#the next time I break into someone's house I'll take my shoes off at the door prommy

[transsongtaewon]

Riette, who walked towards the bed, lifted just one long leg and sat down on it. What are you doing, this is Korea! "Why don't you take off your shoes." "Ah, right." Riette obediently slipped off and tossed away her combat boots. She had cat-patterned socks on.

Chapter 57

Yoojin I will be honest with you, I think the shoes on your bed are less because she's French and more because she just broke into your bedroom. Correct me if I'm wrong tho.

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Falling Asleep on Them

SUMMARY: How would they react to you falling asleep on them?

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub & Belphegor)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Bullet Points

WORD COUNT: An average of 240 words per character.

COMMENTS: I wanted to do Belphie's part like the others but it ended up being shorter and you'll see why. Just a little bullet points' list. But I hope you enjoy. ⭐️

⭐️ Falling Asleep on Them 2 - Side Characters

CONTEXT: This takes place in the original time-line of Obey Me! One master to rule them all! So you live with them in the House of Lamentation.

You were probably helping Lucifer with his paperwork in his office.

Taking a break to rest a little and drink tea, you sit down in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace. He lets you sit on his lap if you want.

With so much paperwork, your head started to hurt a little and Lucifer suggests that you put your head on his shoulder and rest your head.

You were so comfortable that you ended up falling asleep.

When he notices, he smiles sweetly. He sees this as a way of showing how good you feel with him. Comfortable and safe.

He caresses your cheek. He thinks you're so cute. If you have long hair, he will stray it away from your face.

He will pick you up in his arms and take you to your bedroom.

If you are still dressed in your clothes, he will remove your shoes and accessories that you may have, leaving you with only your shirt and pants to make you more comfortable.

He leaves a note next to you saying "Don't worry, I'll finish the rest of the paperwork. Thank you. Good night, my love."

He kisses you on the forehead and leaves your bedroom.

After he finishes his work and before he goes to bed, he will stop by your room one last time to check on you. If you are awake and invite him to sleep with you, he will gladly accept.

You were watching a movie with Mammon in his bedroom. It was a calm film, perhaps even a little romantic.

You were snuggled up to each other. It was a calm film, perhaps even a little romantic. You were snuggled together, the lights were off, all the conditions were in place for you to fall asleep on him.

Me realizes you're asleep when he whispers something to you about the movie and you don't respond. He looks at you and listens carefully, your breathing is the slow breathing of someone who is sleeping.

If your head starts to fall forward, he will quickly catch it.

He'll be a little unsure of what to do, because he wants to take you to bed, but to do that he has to move, but he doesn't want to wake you up.

He manages to take you in his arms without waking you up and considers taking you to your bedroom. But he would have to go up those stairs in his bedroom and that could be dangerous.

He ends up laying you on his bed. You were already in your pajamas. He goes to lie down on the couch, but before that he admires you sleeping. He wants to kiss you so much, but he doesn't want to wake you up, so he gives you a light kiss on the cheek.

And he takes a photo (or a few) of you sleeping in his bed before going back to the couch.

He ends up sleeping on the couch. Unless you wake up in the middle of the night and invite him to sleep with you.

You were hanging out with Levi in his room, late at night, and ended up staying next to him watching him play a game.

It was a cute and very peaceful game. Then you laid your head on his shoulder, which already made him blush, and meanwhile you fell asleep.

He realizes you're asleep when he sees one of your hands slide lazily across your lap.

He panics a little. He needs to pick you up and take you to bed, but he can't wake you up. He needs a plan.

He does everything possible and impossible to hold you in his arms without waking you up. You look so cute when you sleep that waking you up now would be like breaking the most beautiful thing in the world.

He uses his tail to open and close his bedroom door and yours. He also uses it to adjust your bed.

He will put you in bed with the utmost care, and will slowly take a step back to make sure he didn't wake you up.

Seeing that you continue to sleep peacefully, he will watch you as if he idolizes you. And will take a bunch of photos to use as his wallpapers.

Maybe he fell asleep in your room while looking at you. You can always invite him to sleep with you if you wake up in the middle of the night.

You and Satan were reading books in his room. You were cuddled up to each other when you fell asleep.

He realized that you had fallen asleep when he saw the book you were holding slowly fall from your lap.

He quickly marked the page you were on with one of his fingers before the book closed for then place a kitten marker on it. He does the same with his book, trying not to move too much so as not to wake you.

The two of you were practically already lying on his bed and taking you to your room, at the risk of tripping over a book, would be dangerous. So instead, he tucks you into his bed.

As he has a single bed, he ends up leaving you alone in bed so you can be more comfortable.

But before he goes, he looks at you, appreciating you under the moonlight. You were so beautiful. He kisses your cheek softly and goes to the armchair.

He ends up falling asleep in the armchair, facing you because he was alternating between reading his book and looking at you sleeping.

You can always invite him to sleep with you if you wake up in the middle of the night. He will accept it for sure.

You and Asmo were having a super relaxing beauty treatment. Asmo almost fell asleep too, but managed to stop himself from doing so.

He notices that you are very still and silent and calls out to you in a sweet, low voice. He notices that you are very still and silent and calls out to you in a sweet, low voice. But you don't respond, and that's how he realizes you've fallen asleep.

He immediately jumps up from where he was sitting or lying down and approaches you to watch you for a bit. OMG you are so cute! he has to take some pics! Some just with you, others with him next to you and kissing you on the face softly, so as not to wake you up.

Well, he's not very strong, but he needs to get you to bed, or at least a bed. So the furthest he can take you without the risk of waking you up is to his bed.

Although his bed is large, it is a single bed. However, he has no other place to sleep. I mean, he won't sleep in a chair or armchair, that would ruin his beauty sleep. But he also doesn't want to sleep with you without knowing if you would accept it.

So, at great cost because he finds you adorable in your sleep, he wakes you up with soft kisses and saying your name sweetly. And he will ask you if he can sleep with you or if you prefer to go to sleep in your room.

You probably did a lot of physical exercise with Beel. Either you went for a walk in a place with steep terrain, or played a sports game together, something you liked or didn't mind doing with him.

Practicing this type of physical activity together can greatly strengthen a relationship, which is why he really wanted to do something with you. Whatever it was, it ended up being exhausting for you.

If your legs were sore, he carried you back home in his arms.

You two take a shower and go to his and Belphie's room to rest together. But your feet still feel sore, and when you mention this to Beel, he offers to give them a massage.

You two still chat  a little, but your tiredness mixed with Beel's massage makes you relax until you fall asleep.

He realizes you've fallen asleep when you stop responding to him. He looks at you sleeping and smiles, thinking that you're really cute.

He easily picks you up and takes you to your bed. He's used to doing the same thing with Belphie, but in your case, he's much more careful not to wake you up.

He lays you down on the bed and really wants to kiss you goodnight on the forehead.

If he wakes you up with his kiss, he'll feel a little bad and apologize. And this will be your opportunity to invite him to sleep with you if you want.

I mean, how could you not fall asleep on Belphie? He loves to sleep and more than that he loves to snuggle and cuddle with you. So that's how you end up falling asleep most of the time and he just sleeps with you.

But if somehow, he's awake on the couch and you fall asleep on his shoulder while he's distracted on his D.D.D. or something, he will... lay you down on the couch and sleep with you.

He won't bother taking you to a bed and will definitely use the fact that you've already fallen asleep to sleep right there with you.

If you want to sleep in a bed, you will have to wake up and wake him up so you can go to your bed. And of course he will ask if he can continue sleeping with you in your bed.

No matter where you fall asleep, he will simply lie down next to you and sleep with you.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[romanarose]

hey! i just saw your supportive logan fic for writer gf, and i was wondering if you would be open to writing something for chronic pain? the (gn! if possible!) reader having severe chronic pain, mostly in their legs, that prevents them from walking sometimes when a flare up is particularly bad. the reader just kinda feeling hopeless and so tired because there’s no cure to their condition. just really soft cuddles and comfort, ya know?

totally chill if this isn’t something you’re up for writing or isn’t the vibe! <3

thank you!!

Hi friend!!! I suffer from fibromyaglia and i fucking SUCKS so yes, I'd love to write this for you! GN read is 100% good, i'll write all kinds of readers.

Here you go!

Supportive Logan Thoughts: Chronically Ill Partner

Logan Howlett x gn!reader

Summary: Logan takes care of you

Warnings: Chronic pain

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When Logan came in after work, the house looked exactly the same as he left it, from the banana peel on the counter from breakfast to your shoes you always took off in the middle of the hall, which (lovingly) drove him a bit insane. It's not that he expected you to do housework while he was gone or anything, but it was a sure sign that no, you weren't feeling better.

"Honey?" Logan called.

"Upstairs!"

Logan opened the bedroom door to find you in the dark, only lit by the dim glow of the TV playing reruns of your favorite show. He took a seat down on the bed, brushing the apple of your cheeks. "Hurting pretty bad, is it?"

You give a little nod, looking up at him. "Sorry, I didn't get anything done..."

"Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it."

A little whine escaped your mouth, lip quivering. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have too, Lo, you just worked a ten hour day-"

With a playful smile, Logan pinched your lips together, making you giggle a little. "I'll survive doing a few dishes. You rest, I'll make dinner."

With a little kiss to your forehead, Logan did his best to prepare something you'd like. He was no chef, but after being alive all these years he was no idiot, and could cook pretty well. Plus, this was far from the first time your pain and exhaustion mad it hard to do anything. You liked to cook for him, but Logan liked to return the favor too. He liked taking care of you. He liked cooking for you and helping you bath and nursing you when the days were too hard.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" He enters the bedroom again. "I lied, there's no eggs. Or Bacon. But I did make soup."

"Soup!" You exclaim, happily sitting up.

"There yuh are..." Logan smiles at seeing you animated again.

After you eat, Logan carries you into a warm bath, gently rubbing down your soapy body in a massage, careful with the tender spots. He works on your legs where he knows it hurts the most, making sure to massage the feet too, where he knows pain can start.

"You're really sweet, you know." You mumble sleepily. Doing nothing all day really takes it out of your when your own body feels like it hates you. "I know you pretend you aren't. But you are."

"Oh, I know." He teases. "You should see me at work. I can't get shit done because I'm smelling every damn daisy out there. I've been written up 3 times."

You can help but laugh at the idea of your big, hunky boyfriend laying on grass, kicking his feet as he smells a wild flower, his boss in the background shaking his fist.

"Oh I bed. Do you also break for butterflies?"

"Every damn day. Can't go a block without hitting my breaks. Hard to get anywhere."

You're giggling now, feeling better as Logan drains the bath. He starts to towel you down before picking you up and carrying you to bed.

"Thank you. For all you do for me." You snuggle up next to him watching your silly little shows. The pain is a little better, but still hurts.

Logan's lips are kissing your neck and face. you know he's not trying to initiate sex, just showing how much he loves just existing with you. "I like doing it, baby. I know it seems like I'm bullshitting you, but when it's for someone you love... really there's nothing easier."

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What if Tommy had a box? A little box, maybe a shoe box or maybe even a cigar box, of things of his mother's. He talks about how terrible his father was, but what if his mother left? What if she left and didn't feel safe enough to take Tommy with her? Or that she didn't feel like she could support him? Or that she was broken and the only way to survive was to leave, even if she had to break her own heart and leave Tommy behind?

And Tommy has a box of her.

She's out there somewhere. Tommy hasn't looked her up. He's scared to. He has his father's name. He knows what his father was like. He doesn't want to find her if there's a possibility that seeing him might bring back all that trauma for her. He doesn't want to find her in case someone catches wind of where she is; if his father somehow finds where she is because he went in search of her.

But he has this box.

It's not a big box. As I said before, maybe a shoebox or an old cigar box. It has her name on it.

And when Buck finds it in Tommy's closet while helping Tommy clean his house, he gets curious and asks Tommy about it.

And.

And Tommy sees that box.

And he smiles.

And he sits down on his bed. And he pats the space next to him. And Evan sits there with the box and hands it to Tommy. And Tommy tells Evan fondly, "This is all that I have left of my mom."

And he opens the box. Maybe he pulls off the lid. Maybe he unlatches the top. But he opens it and what he has is basically nothing.

It was whatever he could save from his father when his dad trashed, burned, and dumped anything that had to do with Tommy's mother. It was a photo or two of his mother when they were young - maybe a small Tommy, a little big for his age even then, posing on a peer with a mother who looked like him.

Same chestnut brown curly hair, if a little golden from the sun, if a little longer. Same blue eyes. Same tall build. Even some of the angles of the face reflect in Tommy's. Same crinkle-nosed smile, even. Hugging Tommy as they laughed together.

Another photo was of them hiking somewhere. His mother helping a little, chunky toddler Tommy walk over a small stream.

There were little notes - "I love you" and "Have a good day" and "Miss you, Tomcat". Things Evan had only seen in other people's lunches - little lunch notes.

There was some sort of decoder ring from a cereal that Buck couldn't place, and Tommy confessed he didn't really remember why the ring was in there, but he knew it was important.

There was a lighter - the one his mother used despite the fact that his mom kept telling Tommy she was going to quit, she swore she would.

And there was a bigger note.

A goodbye.

I wish I could take you. I wish I was braver. I wish I was stronger. I love you, Tomcat. One day, I'll come get you. I want to. Be a good boy for me.

Mama

Tommy was maybe five when she left. She never came back. Tommy didn't feel like he held up to that standard of "Good Boy" while she was gone - he found himself increasingly becoming what he hated out of survival in that home with his father. At work in the army. At the station with Gerrard.

Tommy wasn't sure he felt up to that standard even now.

But his mom had been a coward.

She had left him.

And he still loved her.

So, maybe she'd still love him despite needing to unlearn a lot of terrible things; needing to work on himself to get back to being someone he liked; someone he felt proud of, even if that pride felt fleeting most of the time.

Buck doesn't ask Tommy if he wants to reach out to her. He sees this strange reflection of a box and talks about the baby boxes his sister has and Daniel has, but he doesn't. Not with his parents, at least. His baby box is the postcards he sent to his sister for seven, eight years.

And he couldn't send them to her at her house for fear of Doug finding them and tossing them out.

And he didn't interact with her much outside of that despite wanting to talk to her every day because he didn't want Doug to find out and hurt her.

But he was at least able to send her those cards.

And they both sit there.

With the box full of sparse memories.

With the heaviness of love still so vividly alive even without much contact, if any.

And maybe Evan puts a hand on Tommy's shoulder and pulls him close.

And maybe Tommy rests his head on Evan's shoulder.

And maybe Evan leans his head on Tommy's.

And Evan tells Tommy that he hopes it's safe for her to reach out someday.

And Tommy says he hopes so too.

[a-pastel-edgelord]

Hospitality

major spoilers of the final arc of kny reader beware

The first snowfall of the year is quiet. The squeaking crunch of Tomioka Giyuu's footsteps is the only notable sound to reach his ears. It's well into the day, with the sun already threatening to set, deep orange and purple creating a luminous effect in the untouched snow around him. The trees stand tall and cast deep grooves of shadow over the path, but Tomioka knows these roads well. He's not expected at Tengen's for another few days—the family had invited him to take in the New Year with them and their newest arrivals. He'd graciously accepted, their boisterous household is always a pleasure to visit (as long as one did not linger too long).

The only problem is that the cold seems to be getting to him. It sinks into his wounds, though they healed months ago, and makes them ache as though they are still recovering. Tomioka grits his teeth—it's nothing. His friends lost their lives, so how could he be here feeling sorry for himself? It's ridiculous, he just needs to push through—his knees buckle. He stumbled forward, catching himself at the last moment. Damn, damn, damn! He takes a breath, Total Concentration—he chokes and heaves like he's trying to cough out his lungs. As Shinazugawa would say, this shit is fucked.

Tomioka drops to one knee, clutching at his chest. Just a little further and he could— "Oh my! Sir, are you alright?!" A voice from behind him calls, and he nearly slaps himself for being so out of it he couldn't hear another person approaching.

The yellow light of a lantern bleeds its way into his vision, making his shadow longer. Someone kneels down next to him. "Sir? Ah, please excuse me." The stranger takes him by the shoulders and adjusts him so they can peer into his face. Tomioka's breath catches again as a hand touches his cheek with the sort of tenderness he'd long forgotten. And now he can see your face in return for you seeing his.

You hum thoughtfully as you look him over. Your eyes barely pausing over the space where his right arm should be. He can see the speed of your mind reflected in your gaze. Finally, you nod to yourself. "Alright, sir. You're not well—my home is still a little ways out. I'll have you warmed up in no time at all."

Giyuu stiffens for a moment, ready to refuse your generous offer, but his words die in his tongue as you lift him across your shoulders and take off at a steady jogging pace. Stunned into silence, he stares at the ground passing beneath him before craning around to look at you. "You don't need to carry me--"

"It's not trouble!" You puff. "The faster we get home, the faster we can start a fire!"

So, there's nothing for him to do but to accept your hospitality. It takes another ten minutes of travel, but sure enough you break out of the tree and sigh. "There it is!" You increase the pace, now nearly at a run, and he's left to bounce against your shoulders. It's not the most uncomfortable he's been, all things considered. He spots a water wheel on the east end of the house before he's carried inside.

You plunk him down in front of the dark hearth, not bothering to take off your or his shoes. He sheds his damp outer layers, folding them neatly. You go to a closet, grab a quilt and drape it around his shoulders, taking a moment to consider him... before grabbing another one and placing it around his head, thoroughly tucking him in. You leave the lantern next to him.

Is this how swaddled children feel?

You light a fire, place a heavy bottomed pot over the hearth and pour water into and cover it with a wooden lid. Shedding your own winter layers and shoes, you shuffle over, laying the clothing flat across the floor to dry. You do the same with his. You fetch a quilt for yourself and finally settle across from him, bundled up.

The ache in his body eases the longer he sits in the warmth. You place a bowl full of ingredients into the boiling pot. "There won't be any rice, I hope that's ok."

Tomioka blinks. "Why would I begrudge you a lack of rice? You are my savior."

"And you are my guest." You reply easily. "I may only live in a humble water mill, but I still wish for you to be comfortable."

He glances down at quilts piled atop of him. "This may be the most comfortable I have been in a long time."

There's a beat of silence, and Giyuu realizes that he said something rather odd. But before he can rectify the statement, a smile so bright it puts the fire to shame plants itself on your face. "That is a great compliment... or perhaps it speaks to the rough nature of your travels. Where is your destination?"

"Another couple days' travel west."

"I see, are you visiting family for the New Year?"

"A friend has invited me to spend the holiday with him and his family. He recently became a father. I think he wishes to show off."

You clap your hands together. "How wonderful! And have you decided on a gift?"

"A gift?"

"Yes, for the new parents and baby. It's traditional, is it not?" He stares. You look back into his face before understanding dawns. "You... have not thought of it."

He brings up his left hand to bury his face in it. What a fool. He can't believe he didn't think of anything. Mortification heats him and makes him long for the embrace of the snow outside.

"Don't worry!" You say bracingly. "Tea and sweets are always welcome gifts! Mrs. Tanaka has such things, her son is a merchant, and I'm sure we can trade her for a day's worth of work for a couple of boxes of sweets and tea."

Tomioka looks up. "We?"

"Oh, yes. I was planning on going tomorrow to strike up a deal. She knew my parents and has always been very kind. I've no doubt she can accommodate you as well." You practically shine with enthusiasm.

And really, how was he meant to turn down your kindness? You managed to save him from a social faux pas, it's the least he can do. A day's worth of work means he'll likely spend the night here again before continuing on to his destination. He's indebted to you; he should think of a way to repay you.

The answer comes in the form of a Kasugai crow, Nijimaru to be precise. Giyuu sent out his own crow (Kanzaburo is now safely retired) the morning after his first night at the water mill to inform Tengen of his possible delay.

"Caw-haw-haw! Bring your benefactor to New Years! The more, the merrier! So says Master Tengen!"

Well, that solves his problem on how to repay your generosity.

[yxngbxkkie]

i love you (h.j)

so, i found a tik tok that you can watch here of hannie saying i love you. and, i wanted to write a fic based on it. it's kinda sad but it has a happy ending 🥹 i hope you guys like it! 💓

feedback is appreciated 🥰

"Are you seriously being this way?" Jisung asks you with pointed eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. "I told you that this month's going to be busy. Our comeback is coming up quickly."

You scoff and run a hand through your hair, getting frustrated. "Okay, and I get that," you tell him. "But, I also thought that you'd make a little time for your fiancé."

The dark brunette rolls his eyes before walking towards the front door. "You're really going to throw that in my face? You said you understood. This is my life. It's always going to be this way," he mentions, putting his shoes back on.

"Where are you going?" You ask him, looking towards the clock.

"I'm going back to the studio. I'm not going to sit here and argue with you over stuff you already know, Y/N," Jisung sighs, opening the door to your shared apartment. "You're being really clingy right now, and I just… I can't handle it."

You purse your lips as tears begin to pool in your eyes. "God forbid I worry about you, Jisung," you laugh, shaking your head. "If you don't want someone clingy, maybe we shouldn't get married."

Silence fills the shared space, and both of you avoid eye contact with one another. Tears begin to slide down your cheeks, feeling a little hurt that he's not fighting to stay with you.

You walk away from him first, heading into your bedroom. You flinch a bit when you hear the front door shut, silence continuing to fill your apartment.

Your lip quivers as you look down at your engagement ring. A sob escapes your lips as you slide the ring off of your fingers, gently placing it on the dresser.

After trying to stop yourself from crying so much, you grab your duffel bag out of the closet. You stuff some clothes into it, packing everything you might need for the next couple of days.

A part of you wants to text Jisung to let him know that you're not going to be home. But, another part of you wants him to worry. Maybe he'll come to his senses and not let this small argument ruin your relationship.

You tuck your hair behind your ears before wiping the tear streaks from your face. You slip your shoes on and walk out the front door, locking it behind you.

~

Jisung plops down in Chan's chair, releasing a deep sigh. He rubs his hands along his face as the argument he had with you replays in his head.

He checks his phone and frowns at the photo of you on his lock screen. Jisung slowly closes his eyes, knowing that he's not going to get anything done in this state.

He scrolls through his contact list and decides to call Minho. He presses the phone against his ear while staring at the white table.

"Ya," Minho answers after the third ring, hearing the sound of oil bubbling in the background.

"Minho hyung," Jisung starts to break down, tears spilling from his round eyes. "I think I fucked up."

"What happened? Where are you?" Minho asks him.

Jisung wipes his eyes while leaning back in the computer chair. "I'm in Chan's studio," he mentions, sniffling a bit. "Y/N and I got into an argument… a-and now I don't even know if we're together anymore."

"Ya, Han Jisung, I swear," Minho sighs. "You need to go back home right now and make up for whatever argument you had. Understand? Otherwise, you're going to lose her."

"O-Okay. I'll head there now," Jisung whispers into the phone, shoving all of his stuff back into his bag. "I'll talk to you later, hyung."

"Let me know what happens, okay?" Minho's worried voice reaches Jisung's ears, causing the younger boy to nod his head.

He hangs up the phone afterward and quickly rushes out of the studio. It doesn't take him very long to get back home. He pulls his house keys from inside his pocket, unlocking the door before opening it.

His heart drops at the sight of an empty apartment. The only light comes from the oven in the kitchen. "Y/N?" He calls out your name, slipping his shoes off.

Jisung's heart races in his chest as he checks each room. He checks the bedroom last and notices the ring sitting on the dresser. He swallows the lump in his throat, tears quickly pooling.

"No, no, no," he mutters to himself, gripping the ring until his knuckles turn white. He grabs his phone with his free hand, typing in your number before calling. He starts to panic when it immediately goes to voice-mail.

He takes deep breaths, feeling an anxiety attack coming on. Jisung redials your number, calling again. "Come on, baby, please," he begs to himself as he tries to call for a third time, getting the same result.

His hands shake as he looks at the screen, seeing your cheery smile break his heart more than it already is. He swallows the lump in his throat, moving to sit against the wall.

"I guess I'll just leave a message…" He whispers, dialing your number.

~

You wake up feeling like absolute shit. A groan leaves your lips, bringing a hand to your forehead. "This is what I get for crying myself to sleep," you sigh, pushing the covers off of you.

You glance around the hotel room you're staying in, your chest clenching at the thought of what happened yesterday. You reach for your phone and turn it on for the first time in twelve hours.

The first notification that pops up is a voice-mail from Jisung. You hover your finger over the message, debating on whether or not you should listen to it. You swallow the lump in your throat and decide to listen to it.

You press play and press the phone against your ear. Your heart strings tug as soon as Jisungs voice starts. "Instead of apologizing, I'll say I love you," he starts, noticing his voice is a bit raspy and you frown. "Thank you for worrying about me, I love you. Really, thank you. I love you. I love you so much. I love you immensely. I love you endlessly. I love you completely. I love you so much. I really love you. I love you the most. I love you the most in the world. I completely, madly love you."

By the time the voice-mail finishes, you're crying your eyes out. You cover your mouth with your free hand, not wanting to be too loud with your sobs. You pull the device away from your ear, not hesitating to call him back.

You click on his contact and press the phone to your ear again, listening to it ring. After the fifth ring, Jisung picks up. "Honey?" He mutters, causing your breath to hitch. "Baby, listen, I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to call you clingy. It's just… this comeback is really exhausting, and I took it out on you. A-And I know that's not an excuse, but I don't want to lose you. I won't survive."

"Jisung," you cry out, his words making your heart hurt even more. "I don't want to lose you either."

"Come home, please," he begs before mumbling incoherently. Your lip trembles as Jisung starts to cry on his side of the phone. "I love you so much. I'll work on myself, I promise. Please marry me still."

"I'll still marry you, baby," you whisper, sniffling. "I'm sorry I left. I'm coming home right now."

You stand up from the bed, quickly making it before gathering your things. Jisung's still on the phone with you, and his voice comes through the device.

"You have nothing to apologize about, honey. This is all my fault," he reassures you. "When you come home, can I give you a kiss?"

A breathy laugh escapes your lips, and you grab a tissue to wipe your nose with. "Yeah, baby, you can give me a kiss," you tell him, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You pause what you're doing as your gaze is fixed on the marble sink. "You pinky promise this won't happen again?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die, honey. I will never, ever do this again. I love you."

"I love you, Han Jisung."

~

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8

[wlfhrdlover]

Hello again ! Can you do Ajax x reader again ? when the reader have a teddy bear and he found out and she a little bit ashamed because she doesn’t want him to judge her. Please

hello! I love your ideas btw <3

MR. FLUFFY

Ajax Petropolus x gn!reader

summary: when you tried so hard to hide your teddy bear but your boyfriend found it and didn't minded it at all.

WARNINGS! none

— Where is he?- you panicked while tossing the blankets and pillows around, Ajax was coming to spend the night in your dorm, taking a chance that your roommate were out.

The thing is, Mr. Fluffy, the teddy bear that you had since 5 years old, you always loved plushies and when you went to Jericho you needed to close your eyes every time you passed by a Toy Store, because you know that if your eyes landed in a plushie you would buy it.

It wasn't something bad liking it, but after your last boyfriend and old friends laughed at it, you immediately tried to stop. You tried to hide Mr. Fluffy but you couldn't even sleep without him in your nightstand or hugging it close to your chest.

When you started dating Ajax, you always hided the teddy bear somewhere until he walked back to his dorm, you didn't wanted him to go away or make fun of you because of your childish manners.

Not that Ajax would even care about it, he was so in love with you that was kinda impossible for him to break up with you because of a simple plushie, but you didn't wanted to risk it, Ajax was way too important for you and you can't lose him.

Your heart stopped when you heard a knock at your door, you looked around and hoped that wherever that bear was, he stayed there and didn't even thought about coming out while Ajax was here.

Quickly throwing things back to place, you opened the door.

— Hey my love, you okay?- he chuckled and fixed your hair.

— Definitely, I was trying to find something- you shrugged and let him in.

— Yeah, what?- he asked smiling and you nervously laughed.

— Nothing really interesting, can you pick a movie while I shower?- you asked and he nodded taking off his jacket, you walked in the bathroom.

Ajax turned on your laptop and took off his shoes, when he sat down on your bed he saw something between your blanket.

A teddy bear, the red bow tie crooked, he chuckled softly and fixed it, he connected the pieces and figured out that you were trying to hide it from him.

Ajax decided to not embarrass you, hiding the teddy bear under the bed and picking a movie while he waited for you.

The next day, you were studying in your room when someone knocked, you made your way to the door knowing that it was Ajax.

He had a cute and kinda large box on his hands and was smiling when you opened the door.

— Hey love, can I come in?- he asked and you nodded, letting him in.

Then, you turned around and both of you stared at the same thing, Mr. Fluffy. The teddy bear staring back, he was almost laughing at your face.

— I can explain!- you quickly said and took the teddy bear, hiding it behind your back, your heart raced even more when Ajax chuckled- I'm sorry! I know it's childish, I'll donate him some day! Please don't break up with me- you panicked and tears started to prick on the corner of your eyes.

Now, Ajax panicked, his eyes widened and he quickly made his way to you.

— Oh no love, I wasn't going to break up with you, why you think that?- he asked.

— I thought you would judge me for having a teddy bear- you whispered and he smiled.

— It's adorable really, I would never break up with you because of a teddy bear, everyone had one at least one time, I mean, my mommas still keep my old toys at our house and sometimes it's creepy but comforting- you both laughed and he wiped the tear that rolled on your cheek- Don't worry about it my love, I couldn't break up with you because of something that makes you look even more lovable than you already was- he said and you relaxed- But I'm kinda upset that you never told me about it, because I would definitely show off my abilities in those carnivals we went, I would so try to win the biggest plushie for you- he said and you laughed.

— Jax, you literally missed all the balls in that clown's mouth thing- you said and he pouted.

— It was really far okay, not my fault- he joked and hugged you- Right! Look what I got for you!- he jumped and took the box.

You put Mr. Fluffy down near to your pillows again, opening the box your eyes sparkled at the thing inside of it.

— Oh my God! It's so cute!- you jumped and took a big snake plushie out of the box, it definitely reminded you of his snakes.

Ajax just admired the light on your face when you saw the plushie, taking notes to buy you more just to see your smile every time you open the box.

— Wait... oh! You... oh my God, you found Mr. Fluffy yesterday?- you widened your eyes and Ajax laughed.

— He was between your blanket, I thought that you didn't wanted me to know, so I pushed him under your bed and acted like I didn't even saw it- he said and you smacked his arm.

— Jax!- you exclaimed and he laughed more.

— Sorry my love, so... can I meet Mr. Fluffy?- he teased and you just hit him with a pillow, turning to admire the snake again, he smiled at the sight.

God, he was so in love with you.

[mitchhbitch]

The Unknown: The Strangers!Nick Folio

Pairings: Nick Folio x OC

Warnings: Angst. It contains language. Blood/Violence. Dark themes. If this makes you uncomfortable or you are under 18, please do not read! Thank you.

Summary: A weekend getaway turns into a nightmare when Nick and Michelle's vacation is disrupted by three masked intruders, one least expected.

Authors Note: First off, I want to say that this is the first fic I have ever written. It is something that I enjoyed writing, so I hope you enjoy it just as much. I am sorry that it took me this long to finish it. This is based on one of my all time favorite horror movies The Strangers. Thank you for reading it! I hope you all love it. Also, shout out to my bestie @thescarlettvvitch for helping me with this and for showing amazing support and love.

TAGS: @thescarlettvvitch @thefallennightmare @spicywhenspeaking @cookiesupplier @dsireland86

As I get out of my car, I see nothing but darkness. It was late by the time I pulled in. All I can hear are the animals being vocal. My boyfriend Nick invited me to his family’s cabin. It was an exhausting three hour long trip. 

Nick came bounding down the stairs with a big smile on his face, “Hey babe. Glad you made it here safe. I’m sorry I wasn't able to drive up here with you. There was a problem with the shower so I had to come and fix it up.” He greets me with a kiss. 

I smile excitedly and kiss him back “Hi baby. I’m glad I finally made it. No worries. Were you able to fix the issue?”

He grabbed both of my bags with one hand. How he managed the strength? I couldn’t say. 

“Oh yeah. It took about half of the day but I got it all fixed up. Plus I needed everything to be perfect for when you got here” he winked at me as he went inside the cabin.

I blushed. My cheeks turned a vibrant red in hue as I followed him, “It’s going to be perfect because we are going to be together.” Closing  the door and walking into the living room, “wow this place is nice. Feels very homey.” My eyes gleamed with warmth. 

“Are you ready to just relax this weekend?” Nick said softly, grazing my cheek with this thumb as he passed by me walking into the living room.

Sitting on the green sofa, he looked so content. I turn to look at him with a big smile, getting up from my spot on the lounge chair to go sit next to him.

“Yes. School has me wanting to rip out my hair. It's just been so hectic with studying for finals. It has me on the verge of a breakdown. But I am so glad to be here with you. With that, that also means no school and work talk anymore.”

Gently  putting  his arm around me, I nestled under the crook of his arm. I looked up at him longingly, he placed a  kiss on my forehead, “Sounds like a plan babe. I forgot to mention that being up here, we don't get very good or any signal and the wifi has been out for a couple of days. I got an email about that before I came up here. I have been trying to get someone up here but it's been difficult.”

Leaning into his arm, I joked, “well that sucks. How am I supposed to let my family and friends know that I haven't been kidnapped or killed?” 

Nick throws his head back and lets out a loud laugh, “Don't worry. I’ll protect you from anything Michelle.”

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While cooking dinner, I pour myself a glass of whiskey. Whiskey was my weakness. Hennessy and a lot of bad decisions. 

 Nick shouted from the living room “I'm going to go take a shower. I'll be back.” He left for the bathroom. Once I hear the shower start, I put my phone on the speaker and play some music.

There was a knock at the door. It was loud and echoed through the house. I was Confused. We weren’t expecting anyone. I went and opened it half way, peeking my head out. “Hello. Can I help you?”

A woman with long black hair, yellow beanie snug on her head. She was short in stature and whispered low while looking down at her shoes. “I'm looking for Jamie.” 

I couldn't see her face because of the porch light. It was too bright, I responded with a scowl. “I'm sorry there is no Jamie here.”

She asked me again, more demanding while keeping her head down  “Is Jamie here?”  

I sighed, already fed up. “There's no Jamie here. I already told you.”

The woman brought her head up to look me in the eyes, her gaze penetrating. “Okay. Whatever you say.” Slowly began walking away from the door. 

I closed and locked it shut. Walking towards the kitchen. Another knock is heard from the door. 

Frustrated, I turn back over towards it, peeking through the peephole. 

Christ, these people. Slowly reopening it, I was greeted with a different female this time. I couldn't make out her features but was only able to see her short and crimson locks. 

She quietly says as she looks down to the heels of my feet.  “Is Jamie here?”

I look at her, irritation steering through my veins. “Look I told your friend that there is no Jamie here. So leave before I call the police.”

The girl replies “okay.” She slowly looks up at me for a couple seconds and walks off. 

Closing and locking the door with a sigh, Nick asked from behind me “who was that?” 

I  jumped and turned to face him, “You almost gave me a heart attack. I don't know who that was. It was a strange chick looking for someone named Jamie. It was weird.” Shaking my head at the thought. Maybe I was losing it.  “Anyways, dinner is ready. Let's go eat.”

As we eat our dinner, Nick looks up from his plate, placing his fork on mine, fiddling with my carrots.  “How was the drive up here?” Did you enjoy it or was it too much for you?” He was never one for a quiet dinner, rambunctious by nature. 

I look at him with a bright smile, all teeth.  “The drive was okay. I'm not a fan of long drives but this one was manageable. It was peaceful.” 

Nick gave me a goofy grin. I melted internally as he grabbed my hand and placed to his lips leaving me a tender kiss, “You know i wouldn’t torture you with a very long trip.”

 I chuckled, taking his hand in return. “How very thoughtful of you, baby.”

I start gathering the dishes and take them to the kitchen. I place them on the sink looking out the kitchen window, I see a person standing near the trees. Confused, I called out for Nick “hey babe! Come here please”

Nick walks into the kitchen “what's up?” he goes over to me and puts his arm around my waist. 

“There is someone out there. I saw someone standing near that tree” I turn to look at him

Nick turns to look out the window “I don't see anyone out there babe. Maybe it's just the drink getting to you.” He looks at me and smirks 

I roll my eyes and move away from him “I only had half a cup. I swear to you I saw someone out there.”

As soon as he opened his mouth to reply to me there was a loud bang coming from the front door. 

Nick goes to the front door and opens it only to be greeted by no one there. Confused, he looks around and goes back inside “that was weird. There was no one there.”

I shrug and go back to the kitchen. I see that my phone isn't on the counter, confused. I start looking around for it “babe have you seen my phone? I left it near the counter when I was cooking and it's not there.” 

Nick leans against the door frame “no i haven't seen it. Are you sure you left it there? Maybe you just misplaced it.”

Looking at him annoyed, I answer “No Nicholas. I didn't misplace it. I know where I left it at. It couldn't just get up and walk away from me.”

Nick “I'll help you look for it. I'm sure it's around here. Like you said I don't think it got up and just left.” he looks around the living room.

I walk into the bedroom and look around for it. I get on the floor to look under the bed when I see a pair of feet on the other side of the bed. I see the person wearing black dress pants and black boots. Confusion running through my head, I sit up and look up to find no one there. 

“Nick come here please” I say from the bedroom while getting up. Nick walks into the bedroom “yes Michelle?” I look down to his pants and his shoes and see that he is wearing black levis and all black nike air max 90s. 

Nick smirks at me “baby if you want something you just gotta say it, you don't have to be a tease about it” he sits on the edge of the bed close to me. 

I roll my eyes “have you always been wearing those shoes or did you just change them?” 

Nick replies “I have always been wearing these shoes. Why?” I look at him horror flashing through me making me get goosebumps “I I think someone is in here. When I was looking for my phone under the bed, I looked across and I saw a pair of legs. The person was wearing boots”

“Are you sure? The only people here are us. I would think we would have been able to hear if someone came in here. Again, you need to stop watching horror movies” Nick says as looks at me 

Frustrated I responded “I swear on anything I saw someone standing on the other side of the bed. Stop gaslighting me Nicholas. I'm so close to leaving you here. I still can't find my phone.” 

Nick sighs “I'm sorry. Please forgive  me?” he pouts and brings me close to him.

I smile and kiss him “I guess I can accept your apology Folio. You are going to have to make it up” I put my hands on his shoulders as I stood between his legs.

Nick looks up at me and smirks “you don't have to tell me. I have thought of every way I am going to make it up to you baby.” 

Just as I was about to lean down to kiss him, the lights were cut off. I gasped in horror not knowing what could have caused this. 

Nick looks at me “well that's strange. I'm going to go to the garage to get some flashlights. I’ll be back babe.” He says as he makes his way out of the room to the garage.

I make my way to the living room to see if I can find some candles. I hear a tapping sound coming from the back door. Confused, I make my way to the back door, pull open the curtain when I'm greeted by a girl in a mask holding a knife. I scream and back up.

 As I'm running to the bedroom, I see a shadow down the hall. I gasp and run into the bathroom and lock the door. I go inside the bathtub and sit. I bring my knees up to my chest. Crying and shaking out of fear, I look at the door. I see it being shaked and pulled. I cry even more. 

The door gets kicked open and the shadow gets close to me. “Michelle, what are you doing here?”

 Nick asked me while standing near the bathtub. When I hear his voice, I get up and encircle his waist.  “Oh Nick. I saw someone outside holding a knife and I don't know if it was the same person b b but I saw someone in the hallway. I want to leave. Please, I want to go home.” I plead.

 Nick sighs and holds me tightly in muscular arms, “Alright, Alright. Let's go back home. Let's start packing” He goes to the bedroom.

“No! I don't care about my stuff. I just want to get out of here!” I get out of the bathroom and go to the living room. Nick follows me “What is going on with you? There is no one else besides us here” I turn to look at him and see someone standing a few feet away from him. I scream. 

Nick turns around and backs up to me “who are you!” he calls out. The masked person walked to us slowly. It was the same girl that was tapping the window. 

Nick holds my hand and runs out the front door to the car. I held and ran with him. As we got to the car there was a masked man standing near it. He had a ski mask and was fairly tall. He was holding a lighter in his hand. As fast as we saw the lighter in his hand was just as fast as he threw it to the car making it light up. 

Nick looks at the car “fuck. We ran back inside. As soon as Nick closed the door an ax came down on it. Screaming, I backed away from the door. Nick ran to me and turned to look at me. With his hands, he grabbed my face looking at me.

 “I need you to go hide for me, okay? I have a weapon in the garage and I need to go get it. I'm going to come right back for you. I love you” he kisses me softly and lets go of me and makes his way out of the room.

 I grab his hand to stop him “Nick I want to go with you please. I don't want to be left alone here.” Nick looks at me “it will be okay. I promise you. Everything will be fine Michelle.” I let go of his arm “please be careful Nick.” I say to him as he walks out of the backdoor. I follow behind him slowly watching him till he gets to the garage. Suddenly I hear a noise near the garage thinking that Nick could have gotten hurt, I go out and start walking towards it. 

Once I get close to it I see that there is a girl standing there in a pin up mask. I look at her out of fear and start walking backwards. As I take my steps she starts walking towards me. I turn to run and she walks behind me. 

I ran into the house and hid in a closet. I cover my mouth to keep any noises from coming out of me. I suddenly see a silhouette standing across the closet door. 

Suddenly the door gets pulled open and there is a girl wearing a doll mask standing in front of me. I let out a horrified scream.

 Trying to run past her, she slices my arm with her knife. I ran to the living room. As soon as I got to it, I saw a man in a mask dragging Nick by the shirt and tossing him into the middle of the living room. Nick is beaten and bloody.

 I gasp and go to kneel beside him and hold him. I cry and look at him. The three masked strangers stand in front of us next to each other. The masked man squats down to look at us.

 I look at him and say “Why are you doing this? Why us?” He looks at me with a smile and says “because you are here and you answered the door.” He stands up and stands next to the other two girls.

The masked man looks at both of the girls and says “It's time”. He takes out a knife and looks at Nick and I. The room is silent except for the sobs that are leaving my mouth. 

“Please don't do this. Please. You can take whatever you want. I-I promise I won't say anything to anyone.” I plead to them. 

The girl in the pin up mask takes it off and throws it on the ground. Next to take off their mask is the girl wearing the doll mask. 

The last one to take off their mask is the guy in the ski mask. He stands out to me the most because he looks familiar. 

Nick looks at me and says “I'm sorry this had to be done.” 

He gets up and stands next to the girl with the long black hair. He wipes the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and takes the knife that the guy gives to him. I look at him shocked and confused and angry not knowing what to do. 

“I I don't understand. Why?- Wait- you’re apart of this? Why did you do this?” 

Nick looks at me expressionless. “Because you were so different from the rest, don't you get it? You sweet, sweet dumb girl. You were a mere ploy, a means to an end.”

 I look at him shocked. “You don't mean that, I don't believe you!” 

Nick goes to me and squats in front of me “you don't have to” He traces the knife along my jawline. 

I look at him with a terrified expression and whisper “Nicholas, don't do this please.” I beg him crying on my knees. He leaned so close to me, his lip grazing my ear and whispered,  “Nicholas isn't here right now, please leave a message after the beep.” 

Three long beats go by and he leans back to look at me. I look at him and see his pupils are dilated.His eyes are no longer the light brown that I know, all I see is darkness showing no emotion. No love. No worries. Nothing. 

Nick looks at me with an evil smirk and grabs my jaw, squeezing it hard, he licks his lips and said;  

“You look so delicious like this, so weak and defenseless. Makes me want to put on a show before you lose.” 

I look at him angry and spit at him “Fuck you Nick! I hate you!” Nick laughs and wipes the spit from his face with the back of his hand, “those are some nice last words you have to say baby.” I try to move his hand from my jawline but he's stronger than me.

 He lets go and pushes me back, making me fall back onto the floor. I turn to see that one by one the strangers are leaving the cabin. Nick stands over me and knees down to straddle me. 

His knees are on either side of my hips. Eyes locked on mine as he spoke harshly,  “You know, I wasn't lying when I said that you were different from the rest. You were my favorite one.”

 I look up at him screaming, a guttural and loud growl erupts. “Please! Nick please! Don't do this! I-I promise I won't say anything to anyone!” I kicked my legs and hit him on the chest. 

Nick takes one last look at me and pushes the knife right above my right breast. I scream in horror and try to fight him off of me. 

Nick pushes it deeper and takes it out. As he takes the knife out,  blood starts seeping out and spilling on my shirt and on the floor. 

Specks of blood land on his arms. He stabs me a couple more times and gets up to look down at me. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. I roll over onto my stomach and cry. 

Trying to crawl away from him, he grabs me by the foot pulling me back. I turn to him to look at him, still on my stomach as tears fall down my face, I whisper “I love you Nick”. As those words leave my mouth, no emotion is being shown by him. 

I close my eyes to not look at him. Remembering all the happy memories we shared together. He brings down the knife stabbing me on the back. 

Nick takes out the knife, setting it on the kitchen counter. He takes one last look at me before walking out of the cabin. He gets into a car with the three strangers. 

Taking off. I open my eyes and look around to make sure he isn't around anymore. I get up slowly and make my way to the kitchen, seeing my phone on the counter as if it was never missing. 

My hands shake as I pick it up making a phone call. Hearing the dial tone on the other side, I take a deep breath.

911 what's your emergency?....

[thatspookyghoul996]

I'm not sure what to title it but I wrote a fic! It's about Art, me, and my husband (who plays Santa) and things get... interesting! WARNINGS!! GRAPHIC CONTENT: contains BDSM, sex, cussing, threesome, (please let me know if there's anything I missed!)

The day started off like any other, I woke up to my loves alarm going off and squeezed him with a playful "no, my daddy", giving him a kiss on his bearded cheek. He squeezed me back and replied "I love you, you know I have to go to work but I'll be off early today remember?" My love had a very special job, he played santa (and was dang good at it). I sat up, "oh yay, okay!" I said letting him go so he could get ready. I gave him a big kiss and he left. I sat up in bed, grabbed my glasses, and cane and went to the kitchen to make breakfast and then put a movie in. I decided on Terrifier and sat in the recliner.

At some point I mustive dozed off because I was awaken by our dog, Abby barking loudly, usually a sign that someone unwelcome is outside. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed my shoes, cane, kneck knife and coat and went out to the laundry room to let her out and see what (or who) was bothering her, expecting the normal; neighbors, cows, a rabbit etc. But what I saw was anything but "normal". A tall, slender, strangely handsome clown was standing in our back yard petting the cows. Seeing him from the back I thought it was someone playing a prank, knowing how much I love Art the Clown and the Terrifier series but as he walked closer to me I began to realize that somehow, no, it was actually Art The Fucking Clown. I'd honestly never been so frightened and horny at the same time in my life, yet.

He stopped a few feet away from me and smiled a big smile and waved, I was still a little in shock but I waved back and said "oh my gosh! Hiiiii!" He brought both his hands up and shook them around while doing what seemed to be a little happy dance. I was so nervous, having had the biggest crush on him since I'd seen the first Terrifier film (and also realizing he likes to murder people for funzies). He held his arms out and I slowly walked into them and he gave me a big hug, still smiling. "It's cold, would you like to come inside?" He shook his head yes excitedly, " "come on!" He clapped his bloody-gloved hands gleefully and followed me into my house. Dramatically but cutely looking over everything he saw until he got to the shelf of clown figurines which made him stop in his tracks and make a big :○ face. He carefully inspected each one, being sure not to break them. "Do you like them?" I asked, he looked and me and smiled big, clapping his hands together. "You can take one with you if you'd like" he jumped up and down and honked the silver bike horn he was holding, clapping his hands again. I laughed at his cuteness "do you wanna come in here? I said gesturing to the bedroom. He shrugged and nodded walking into my bedroom to see my wall of drawings of many well known clowns including himself. His face lit up and he pointed to the wall and then to himself, I laughed and said "yes, that's you!" He smiled big and then he turned and noticed the wall with posters of ASL words and phrases. He looked and me and signed "you know ASL"? I signed "yes", he got the most excited I had seen so far and then got the most serious I'd ever seen, paused a minute, smiled and signed "Noone ever does" he sat on the bed and his smiled faded, his face turning much more somber. I sat next to him and he layed his head on my shoulder, seeming to rub and purr almost like a cat. I held him against me gently as I watched his pale exaggerated features and couldn't help but wonder what he had been through. "Are you okay?" I asked out loud. He sat up and shrugged, "this is the first time someone hasn't treated me differently or ran away just because of how I look" he paused, "you were excited to see me, you came towards me instead of away. Sure it's fun to scare people, I want that sometimes, but I don't like being alone either" you watched him sign. "Alone? Doesn't Vicky keep you company? And your rats?" He rolled his eyes at me "not the kind of company I mean!" He signed with sass, making a cute face at me and tracing his fingers slowly up my arm to my face, holding my face in his hand and looking into my eyes. I looked back at him and felt my heart race, placing my hands around his slim torso, feeling his body through the thin fabric, *something* big pressing against me making the little strength I had in my legs disapate. I needed him, I craved him. He was right against me but still not close enough, his hands on my sides sliding up my shirt while he nibbled my neck. "Art..ahh.. stop.. we have to stop." He pulled back and looked at me, his head drooping immediately like a puppy that just got scolded for chewing the throw pillows. He began signing "sorry". "No" I said, "I want this, I loved it, you've done nothing wrong. But I'm married, and I love my husband very much."

Just then I heard the back door open and my husband call "hi babe!" Art looked at me with wide eyes. "HI baby!" I called "sit on the bed and I'll be right back" I said to Art, grabbing my cane and walking into the kitchen to greet my husband who was still in his santa gear. "Umm Daddy? I've got kind of a big surprise in the bedroom" "okay well let's go see" he said excitingly and walked to the bedroom he opened the door to find Art sitting on floor with my stuffed animals making them dance around. He paused when he noticed us, looked up and waved, smiling. Daddy was silent for a moment and very still before standing straight up and quietly saying to me "um, dear there is a stranger in our bedroom dressed as Art the Clown" "daddy that actually is Art, he's very sweet come on" I said walking in and sitting on the bed. Daddy was still hesitant, "come on, you're going to hurt his feelings. "we've been talking" Art looked up from the stuffed opossum he was playing with and waved and smiled before continuing to play. "H-how have you been having talking? I thought Art didn't speak?" "With ASL babe jeez don't be ableist" i said as Art looked at him and stuck his tongue out with a bratty expression. "Sorry" he said Art made an "it's okay" motion with his hands and smiled, Art looked up at him again and shook his head in disbelief seeming to only just now realize that my husband was dressed as Santa Claus. Art suddenly jumped up and began to flail his hands, smiling wide and pointing at my love in his costume. "Yes I know, Santa!" And Art shook his head excitedly, clapping his hands. I giggled at him cutely gushing over my love. "Daddy... I have to tell you something" "not sure what could be more surprising than this "baby, what is it?" "Well um I nearly kissed Art" I said, Art and I looking at each other. "Well, we've always agreed he's one of the people (or creatures) you could sleep with and it wouldn't count... though I didn't think it would actually be possible" he said with a laugh. "Though" he said unbuttoning his santa coat, if someone is going to make love to Santa's wife, he might as well be a part of it." He threw off his coat, boots and shirt until only his pants, suspenders and hat remained, Art and I watched, intriguingly from the bed. Art looked at me with surprised eyes, I smiled and said "I know". "What were you doing before I got here naughty girl?" He said gabbing my legs and pulling me flat on my back playfully as I giggled "we were just playing, Santa" "hmm you know santa likes to play too" Art clapped his hands with excitement. "Maybe Art wants to play with your slutty little mouth" Art smiled big and looked at me with puppy eyes waiting for my approval. "yes.. please" I moaned, already excited and breathing fast, practically screaming from how bad I NEEDED them both.

Art stepped out of his black clown shoes, unzipped his clown suit and let it fall swiftly to the floor revealing his slender, pale body, he was honestly so beautiful. Daddy popped me on the butt and said "flip over, let your head fall off the bed" daddy knelt on the bed and put my legs on his shoulders as I watched Art make his way around the bed stroking himself with his long grubby fingers, still covered by his filthy gloves. I stared at him wantingly as I felt daddy's warm tip slowly edge its way inside of me (fucking tease). "P-please" I said out of breath "you seem to be talking an awful lot little girl, hmm I don't think Art likes alot of chatter" daddy said sarcastically as Art began to rub his smooth, long cock on my face. I panted and moaned, sticking my tongue out trying to be good but practically going feral inside. Art looked down at me, his eyes nearly black, he positioned himself so one leg was on each side of my head (God he was so fucking tall🥵) taking the back of my head in one hand he positioned his monster of a cock in my mouth, patiently letting me adjust to his size as my eyes welled and I continued to suck, lick, kiss, and stroke him. Just as I'm getting used to his size Daddy decides to put his full length in me, hard, the way he knew I loved, grabbing my hips to use as leverage and thrusting, causing me to moan with Arts cock still deep in my throat. Arts eyes got big, the hand he had in my hair pulled into a gentle fist, he took his cock out of my mouth and started slapping my face with it, stroking in-between slaps, taking the opportunity to shove it in my throat at random and silently laugh when I gasped and nearly gagged. He pulled my hair back as if to say "look at me, bitch" and before I could react his warm cum was filling my mouth. Daddy continued slowly fucking me hard, at this point I was shaking. I swallowed Arts' gift and he patted me on the head with a smile. I let my body fall limp on the bed and daddy pulled out of me slowly, his absence making me whimper and pout. He smacked me on the ass, jerking himself off with the other hand as he knelt over me, "don't complain little girl, do you want back on the naughty list?" He said as Art made a "well do you?" Face and put his hands on his hips. I laughed and said "no Santa" with that daddy came all over my tits, managing to get some on my face as well. I moaned and wiggled a bit, soaking it all in. I took my finger and scraped some off my boob, slowly sucking it off, "thank you Santa" I said in a half silly, half seductive way. Art swiped his hand across his forehead making a "whew" motion and plopped on the bed, cuddling up behind me as I lay next to my love panting. After a few minutes Art tapped my shoulder "yes dear?" I said out loud, still a bit out of breath. He rolled on his side to face me and looked at me with tired puppy-like eyes. I snuggled into him and kissed his chest as I rubbed his back, feeling daddy wrap his arms around my back. This was a dream come true for me, but I wondered about Art, what was his life like outside if this? Was this the first time he was shown kindness? Would he stay with us? Would he kill us? And maybe most importantly did I love him?

[pyjamaart]

one of my favorite edgelords 😈

Let's talk about one of my favorite games of all time, Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass.

I had originally started working on a different piece of art for this game, but that one is still a work in progress, since I have to get my shit together and draw multiple pieces of furniture for it. That's why I decided to draw something easier first. And I say easier, even though I spent like two weeks on this. Man, I really don't have that much time to draw anymore since I started working at my new job... Sometimes I really miss my old job, where I could finish all my work in an hour and then read Transformers fanfictions for the rest of the day. Sigh...........

I tried out a bunch of new stuff with Buck here, like finally learning that there actually is an Overlay function in Gimp and then promptly using it for the fancy effect on the line art, the pattern on his wings and the background. This image also made me realize I can only draw giant Mega Man boots. That's why his shoes look like that, lol.

Now let's finally talk about this game. If you don't know anything about Jimmy, it's a Mother inspired game about a little boy fighting horrors in his dream world together with his family and some other wacky characters like the coolest man you have ever seen, an anime waifu and a bear. The game starts off like a typical RPG where his mom sends Jimmy and his brother, Buck (pictured here in this image, I'll explain why he looks like that in a minute), to fetch some honey for a cake she wants to bake. And to get that honey, the two brothers visit the beehive that's located south of their house. On the way there, they have to fight various goofy looking monsters in turn based battles. Jimmy unlocks the power of empathy and imagination at the start of the game and can turn into some of the monsters he defeats in battle, by putting himself in their shoes. Examples include a smelly green blob that was living in his brothers dirty clothes, a sunflower that was getting freaky with some of the bees, a very fast bird, and a bear.

When they finally make it to the beehive, the queen explains that a group of thugs is bothering them and promises to give Jimmy some of their honey if he takes care of the ruffians for her. The so called "petty thugs" are located in a canyon right next door, so Jimmy and Buck go and beat them up. After various shenanigans, including a "goon exam" and Buck breaking some bartenders spine after he refused to serve Jimmy some milk, they have a battle with Punch Tanaka, the worlds raddest guy and also the leader of the thugs.

I think this is a good time to mention that this game is freaking hard. Punch was the first fight in the game where I lost a couple of times, since it really takes you a while to learn all the games battle mechanics. I didn't truly understand the power of Startle/Alert until I was halfway through the game. That's on me though. I'm stupid. Still, later boss fights can get insanely difficult if you don't know what you're doing. (Looking at you, Lingering Eyes....) After kicking the thug leaders ass on the first try, the whole gang flees the canyon, but not before Punch warns Jimmy that he doesn't know what he's up against. He's not talking about himself or his gang, but his employer. And we soon find out who that employer is...

Back in Giant Garden, Jimmy and Buck make their way over to the beehive again, only to be confronted by a trail of green liquid that leads from the throne to a door in the back of the room. The atmosphere suddenly turns very eerie, with the whole hive being shrouded in darkness, the background music being replaced by a frightening track that sounds like someone held a microphone right inside a dying swarm of insects, rightfully titled "Cacophany of Bees" and the enemies you fight on your way deeper into the hive being horrifically mutated, suffering, cannibalistic versions of the bees you fought beforehand. This is the first time in the game you come into contact with a so-called "nightmare dungeon", if you ignored the secret one you can unlock in the canyon.

These nightmare dungeons all represent one of Jimmys fears, because, as you can probably recall, we're playing through the dreams of a ten year old boy. Maybe he was stung by a bee in the past and that's why he developed a fear of them? (Doesn't help that his brother loves to terrorize the poor things...) The other nightmare dungeon themes only get worse than bees: spiders, heights, drowning, haunted houses, math, eternal sleep ...and bears.

Coming back to the beehive, after trekking through a plethora of gore and dead cartoon insects, Jimmy and Buck get confronted by the now heavily mutated queen of the bees, who has some of the most chilling dialogue in the entire game.

"Jimmy... Jimmy, where did you go?

I can't see well, Jimmy.

I can't hear well, Jimmy.

I can taste blood, Jimmy.

It's dark and I'm alone. It's dark and I'm alone. It's dark and I'm alone. It's dark and I'm alone. It's dark and I'm alone."

In the end it turns out that the title-giving pulsating mass is behind all the terrible things happening to Jimmy's dream world, like employing the petty thugs to terrorize him, corrupting the poor bees, the nightmare dungeons, etc etc. And after Jimmy and Buck finally get back to their house, they arrive just in time to see their whole family getting kidnapped by a space ship. Even the two brothers get beamed up into the ship. All part of the pulsating mass's master plan...

Now I won't go into detail and tell you the whole story of the game (even though I really want to), but you can expect the game to get even darker later on. Normally, I don't enjoy playing really dark and gritty games, but thankfully, since this game was inspired by the Mother games, it still retains some of the funny and heartwarming moments that the series is known for. And I like that a lot. If the heartwarming moments balance out the horrors, then I can deal with the horrors. (TVTropes has this very fitting trope called "Too bleak, stopped caring", which Jimmy masterfully avoids with its charming, yet flawed characters and ridiculous moments that genuinely make you laugh, like the whole game shifting into an entirely different genre for one specific area.)

I'll try my best not to get into too heavy spoilers (that's reserved for the other piece I'm drawing), but I think I still need to explain what happened to poor Buck here. Just like the queen bee, he's been taken over and corrupted by the pulsating mass, after saving Jimmy from a murderous bear. (As you can tell, there are a lot of bears in Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass. Or is it always the same bear? Better play the game and find out!) After the dreaded bear boss fight happens and Buck gets dragged down into a hole, Jimmy and their mother Helga jump in after him, but you don't see him again until way later in the game, where he suddenly sports this massive pair of veiny wings, his slightly deformed skin and muscles have turned into a deep shade of purple and his eyes glow in a menacing red. There's also no talking to him, since his normal grumpy personality has been turned up to eleven and he's completely blinded by rage, actively attacking and sabotaging his family members in their quest to stop the pulsating mass.

He gets better though. Don't worry.

What I find really interesting about this character is that he genuinely loves his little brother and wants him to get stronger and more independent, but the way he tries to accomplish this is just really really... bad. In a late-game dungeon centered around Buck you find out that he's actually responsible for all the horrifying abominations and gore making their way into Jimmys head. How, you ask? By showing him a bunch of thrillers and splatter movies that were definitely not meant to be seen by a ten year old boy. Just to "toughen him up". Another dungeon centered around him, titled "The Abyss" (which is just a memory zone and not a nightmare zone, despite the scary title) implies that Jimmy is actually a little scared of his big brother. As I've said, all of Jimmys family members are deeply flawed people. (Don't even get me started on his uncle. Oh BOY. More on that in my next essay.) But I think it's nice. I think it makes the characters much more human. Much more relatable. Because despite all the horrible things his brother put him through and despite how scared he is of him, Jimmy still loves him a lot. And over the course of the game you get to understand that despite how imperfect and dysfunctional Jimmys family is, they're all there for him in the end to help him fight against the pulsating mass.

Man, I have so many feelings about this game. That's why it's one of my favorites of all time.

But before I'm done yapping, one more thing about Buck: The fact that he's an older brother, was presumed dead after going missing and reappears later in the game completely changed with a big pair of wings reminds me a lot of Claus from Mother 3. And since he's one of my favorite video game characters ever, Buck gets a lot of points in that regard alone. But enough with the Mother comparisons, other reviewers (Am I a reviewer now?) have already done that in massive amounts.

I think I'm gonna stop here for now and continue my essay when I post the other piece of Jimmy fanart I'm working on. Until then (and until I get my shit together and draw some cabinets and chairs), see you next time.

Jenny out.

[suvidrache]

bonfires on the beach

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 524 | Read it on AO3 | masterlist

Summary: bonfire with erron. warning mentions of blood.

You were used to Erron leaving and not coming back for long periods of time. You wished he could take a break, but the jobs paid well, and he didn't want to give it up. He worked as a mercenary, and sometimes the job was easier, and other times, it would take him days to get it done. Either way, you wanted him to take a break. You wanted to go on a vacation with him. Of course, whether it was legal or not, he always gave you what you wanted, regardless of what he had to do to get it. Unfortunately, this job was taking a lot longer than expected. You knew he wouldn't answer his phone. He never wanted to put you at risk, and he didn't want anyone knowing there was someone he cared about. The less that they knew, the better, and it kept you safe.

You sat on the couch, doing whatever on your phone to pass the time. You never heard the window slide open, the sound of footsteps hitting the floor. The sound that the intruder made as he walked carefully through the house. The heel of his shoes clicking as he walked, it was almost as if he knew the whole layout of the house. He opened the door to the bedroom, and he didn't bother closing it behind him as he made his way to your bathroom. He closed the door behind him and undressed. The blood splattered across the tiled floor as the intruders' bloodied clothing hit the ground. He turned on the water to the shower and stepped inside. He took his time cleaning himself off and attempted to clean his clothes. Hiding the evidence, he didn't want you to see it, despite what you already knew. He dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist, and opened the door.

You heard the shower turn on, but you had never heard Erron walk through the door. You made your way up the stairs, trying to find out who was in your shower. You walked into your bedroom and tried to open the door. It was locked. You stood outside, waiting for the intruder to show themselves.

Erron gave a small smile.

"Sorry, I didn't want you to see what had happened."

You breathed out a sigh of relief. You stepped closer to him and gave him a hug.

"Are you alright?" You asked him.

"I'm fine. My clothes need a wash, but I'll take care of it. You should get ready."

"For what?"

"The vacation you've been wanting to take."

You smiled happily and quickly started packing up your things while Erron dressed and took care of his clothes.

You were both ready to leave, and you headed out to the beach. It was night by the time you reached the hotel. It didn't matter, though. You both set your stuff down and quickly headed out.

Erron sat down by the bonfire on the beach. No one else was there except for you.

You sat down next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you.

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[fxchild]

The Switch

Miles Fairchild x fem! reader

Chapter four: flipped

It was warm, I was dressed in a red sweater and brown pants. I was cozy laying on a bed. I wasn't alone though. Miles was next to me, we were laughing. The room smelled like cinnamon, four red candles were lit, and it was late. Miles stops laughing and takes a long sigh.

"You're beautiful," He says sincerely, "I know I was a jerk to you but I don't know how to treat people, you know?" He says again. I don't say anything, just stare up at the ceiling. Miles grabs my hand and squeezes it as I wake.

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I shot up in my bed, freaked out because what did I just dream about? Why was I dreaming about Miles? I let the dream run through my mind a little bit more before I get up to get ready for the day. I wear a gray long sleeve shirt with navy blue baggy pants and a pair of white shoes.

I go downstairs to where Flora's school room is and see her and Miles having breakfast.

"Morning Flora." I say, putting a hand on her shoulder moving her hair back from her face.

"Good morning Y/n" She says enthusiastically.

"Miles" I say rather bland instead of saying hello or good morning. "Oh uh, morning" he says looking through his eyelashes with his head tilted down. "Finish up Flora we have lessons in about 15 minutes!" I gently remind her.

As I'm setting up the work I made and have planned from last night, Miles comes over to see what I'm doing. I'm laying worksheets and papers down when he starts to talk.

"Wow someone's old school, that's a lot of packets" he jokes as a shoot him a look from the side. He stops laughing and picks up a paper. "What the hell is this?" He asks in pure confusion.

"It's math genius. Don't you know what that is?" I say sarcastically. "Of course I know math, I'm not dumb." He says smiling shaking his head and putting the paper back in place.

Flora comes over and starts to do her worksheets and she is doing great until the last 5 problems. "These ones are too hard! I can't do it Y/n!" Flora says defeated. "It's okay Flora, here let me help you-" I start before I get cut off by the ringing of the phone. "I got it." I sigh hoping to at least help Flora before the whining gets worse.

"Hey Y/n, it's Erick, you know from algebra." A guy's voice exclaimed. "Oh hey man, what's going on!" I say excited that a friend had finally called me during my stay. "Well I know you're away and probably not having any fun, and Marissa is having a party tonight at her house and wanted to see if you could get away for a night and we could catch up and see some of our other friends?" Erick asked. "Oh my gosh, yes! That would be great, I kinda need a little bit of a break-" I say but get cut off yet again.

"Y/n I can't do it!!" Flora starts to whine louder. "MILES HELP YOUR SISTER PLEASE!" I yell for him while I'm in the other room. "Yes of course I'll come, I'm a little busy right now tell me the time and address and I'll meet you there." I say, and after that I get back to helping Flora.

"Hey, why isn't the problem done?" I ask concerned looking at her and then Miles. "I can't figure it out! It's too hard!" She says with her head down. "That's okay sweetheart. Miles I thought I told you to help her? I say whispering to him. "I don't understand the question." He says rubbing the nape of his neck. I sigh and take the paper away and give Flora a book to read while I talk to Miles.

"Did you ever go to school?" I ask him as we walk along the long halls. "Yeah but I didn't pay attention so I don't really know a lot. I have some work in my room I can show you what I know." He says looking at me with bright eyes.

'This is weird' I thought to myself, 'why is he now suddenly being so nice? It's like he flipped the switch or something.' I bite the inside of my mouth.

"That would be great actually, let's go." I say shooting my head towards him because maybe this will be my chance to find out what my dream was about. We enter his room and surprise, it smells like cinnamon. I see four burnt out red candles over a piece of paper but before I could investigate Miles harshly grabs my wrist to take my focus off of it.

"Um, here's what I know." He shows me a paper. It's not too bad and I could work with his head to learn more quickly. The whole time I was teaching all I could think about was my dream. Was Miles like a witch or something? Did he purposely try to get into my dream? Was that a dream at all?

Soon after Miles and Flora went to have lunch and I skipped it so I could be ready for the party. I inform Ms.Grose that I have an important family event and I will be back home later at night. I have to leave by 3:30pm to get to the party at 5 and get back home at 1am or 2. It was already 1 pm and I needed to start getting ready. I took a shower, did my hair, makeup, and put on a black tight spaghetti strap dress with a cut down the side. It was 3:00pm and decided it was time to get my shoes and start my car.

As I'm putting on my shoes Miles and Flora came into the front entrance. "Where are you going?" Flora asked sadly. "Don't worry sweetie, I'm only going to a family event and it's important I am there. I'll be back tomorrow." I say hugging her goodbye as I walk out the door. I'm at my car door and I hear Miles jogging up to me.

"Hey, what's up?" I say smiling. "I know you aren't going to a family event. Where are you really going?" He says agitated. "I told you Miles I'm going home to see my parents for a family get together." I say back trying to convince him. "No you're not just tell me where you're going okay?" He says now with his arms crossed. "Okay jeez, I'm going to a party tonight but it's super safe and I should be home around 1 or 2 am okay?" I say, opening the car door for myself. "No, parties aren't safe!" He sounds kind of concerned. "Miles I have to leave now, I'll be fine I'll see you in the morning." I say shutting the door while his hands are on the window. I drive off but I feel bad for leaving him like that. It's not a big deal though, I deserve to have a little fun outside of all of this school and work.

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HI GUYS SO HERE IS CHAPTER FOUR I RLLY HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT !! I know this chapter was a bit boring but the next one will DEF be more interesting ifykwim...

Don't forget to follow my TikTok: fxchild for edits and updates on the fic!! Tysm for reading luv u all !!

[nikisfwn]

Picture To Burn

You and Alex burn all of your ex’s stuff together after a drunken night at your house when you confessed to him. Things get a bit out of control.

Warnings: swearing?, mentions of sex but no actual sex, alcohol

A/N: Hi! I haven’t done a oneshot yet, in truth I’ve posted two things in total and no one has responded to them so have a cool little oneshot I had an idea for. Peep the Taylor Swift song as a title. I was struggling to come up with one and it came up on my playlist. Enjoy! (also sorry that it isnt all about the burning shit but i got carried away)

It was a Friday evening and you were drunk to shit. You and your boyfriend had broken up earlier on that day because he had slept with the same girl from his office even after you confronted him about it three months ago. Sure, you should’ve broken up with him then but you loved him. Too bad he was too busy fucking someone else to feel the same. A buzz on your coffee table snapped you back to reality from your drunken state.

Al Turner: Hey, Jamie told me about you and your boyfriends break up. How you feelin? Do you want me to come over or you could come over here?X

You grabbed the phone off the table and typed out a reply.

Hey Alex. I've had too much to drink to be able to come round yours. But if you could come over here that would be great. x

Al Turner: Great, I'll see you soon.X

Fuck. You needed to clean up. Alex was only about 5 minutes away, even less if he was driving. You quickly stood up groaning at the dizziness and headache that hit you at the sudden movement. You started picking up beer bottles trying not to count because you didn't need to know exactly how many it took to actually have an effect on you. You had just finished putting them in a bin bag when the door opened. There stood Alex with a crate of beer and his key in hand as well as an overnight bag on his shoulders. You hadn't invited him to stay the night but who were you kidding, of course you would let him.

"You should probably sit down love, you look like shit." Alex gave out a soft chuckle but he wasn't exactly joking, you knew that. You sighed and sat down patting the spot next to you on the sofa. Alex stepped properly inside and closed the door behind him, kicking his shoes off and finally locking the door before falling onto the sofa next to you. "Well I did bring these for you." He said holding up the crate of beer, "But it doesn't look like you need anymore to drink." He laughed, this time properly but you frowned. "You can't drink in front of me just because I've already had loads Al." Your words came out slightly slurred but you chose to ignore it. Alex however, did not. "Y/n, you are absolutely shitfaced and we both know it. Besides I can drink in front of you without giving you any, you just don't want me to." A smirk crawled onto his face, one that you almost wanted to punch right off.

"You're such a dickhead." You laughed with him as he gave you a beer taking one out for himself too. You opened it with the ring on your middle finger. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you stared at him. His beautiful eyes, his perfect smile, his stupid hair that he recently cut. You loved him, and not just as a friend. He was your best mate since you guys were 5, but you had a crush on him since you were 13. How could you admit it without ruining your friendship? "So, you gonna tell me what happened with him?" Alex spoke up, destroying the silence that had hovered over you. You sighed, a bit dramatically but apparently that was all you needed to let it out.

"Fucking hell, he was cheating on me within the first two months of us dating. Some random bitch in 'is office called Sarah or somethin. A friend of mine works with 'em and saw it 'appen. I confronted him about it and he said that he would stop, he apologised and well, I loved him so I kept dating him. I had a feeling it was still goin on I just didn't confront him about it. But earlier-" You paused remembering the events of today trying to put it into words and finally continuing. "Earlier I walked in on him and Sarah fuckin on the bloody sofa! So not only had they kept doin it, they started doin it in their free time too! I walked in and they didn't seem to notice until I had gotten so angry and- well I smashed one of his vases. Shocker but they stopped after that. He looked at me and started screaming about how I can't just walk into his house and that I should've knocked or texted. I told him that he gave me a key to use and that I had texted him but he was too busy with a whore to realise. He screamed at me to get the fuck out and I told him that he could keep on fuckin her 'cause I never wanted to see him again. He just said get out again so I threw the key at him grabbed the one to my house off his keys and left. Sarah just- stared the whole time. Like usually I would say that she had nothing to do with it but she did. That is what pissed me off wif her so much." You sighed realising you had been rambling and words getting more slurred and angry as you went on.

"Oh y/n. He's a bastard he isn't worth your time I promise you." You downed half of your beer as he spoke. "I mean I've given up on women at the moment, you should give up on men and we should just chill together." It was made as a jokey remark, you knew that. It did hurt slightly though. That Alex wasn't interested in you romantically. You played along with the joke though, "We should just fuckin date each other at this point." You both laughed. "I mean we already act like an old married couple it wouldn't make the biggest difference." Alex added on. You both laughed so much slowly making your way through the beers. When eventually you were so drunk that you couldn't think straight.

"Al?" Your quiet voice interrupted the silence that had hung over you. "Yea luv?" His words were loud considering the quiet atmosphere and he had no idea how to control the volume of his voice. "Y'know I luv ya right?" Alex turned to face you. "Yea? Why?" "No Al, not how you luv me. I mean I really really like you Alex. Not just as friends." There. It was out in the open. Your big crush on Alex was revealed after god knows how many years. "Really?" You nodded slightly averting your gaze from him. He grabbed the bottom of your chin and tilted your face up leaning in and giving you the best kiss you had in your entire life. He tasted like beer, old cigarettes and mint. God it was amazing. If you could've stayed there forever you would. He pulled away after what felt like an eternity but you still wished it was longer. He rested his forehead on yours and sighed before speaking. "In case you didn't get it, I like you too, love."

You and Alex spoke for hours on end before the idea came up to burn your ex's stuff. So now it was two am and you and Alex stood in your back garden with a box of your ex boyfriends stuff next to your barbecue. You had a bucket of water in case things went wrong obviously but other than that it was two drunk idiots with fire, therefore a bad idea. Alex was passing you items out of the box questioning every single one. "The fook is this love?" "That is a picture of me Brian and Sarah at a work party. Pass it 'ere." "Fookin' 'ell they're both ugly pieces of shit ain't they?" You held the picture above the fire and nodded while laughing before chucking the small amount of remains into a smaller bucket of water you had to put out the items. "Fuck, he didn't even 'ave good taste in music darlin' why were you wif him?" He had a shirt with Little Mix's logo on it and tour dates. The dickhead had bought it for Sarah but got it delivered to the wrong address so now you were left with it. "No clue Al, absolutely no clue." He passed you it and you placed it on the barbecue when things got out of hand.

"FUCK!" Alex quickly grabbed the bucket off the floor and chucked it over the barbecue while you turned it off. After a few seconds of you both staring in shock, the fire went out. "Fuckin hell." Your breathing was barely calming down but Alex pulled you into a hug. "Reckon that's a sign we should stop darlin'." Alex said chuckling softly. "Yeah probably." The two of you pulled away and started clearing up the mess you had made taking it inside and throwing the burnt items in the bin. "I think you should go to sleep love, you're wasted." Alex said to you after you had both cleared up. "Sure. But you're coming to bed too." You had a big smile on your face. "With you?" He cocked a brow and you nodded, "If you want me too then of course love." You grabbed his hand and you both made your way upstairs. getting changed with Alex in the bathroom you laid in the bed waiting for him.

He got in bed and you cuddled up to him. "Y/n?" You hummed into his chest in response. "What are we?" You looked up at him. "What do you want us to be Alex?" He thought about it for a minute before kissing your forehead. "I want to be yours love." You smiled and kissed him. "Well that's good because I wanna be yours too." He pulled you impossibly close to him as you fell asleep in his arms.

Your boyfriends arms.

It's a little rushed so sorry about that but I hope you liked it! The burning of your ex's shit was gonna be the main thing but I got distracted so it's a bit random. Hope you liked it!

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi! Here for the request I was talking about!

So a mista x reader, where him and the reader see each other again after 3/4 months of not seeing each other, bc of work obligations :)

Ps: thank you so much for being always so kind! :)

Been A While - Mista

notes: hi love <3 i seriously love this idea with my whole soul because AHHHHHHH like the ideas that came to mind when i saw this ask for the first time! literally obsessed. thank you for the lovely words and thank you for always being kind to me and sending in requests it means a lot <333

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You sat at your desk with you head in your hands. Work was tiring, college was tiring, jesus, life was tiring. You sighed and stared out of your window. It was way too late for your liking, but there was really nothing you could do about it. So you just worked with a plate of cold food next to you.

And then you panicked.

You heard your door downstairs open and your heart was pounding. It was way too late for this shit and you were about to screw somebody up. Whoever broke into your house was about to regret it.

You grabbed the nearest painful item you owned, which so happened to be a textbook and you walked downstairs as quietly as you could. You needed to be on the downlow just in case of anything. You heard the sound of keys and what seemed like someone taking off their shoes.

Probably some lost drunk, you thought, clutching your textbook.

You finally made it all the way down the stairs and gasped, dropping your textbook.

"Mista?!" You threw yourself into his arms and he giggled, holding you tightly against his chest.

"Hey baby." He smiled into the crook of your neck and took a big breath. "You smell good."

You held him close, never wanting to let go. "Guido, why didn't you tell me you were on your way home?"

"My phone died," he admitted, pulling back from the hug and rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to scare you." His eyes went to your makeshift weapon.

"It's fine. I quite liked the surprise. Plus, it finally got me off my ass."

"Still working?" He frowned.

You nodded and grabbed both of his hands. "I'm so glad you're home, love." You pressed a kiss onto his cheek.

"Sorry I was gone so long. I hate having to be away for months at a time."

"Well, you're home now, and I expect you to be here forever."

He giggled and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Not forever. But I'm hoping to be here longer than I was gone."

"Good." You smiled. "Then I'll take a small break from work too."

Mista picked you up bridal style and pressed a few kisses all over your nose, making you burst out into laughter. "Let's get you to bed, lovely."

~~~~~

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[fromshu]

save your tears

☁️ ꒰ secret relationship! taehyung x fem!reader

🍃 "i'm leaving" + "you'll never find someone better"

I. There were times you beat yourself thinking, if dating Taehyung was worth it.

In the beginning, the thought of being his secret riled you up. Meeting late at night, sneaking out of your house, and lying to your parents and friends of your whereabouts– it was exciting.

Was.

You couldn't pinpoint exactly when you had your doubts dating Taehyung. Most of the times, you convinced yourself or gave your relationship an afterthought.

You'd always end up beating yourself over for having insulted Taehyung in your head. Though he doesn't know– what he doesn't know will be better for him.

Or so you thought.

In your relationship, there was a boundary, there was an invisible line and you knew Taehyung was in charge. And it took you too long to realize, once you removed the rose colored glasses, you began to see through all the bullshit– for the lack of better word– he's been feeding you.

Soon then, you trusted your gut, and slowly began becoming detatched from the idea of being his secret.

It's always Taehyung, Taehyung and his ducking secret girlfriend.

You we're over it.

"I'm leaving." Despite your voice hushed, it was firm, enough for Taehyung to raise a brow in confusion.

"Yeah? It's summer break isn't it, so you're leaving to go home in your tiny province–" Taehyung scoffs, looking sideways, secretly smirking– which you definitely saw.

"Why don't you spend the summer with me in my mother's summer house? You know the one in an island over the States, I've always wanted to bring you–"

"I said I'm leaving." Cutting him off, Taehyung whips his face towards you. His face scrunching, thoughts bouncing of his brain– clearly unfamiliar with the hostility of your words.

Shaking his head with a small laugh he raised his hands agreeing with you, "Okay, I'm sorry. I won't joke anymore– Does that mean we won't see eachother for the remainder of summer?"

Taking a deep breath, using it as an opportunity to gather your thoughts. Staring directly at Taehyung–

"Not just for the summer, but for the remainder of the school year, and the next, and forever."

"Huh? And where will you go? You're only a scholar student, they don't accept students transferring midterm."

You scoff at his words– the same words he used when he called you for the first time "scholar student"

It was always "scholar student", you were no more than your efforts, the achievements and awards you recieved– often overlooked due to your status.

"For someone so smart you know you're stupid. I'm leaving Taehyung, I'm breaking up with you."

Taehyung's eyes widened, disbelief, shocked, and lost for words, as he stuttered over the looming silence.

"You're- you're nothing without me. I'm– you! You– you will never find someone better!" Face reddening, Taehyung points his fingers in your face.

A year ago you'd be intimidated– the power Taehyung's family over the academy was too much. Their influence and status could easily cost you your scholarship.

"I was nothing to you Taehyung, sure a secret. At first it was cute, I was fawning over how of all the girl I managed to catch that attention of yours. It did get the better of me I'll admit that much, but don't think I'm only worth something because of you."

With each step, you walk closer and closer to Taehyung.

"I was never yours, I was your little secret aren't I? Now, I'm done, I'm leaving." Spinning your shoes, you turn around, slowly walking away from him.

There were times you beat yourself thinking, if dating Taehyung was worth it.

And it turns out, none of it was.

[siriuslysmoking]

Living in Devotion | 5

the year everything flipped upside down masterlist

—I've been lonely too long

Oh, I can't be so strong

Take the chance for romance

Take my heart

I need you so

There's no time I'll ever go—

– Modern Talking

When they pull in, the sun is long gone, darkness has surrounded them on their drive.

The house is on the lake, though it’s unkept and looks as if no one has lived there in a very long time. Steve pulls his keys out, killing the engine as they all slowly climb out of the car.

They all grab flash lights from Steve’s trunk then venturing to the front door, Dustin rings it but nothing happens, no lights turn on, no shuffling, no opening of the door. Dustin clicks it again and again and then rapidly clicks the doorbell.

“Okay, well that’s settled. Looks like he’s not here.” Steve murmurs.

“Eddie! It’s Dustin!” He shouts.

“Great.” Steve whispers. Alex sees Maax wandering off so she decides to follow her, they walk around the porch, shining their flashlight through the windows, they can hear Dustin continuously pushing the bell, yelling Eddie’s and Rick’s name, followed by a more quiet Steve telling him to not scream that.

“He could just be really high.” Dustin offers. “Is that a foot?”

“No, that’s a shoe.” Steve dismisses. Alex follows the flashlight to what’s ahead, it seems to be some type of shed, for storing boats and an enclosed dock.

“Hey, guys!” Max raises her voice, gathering the trio’s attention that’s still on the porch.

They closely make their way over to the shed, shining their light through the window. Making their way towards the cracked open door. “Hello?” Robin calls out, stepping inside. “Is anyone home?”

“He’s probably scared shitless.” Alex says, walking in herself. “Remember I didn’t talk for two weeks after Starcourt.”

The floorboards creak as the rest of the group walks in, Steve speaks next. “What a dump.”

There are things all over the place, ladders leant against the walls, a boat covered by a tarp, a table filled with food trash and beer cans, life jackets, basically anything you could never need was here. Things look as though they were thrown around carelessly, nothing having a home, like a junk drawer.

Alex watches as Steve grabs an oar from where it was mounted on the wall, slowly moving towards the boat under the tarp, and making Alex jump when he quickly jabs the oar onto the tarp, punchering the poor boat. He keeps hitting at it as Dustin looks at him, concerned. “What are you doing?”

“He might be in here.” He doesn't give up on his jabs, persiting, it reminds Alex of Dustin with the doorbell.

“T-take the tarp off.” Dustin motions to the boat.

“If you’re so brave.” Another jab. “You take the tarp off.”

Max and Robin are by the table as Dustin and Steve are on the other side by the boat. Alex stands in front of the boat by the water. She watches as the water ripples and the moon reflects onto it.

“Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us, got spooked off and ran.” Robin replies to Max.

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin makes fun.

“Steve, will you give it a break, he’s not here.” Alex sighs.

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally I don’t find it funny in the slight-”

Steve is cut off by a blur of denim and leather jumping out from the tarp and pushing him up onto the wall with a broken beer bottle pushed up against Steve’s neck.

Shouts arise, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa- Eddie! Eddie! Stop!” Dustin shouts, pushing Alex back when she tries for Steve. “It’s me. It’s Dustin! This is Steve! He’s not gonna hurt you, Right, Steve?”

“Right. Yeah.” Steve nods a little trying to keep his next away from the bottle in Eddie’s unwavering grip.

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin motions for him to let go. He does but the moment it clatters against the wall, Eddie’s grip tightens and gets closer to Steve’s neck, he lets out a groan, Dustin speaks again, “He’s cool, He’s cool.”

“I’m cool, man, I’m cool.” Steve whispers.

“What’re you doing here?” Eddie finally speaks, his grip unwavering.

“We’re looking for you.” Dustin points to him.

“We’re here to help.” Robin adds.

“Eddie, these are my friends.” He points to them. “You know Robin, from band.” Robin raises her flashlight and makes a noise as if it were a saxophone. “This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play D&D.” Max waves, “This is Alex, she’s in your class, she’s a friend.” Alex doesn’t do anything to acknowledge him, her gaze doesn’t move from that damn bottle on Steve’s neck. “Eddie, we’re on your side. I swear on my mother! Right, guys?”

“Right! Yes, we swear.” The three girls speak, “on Dustin’s mother.”

“Yeah, Dustins…” Steve looks down to Eddie’s hand. “Dustin’s mother.”

There’s a long pause and then Eddie lets go. Alex lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she helps Steve stand up straight and sit down. Eddie leans on the wall Steve was just pressed up on, slowly sliding down it.

Dustin crouches down to quietly talk to Eddie. Alex squatted in front of Steve looking at his neck to check that everything was okay. “Eddie, we just want to talk.” Dustin reaches for the broken bottle still held in Eddie’s tight grip, but Eddie flinches away when, “Okay…”

“We wanna know what happened.” Robin crouches next to Dustin.

Eddie sniffles, “You won’t believe me.”

Max tilts her head, “Try us.”

It takes Eddie a moment to speak again, “She came over to my trailer.” He paused, his eyes focused on Alex. “Like planned, but she was acting paranoid, like something was gonna jump out at her.”

Alex draws in a breath looking at Eddie’s deep brown eyes. “I went to my room to get what she wanted, but…” He trails off. “When I came back it was like she was frozen, her eyes were rolled back so I couldn’t see her pupils.”

Alex’s throat is burning, “Her body, just, like, lifted into the air, and uh…” His eyes leave Alex’s and stare to the ground. “And she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones, they uh-” Eddie’s cut off by a whimper that he let escape. “Her bones started to snap.”

The only thing Alex can focus on is Eddie’s voice, not Steve’s arm around her waist, not her feet on the ground. Inside her mind all she was thinking about is what Eddie was saying, putting the words into vision behind her eyes.

“Her eyes, man. It…” he pauses to swallow, “It was something, like inside her head pulling.”

Alex can feel it crawling up her throat. “I-I didn’t know what to do so I… I ran away.” She can’t keep it down anymore, she rushes out the room back into the yard, hardly making it 10 steps away from the door before throwing up into the dead grass. It feels like forever but in reality it was only just a few moments before her throat stops and all that is left is a burn in the back of her throat and a nasty taste on her tongue.

Steve is once again holding her hair up, and rubbing soothing circles into her back. It takes all of thirty seconds before she stands up as if nothing happened.

Eddie doesn't look at her again as she and Steve make their way back inside. He just scoffs, “You all think I’m crazy, right?”

“No.” Dustin shakes his head, “We don’t think you’re crazy.”

“Look, don’t bullshit me, man!” He raises his voice. “I know how this sounds.”

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max replies.

“We believe you.” Robin adds.

“Look what I’m about to tell you might be a little… difficult to take.” Dustin looks hesitant.

“Okay…” Eddie nods in agreement.

“You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed?” Dustin waits a moment, “They’re not way off.”

He takes a quick breath before continuing, “There’s another world, a world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghosts and shit?”

“There are some things worse than ghosts.” Max adds.

“These monsters, from the other worlds, we thought they were gone, but they’ve come back before.” Dustin takes a breath, “That’s why we needed to find you.”

“If they’re back again, we need to know.” Max adds.

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin inquires before Maax continues.

“Dark particles, maybe?”

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.” Dustin speaks next.

“No, man, it was nothing you could see or-or touch.”

“What about the lights,” Alex finally speaks, “did they flicker?”

“Yeah, they did, I uh-I think.” Eddie finally looks to Alex again. “You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she was in a trance of something.”

“Or under a spell.” Dustin says.

“A curse.” Eddie adds.

“Vecna’s Curse.” Dustin’s eyes go wide.

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve speaks up.

“An undead creature of great power.”

“A spell caster.” Eddie joins Dustin.

“A dark wizard.”

“Wasn’t this guy in your campaign the other day?” Alex straightens up. “Look no more D&D, we’ve already had Demogorgon, Demodogs, evil Russains, and a Mind Flayer, can it really geet much worse?”

“Yes. It can and it will.” Dustin sighs. “Look, I think someone needs to stay with Eddie for the night. Just while we go get some food and stuff for you while we figure this shit out.” He looks to Alex.

“No.”

“Oh, come on.” Dustin turns and points at something on the wall. “Look there’s an ax, so you can do your mad shit on someone if they come during the night. Also you’re the second best babysitter and Steve needs to drive.”

“Second best?” She crosses her arms over her chest, lifting an eyebrow at Dustin, he gives her his puppy dog eyes. “Whatever, get me food, I haven’t eaten since this morning and I have literally emptied my stomach, so.”

“Got it,” Dustin nods, “Steve knows what you like, be back as soon as possible.”

“You better Henderson, or I’m telling your mom how her cat actually died.”

“Hey!” he paused, pointing to her, while everyone was filling out the door. “Not fair.”