy, unlike what he had just pulled mere moments before. He was having a hard time understanding how anyone could take a shower longer than just a few minutes, back at the Sanitarium they didn’t give the patients long to cleanse themselves at all. It was a rush in and a rush out and clothing was on in moments afterwards soaking up the remaining water. Relaxing showers was something that he was not familiar with but when the water finally shut off and steam billowed out with your exit, his heart begin to beat faster seeing you more relaxed and wearing comfy pajamas. Your hair was still wet plastered against your flushed cheeks and a cozy aurora seemed to surround you, Michael had never seen anyone so beautiful until this moment.

  “Sorry it took me so long,” you grinned sheepishly. “Guess I was just needing a moment to relax in a hot shower.”

Michael looked away, a reddish tint in his cheeks while you sighed guessing his talkative streak was now over. You brushed his hand when you walked by still toweling your dripping hair before sitting on the couch in a huff.

“Well if you’re not gonna talk to me you might as well sit and watch some TV with me before I go to bed. Tomorrow is Friday and then I’ll have the weekend off to stay here with you.”

Michael, still stubbornly biting his tongue, strode across the room calmly before taking a seat right next to you. You had your arm resting up on the armrest and chin placed in your palm while you changed channels rapidly trying to decide what to watch. You didn’t see Michael staring at you, enamored by just you alone. Your still wet skin glistening in the dim living room lamp light, your soft hair still sticking to your cheek and neck, and your legs curled up against your body like you were trying to keep warm. You finally decided on a channel still ignoring Michael stubbornly. Was it childish? Absolutely! Did you care? Not particularly. You sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden intrusion in your face. One second you’re watching a late night comedy and the next a Michael had his face stuck right into yours.

“Are you mad?” He asked like a child that needs consoling from his mother.

You breathed out relaxing your stiff posture, “No just irritated I guess. I really liked talking with you. I shouldn’t act so childish cause you don’t know. We’re still learning about one another and it’s not fair of me to shut you out.”

He raised an eyebrow his sightless eye unwavering while his one good one searched deep within you.

“Figuratively and literally.” You giggled. He moved closer shushing your giggles and nervous chatter. You could have sworn he was going to kiss you when he moved a lock of hair before brushing his nose against yours. You squeaked hiding your face with your pajama sleeves trying to hide the affect he had on you. Michael could tell that you were embarrassed, as he did it again before moving your legs to sit on the floor and nestling his head in your lap to where he could watch TV comfortably. You let Michael do whatever while still hiding yourself from him, you could tell he was moving you around some but until weight hit your lap did you finally look. You could have started laughing again seeing such a big man barely fitting on the couch with his long legs over the side and his brown curls upon your pants. He paid no mind in what you were doing just enjoying himself in a way that was foreign to him. It couldn’t be more perfect though you were sitting quite stiff until he yawned. If Michael could be this at ease you were going to do your best to feel the same. You relaxed your shoulders first trying to focus on the story line of the show before you knew it you were threading your fingers through his hair and tracing the scar across his eye and cheek. Now it was Michael’s turn to stiffen up as he looked up in bewilderment.

“Sorry,” you apologized quickly removing your hand from his person.

“Again,” Michael replied grasping your hand and putting it back upon his scalp. As you petted and scratched at his wonderfully soft hair he practically purred like a kitten, clearly content in you pampering him in this way. You smiled, happy that he was enjoying himself though you were embarrassed by your sudden rash behavior. Well as rash as someone who was petting the hair of a man she barely knew in her own home. Michael seemed to be enjoying it so you couldn’t bring yourself to stop no matter how red your cheeks were.

Michael watched the TV with a content air. Sure they had televisions in the Sanitarium where the patients could play cards, watch said TV, color, and anything else that could occupy a sick mind. But Michael was mostly kept in isolation from others as punishment. As a man that intrigued doctors from all over the country all he could do was stay in his room and tolerate whatever test or needle they wanted to subject him to. Now here he was sitting on a couch in a nice home, nestled in the lap of an attractive woman stroking his dark curly hair, watching TV. He loved every second that he was getting to enjoy, but a part deep inside told him not to get comfortable. He was never meant for this type of life and everything would come to a horrific fiery end. The voice told him that he wasn’t worth anything and that he would bring ruin upon you like he had brought upon his family and the little town of Haddonfield. The monster inside lay dormant, satisfied from his last outing but it waited patiently to feast once more. Would he kill you in a fit of rage? Would it demand you to become a sacrifice upon the altar that he created to lay waste to the pit he once called home? He looked up watching you laugh at a one-liner on the show and he knew right then he could never do to you what he had done to others. You were different. You saw a man before you, wounded and alone. Where no one even took the time to attempt to get to know him and here you were opening everything up to him despite the danger he imposed. If his doctors knew they would probably want to study you. The protective side of the beast flared up thinking of them doing all the things that they did to him and doing them to you. His nails dug into the scarred palms of his hands breaking the skin a little making a few blood droplets well up. He looked again vowing to protect you from anything, if he had to go down at any point and time he would not take you with him. You would remain unscathed, his little world of perfection unmarred for all eternity until he could return or if death came for him. 

But for now he would silence the doubt and cherish any moment he could with you. Living life to the fullest and seeing what any chance of a life he could live with you, even if it was just a night in watching TV. It was the best night he could ever remember. It was like that all the times before this moment, when he found some form of satisfaction in the screams and the sprays of blood this outweighed them all. He could barely remember such scenes of gory bliss at every caress of your gentle hand. Without thought you moved from his hair down to his cheek, tracing the strong lines of his jaw, down towards his muscular neck. Michael moaned at the touch realizing just what a hold you had upon him. You jolted backwards ripping your hand from him once more causing him to pout cutely.

“Sorry,” you apologized again. He was really beginning to hate that word and he was about to make you promise to stop saying it and do whatever you wanted. He was tired of you walking on eggshells around him. Everyone else did that and he was not prepared to deal with that from you as well. He scoffed sitting up and leaving the comfort of your warm lap. He blocked the TV once more with his head leaving just enough space where you wouldn’t freak out but he stared intensely. He inched closer his knee touching your thigh all thoughts of the show now abandoning ship at the sight of you. He grasped your hand tracing the smaller digits with his large finger, your soft skin a stark contrast against his rough calloused skin. He brought it to his cheek showing you that he was more than okay with whatever you wanted to do with him. The bristle of his unshaven face tickled your hand but you loved the scratch of the coarse hair against you. He moved down wards to where you had touched his neck earlier letting the warmth linger there on his skin. He had scars there too where he had fought just to keep going, but he would gladly gain more scars if it meant that they were in protection of you. He let you linger there letting you get comfortable with the motions before bringing your hand back up, this time more towards his mouth. The warm air that puffed past his plush lips brushed against your fingers causing you to shiver. Michael grinned mischievously at your reaction bringing your pointer to his mouth and kissing it smoothly. Your breath caught causing you to hiccup at his sudden boldness.

 He kissed every digit leaving not one jealous of the other before kissing your palm. It was all so sudden and you didn’t know how to react to this difference in character. So you just sat there in shock letting Michael explore his newfound courage while you drowned in the waves of pleasure. No man had ever made you feel this way, no man had ever taken this much interest in you. Always hunting for a score it seemed like whenever they showed any little signs of interest. Ian’s only lot in life was to bed every woman in the office. So far a few have only turned a nose towards his advances and you refused to be another notch on his bedpost. But Michael, he was different as you were beginning to realize more and more. Though a breed of his own, Michael seemed to know where your boundaries lie and took care not to cross them. Michael looked up from his ministrations from your hand to look upon you with an impassioned look in his chocolate brown eye. He gauged your reactions, penetrating deep within the core of your being. This is what tenderness felt like. This was what caring meant to him. He never experienced such things until you opened up, you allowed him inside and now that he was here he was drunk. Not only on this simple little life that you lead and let him taste but drunk upon you and the person you showed him to be. You weren’t the average run of the mill girl he had seen on his Halloween excursions, no you were different. There was a little fear in your body of him, but that was a natural reaction to a stranger you barely know. It takes years just to scratch the surface of a human but Michael liked to think that he knew more about you than you did of him. Mostly because he had a hard time opening up but he could tell just how good of a person you are and that you were more than willing to search him, get to know him, and maybe even possibly love him in time.

“Michael,” you swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “Michael please.”

You didn’t know what you wanted from him but it terrified you the way you were feeling at his tender mouth nibbling at your wrist. Michael could tell you were getting uncomfortable with his movements and though he rather not stop he couldn’t push you. He didn’t believe that he could deal with you shutting him out and leaving him on his own. So with one final soft timid kiss he laid your hand back down on your thigh before brushing a rough knuckle against your cheek. You sucked in a breath as the couch moved with him getting up, the heaviness lifted off of both you and the furniture as you saw his retreating broad back go down the hallway.

Michael shut the door to the bathroom completely, needing the solitude just this once before sliding down to sit on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. He pressed the heels of his hands into his temples trying to calm his raging heartbeat and the rolling feeling in his stomach. He needed more of you, wanted more of you and he had to calm himself down before he crossed a line that he could never take back. It was so much easier when he didn’t care for anyone, he took from them but he couldn’t take from you. He couldn’t bear to see the same look of his victims cross your face or your precious blood splattered. Deep inside he could tell that the hunger he was feeling now is completely different from the one several times before. This was unexplored territory for him and it was going to take him some getting used to without acting upon it as he learned a little self control.

You sat there frozen on the couch once Michael disappeared and you waited with bated breath to see what could possibly happen next. When Michael didn’t reappear several minutes later you uncrossed your legs and rose from the couch. Your curiosity was quickly becoming overwhelming as you hoped that you hadn’t crossed a line making him stop. You felt silly for getting so flustered, Michael had never had anyone care about him or what could happen to him so of course some form of attraction would bloom in a place that had once been a desert so barren not even a cactus would grow. Your heart fluttered the closer you came to the bathroom, but as per usual Michael was quiet behind the doors. Part of you wanted to just open the door and check on him but another part was embarrassed by the way you handled everything and wanted to hide.

 Unfortunately the cowardly part of you won out and you just left him there and went to go hide in your bedroom until you managed to calm down some. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so awkward in the morning? It was getting pretty late anyway so it wouldn’t seem like you just ran away to hide after everything that happened would it? You sighed giving up and closing your bedroom door where it was open just a crack. You didn’t even bother to turn on your lamp or the overhead light as you knew your bedroom well enough not to trip or stub a toe. Your body and mind seemed numb as you tried registering everything. Life had always been simple, you didn’t like problems or anything new and then all of a sudden you throw your life into chaos with one man and everything started to spiral. Jumping from the floor to face plant into the several pillows littered across the top of the bed you screamed to vent the frustration. You screamed and screamed in abandon just hoping and praying that Michael couldn’t hear your meltdown happening. It didn’t take long for you to exhaust yourself and fall asleep. Surely you could leave nows problems to a tomorrow you. A well rested tomorrow you anyway.

Michael grew tired of hiding out from you after he was able to muster up some semblance of calmness. He wasn’t sure if you had waited so long for him so it didn’t surprise him when he stepped out to see the majority of the lights turned off and your bedroom door almost completely shut. He could hear your soft snores and it made him sigh. He regretted leaving your side, he shouldn’t have left so you both could work through what just happened. But once again you both ran away from feelings you both weren’t familiar with. Should he go on and lay down to try and sleep? Yes. Was he going to listen to reason? No. If he was worried about waking you up it was far from his mind as he made his way down the hall. Your bedroom door barely made a sound as he opened it up to see you snuggled deep in your blankets. While it wasn’t the first time he watched you sleep he couldn’t help but feel it was a little different then the last time. You seemed so peaceful and at ease. Sure you didn’t know he was there but he never got tired of seeing you in any form. Your pink lips parted, breathing softly in and out as you dozed. The clock at your bedside keeping the time while illuminating your features in it’s low light. He knelt down at your bedside really taking you in, this moment he felt was one of the most important in his life. He tried getting as close as possible without dragging himself into your bed and laying on your mattress.

 He barely made a dent in the cushions surrounding you as he gently stroked the hair from your face. A strand caught on the edge of your lips that invited him in with the plush pink skin. He shook his head knowing that he had to wait for you both to be of sound mind in deciding to kiss together, but the temptation remained there, a siren song drawing him in, so he distracted himself with your hands. So much smaller and softer than his he couldn’t imagine something in the world as soft as you. What lives his took yours created, that’s why he was so fascinated with each digit, every crease, every line in your fingerprint. Every part of you was absolute perfection to him, though he couldn’t tell you that just yet in worry that he would move too fast. How did you hold a paint brush? How did your digits grip a pencil? These were the things he longed to learn about you. He wanted to see your creation process that brought such beauty into the world. Though your paintings still couldn’t compare to you in these quiet moments that he always longed for while you were away. He needed you with him and it felt like a part of himself went missing every time you left. Yes you couldn’t stay with him every waking moment but Michael couldn’t stop himself for wishing it anyway. He sighed softly still stroking the warm skin on the back of your hand. You didn’t even stir as he leaned closer to take in every detail from your face. Every beauty mark, every mole, scar, wrinkle. What you probably saw as flaws and hated them, he saw perfection and loved every little piece about you. A pure snow freshly fallen while his life was more like a war zone, pockmarked with terrors and horrible things he’s done.

 How he deserved to even know you let alone be this close and touch you, he couldn’t answer. Michael doubted the smartest doctors he had known couldn’t figure out why the universe deemed him worthy to be by your side. He savored every second until his eyes began to drift close. He fought tooth and nail to keep from going to sleep so he could enjoy every moment with you unsuspecting. But he could fight it no longer and lost the fight. Michael fell asleep on the floor by your bed unable to bring himself to go back to the couch. He slumbered blissfully just knowing that you were close by.

You awoke the next morning more clear headed and ready to deal with whatever happened between you and Michael last night. What you didn’t expect was said man to be passed out in your floor, no blanket, no pillow and yet he was resting peacefully. You giggled quietly just watching him snore away clearly still in a deep state of sleep. He must have been wanting to talk about what happened after he settled himself in the bathroom so that made you feel a little guilty. Sighing in defeat you shoved the covers off leaving the warmth to seep from your blankets before gently stepping to the floor to keep from waking Michael up. You did bring one of your blankets with you dragging it across the floor until you stood at the giant of a man’s feet. Easing yourself down you laid next to him the carpet of your bedroom floor biting into your soft cheek before you draped the blanket over both of you. Michael stirred a little, giving a little snort before settling back down into sleep. You laughed putting your hand on his muscular shoulder feeling all tension that normally stayed in his joints was nowhere to be found as he rested. Like he did to you last night you found yourself exploring some features of him that you found wonderful. You also focused on his hands like he did yours. While yours was small and delicate, Michael’s hands swallowed yours and had rough callouses over the palms and sides of his fingers. 

There was nothing delicate about Michael as he was a man who knew what he wanted to do and got it done. Murder not withstanding you were thinking of other things, especially when it came to you. Personal space did not seem to be his forte either, but you couldn’t say that you minded it. It was cute in your opinion as it reminded you of a puppy following you around. A big, quiet, could definitely kill you, man puppy. You snorted at the idea causing Michael to stir more until his brown eye cracked open and sidled towards you. You hushed up hurriedly completely guilty for laying down beside Michael without asking him. He rolled over on his side facing you, your faces a mere breath away from each other. You looked down at your feet, twiddling your fingers under the blanket you both were covered by. You couldn’t possibly bring yourself to look up at him, cause you weren’t a hundred percent sure what you both were to one another. Time was the only way you could really now. Was this okay though? Laying down beside him while he slept. Sure you both slept on the same bed in that ran down shack of a shed but that was a different situation entirely. Michael hated that you wouldn’t look up at him that he moved before thinking. His finger curled under your chin lifting your gaze to his. Though sightless you could have sworn that the icy blue of his unseeing eye was just as penetrative as the chocolaty brown of his remaining eye.

“Good morning,” you mumbled breaking the silence.

“Mor’nin,” he grumbled sliding closer to you. You couldn’t back away as he kept a grip on you and if you were honest with yourself you couldn’t bring yourself to move away from him. You could feel time slipping away that you needed to get ready for work but the moment was too good to interrupt now. Plus Michael just told you good morning so you had to bask in that little victory alone. You stayed right beside him stroking the tussled curls on his head until Michael fell back to sleep. You knew you had to get up and get ready as you were already going to be late now, so with a sigh you got up. Covering Michael up better with the blanket you took off your bed and gently placing a pillow under his head, you grabbed your work clothes before going to your bathroom.

Now freshly showered and ready to seize the day, you needed to call work first and let them know that you were on your way and that you going to be late. Your boss was understanding though he did make you promise not to let this happen again. It wasn’t like you to pull stunts like this, but it wasn’t normal to house an apparent serial killer either and yet here you are. Honestly you just knew Michael’s behavior had to be linked to his childhood (though you didn’t know much or anything about it) or how he was treated under the care of the state’s doctors. Checking on him once more to see him snoozing away you blew a little kiss towards him before racing out the door and getting into your car. The school traffic was horrible and you could find yourself getting antsy the closer you got to work. If it wasn’t Friday you probably would have taken the day off just to stay home and be with Michael. But you could survive one more day so you could have the weekend to get to know him a little more. You couldn’t lie to yourself that you wanted to explore more of the emotions and actions that had happened last night. The uncharted territory called out to you and you couldn’t deny that your womanly wants knew exactly what she wanted, though your more cautious side was screaming at you to chill out.

 Finally pulling into the parking lot that was, thankfully, clear of any of your coworkers. It felt like miracle so they couldn’t see your meltdown happening right in your car with your face plastered into the steering wheel while screaming your throat raw. Only when you had calmed down and prepared yourself did you finally leave the sanctuary of your car and into the chaos that was work. You couldn’t help but notice all the stares that everyone gave you as you passed by cubicles and offices. What they could possibly be thinking, you couldn’t be sure. Yes it had been your first time to be late, but it wasn’t like you’d be the last person in the world late to work. All you could do was ignore the looks and focus on getting your job done so you can go home and be with Michael. As soon as you were out of sight the sounds of pens scribbling and keys clacking started once again and you found yourself sighing in relief. At least everything would be professional until lunchtime, then you had the sinking feeling that any form of privacy was going to go out the window. You huffed but got busy working on the forms you couldn’t finish last shift. It didn’t take long until you forgotten all the glances and the things happening at home, your work taking priority over everything else. It wasn’t until you heard the resounding footfall of coworkers leaving for lunch did you realize how much time had passed. Your fingers ached from the tension you had worked with so you sat there for a few moments stretching your digits thinking back to Michael’s soft lips caressing them. You gripped your hand before jumping in your seat at the sound of Julie’s voice.

“Lunch time,” she sung making her way into your office like nothing weird had happened when you first arrived.

“Yeah sorry Julie,” you answered standing from your office chair and grabbing your purse.

  “Looks like somebody has been off wondering in la la land.” She snickered but kept up with your quick stride. Nobody paid attention to you now that Julie was at your side and food occupied their minds. “Looks like it was a doozy too with that pink color in your cheeks!”

Slapping a hand over your flushed cheek you looked away trying to hide the fact that she was correct. What you wouldn’t give to melt back into that time you were just thinking about. Michael’s tender mouth wondering where he pleased and quick little licks to sample the taste of your skin. You couldn’t help but get flustered at the thought of the attention he lavished on your hand. What could it possibly feel like if it had been your lips? Internally screaming you faced Julie trying to gain back some functional form of speech. Luckily the cafeteria was already bustling with people eating and chatting amongst themselves that you were able to grab a couple small things and slip out the back of the building to enjoy the sunshine. Julie refused to leave at this moment and remained hot on your heels out the door and took a seat beside you on the bench provided by the company. She unwrapped her sandwich taking a huge bite before staring at you knowingly while chewing delicately despite the big bite of food. You chewed carefully trying to think of something to talk about until your curiosity got too much to handle and you all but spilled the beans.

“Julie how do you know when a guy really likes you,” you cringed as soon as the words left your lips. And if you only had a camera you would have been rich selling the shocked expression on her face. If it wasn’t so serious and so close to revealing what’s been happening in your life you would have laughed.

“(Y/N)?! Are you dating someone?!” She practically announced to the whole town causing you to ‘shh’ her harshly. You were now completely and totally regretting even asking her the simple question. You knew you were going to have to be so careful not to reveal that you in fact have a man living in your home now and said man is Michael Myers. Were you doomed? More than likely, cause the odds were not looking good for you.

“No,” you screamed before shushing her to make sure nobody in the office could hear her. Which would shock you because space had probably heard her after the volume she had shrieked. “I’m just confused at the moment and I’m needing advice.”

“Please tell me it’s not Ian,” Julie gagged with a sour face.

“Heck no,” you shouted again and cringed at the volume of your voice. “No, and it will never be him.”

She sighed in relief, “Worried me there for a second.”

You snorted thinking she’d be super worried if she knew you were asking advice because of one Michael Myers, monster of Haddonfield, was the one you were asking for advice on.

“It’s just, I’ve never really had a relationship with a guy or know how you can tell if they like you in that way.”

“Whatever is opposite of Ian’s normal behavior is definitely a step forward,” she snorted taking another bite of sandwich.

You giggled playing with your food now as any thought of food just settled what little you had in your stomach like a rock. “He doesn’t count.”

“Seriously though,” she scooted to where she could face you more taking your hands. “I’ve figured out that all men are different and so are the ways they show emotions. So I can’t tell you the exact answer but this, and it’s going to sound so vague, but you will know. You have good instincts (Y/N) and you need to trust them. I don’t have to know this guys name either.”

You sighed in relief.

“But I know he’s got to be pretty special to catch your eye,” she squeezed your hands. “He just better be special enough for you.”

You had tears in your eyes at the amount of truth and caring Julie looked upon you. You couldn’t have asked for a better friend as you grabbed her into a hug sniffing to keep the tears from falling. Deep down you couldn’t help but laugh a little on the inside knowing how much she would freak if you did tell her said guy’s name. Not exactly a normal boyfriend if you thought about it.

“Thanks Julie.”

“Of course and if he breaks your heart I break his face.”

You laughed picking more at your food and taking a few bites before moving the conversation in a different direction.

After lunch was over the rest of the day went by uneventfully, you did get a little bit of a scolding from your boss before you were able to escape to your car. That was the worst of it as everyone had decided to get over whatever they were feeling towards you that morning. You didn’t really care anyway, your day was done, it’s Friday, and that meant you got to enjoy the comforts of home and see Michael all day for the next two days. You weren’t sure how he was going to feel about it but he always seemed to be so bored and lonely when you came home, so something was telling you that he was going to enjoy having you around. You whistled a tune while digging your keys out of your purse as you walked across the parking lot. You weren’t paying any attention to everyone around you as you tried to unlock your car when a hand slammed against the panel jolting you from your thoughts.

“You’re awful chipper for someone who was running real late this morning (Y/N).” Your heart sank hearing the voice that belonged to the one man who made you want to commit homicide. Maybe Michael’s way of thinking wasn’t the most horrible thing as there was people like Ian in the world. You tapped your rage down turning upon the man with a condescending smile.

“I had a long night last night and my alarm didn’t go off,” you grinned speaking every word through your teeth while your body trembled. Maybe today was the day to get fired. Also your statement wasn’t completely a lie, but you would gladly lie to Ian every second of every day if it got him off your back.

“That’s funny I didn’t peg you to be the type of woman to sleep around with some guy and let it make you late for work,” he sneered.

Yep today was definitely the day that you were going to lose your job because you were going to punch Ian in the throat.

“Jeez Ian why is it every time something different happens that isn’t in your control that your mind instantly jumps into the gutter?” You went back to unlocking your car before doing something you would regret. Bills had to be paid, you reminded yourself over and over. “Besides if you think that I’m that type of woman you need to go home and really look at yourself in a mirror.” You finally got the door open just for him to slam it shut.

“That’s rich. Who is it huh? Who could possibly be better than me?”

You scoffed ready to hurt him in anyway possible. “Well so far I have a really long list but I really don’t have time to stand here and list them all off to you. Have a good weekend.”

Once again opening your car door to get inside this time he grabbed your arm squeezing with enough pressure you just knew that you were going to have a bruise there.

“You’re not leaving until I say you can.”

That was the final straw. He already got under your skin beforehand but this assault was not going to continue, you were being nice at first but with him making physical contact was the bullet in the chamber.

“Ian I am only going to say this nicely once before I make good on my word,” you rounded on him murder blazing in your eyes causing him to back off but not let go. “If you do not let go of me I will kick you so hard between the legs you will never get to bring Ian spawn into this world, pepper spray you until my can is empty, call the cops and have you charged for assault, and for good measure I may just run over you and make the world a better place. Now. Let. Me. Go.”

This time he listened and you were able to get away. Though you didn’t call the cops this ordeal was far from over as you were going to talk to your boss about what happened. You just hoped that there had been witnesses as you were too preoccupied to check your surroundings. You were shaken up as you drove home, you just hoped that you could hide it from Michael.

You had calmed down a bit when you finally pulled into your driveway. It helped that the local radio station was on your side today and had played several of your favorite songs in a row during the drive, so you felt mentally prepared to face Michael, sort of. Slowly turning the key in the lock you spied him on the couch with the sketch book you had given him the first time you saw him drawing. He seemed to be concentrating hard on whatever he was working on until he felt your gaze upon him. Seeing that you finally were home he set everything down and rushed forward. You tensed a little at the embrace you found yourself in, Michael towering over you that he had to bend over to get a good angle to wrap his arms around your smaller figure. You relaxed enjoying the warmth and safety he provided as you tangled your fingers in his hair enjoying his touch until his large wondering hands found the forming bruises on your arm. You hissed at the tenderness of your muscles making Michael yank back away from you. The terror in his eyes thinking that he had hurt you broke your heart, as he couldn’t see the underlying cause of your pain under your shirt. “Sorry Michael,” you hugged him this time. “I guess I’m just a little sore from sitting at my desk all day. You’d think I would be used to it by now.” Michael nodded but you could tell that he didn’t seem quite convinced just yet. So you did what you could do and changed the subject hoping to take him off the scent.

“Let me get changed and I’ll start something for us to eat okay?”

Once again Michael nodded but didn’t say anything. You could feel his gaze upon your back as you retreated to your bedroom to recollect yourself. In the meantime Michael had a feeling that something was wrong and he was afraid that he was the cause. He couldn’t recall him being rough with you at any point since living with you. Could he have done something without knowing? He couldn’t stand it and he couldn’t wait any longer to check on you, especially if he was the cause of your discomfort. He called your name in a hoarse voice giving you warning that he was about to come in and before you could protest he was through the door, what he saw made his heart shatter in his chest. You hadn’t fully undressed yet, still in your work skirt and tights all you managed to shed was your button up shirt that left you still clothed in your tank top you wore underneath, but the skin and cleavage he could see didn’t matter, his sole attention was on the dark marks on your upper bicep. You shrunk in on yourself trying to hide yourself from him but Michael wasn’t having any of it. He was across the room in seconds and looking at your arm, his hands strong but gentle as he took in the damage.

“Did I do this,” he asked. If you hadn’t been so worried about him finding it out you would have freaked out at how many words he had just strung together. But you were too busy freaking out about how he thought your bruises were his doing.

“No,” you shouted causing him to flinch. You cupped his cheek tears welling up thinking about how much guilt he had to be feeling over you. “No,” you said gentler this time before sighing knowing that you couldn’t keep it secret from him. “A guy at work did this to me.”

Michael’s demeanor flipped violently as he stood there calculating what you just said. Right before your eyes Michael Myers went from the man you were beginning to know to the Shape of Haddonfield. Now you could understand the side others had come to fear, but still deep down you couldn’t bring yourself to tremble before him. His fists were clenched in rage and the caring look he had had on his face seconds ago was far back in the background, replaced by a blank look of calculation. You could only guess on what matters of pain he was thinking of bringing upon your attacker and what you could think of made you shiver. Michael had completely transformed into the killer he was known to be. He longed to feel the handle of a kitchen knife in his hand just so he could plunge it into the heart of the man who hurt you.

  “Michael?”

“Who did this,” his voice had an unnatural ring to it and you shivered but you couldn’t let Ian’s stupidity ruin what you had with Michael.

“It’s okay Michael,” you soothed grabbing his wrist. You placed his hand on the marks, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your skin while still shaking with untamable rage. “He’s an idiot and not worth you getting taken away from me for. He’s just jealous another man got my attention before he did.” You laughed trying to ease the tension in the air. “He’s tried for years to get me to date him and sleep with him, that’s the type of man he is. He’s the lesser man here and I took care of it.”

Michael seemed to relax a bit but you still kept talking wanting to make sure he didn’t storm out the door announcing his presence to the people who would kill him in an instant.

“I’ll also talk to my boss about it and show him my bruises. I also think some of my coworkers saw what happened too and surely they’ll vouch for my story. But please Michael, please calm down. I can’t watch them take you away because of somebody else’s dumb decisions. So please stay here with me. Stay and enjoy our time together okay?”

Michael sighed all rage and fury leaving his body until he rested his forehead on your shoulder just taking in that you were okay. That despite the marks you were stronger than he thought. You couldn’t believe how he reacted over mere bruises, you’d hate to think what would happen if you had been really hurt. Maybe you should wait to tell him that your period cramps were much worse than this. You chuckled at the thought causing Michael to look up at you his lidded eyes searching yours.

“Instead of cooking why don’t I order a pizza and we can watch TV together,” you asked finally after letting him soothe any concerns away just by holding you. “It’s the weekend now. You have me all to yourself for two days straight. I won’t leave Michael I’ll stay right here and we can be together. How does that sound?”

The small smile that tugged his full lips made you smile back. Yeah Ian had almost ruined everything and you were wanting to keep it from Michael but you were glad that he found out and that he cared enough he was going to throw his future away just to protect you. You hoped there was more to his protectiveness than returning the favor for all that you’ve done for him so far. With Michael following you like a lost puppy around the house you called in the pizza before leaving to go freshen up and change into more comfortable clothing.

Now with the pizza and a movie on TV you laid on the couch with Michael resting with his head on your stomach and stretched out between your legs, you played with the full curls of his hair enjoying the silky locks slipping through your fingers. Michael also seemed to like the attention as he pressed closer willing your nails to scrape against his scalp. Without thought you leaned forward to kiss the top of his head, this time Michael didn’t stiffen but melted further, thoughts turning from the movie to you as you paid attention to the screen. He knew deep down he had to protect you from everything, that you needed him just as much as he needed you. He couldn’t let bad things happen to you like he had caused for others. You were the light in the darkness and brought everything that he could ever want in his life. To keep you safe even if it meant he would be taken away again and never to see you again, if he knew you were going to be alright and taken care of it’s something he could live with. His world would shatter without you but if it was for your benefit he would shatter it himself and walk away. 

He took one of your hands that kept petting him and kissed the back of it letting the taste of you settle on his tongue. That’s when Michael knew he was intoxicated with you and it was something that he was more than okay with. You hummed softly excited about what the weekend would hold as you and Michael watched TV together, things may get rough but you were prepared to stay by his side even if it meant sacrificing whatever necessary. After a full belly and finishing the movie you fell asleep on the couch with Michael still using you as his personal cushion. When he noticed your steady breathing stirring his hair did he realize that you had fallen asleep. Maneuvering carefully so to not wake you, Michael scooped you up from the couch to carry you into your bedroom. In the safety and warmth of his arms you nuzzled in deeper, cheek pressed against his collarbone your warm breath tickling his flushed skin. It wasn’t hard for him to make it to your room and once he laid you down gently and covered you with your blankets Michael turned to leave, thinking that you needed the space after all that had happened in your day. Sleepily you reached out and grasped his wrist.

“Please stay,” you asked groggily clearly not thinking beyond just the mere comfort of his presence. Michael stiffened but the temptation was too strong as he huffed, unable to say no.

“Okay,” he whispered.

You scooted over watching him with sleep bleary eyes as he laid back next to you on top of the blankets. Your scent attacked his senses and it made him a little nervous but when you forced him under the blankets and scooted to curl yourself into his side, like a sleepy kitten, he relaxed and held you. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his arms and once he knew that you were deep into slumber did Michael finally start to drift off. He didn’t know if he was going to be able to go back to sleeping on the couch after this, especially if he got to hold you through the night with no consequences. Whatever laid forth he was ready to take it as long as it meant he got to spend moments like this with you. And with that last thought Michael lost the battle to sleep and dreamed peaceful dreams with you by his side.

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Recovery

Pairing: Remus Lupin x F!OC (Hadley, featuring Poly!Wolfstar)

Warnings: Polyamory, mentions of physical pain and illness/fatigue

Word Count: 838

Summary: After a particularly rough full moon, Remus needs the two things that will help him heal most -- hot chocolate and snuggles from someone he loves.

A/N: Fluffcember Day 8, I hope you all like it!

Sirius called Hadley; he had to leave on a mission for the Order and last night’s full moon was particularly rough on Remus, with it being the longest night of the year. Sirius had done the best he could to help his boyfriend’s recovery, but time was running short. He had to meet Kingsley Shacklebolt all the way across London in forty minutes. So he called in backup.

She arrived shortly after Sirius left and let herself into the flat. “Remy?” she called, only receiving a groan from the bedroom in response. She set to work right away, emptying her bag onto the kitchen counter before finding a pot and pouring in the milk she brought. Lighting the stove with her wand, Hadley made her way toward the bedroom.

It was dark, the only light creeping in from around the blackout curtain on the window on the opposite wall. The room smelled of wet dogs due to its two inhabitants and their activities last night, romping through the freshly fallen snow. On the bed, a large pile of blankets and sodden clothing moved as Remus shuffled around to look at her.

He breathed out her name, as if her presence alone was sweet relief. A pale, lanky forearm stretched out from under the pile and she cradled it in her own. She traced over the lines on his palm, down each one of his fingers and planted kisses at the tips of each one.

“How are you, love?” she asked, crouching down to his eye level and holding his hand against her chest.

“Fucking wretched,” he grunted, voice muffled slightly from the blanket draped over half his face.

“Any new cuts? Bruises?”

“Naw, Sirius patched me up ‘fore he left.”

She nodded and placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand over one of his scars. “I’ll be right back.”

The milk on the stove was at the perfect temperature when she made her way back to the kitchen. She fixed up two mugs of hot chocolate and made sure they were well mixed, then cast a warming charm over them. Making her way back to the bedroom, she put one mug on Remus’s nightstand and the other on Sirius’s before she crawled into the other side of the bed, scooting as close to Remus as she could get. 

When he felt her weight dipping the other side of the mattress he flipped over, the blanket mound nearly toppling onto her. Hadley shuffled under it, seeking the feel of his skin. He sought her out as well and they met in the middle, his arms winding around her shoulders and hers around his waist, keeping her touch as gentle as possible. He was sensitive after a transformation but also needed to know that he was cared for, that he was loved. A physical reminder of those things helped speed his healing, hence the cuddling.

“Will Sirius be gone for Christmas?” she asked quietly. His eyes were closed tight, fighting against the pain that had dulled from a ferocious roar to a low growl with her presence. Still it radiated through his bones and muscles, the familiar, detestable ache of lycanthropy.

“He said he should be back by then,” he answered, “but who knows these days.” 

“Shh,” she soothed, “Don’t talk like that. We both know he will do everything he can to get back to you…back to us.”

The last few months she had spent more nights at their flat than her own, often ending with the three of them tangled together on the very bed she and Remus lay on now. The three of them hadn’t talked about it in depth, but they were all three in love. They had been since their last year at Hogwarts, after a drunken experiment in the Room of Requirement. 

“I know…I just worry.”

“There’s hot chocolate on the nightstand. It’ll make you feel better.” She was moving to reach it before she finished her sentence, knowing he was too weak and tired to reach for it himself. Slowly, she helped him sip from the mug. The creases between his brow eased at the taste, his body relaxing slightly.

“Mmm, perfect as ever,” he praised, raising his hand to stroke her cheek. She leaned into the touch but put the hot chocolate back and snuggled back down into the blankets with him. Leaning back, she encouraged him to rest his head on her chest while she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. His arm draped over his stomach and his legs entwined with hers. With a comforted sigh, he closed his eyes while she stroked his messy hair in order to lull him to sleep.

When Sirius came back later that day — the mission hadn’t taken nearly as long as originally thought — he found the two loves of his life cuddled on their bed. His heart swelled with love and he thought about joining them, but instead decided to clean up the cold mugs of cocoa and start dinner.

[imthebadguyyy]

Hi. This is mine request

Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks

You Scared Me To Death !

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.

Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.

75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.

All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.

But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.

Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.

You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"

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20 seconds to lights out.

Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?

Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"

It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.

"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.

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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"

As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"

As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.

Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"

Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.

Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?

Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!

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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?

And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.

The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.

"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"

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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.

As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"

Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.

Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.

"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"

"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.

"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.

Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"

And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.

You were going to be okay.

[sim4areason]

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#4

Was inspired by the beautiful Eartha Kitt

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#3

cut Sebby's hair short, and I am totally digging the new vibe.

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#2

Modeling @ice-creamforbreakfast jewelry, @glorianasims4 Headwrap and Sifix dress

@renlishsims Genetic links for my girls are below. Sorry I am late posting this I got home and went to sleep this jaw infection is kicking my butt

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My #1 post of 2022

Sim4AReason's Lookbook Challenge

I have been really nervous about doing this. I have wanted to make a lookbook challenge for a long time, I personally love them. My absolute favorite thing to do with my sims is dressing them up and taking pictures of them. I decided to throw caution to the wind and just do it. I am sure no one will want to do it and that is fine, but I wanted to put it out there on the off chance maybe someone would like to.

Rules:

Use any sim you want if you want to do a couple do it you want to only use one sim use one. However, you start off though that is the sim/sims you will use for the duration of the challenge.

No changing the genetics of the sim/sims let's face it they are perfect how they are. Hair and eye color can be changed we all know contacts and wigs exists XD.

Get creative, you can use in-game shots, render them, photoshop them to your liking, do whatever you like to showcase the outfit.

Give credit to the amazing CC makers that take time out of their day to provide us so much joy. Links would be amazing, let's face it they worked really hard and I am sure they would love for others to see their work too.

This challenge is not only open for Sims 4 any Sims franchise can join, the more the merrier.

Each day is open to interpretation. I am not going to stifle anyone's creativity. If you are not sure though what the day is asking for just let me know I will be happy to assist you. I do not bite, I promise.

Do the days in order, or skip around and do only the ones you want to. Take all the time in the world to finish this challenge, or don't there is no pressure to complete this.

Lastly, please have fun! If you decide to do this challenge I would love to see your pictures. Please tag it #S4R Lookbook Challenge and link back to my challenge page.

Day 1 - Cozy Knits

Day 2 - Spring/Summer

Day 3 - Think Pink

Day 4 - Monochromatic

Day 5 - Grunge

Day 6 - High Fashion

Day 7 - Roaring 20's

Day 8 - Fave CC Maker

Day 9 - Back To School

Day 10 - Maxis Match

Day 11 - Street Fashion

Day 12 - Holiday Outfit

Day 13 - Bright N' Breezy

Day 14 - Colorful

Day 15 - Beatnik Style

Day 16 - Stripes

Day 17 - Animal Instincts

Day 18 - Leather N' Lace

Day 19 - Blackout

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