#listening to the goosebumps theme as we speak

[luxmoogle]

Thrilled about it finally being time to post a spooky piece I drew in July, finally, tonight, tonight...

[gojoath]

ಣ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ NEVER HAVE I EVER, OKKOTSU YŪTA

a party with your boyfriend isn’t something you expected to turn so sour. but maybe that’s because you didn’t expect your past relationships to start coming out.. or for one of them to be sitting in the room with you.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. obsession. manipulation. stalking. yandere themes. aged up characters. exhibitonism. alcohol mention. jealousy / possessiveness. toxic relationships. never have i ever. talk of past relationships. wc, 9.2k.

note. another repost for the series :)

the air is warm around you as you sway in the living room, surrounded by intoxicated friends and strangers with red plastic cups in their hands and loud music blasting through the halls of the house.

you’d sat your empty drink down a while ago and hadn’t had a moment to refill for yourself yet, so instead you stay empty handed— although you feel pretty much occupied in your company.

you’re here with your boyfriend, yuuta, and his friends as you stand around with a few of the other people you’re not sure you recognise from his class. but you listen politely, not really absorbing the information as you let your eyes wander the room. although you’re quickly brought back with the press of cold fingertips beneath the hem of your t-shirt, before it’s accompanied by a slow breath exhaled against your throat from behind.

your boyfriend was always particularly clingy in these sort of environments, attached to your side like an extra limb or at this moment, wrapped around you from behind— much like the blanket you’d tuck yourself under every night. the only difference being you’re not comfortable in your own bed and your boyfriend, yuuta, had a certain aura, an energy about him. it was the sort of chill that made goosebumps burst along someone’s skin whenever they’d lock eyes with him across the room, the kind that urged people to look away before that happened — to avoid looking at you before he caught them.

it was like a curse of sorts.

“are you okay?” yuuta asks gently as you feel the cool brush of his fingertips brush higher, smoothing along your waist, his touch is cold as always but it soothes the warm press of your own skin as he leans forward. you feel his lips smear across your cheek as he speaks, almost a kiss — like he’s asking, hoping for one.

“mhm, ‘m good,” you turn to meet him, shuddering beneath the heat of his gaze despite the way warm was never really a word that came to mind whenever you looked at him. haunting, chilling, even unsettling maybe— but the type of look that made you not want to look away. like when the naive, pretty girl in the slasher movie thinks it’s a better idea to go towards the source of a sound in her usually empty, dark apartment than leave entirely.. to safety.

if only you knew those seconds, half-seconds that the line of your gaze connected with his, were the only moments in the day that he felt anything at all.

“are you tired? we can leave if you want,” yuuta asks, almost expectantly, hoping you’d take him up on the offer to lock you back up in his apartment, all for him, away from prying eyes of drunken party goers— away from everyone else if you’d let him. he waits for your answer before he kisses you once and you always thought it was a little unexpected how touchy he could be in public, considering how apologetic and awkward he seemed when you first met.

as always, you feel yourself melt into the press of his lips, into the confidence he always kissed you with despite his demeanour and you’re suddenly warm beneath your collar as his fingers press higher— urging you closer as his tongue swipes along your lips. but before you can continue, to go further— you pull away, maybe a little too aware of the amount of eyes around you despite the way your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care at all,

“i’m okay, i’m having fun.” you feel his fingers squeeze tighter as you answer but he smiles,

“are you sure? we can—“

“sheesh, i haven’t seen you guys in forever. where the hell you been, hah?” your conversation is cut off by the slur of a familiar voice as it barrels towards you both through the crowds, urging their way between you so they can throw their arms across your shoulders, an arm for each as yuuta begrudgingly breaks away to stand at the other side.

“maki!” you giggle as your friend uses you to keep herself steady— both of you mostly held up by yuuta strength alone. “we’ve both been busy, yuuta’s especially—“

your words are meant innocently, more of a factual response rather than something somber but that alone seems to ignite the fiery spirit of your friend when she’s groaning as it slips off your tongue. suddenly she’s turning to your boyfriend with a tight frown on her features, an expression that he’d grown familiar to seeing— but it’s one he still manages to meet with a smile.

“oh yeah? i hope you’re taking care of my girl, yuuta.” maki growls and you watch the way he scratches at the back of his neck, the exchange reminds you of the stories she used to tell you about the first time they met in their second year. before he was able to stand on his own.

“huh?! i am, i am!” his voice is almost boyish as he responds and you find yourself smiling at the way yuuta seems to relax around people like maki and his other former classmates. you very rarely seen him interact with other people at all when you were together, it normally just being you two— by his choice, because he always said he didn’t like other people taking away his time with you. but you think it’s charming, the relationship he has with his friends and the way they playfully jab and tease him in a way that makes you giggle.

maki ruffles at his hair as she tsks and you think it’s amusing the way yuuta’s eyes are back on you when he notices the way you’re grinning. “you remember what you were like before i took you under my wing, i’m trustin’ you to protect her!” you’re pretty sure he could easily dodge her playful smacks against his chest, especially given the way the alcohol has probably impacted her precision. but you also think it’s nice that he chooses not to, watching him chuckle, maybe a little embarrassed at her words as he waves her off.

“come on, maki.. you know id kill anyone to protect the one i love,” yuuta’s blushing slightly but there’s no uncertainty in his words, instead it’s like you can hear the pure devotion that’s wrapped and woven itself around every syllable when it’s accompanied by the unwavering cut of his gaze.

but still, it doesn’t make maki falter the way it might anybody else— instead she shrugs as her arms unwind from you both to cross her chest. “yeah, yeah. i’ll leave you lovebirds, third wheeling ain’t my thing..” she groans again before she whips around to stumble backwards slightly— balanced again by your boyfriends quick reflexes as he steadies her with one hand. his free hand finds its place at your lower back as he takes a step closer to you again.

“you remember what i said, yuuta! take care of her or else,” you’re laughing, grateful to be able to have someone like maki in your life despite people who may find her to be a little rough around the edges. she was one of the best people you could have with you, you think. she offers you both a smug grin, thumb pointing against her chest as she backs into the crowd, “i’ll be the one to kill you if ya don’t!”

yuuta chuckles quietly as you both wave her off, watching her push her way through the wave of warm bodies that block her path so easily— with a power that was so uniquely maki.

another breath and he’s back on you, just the same as he was before as his body looms into you— draping over you like a shadow as his lips reach forward to smear along your cheeks again. just like before, you turn to meet him— twisting into another kiss that he meets so eagerly, greedily and you rasp softly as he traces across your skin with his finger. he was good at that sort of affection despite how binding it seemed.

“i..i mean it.” yuuta’s words are muffled slightly against your lips, almost drowned out by the music but they’re still so clear to you when they echo in his voice. although they urge you to pull away as you give him a naive blink,

“mean what?”

“what i said.” he answers quickly, like he’s desperate to get back to where you left off, “i’d kill for the one i love,” it’s almost misplaced, the kind smile on his features and the way his eyes soften slightly despite the way something cursed twists in his gaze— his words are spoken like a promise. it makes you feel suddenly cold despite the warm proximity and the stuffy room, too many bodies squeezed together but you catch a chill as you look up at your boyfriend over your shoulder.

“you say that but, isn’t that a little dramatic?” you turn in his hold, blinking up at him as your palms press flat into his chest and yuuta looks at you— intently, all adoring as his own hands loop around your waist to squeeze.

“no,” his voice sounds lower as he answers, chest pressed against yours and you wonder if he can feel the way his answer makes your heart jump slightly, maybe that’s why he clears his throat awkwardly as your gaze holds his. “n-no i don’t think so, because it’s for our love.” his tone feels unsteadier now, like when someone is quickly trying to explain a point, their views, before somebody can interrupt— he needs you to hear him justify his devotion.

“i don’t want you stolen from me, i dont want anyone else to take you away from me. so i’d kill them, so you’re happy with me.. forever.” yuuta’s arms squeeze tighter around you as he speaks, like he’s scared you’re going to break away, although something in your mind tells you that wouldn’t be possible even if you tried. still, he’s smiling— that same warm look that he’d greeted you with the first time you’d met in the supermarket. “that’s why, i’d kill them. i’d do it for you. for us.” the words roll from his lips so easily, like he’s convinced if they’re said in his soft, kind tone— meant with pure love, that it would take away the threatening effect,

despite the way it would make any normal person's blood run cold at the promise.

something tugs at the corner of your lips at the way you don’t take him seriously, your tone a resonant pull as your palms press into his chest through his shirt, “nobody is going to take me away from you, yuu.” he can feel the warmth of your hands on his skin despite the layer between you both.

“i know. i wouldnt let them.” yuuta leans in again, to steal another kiss— to take what’s rightfully his but you don’t twist and curl into him like you normally do. you pull away, and all he can feel is the coolness against his chest where your fingers had been before you tug him towards the couch, pushed into the corner of the room.

“let’s take a seat.”

the next few hours at the party pass by fairly quickly and your boyfriend is closer than ever to you as your thighs rest over his own, his fingers fidgeting and pressing into your skin between kisses and staggered breaths. it makes you feel like a teenager again, steamy makeout sessions on the couch at a party between giggles, but you feel more comfortable now— leaning into him, hidden away in the corner rather than stood in the middle of the room as his tongue binds with yours.

every kiss with yuuta felt messy but purposeful, his hold on you was strong and his mouth was hot— pressing into you, pushing his name between your lips as his cold fingers hook around the back of your neck to squeeze and you melt, everytime he does it, with every exhale he breathes into you.

you’re so lost in eachother you barely notice the way the seats surrounding you begin to fill up quickly, the drunken party-goers lured into the living room as panda and maki act as ring leaders. the booming sound of their voices draws back you and your boyfriends attention, although his eyes remain on you.

you listen intently, albeit a little kiss drunk and drowsy as you press into yuuta— you hear the never have i ever name being dropped and you know immediately what’s happening, finding a giddy smile pulling at your lips at the nostalgia that follows along with the title. you’re familiar with it ofcourse, familiar with the giggles and secrets that the game always seemed to spill— it reminded you of younger times, but you think it’ll be exciting now as maki gives you a wink before pushing the half-full beer in her hand in your direction.

“come on, you’re playing right? can’t do it empty-handed.” she falls down on the other side of the couch next to you as panda stays in his place in the middle of the floor. you feel yuuta nose at your cheek as he explains the rules, urging you for another kiss— to turn back now that he’s acquired an even bigger audience to claim you infront of. but you don’t budge, so he relents as his fingers squeeze at your waist.

“are you playing? i thought you’d want to go home instead, it’s late.” he tries again, another last ditch effort to get you home as it goes over your head. he accompanies the question with the captivating pull of his hands as he squeezes at you from where you’re almost sat on his lap.

another press of his lips and you’re smiling, “yeah, i love this game! you’ve never played?” you reply like it’s obvious and you don’t see the flash of disappointment flash across yuuta’s features because he smiles too. he leans into you slightly,

“w-what are the rules?” suddenly he’s more than eager, albeit in his own awkward way. it’s only normal for your boyfriend to want to know everything about your other loves— apart from him ofcourse. his eyes are on you as you as he asks, gazing up at you like he’s mapping out your features. like he hasn’t memorised them already.

“listen, panda’s explaining them.” and yuuta does, he listens to the game rules while his hands squeeze into your skin, he misses the taste of your lips already— wishes he could have them again. the rules are simple to follow, but he thinks maybe it’ll be his chance to let everyone see the things you both have done together— all of the different ways he’s claimed you, taken you as his own over and over again.

“ah, i don’t have a drink.”

“we can share.” you say it so softly, without hesitation and it makes him feel warm— drawing him in until he’s kissing once at the corner of your lips and squeezing you even closer into his side as he knocks his forehead against your temple softly.

“okay.”

the game starts out innocently enough; never have i ever told a lie, snuck out of my house— but then as you expect, as always it morphs into something a little spicier; never have i ever fucked someone in my childhood bed, fucked on a boat, eaten whipped cream from someone else’s bodyand with every question, every press of your lips to the beer as you take a drink, you feel yuuta fidget uncomfortably at your side as his gaze cuts into you.

he doesn’t remember this, because it wasn’t him on the other side of these experiences— looking down at you as you lapped at the cream on his body or wrapped up in the comforter of your childhood bed. it should’ve been him, he should’ve been the only one to touch you, to feel you, it wasn’t fair that people have taken what’s his— that they’d taken advantage of you, knowing he wasn’t there to protect you. it wasn’t fair. it hurts. why won’t you look at him.

his hands ball so tightly you can see the tendons, even in the low light. the keen edge of his jealousy was like flint, a spark away from fire.

“baby? we didn’t do that.” the words were expressionless, they carried no hint of anything you could read. you know you hadn’t went over your past relationships with eachother. but he’s looking at you like you’ve burned him, betrayed him as his words hiss from between his teeth— just loud enough to be spoken to you only when you finally turn to meet him. his gaze feels empty, but he blinks up at you like he’s begging you to put him at ease— you’re lying, right?

to yuuta, you were his everything— his only, was it wrong for him to expect the same level of respect, of loyalty from you? hadnt you been waiting for him to find you, to loveyou. it’s cruel, that’s why he’d told you— he’d promised to kill anyone who’d try to break you apart, he should’ve warned you that the promise extends even more to the people who’ve seen, felt you before him. who’ve stolen what’s rightfully his.

“oh, never have i ever hooked up in gojo-sensei’s classroom?” you shift at that, yuuta feels it— picks up on the way it’s accompanied by the same reaction from the other side of the room and his low-lidded gaze, his instincts follow that movement until it locks on its owner.

kamo noritoshi, they were in the same year at school— albeit noritoshi attended the kyoto campus but they’d met a few times. normally at the good-will festival — yuuta had never found him to be too impressive, the years that he’d participated he remembers beating him, single-handedly— if you could call it that. maybe he should’ve hit him harder, had you already met before that day? because now he’s looking at you, looking at what’s his with such a heat in his gaze that makes something boil dangerously beneath his skin.

suddenly, there was an ache in him, like a rotted tooth. but this doesn’t mean anything not yet, so yuuta presses closer— his eyes are back on you and he watches you, like he’s waiting. like he’s hoping, you wouldn’t hurt him like that, right? 

you feel your cheeks burn significantly when your hand twitches, almost in sync with noritoshi’s at the other end of the room as you go to knock back the remaining liquid at the bottom of your cup. it earns you a few hoots and whistles from the surrounding ex-students, your friends— but just as you feel the plastic cup press to your lips, your movement goes no further before it’s stopped by a cool, tight press of something that wraps around your wrist. almost like a plea.

“please, don’t.” your pulse jumps, for a reason that you don’t know when you turn to the source of the voice, the source of the vice grip that’s coiled it’s way around your hand. yuuta has looked at you a thousand times, but theres something different in his gaze, an intensity that you’re not familiar with. your mouth feels dry and you can hear the sound of your throat as you swallow.

“it’s not fair.” his voice was cool, but you see his jaw tighten, just a little. “you didn’t tell me.”

his face twists and almost, you think you see anger and your nerves seem like they sing with the danger of it. you almost reach for him, to soothe him, to reassure him before it can go further but your fingers rest in the air where they reach with his next look. instead, yuuta rises, giving the room a sorry smile before he’s excusing himself—

“ah, sorry— i gotta go to the bathroom.” something tugs at you with his words, just beneath your skin.

“hah? what the hell?” maki calls after him and noritoshi is looking at you both now despite the way your boyfriend pushes into the hallway suddenly. he can sense the shift in the atmosphere and you notice the uncomfortable shift in his form as he seems to sink deeper into the couch. you feel warm under your clothes suddenly, embarrassed— guilty? you’re not sure, but it’s almost immediate the way you find your body pushing up to follow.

you’re driven by the obedience, the love he’s knowingly buried into you.

“i’m gonna go check on him.” you echo a few seconds later, you’re deliberately avoiding the eyes at the other end of the room but you still manage to meet maki’s before you’re turning to leave. she gives you an almost knowing look despite the way her face stays neutral.

“hey!” panda calls but maki cuts him off as she groans, like she’s trying to save face.. for both your sake.

“agh, leave ‘em— get onto the next one, will ya!”

yuuta feels like he’s in a daze as he stalks down the hallway, he didn’t realise you’d known the kyoto students like that— known him like that without him even picking up on it. he’d let him live with those memories, he wonders if he still thinks about you? the press of your soft skin beneath his palms, how far had you gotten? what desk had you used? had he sat at it previously? studied at it? his chest rises and falls rapidly, like its trying to keep pace with his thoughts.

it’s like all of the work he’s done has been erased, your schedule he’s memorised— the people he’s steered from you, the relationships he’s ruined, not knowing that noritoshi was right there. knowing the face you make when your mind is thick with pleasure, was he able to satisfy you the way your boyfriend does? does he still remember how tight your walls squeeze as you cum?

the bathroom door closes behind him and yuuta breathes heavy as his forehead rests against the cool wood. he feels like he’s losing his mind, his progress, his facade. but he listens, he recognises the footsteps that sound a few seconds later and he smiles.

“yuuta?” your voice calls as you push yourself down the hallway, you hope he hasn’t left yet— the idea makes something pulse in your chest, something ache in the space between your ribs because you don’t see the signs, you’re blind to them when it comes to his love.

another step and you can still hear the party raging on in the room you just left, although the hallway is eerily quiet. the floorboards squeak as you go to pass the bathroom and suddenly— you’re moving, pulled forcefully into the room so quickly that you don’t even hear the door open and you go to scream, you almost do.

the movement is so fast it steals the air from you, takes it forcefully from your lungs and it’s almost instinctive the way your arms raise to push at his chest, to push him away. until you realise that the person stood across from you now, was the one you were looking for in the first place. but the door is slammed behind you and now it’s just you two in the stuffy party bathroom. you look at him, there’s something different looking back. you can barely speak.

“sorry, did that scare you?” there was something uneasy about the silence that settles between you both; like a held breath, like the rabbit beneath the hawks shadow and you can feel your pulse striking your skin. the deep blue of his eyes seem to seep into you, to fill your throat to choking. you couldn’t cry out even if you dared too.

“but you came. i knew you would” a tightness he hadn’t noticed was there in his chest— eased a little, he wouldn’t lose you yet. his voice is sweet despite the carnal look he’s giving you, his eyes seem darker in this lighting.

“i thought you left.” finally you speak and your voice rises warm and resonant, sweetly pure. would you have been upset if he did? you would’ve left with him though, wouldn’t you? not that he was ever too far away, not from you, not ever.

“not without you,” he steps forward and something burns hot in you, an impatience, a certainty. like he’s telling you he’s about to have exactly what he wants, you’re about to give it to him. but something in his demeanour makes you step back, to press yourself against the door until he’s over you— caging you there, claiming you like trapped prey. the heat rises up your neck, his fingers wrap over your face and you can smell nothing but him as he curls over you. the push of his lips seem only a second away from pressing into yours. “i’d never leave you.”

“yuuta, what was that back there?” your stomach trembles and a warm drop of pleasure spreads beneath your skin. why do you want more still? you press your palms against his chest.

“i beat him once.” you can’t move, watching. you almost don’t breathe. his face is calm and blank, not tensed with effort like the strain of his voice would suggest but then his words settle and the room grows quiet again despite the music through the door behind you. it feels stuffy, you’re trembling. are you scared? “at the good-will festival.”

he eyes you for a reaction, “did you love him?” the sudden swoop of your stomach, his unsettlingly quiet anger. you were like a fish eyeing the hook.

“yuuta ofcourse i didn’t.”

“baby, i didn’t like it,” your stomach rolls, awash with nerves and relief at once. you drink him in, there’s hurt in his gaze— his bangs fall slightly over his eyes when your own hold them. “i couldn’t think..” his teeth grit and he exhales before he continues, voice returning to something sweet. like his mask slipped, even if only for a moment. “i couldn’t think about you with him,”

“the way he was looking at you.” he goes on and you rasp softly as he draws his fingertips along your jaw before he squeezes, the press of the promise ring on his finger is cold,

“you’re mine. all of you. do you remember?” his voice was warm with desire, you feel it heat across your skin. the strength of your lust, the speed in which it flowers, shocks you. you can’t breathe now but you don’t struggle, any normal person would run— would be able to see the red flags, the warning signs that are so hard to miss but you don’t. not with yuuta, not when he’s staring at you— when he’s already caught you like a wolf with the rabbit's neck between his teeth. “that’s what you said. you promised.” he strokes you with his left hand and your hips lift to the touch, you pull him closer and you tremble.

“i’m yours,” your mouth opens underneath him and the warmth of his throat pours into yours. you couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but drink him in, each breath as it came, the needy movements of his lips before his tongue follows.

it’s desperate, messy— yuuta’s claiming you like a dog. the kiss is full of teeth as he grabs at you, presses you even tighter into the door behind you as his body pushes flush against your own until your lungs quiver.

he’d normally much prefer to take you home into the comfort of your own bedroom, so he can take his time with you— pull out as many orgasms as he wants, the ones he owns without interruption. but now, he wants the whole party to know who you belong to, who’s name you moan when you cum and cream and he’ll make sure the walls remember it too. everything he does, he does for you. can’t you see that?

“i-i’m sorry, i can’t wait.” yuuta groans, exhales warm against your lips and you grab at him, your hands are in his hair to pull and he drools into the kiss— sucking at your tongue and pressing his already hard cock against the intimate skin between your thighs. “i.. i need you, baby. please.. give me what’s mine.” his words are a hormone-drunken plea and you’re hooked, drinking them up intoxicatingly— you’d let him ruin you if he asked if that same kind tone. like he hasnt already, for anyone else that is.

“i want you, yuuta. c-cant wait either.” it’s a strong pull as he moves you, but not disorientating, yet you still feel your skin burn hot where his long fingers are pressing through the thin fabric of your clothes. the fabric feels like it moulds even closer to the shape of your figure—almost like there’s nothing between his palm and your skin. he turns you both, almost stumbling across the already small bathroom, but he keeps you upright, stepping back without breaking his lips from yours until you’re pressed against the ceramic sink on the counter in the corner.

“he needs to know,” yuuta pulls away to breath deep, his palms resting against your cheeks, drawing his fingertips along them as he looks at you. “i need to know. to know it’s love.”

“i love you, i love you more than anyone.” he hums and you gasp when he finally kisses you again, cutting off your sentence before it’s replaced with a breathless exhale and he takes the opportunity to dip his tongue past your lips, allowing it to glide along your own as he tastes you.

it’s almost desperate, the way you’re pulling him closer — giving into his thoughts, his own fogged mind, you found yuuta’s devotion to be charming especially when it was coated in pretty words and compliments. he had you bending to his will, playing the part of the perfect girlfriend that he knew you’d be. you only needed him to complete you, to push you in the right direction, to love you.

you feel a coiling pleasure that’s been building tighten delightfully and his hand squeezing your waist only makes it burn brighter. you whimper against his lips and the sound drives him closer, practically pinning you against the small countertop that holds the sink behind you both until it’s squeezing against the back of your thighs.

“you’re so pretty, so warm.” yuuta groans and the deep drone of his voice curls down your spine, you can’t pull yourself away from him—not that it was even a possibility, with the way his strong grip keeps you in your place against his chest. his palms explore the topography of your hips, down your waist and up your thighs from where he’s pinning you onto the surface beneath you. he’s grabbing at you, pulling at your bones like he’ll rip you from your skin— dig through to your heart to have you, to consume you, devour you entirely and bury his love in the deepest parts that remain.

“hurry, please—” you plead against his mouth, breathing heavy with him and he feels sticky at the words, spoken against his lips. he feels his cock twitch and thicken behind his pants, he’s leaking already— heart racing from your touch alone, the kisses aswell. his thumb squeezes into your skin before he’s licking into your mouth; burying soft groans into your throat like they’re honeyed secrets and he’s losing himself in the dizzy spin of the room.

“say it first, for me.” yuuta grunts, almost begs and the kiss breaks wet as he stands tall, taps on the back of your thighs to help hoist you up onto the counter top before you jump eagerly and he’s slotting himself between them. he presses into the heat between your thighs as he almost stutters deeper, he wants nothing more than to sink into you completely.

but his relaxed bangs fall messy over his eyes with his next exhale, low-lidded and convincing. the dark glint in his eyes almost has you in a trance. “i love you, yuuta. have all of me. take it.”

your fingers tangle in his hair once more and yuuta can’t help but continue kissing you when you give him what he wants, what he needs. the hem of your skirt slinks up with his wrists, slender digits squeezing at the fat and muscle it reveals as his hands stroke up your thighs, pushing your skirt up until your legs spread around him and his fingers are trailing closer to where he needs to be most.

it happens so fast, it’s so desperate when you feel him push your panties to the side messily and the first swipe of his finger between your folds is purposeful, but rushed. he drags the rough pad of his finger beneath the hood of your clit as he rolls the sensitive bud and you twitch, grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt before the wet disconnect of his lips from yours has you whimpering softly.

the pretty sounds you make for him still make him burn.

“you’re so wet. so soft. d-does it feel good?“ yuuta hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, eagerly, like he knows what you’re gonna say before you even do— he does, because he knows you best, every part of you, every response and twitch. but you nod cutely and he keeps up the same pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, almost whimpering when he’s not met with much resistance.

his fingers are long and you hiss at the stretch but you feel something blissful flutter in your tummy when you watch him fall onto his knees between your thighs hungrily. “did he make you feel this good?” he shifts one over his shoulder as he keeps you spread, you know who he means when he gazes up at you from under his lashes. you shake your head almost frantically, panting, you can’t risk him stopping.

“its okay, i forgive you,” yuuta whispers and the words pour over your folds, “because it’s mine now. the sooner you forget about everyone else, the better. they’re not good for you, i’ll give you lots of love, i promise.” he angles his fingers inside of you up with angled purpose, like he’s showing off his knowledge of your body, of the reactions he can pull out of you so easily. but there’s some truth to his words now, he’d intentionally broken you that way— now even the press of your own fingers long to be replaced with his own.

he brushes them against the spongy spot inside of you until you’re slapping your palm over your pouty lips in a sorry attempt to muffle how needy you sound. but that won’t do, not when he’s got a point to prove— what’s histo claim, he needs everyone to hear it. who owns you, who loves you, who’d kill for you.

“don’t do that. i need to hear you, please.” yuuta’s warm breath rolls over your slick folds, it’s a second his eyes break from your own, transfixed and low-lidded with hunger as he watches his digits sink into you. until his head lowers and his tongue is curling against your clit before he’s dragging it back up, he’s watching you again when your lips part to moan and it makes his cock twitch.

it’s languid the way he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat, but he licks at the space between your folds like he’s starving— his movements thick with hunger and lust as he gives you another look. one that makes something sharp nip at your spine. you’re not embarrassed at how loud you’re being now because he told you it’s fine, it’s hisafterall— it’s what he wants, needs, so it would be rude of you to keep that from him, what’s his— when he’s being so good for you.

the pretty sounds from your lips curl against the small walls of the bathroom and you can still hear the deep bass, the giggles and laughs from the living room despite the lewd squelching from between your thighs, drowned out with yuuta’s slurps and smacks that are currently even louder. if someone were to pass by, they’d know what was going on— who it was considering the mantra of his name that you’re repeating like a prayer. like he’s your god despite the way he’s the one worshipping you.

he continues to sink his fingers into you, swirling tantalising circles into your clit with his tongue while his fingers drag more slick out, making a wet mess between your thighs as he laps it back up and buries his face into you with a loud swallow. every noise is so much messier than the one before, echoing from his chest while your hands grab and curl in the dark roots of his hair to pull. just how he likes, the pain makes his insides almost curl, tremble and shake. he needs more.

yuuta licks into your pussy and you almost choke on a babbled cry of his name as you shake against the counter top. you feel him flatten his tongue against your sensitive clit before he’s sucking it gently between his lips and suckling until butterflies pool in your stomach.

“who are you thinking of?” your pussy throbs around his fingers and he breathes a warm sigh across your skin. your eyes clench tight as your thighs quiver against the width of his shoulders and your head drops back as his dark gaze cuts up into you. you feel him drag his tongue in slow, thorough swirls over your clit as your hips rock side to side. like you’re chasing the friction, begging for him. your actions almost answer the question itself.

“you,” your head lolls forward, but your words don’t falter— your certainty makes something burst warm along the back of yuuta’s neck as he looks up at you. he couldn’t help it, he had to check— had to make sure that you weren’t thinking of someone else as your boyfriend fucked you. it should be only him, always.

“do you promise?” he asks again, just to be sure and you blink— head rolling back when he brushes his fingers against the gummy, sensitive spot inside of you and you squeeze, cry for him.

“yes! i p-promise,”

“that’s good. you’re close, i can feel it.” yuuta tells you, purrs against your folds as he works you with practiced precision. his eyes are still on you despite the way your hips twist under his touch but his body leaves you suddenly and he pulls away to break through the suddenly suffocating layers of his clothes.

“s-sorry, i need to feel you around me. i need it. all of it.” a ragged sound leaves you at his words, as he begs to feel you and it has you feeling drowsy and pliant despite the orgasm he’s ripped from you so cruelly. he quickly reveals the soft planes of his ivory skin, shoving his slacks down just enough for his cock to spring out and smear precum along the skin of your thighs as he draws closer.

yuuta really was gorgeous in his own way, dark hair messy where it falls over his face, his hand sweeping it back before he’s stepping forward and shooting you a lidded, almost sleepy look. it was like another side to him, one that he kept hidden away— like a body under the stairs or a secret. but he’s flushed to the tips of his ears despite the shadows that pool in the depth of his gaze, and you suddenly feel like you can’t get enough air with each breath.

his dark eyes pull like the tide, no matter how you swim against it.

“yuuta, i want to cum.” his smile grows, almost giddy and sweet with how much you want him— the way you rely on him to make you feel good. the way you purr his name and grab at his skin, is this how you act for him alone? but his whole body trembles when your fingers reach forward to wrap around the base of his cock, a plea— you’re beggingfor him and who is he to deny you of that.

he’s all you’ll ever need, this moment was proof enough. will you let him keep you all to himself? you’d make a pretty centrepiece in his bedroom— locked away in there forever.

“i know, baby. you need me for that, remember? i told you.” you won’t be able to love anyone but me. you feel yuuta grab you in a strong grip before he’s wrapping your thighs around his hips, but any other words are choked upon when the head of his cock finally finds your flexing cunt.

you both gasp as he sinks carefully up inside you, his hands squeezing and pulling your hips closer to his as your back arches. his cock sinks into you slowly despite the need in his movements, it’s like he’s savouring the sweet pull of your body and your cunt, like he’s being lured to his demise by a siren— a succubus. he’d follow you anywhere, he’d wait for you in hell. the length of him curves upwards and feels warm inside of you, gliding so sweetly past the spots along your walls that make your whole body twitch, your pussy tightening harder around him the deeper he goes.

“you’re always s-so tight.” yuuta’s cool fingers grope just a little too hard at your hips, dragging you along his cock as he forces your walls to spread open for him and he feels something ache deep in his stomach. his desire is heavy in each laboured breath he takes as he tries to keep a firm grip on his composure— albeit it seems to slip with every saccharine squeeze of your thighs and cunt around him. but his eyes remain on you. “always.” the squeeze is like his own little reminder that nobody has touched you since he did last either. he always liked to check. to be sure.

you can only reply with a sound that’s high pitched and needy when the weight of his hips finally rest against yours and he bottoms out. but you only seems to draw him closer, pulling him into you so he can drool and smear more kisses along your features— like the way a dog would appreciate its owner. mark you in his scent. cover you in it, he’d bury you between his ribs.

you’re both sweating hard but yuuta stills feels cold, his touch soothes your overheating skin and it lights a fuse that fizzles into something that feels even better. “yuuta, please move!” he feels his toes and fingers curl when you bear down on him eagerly, greedy for it, eager for more of his love. the love that he’s more than willing to pour into you, even if you choke on it.

“s-sorry,” he finally pulls his hips back, dragging his cock out of you and your pussy squeezes down tight on him in response, like it’s trying to lure him back inside, keep him forever. you’re tightening around each inch you lose as his fingers dig bruises into your hips and he rolls them back into you, beginning a steady pace with another slow withdrawal.

he wants you louder, messier— all his.

a whimper leaves you when you feel yuuta’s head dip towards yours, his body leaning over you to smear a few more kisses along your jawline. he’s working your hips to meet the encouraging pull of his hands from where they’re messaging, squeezing your skin with his bruising grip and you drink it up eagerly.

the pace he’s sent isn’t fast, albeit not helped by the cramped space and the way he doesn’t want to hurt you, but the drive behind each thrust still remains— he’ll make love to you anywhere. always. he can’t be close enough to you, something in his bones wills him closer and he can’t look away— he wants your eyes on him, your heart in his hands, all of you bare. your soul. your entirety.

your body claps against yuuta’s as he kisses over your skin, teeth nipping at your neck hungrily, but determined to leave marks before his lips are gliding along the sensitive spots that have you twitching.

“y-you’re squeezing me, it feels so good. so p-perfect.” he looks at you again, emphasising his words with a few sharp thrusts, before his pace inevitably speeds up, he’s gripping so tight into your skin that he’ll surely leave bruises— he hopes he does. your hips press almost painfully into the cool countertop behind you but he’s bending your body like you’re clay between his palms. he can’t stop, you won’t let him.

“yuu— fuck, faster.“ you finally manage to respond, whispery and choked off, but you can’t deny the physical reaction you have to yuuta’s compliments, as always. your tight cunt bares down tight around him and you both gasp before his breaks off into something dreamier, his pace stuttering as follows it with a few slow, deep thrusts into your doughy pussy.

“i’d do anything for you.” he whispers, like a reminder smeared along your skin— he’d write it in blood if it would make you remember. “only for you.” and you bask in it, want to give back all that you can as he kisses along your face. he inhales the sweet familiar scent of your perfume that’s now mixed with his own scent and he feels something carnal boil in his stomach. “do you know that? everything is for y-you.” every twisted little scenario made to bring you closer. it’s all with your best interests in mind, to keep you with him.

yuuta repositions his feet and takes up a pace that’s a little faster, rougher, pounding into you mercilessly as he marks your skin as his—leaving blooming marks between soft kisses along your neck and jawline.

it was always intoxicating to see him like this, to feel him so unfiltered and hungry, digging orgasms out of you like he’s starving— his sexual prowess still catches you off guard, no matter how many times you’ve had him like this. the positions he’s put you in— the places he’s taken you. a groan kicks out of his chest when the harsh slap of his hips makes your thighs tighten around him, and you feel your own hips tremble, as do your lungs like you’re looking over the edge of a cliff. you’re almost blind with pleasure.

“s-so pretty, so pretty.” yuuta tells you, his praise dripping through your rocking body and down your spine and it feels like he ignites something in you— something twisted and dark. he makes your insides curl and ache as your lips drop open to moan his name and his own ragged breathing cools the spit over your ignited nerves. you’re past caring now— but he hopes they hear you. “i won’t let him touch you again. it’s not f-fair. you’re mine. i’d beat him again…. and again, and a-again.” he’s grunting, babbling, words lost and hidden between huffs of your name— pants as he breathes deep. you can barely hear him.

your nails dig into his forearms, pressing as you arch your chest against his own— pushing closer, heart to heart, “g-gonna cum—“ you gasp, lips parting in a pretty o-shape as pleasured tears gather at the corners of your thick lashes. his gaze falters for a moment, from you to your creaming pussy then back to you, and he feels like the breath is punched from his lungs at how pretty you look lost in the pleasure he’s giving you. as always. he’ll never tire of the sight of you— the smell, your touch. he’d recognise you even in darkness.

“look at me, on me, b-baby. please” yuuta’s words slur, scratchy and growly, letting his fingers trace along your sweat slicken skin to roll your puffy clit as he continues to pound against the right spot inside of you. the ones he’s memorised, that only he knows. nobody else would have you like this, so fucked-out, so pliant. you listen, you blink up at him— gaze cloudy beneath your lashes but you’re looking at him and it makes his chest squeeze, burn.

you’re more than eager to give yourself up to him completely after a few more clapping thrusts, arching your back as you whine long and wordless for him. the hot rush of bliss and warmth settles over your skin when you cum, the fluttering press of your pussy throwing you into an orgasm so intense you see white behind your eyes.

“i love y-you, i love you.” yuuta purrs, his cock flexing and it doesn’t take him long before he’s giving in to the needy coax of your cunt and spilling thick and hot inside of you. a low whine rumbles low in his throat as his body curls over yours with a sharp groan—pinning you to the cool surface beneath you as the sink digs into your skin.

the room is now filled with nothing more than your ragged pants as you both try to catch breath, but his body blankets you, he’s still much too pre-occupied pressing kisses to your cheeks and mouth to notice the way you’re shaking beneath him.

“yuuta, come on.” you giggle a few seconds later as the haze in your mind clears, the sound of your laugh makes yuuta shudder— push even closer despite the way you’re wrestling to push him off. you finally separate, peel away from eachother— your faces puffy and half-bruised from kisses.

“are you ready to go home now?” your boyfriend calls soothingly as he massages at your skin, letting your feet dangle from the countertop as he kneads at the skin between your hip and thigh. his eyes are on you as he stares at you, a whisper of a kind smile on his lips.

“okay, yeah. i’m definitely tired now.” you laugh and yuuta’s eyes close with his next smile.

“i’ll stay over. so i know you’re safe.” he helps you to your feet as he brushes down your clothes before fixing his own, pulling your panties back over your pussy before his load can leak out. he likes knowing you’re holding him, full of him— although it makes something in his bones shake at the idea of people seeing him drip from between your thighs instead. maybe next time.

“yuuta you’ve stayed over every day this week.” your words jostle him slightly from his lewd thoughts, catching him off guard so much he almost can’t hide the pout your answer brings from him. you’re smiling, but your words almost feel like a rejection.

“is that bad? i miss you when you’re not there, i get worried.. incase something happens.” yuuta’s hand captures yours as he stares at you but you don’t say anything. “if i stayed forever.. it would be easier.. to protect you, then i’d never have to leave.” the expression you’re wearing is unreadable, not giving him the slightest hint of what you’re thinking and it makes him uneasy. are you leaving him? do you not want him by your side? after all of those times you’ve asked him to be with you forever? were those lies?

if only you knew you’d never been without him, even when he’s not there he is— always, watching, protecting. it’s not hard for him to get into your apartment. you make it soeasy.

“i’m sorry, too much? i just don’t want to leave you yet.” yuuta exhales, the space in his chest hurts. put him at ease. for love.

“n-no, no it’s fine. it’s cute. you can stay over.” your hand squeezes his as you go to reach for the door and he moves to let you go first— smiling down at you before the door opens and your lips part to gasp.

“huh? noritoshi?” you’re unaware of how long he’s been standing there but the flush on his cheeks and the sudden restriction in his pants would serve as proof enough if you weren’t already embarrassed. but you feel yuuta lean over you again, like how he was at the start of the night except his attention leaves you this time— his haunting gaze is focused on someone else. he’s like an animal making a show of claiming it’s mate infront of another.

“um…. sorry, were you waiting?” your words are quiet, the encounter is awkward to say the least but noritoshi clears his throat despite the way he’s deliberately looking anywhere but at the two of you.

“ah, no..” he starts, “you text me. you told me to come. i thought you may be in danger.” his phone is in his hand as he turns it to you and you’re there, your number— asking him to do just that.

“i…. didnt.” it doesn’t make sense, you don’t remember the last time you even had your phone, had you left it in the living room? was this meant as some sort of prank? but who would want noritoshi to hear you and yuuta? what sort of twisted prank was that.

“she has me. i’d protect her myself. that’s what pure love is.” yuuta finally speaks after a few moments of silence, his voice is lower than normal— not the sweet tone it takes when he speaks to you. his arms squeeze tight around your waist to pull you closer and you’re still too lost in thought to pick up on the tension between the two men in the hallway. noritoshi swallows thick and yuuta leans forward to press a kiss against your cheeks before he speaks, his gaze doesn’t budge from infront of him as he does.

“baby. we should go.” the petname is soft, back to his usual gentle tone and accompanied by the pull of his hands as he guides you back through the hallway, “excuse us.”

“yeah..” you’re confused— you’re not sure what’s happening as yuuta untangles himself from you to lead you away and suddenly you really are tired, ready to tuck yourself into bed and cuddle against your boyfriends chest. you need a well deserved shower considering how sweaty you feel underneath your clothes. but still, you can’t stop your mind from retracing your steps, you’ve not seen your phone since you got here, you remember texting maki— letting her know you’d arrived… that was the last text you sent… you didn’t bring a bag, had it fallen out of your pocket? you remember you were getting annoyed about holding it… you remember… your boyfriend… offering to keep it in his pocket.

you blink up at yuuta, but goosebumps seem to rise along the back of your neck when you notice he’s already looking back. he smiles, kind, before he squeezes at your intertwined palms as he leads you.

his hand still feels cold where it holds yours.

doesn’t it feel nice to have someone care about you so much? 

© gojoath. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[cal-flakes]

╰┈➤ cigarettes out the window

warnings: swearing, angsty themes, drug use.

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“my girl liddy used to always smoke, cigarettes when she couldn’t sleep„

“rafe? what are you doing?” she mumbled, her feet padding lazily against the wooden floor of the balcony as she rubbed her groggy eyes. “shit..” he mumbled, fumbling around quickly, hoping the dark sky was enough to shield him from her glare as he slipped the half empty bag into his back pocket. “why are you out here?” she asked again, this time stepping closer while the cool air left goosebumps along her exposed legs.

“i just— uh, i couldn’t sleep..” he lied, turning away as he sniffled, subtly wiping away the excess lingering on his nostrils. sighing, she shuffled towards him, arms outstretched— utterly oblivious to the powdery residue left on the glass table. “c’mon, come back to bed..”

“yeah, just uh— gimme a minute, alright?” he asked, nodding gratefully as she gave him a small smile before heading back inside.

his head whipped around the door frame, ensuring she was gone before rushing back over to the table, pulling out a very, very used credit card. his eyes flitted to and from the door as he hurriedly scraped together the remains of his last bag, scooping them onto the edge of the plastic card before holding it up to his nose, throwing his head back in delight as he felt the granules brush against his skin.

“she’d disappear for an hour and a half, and when she’d come back she’d brush her teeth„

“hey topper, have you seen rafe?” she smiled sweetly, holding her own arms in comfort as her eyes searched the party for him. “shit man, i haven’t seen him in a while actually— if you find him, tell him i gotta speak to him” topper called back, struggling to hear over the thumping music. “oh, okay— yeah i’ll tell him” she sighed, watching him disappear into the crowd before scurrying upstairs, still searching.

“hey—sorry, have you seen rafe?” she asked politely, soon frowning as the group of girls shook their heads. turning away, y/n’s features contorted as an eruption of giggles assaulted her ears, quickly whipping back round, she met their pitiful looks.

mentally cursing the flight risk himself, she continued rattling numerous door handles until she reached the end of the corridor, where the bathroom was. using her knuckles, they turned white as she banged aggressively on the door, rapidly losing her patience.

“but i could still smell it on her raggedy tee, and taste it on her lips when we kissed”

y/n yawned incessantly as she floated about tannyhill, taking advantage of rafe’s family’s absence as she played housewife— tidying where she could, cooking dinner for the both of them, as well as doing the laundry. oh, how she loved when the cameron’s went on holiday.

sighing, she rested the plastic laundry basket on her hips while she headed back downstairs, thankful for rafe’s washing hamper being nearly empty. y/n hummed to herself as her sandals clicked against the marble flooring of the kitchen, swiftly moving passed the island, through to the laundry room.

rummaging through the numerous garments, she sorted them by colour before emptying out the pockets of his clothes, vividly remembering the time she’d accidentally left twenty bucks in one his pockets, essentially ruining his favourite shorts.

the rustle of plastic pierced her ears, quickly intriguing her as she disregarded an old hoodie, setting it aside to pick up the culprit— a pair of blue suit pants, worn to that years midsummers. y/n relished in the memory for a moment, remembering the way she giggled as he spun her around, whispering sweet nothings into her ear all night.

smiling to herself, she slid her hands into the left back pocket, soon frowning as she came up empty— yet quickly moved to the other. “a-ha!” she smirked, listening to the satisfying rustle as she moved her hands around, before sliding her fingers between the hem, reaching for whatever rubbish he’d left in his pocket.

her mouth quickly fell agape as she pulled out the plastic bag, filled with white powder. “what the hell?” she muttered to herself, tossing aside the expensive trousers as she stood up properly.

“poor little liddy used to always quit, but she never really quit, she’d just say she did„

“are you fucking kidding me right now?” she shrieked, slamming the door behind her as her heels clicked angrily through the house, storming up to his room. “what the fuck?” he snapped, taken back by her dramatic entrance as he lay comfortably in his bed, suddenly startled.

“pope saw you trying to score coke from barry again, what the hell rafe? i thought we talked about this?” she wailed, tossing her bag aside, her previous friday night mood dissipating rapidly.

“pope— what the hell are you talking to him for?” he retorted, shaking his head in feigned confusion. “never mind why i was talking to pope, why are you going back on how good you’ve been doing?” she seethed, her frame jittery from anger. “well your little friend—pope, is a fucking liar, i’ve been here all day, being a good little boy like your psychotic brain wants me to be!” he bellowed, pushing off from the bed to face her fully, quickly towering over her.

“oh, psychotic? fucking psychotic, really? are you serious right now?” she cried, tears brimming along her mascara coated lash line as she glared up at him, struggling to stay strong beneath his intimidating gaze.

the tension in the room could be cut with a blunt knife as they both fell silent, glaring at each other. “you know what, empty your pockets— c’mon” she spoke, ushering him to turn them out as his eyes widened. “i’m not— you’re fucking insane” he spat, turning away from her.

“don’t turn your back on me rafe, i’m trying to help you!” she cried, pleading. “i don’t want your fucking help” he sneered, sitting back on the bed. her bottom lips quivered as she watched him, taking note of his unmoving gaze.

“you don’t want— okay, fine. have it your way” she spat back, rushing to grab her bag before storming out, slamming his bedroom door behind her.

hot tears flooded her flushed face as she rushed downstairs, heartbreak pooling in her stomach as her chest tightened.

“y/n?” a soft voice called, laced with concern. turning back, she smiled weakly as she met rose’s eyes. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry— i tried, i really tried” she sobbed, falling into the woman’s outstretched arms. “i know sweetie, i know” she cooed, stroking the girls tangled hair.

“i love him so much rose, but i just can’t do it anymore— he doesn’t care” y/n cried as she pulled away, sniffling. “he does care sweetheart, i could go on forever about how much that boy loves you, but he’s not himself, and you shouldn’t have to put your life on hold for someone like that”

“we’ll find moonlit nights strangely empty„

his chest tightened as his bottom lip trembled, tossing and turning restlessly through the night. “fuck..” he muttered, abruptly throwing the covers aside, allowing him to slide out from the bed, grabbing his phone before quickly making his way through to the main balcony.

he’d never longed for warmth so bad he couldn’t sleep, all these emotions were so unfamiliar. but all he knew— was that he had to get out of that bed, out of those sheets. the same sheets he’d stuffed in the washing machine numerous times, desperately trying to rid the material of the smell. the smell of artificial strawberry, and coconut shampoo, her smell. it had invaded his senses every night since she left.

“just do it— man up” he snapped at himself, smacking himself lightly as he ran a shaky hand through his disheveled hair, brushing back the curtains lingering in his eyeline.

shaking his head frustratedly, he reached for his phone before laying back against the cushioned chair, his chest heaving in anticipation.

his vision grew cloudy with salty tears as his thumb tapped away at the screen, scrolling through his contact.

“because when you call my name through them, there will be no answer„

hot tears streamed down her flushed cheeks while she clutched the soaked covers, stained with numerous weeks worth of tears. she shook her head as the incessant buzzing on her nightstand overwhelmed her, yet she couldn’t help but watch— watch the light fall from her screen as he seemingly gave up, probably shaking with anger as she let him go to voicemail, again.

“i’m sorry..” she whispered, hoping the bond they shared still lingered, carrying her message to him through the cloudy sky looming over kildare.

his head fell into his hands as he groaned, quickly scrambling to the floor, gathering the pieces of his now smashed phone, holding them gentle in his hands like a piece of his own heart. “i’m so sorry y/n..”

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[chillinglyadventurous]

Gravity Falls Spooktober Prompts

A bunch of dialogue prompts for a spooky, Gravity Falls Halloween! All will be SFW apart from creepy themes/potential violence. All pairings, if any, will be Stan or Ford or other adults x Reader/OC. I anticipate most of these being Platonic!Gravity Falls x Reader. I will also be posting all fics to my AO3 under the same name. Credit for all prompts at the end of this post.

1. "It was a dark and stormy night." "It's literally 76 and sunny outside."

2. “Apple bobbing, apple picking, caramel apples, apple cider, apple pie - apple is clearly the best autumn flavor." "You're just saying that because I'm drinking a pumpkin spice latte and I didn't get you one."

3. “Didn't you read Goosebumps as a kid?"

4. “Keep carving your pumpkin like that and there won't be any pumpkin left!"

5. “Was that a scream?"

6. "[name], w-why is there blood on your face?"

7. "Stop breathing at my ear, [name] --" and turning around to find nobody beside you.

8. "Don't look back, please, I b-beg you, [name], don't!"

9. "I can't die! I haven't even had my first kiss yet!"

10. "Just because you don't see it , doesn't mean it's not already here."

11. "That wasn't there before."

12. "Y-your eyes, what's happening to your eyes?"

13. "That costume really is convincing."

14. "You've heard the stories about what happened in that house, right?"

15. "I swear, that door was locked a minute ago."

16. “Forget about me, just save them .”

17. “Stop! Don't touch that. We don't know what it is.”

18. “Hey, look at me! It’s not real.”

19. “I’m going to give you ten seconds. Ten, nine…”

20. “Drink this. It's not exactly poison, but it's not exactly tea, either."

21. “There’s something in the darkness, watching us.”

22. “Wait, shut up and listen. Do you hear chanting?”

23. “Do you hear that? The whispers—they’re calling my name.”

24. “You're being paranoid and overprotective.”

25. “Careful, [name]. don't get too curious.”

26. “Don't speak. Don't move.”

27. “I don't think you should be teasing the ghost.”

28. “I don’t read Latin.”

29. “Blood thirsty?”

30. “I thought you didn’t believe in that kind of stuff?”

31. “[Name]’s dead. You know that? I killed her.”

Credit: @goodnightmemes @hymemena @stardustprompts @peachsequence @thependragonwritersguild @ohisms @modifieduchiha @unfriendlywriter @vexic929

[onpurposeilovehimonpurpose]

Moody Monday - Giving Orders

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

"I give the orders in this palace!"

As I was going through scenes to make gifs of this week, I really started leaning toward an unofficial theme of Henry being strong. This is one of those moments in the film that is a reminder of who His Royal Highness Henry George Edward James Hanover-Stuart Fox actually is. I have a couple of favorite lines in this movie, but this is in my top 5. The transformation we see Henry go through in this scene, and the culmination of him shouting this, perfectly brings together every emotion scorching him after Bea tells him what happened.

For the first time within the royal confines, we see Henry stand up for himself, but not in the way I think he ever expected to do. He even looks slightly shocked and horrified with himself after he says it because he has never allowed himself to use his power as "His Royal Highness" for anything close to it eliciting a behavior he displays. He is so demanding at that moment, for people to listen to him, to listen to his wants and needs, and that he insists upon being the one who makes the decisions in his life. This cannot last, there is too many factors working against him, but the spark is lit, and no matter what, it isn't going to be smothered.

The way Nick delivers this line is incredibly powerful (the whole scene with the way he uses his emotions and the varying expressions on his face). Nick (and the story) built Henry up into this incredibly strong man as the movie went on, and we see that strength exploding from him. (Yes, I do believe that there is a massive level of strength Henry shows often, just because he isn't wild and crazy about it all the time, and sometimes is wrong when displaying it, doesn't make it less.) It's what gives us hope when we see the scenes over the course of the next week. This moment right here, Henry was pushed to his limits, and the way I get breathless each time I watch this, the way I get goosebumps whenever I detect that authority in his voice, it's all because Henry is finally saying that at that moment he's had enough. It makes me so damn proud of him.

Alex would have been so proud of him, too.

The strength he has to compose himself as he still tries to find a way to contact Alex...

And after clearly realizing the old asshole is not worth his time, switching his attention to look to Shaan, he changes his wording, not wanting to give more of himself away than he already has with his reaction. So he takes hold of the strength within him and pleads with Shaan to get a message to the White House.

Shaan looks so incredibly heartbroken here. We don't have nearly enough Shaan (I know, I know, adjustments had to be made). Still, what Akshay Khanna gives to this moment (and others in the tiny amount of time he has been Henry's Equerry on screen) speaks volumes for his acting abilities and for Shaan's relationship with Henry. He is so obviously hurt and shaken and wants to help Henry. The love and support are there, knowing that even before Henry asks it of him, he has already tried to contact the White House, it says so much. And when he says, "My contacts with the White House", I can't help but imagine the turmoil he felt wondering if he should use the emergency line for Zahra, and how it must've hurt him to make the decision not to. But he is there to support Henry as much as he can, in an impossibly difficult situation, one that he obviously had a hand in, knowing what Henry and Alex were up to, and may face ramifications for it himself if things were to go that far. But he tried, and knowing that Henry looked to him to help, that has to feel equally good as bad, given that he can't do anything at all.

And his reaction when Shaan explains that he cannot help, Henry is devastated, but there's something else there in his eyes, too.

Henry clearly accepts what Shaan is telling him, but he doesn't react in an outburst. He doesn't plead anymore, he understands what he must do. He is going to have to deal with 'the next worst thing' that's ever happened to him on his own (mostly) and he is going to endure it until he no longer has to. Until all of that strength we know he possesses is unleashed once again.

[spiritmadeofstars]

Something to live for, someone to die for  (Lokixfem!Reader) CH 6 [on-going]

Summary: Maybe we should learn more about the artifact, what do you think?

NO use of Y/N, instead “you” and using a nickname

Warnings: violence, blood, torture, adult themes in later chapters, 18+ (warnings and tags to be added) Read at your own risk, eh?

AO3 link • chapter 1 • chapter 2 • chapter 3 • chapter 4 • chapter 5

Chapter 6 - Tick, tick... boom?

“A visitor?” You rose an eyebrow at him. Silas just left, so who could come for a visit?

  “Yes. An acquaintance.” You wondered if Loki had anyone he could call a friend. Probably not. He did not seem the kind of person to keep anyone close. A good thing. A person like him would bring hell to the universe if someone he cared for was hurt. “She came to aid me with the artifact. I expect you to be good.” He said as if he was talking to an unruly pet.

  A moment later a beautiful woman entered, dressed in a typical Asgardian attire as far as you could tell. She looked like a royalty, and carried herself like a queen.

  “Is this the Midgardian?” She asked Loki and he motioned for her to approach you. You were mesmerized by her beauty, but as she came closer, you noticed a wicked spark in her yes. Goosebumps spread through your skin. “Lovely.” She called you.

  “So, is it really inside her?” Loki asked. The beautiful woman reached for your hands and you let her touch you, unable to protest. As if you were under her spell.

  “Oh, most definitely.”

  “Can you extract it?”

  “I’m sorry to disappoint, but no.”

  “Fuck.” Loki whispered and the woman giggled.

  “You have been hiding on Midgard for too long. Seems you have picked up some unimpressive language.”

  “Oh, go to hell, Vaienna.”

  “I’m sorry, Loki, but there’s no way to get it out by force. And, you know it’s all just theory. She may not be able to give it up of her own will either.”

  You sat there, silently listening, as if the conversation was not about you. You and the thing inside you. You wanted to ask something, but the moment you thought of it, your mind went blank.

  “What should I do?” They both stood in front of you, just a few steps away, but their voice sounded from a great distance.

  “Your healer said to give her time, no?”

  “I don’t have time!” He roared.

  “Don’t give me such attitude! It’s not my fault this happened.” Loki turned his back to her and she reached out, grasping his shoulder in a gentle way. “Loki, I know, but you have to give her time. You must, if you want to use the artifact. And you should treat her better, if she becomes unstable, she could ruin us all.”

  “What?” You managed a whisper and they both turned to you. Loki had a puzzled look on his face, as if he did not expect you to be able to talk.

  “Perhaps we should talk outside.” Vaienna said and turned to go.

  “Please.” Speaking felt like swimming through a pool of honey. Despite your pleas, they both quickly left the room, the click of the door sounded incredibly loud.

  You were reminded of a childhood memory. You and your grandmother were in an antique store, she was looking at old porcelain dolls, and all you could think of was how terrifying it would be to be trapped in a body of one, unable to move. Your mother often scolded your father for allowing you to watch horror movies with him.

  Now you felt like such a doll and could feel yourself panicking. You were unable to move, unable to think properly.

  It felt like hours had passed when the door opened again.

  “How did you do it?” Loki asked. You wanted to respond, ask what he meant and what the ominous conversation he and his acquaintance had was supposed to mean, but you did not manage to even look at him. “Birdie?” a hint of alarm coloured your name. He appeared in front of your face, his confused stare boring into yours.

  His hands were suddenly on your face, touching your cheeks, your forehead. “Is this that brain of yours?” He said with annoyance. He stood up and suddenly you were being picked up. A thought of Solas crossed your mind, hoping for a healing drink or a calming bath, instead you were placed on a bed just seconds later. Still in Loki’s room.

  Your breathing picked up, but it felt as if your lungs were refusing oxygen. You wanted to close your eyes and let the darkness take you, but the cold hands found their way to your face again.

  “You’re making me mad, Midgardian, don’t make me punish you.” You wanted to crack a smile, the hint of panic in his voice felt too hilarious. “Is it funny to you? Well, I’m glad you’re still in there, though now you are the one who looks utterly mad.”

  Why was he talking to you so much? And what was happening? And why were you burning up from the inside? What had he done to you? You frowned, hoping to make your anger at him visible.

  “This is not my fault. Well, at least I think so. But I will try to help you, relax.”

  Loki put a palm over your eyes, forcing you to close them. You felt little prickles on your eyelids and your cheeks. You did not know you could actually feel magic in such a way. Loki’s voice sounded far away again, he was mumbling something. You remembered the broken porcelain doll next to the others in the antique store. Its parts were being sold for repairs.

  ….

  “I still don’t understand what happened.” Loki said.

  “I don’t think it was her brain, you said you did nothing that could trigger such a response.” Solas replied.

  “I did not. We talked, then Vaienna came and so I put a freeze spell on her. I did not want her to act out.”

  “Nor to hear your conversation, I presume.” Solas added.

  “Yes.”

  “Is the artifact so dangerous?” Solas asked with genuine curiosity.

  “Probably. I have no idea, there’s so little we know still.”

  “Is it worth it?”

  “It is to me.”

  “She is waking up.” Solas said as his eyes noticed yours starting to flutter. He was at your side in an instant, checking you. “You scared us.” He smiled at you.

  “I was scared, too.” You whispered. “What happened?”

  “We don’t know. Has this ever hapenned to you?” Loki jumped in.

  “No, never.”

  “Were you aware of when Vaienna came into the room?”

  “Yes, but I could not move or think.”

  “This has never happened with my spell before. It must be the artifact.” Loki concluded.

  “Most likely explanation. I have nothing to do here. I’ll leave the potion, just in case.” It looked as if Silas wanted to be gone as soon as possible.

  You looked at Loki who seemed to be lost in thought. He was playing with fire he did not know how to extinguish.

  “Can you be honest with me?” You started to realize you were in Loki’s bed, you were glad he did not put you back inside the cage. After the thoughts of the dolls you felt trapped enough in your own body. “You don’t have to be friendly, nor kind. Just tell me what I’m dealing with.” Loki looked at you and the ice in his eyes thawed a little.

  “I told you, the artifact is old and powerful-”

  “And opens portals to another universes. Yes, I get that. But what does it mean for me? Is it dangerous?”

  “If I told you one wrong move could wipe out the entire universe would you kill yourself?” He challenged. You looked away and took a moment to think.

  “I am not afraid of death.”

  “You are afraid of pain.” He added and you wondered if he knew when he was hurting you before. Probably yes.

  “Does it matter?”

  “Not to me.” As if it needed to be said. “Yes, the artifact is dangerous and could cause a lot of damage. But I will not allow you to ruin my plan, so you don’t even need to think about trying to end yourself.”

  “Are you using your magic to keep me alive at all cost?”

  “Yes.” The revelation made you feel… weird. But it was important. If the opportunity was right, Loki could be distracted by trying to keep you alive, and in the moment you could perhaps kill him. How hard can it be to kill a god?

  “How long was I out?”

  “Only an hour or so.” It all felt as if it took days. “You were unresponsive, I calmed you down and called Solas. I thought your injury caused this, but I think it was the artifact fighting my spell.”

  “I am so confused by all this.” You sighed. “Why did I have to touch the thing… wait.” You sat up, suddenly realizing you were not a soul trapped inside a doll. “Other people must have touched it before me, why is it inside of me?” Loki frowned.

  “I hoped Vaienna would tell me that. A ritual was supposed to happen in order to use the artifact. Something must have triggered it.”

  “So you are planning to use a thing for something and you don’t even know how to operate it?!” Suddenly you were angry at Loki for being so irresponsible. Did being a villain mean that you needed to be stupid first?

  “Listen little mortal! This should be none of your business, but you just had to be the little hero and stick your nose where is does not belong. I wanted to learn to use it, but I did not get the chance!That thing is dangerous and you should be glad it’s not on Earth anymore. You should thank me for not leaving you, a ticking bomb, to kill everyone you’ve ever known!” Loki shouted at you and jabbed his finger in your shoulder. He was angry and maybe he had every right.

  You were just doing your job of being a little hero, but you thought you were dealing with thievery, not something like this. If you had known it was so dangerous, would you have gone inside? You have not been a hero for that long yet. You have not been courageous for that long yet, either.

  “Thank you, Loki.” You said sweetly. “You saved the Earth, maybe they should all kneel to you now. Maybe I should be the first to do so.” You pulled yourself up to you knees, but you were still on the bed, so you were almost face to face with Loki. He looked surprised, but a satisfied grin appeared on his face. “Let’s just hope the ticking bomb won’t blow up in your face.”

[nickytheleech]

i will now be rating all the vault tracks and saying my opinion even tho no one prolly cares. these are like my real time reactions so my thoughts are all over the place and im sorry for that

Electric Touch feat. Fall Out Boy: I think this was the song i was most excited for because as a fan of FOB i was really excited to see how they would collab together. this song is really just reinforcing that she needs to do a rock album. i really like how they're voices blend and i think this is a great song. the meaning of it fits with a lot of the other songs, specifically the sadder songs. also the bridge has me covered in goosebumps. im going to give it a 12/13

When Emma Falls In Love: i really like this song. i can deeply relate to it. i love the little metaphors in it i think they just add to the sing so well. i'll give it a 11/13

I Can See You: i've seen a lot of people already talking ab this but anyways. i love the ah ah ahs in the beginning. it seems like a little throwback to mine and i could just be reading into it to much but that's the vibes of it. i also love the lower register she's singing in, like how she does in folklore. also the lyrics 🤭🤭. they're making me blush lol. her storytelling is amazing and i feel like im seeing the story in my head being played out as a movie. this song is a showing a side of taylor we don't always see and im loving it. this song especially with her lower voice (if you couldn't tell i love it) is like ear candy to me. this is a 13/13 song

Castles Crumbling feat. Hayley Williams: this is the other song i was really excited to hear. i love the way their voices blend as well. also i saw someone show the similarities between this song and ciwyw and now that's all i'm thinking ab. also hayley williams voice is also ear candy. even though i don't relate to this song on a personal level i still love it so much. also verse 3 i feel has so much weight and is a little for lack of a better word throwback to reputation and anti-hero and i love that. i love that in some way either intentional or not ties together. im giving this song a 12/13

Foolish One: im starting to notice a theme between all the vault songs (not that that's a bad thing). the chorus hits so close to home i thought she was watching me for a minute lol. actually scratch that the whole damn song is my life. "Now im sliding down the wall with my head in my hands" is how i react to every sad song she ever wrote lmao. this song was great 12/13

Timeless: wow im on the last song of the album. 104 minutes felt like 35. i don't think i'm ready for this to be the last song. i love this song and the meaning behind this. i think this song was perfect for speak now. "Story of a romance torn apart by fate. Hundreds of years ago they fell in love like we did. And i'd die for you in the same way if i first saw your face" this screams Romeo and Juliet, which immediately makes me think of Love Story. yet another instance of taylor tying all of her music together. once again i love the message behind this song. 13/13

wow that was a lot to write and read. if you got this far i'd love to hear your opinion if your willing to share. i can't believe i listened to the album in all one sitting. i started at 12 am and i'm finishing this up at 2:04 am.

[screamqueenlibrarian]

The Impact of Horror in My Life

by Dakota M.

Finding comfort in the items around oneself is rather common. Some individuals have blankets, songs, stuffed animals, toys, and etc. Even I myself have an orange fat tabby cat stuffed animal named Pumpkin. I could possibly always listen to music, but it did not bring me as much comfort as other forms of entertainment. Toys? Sure, as a kid, I remember having these My Little Pet Shop animals that I loved. Blankets? Absolutely, I love the comfort of a soft blanket. However, nothing comforted me more than the genre of Horror.

Horror a genre of jump scares, suspense, and gore. Yet even as a little girl I found comfort in all three of those staples of the genre. The creepy has always given me a sense of self. I remember the times I would wake up early around the Halloween season to watch Goosebumps by R.L. Stine on Cartoon Network from Elementary school into Junior High. The main title song rings a sense of nostalgia deep inside. A sense of home reached for me out of the pages of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz. I found this home within the collected stories over the decades.

I could place memories of watching Killer Klowns from Outerspace with my Dad and Nana at the Holiday Twin Drive-In located in Fort Collins, CO. Always going the concession stand grabbing popcorn, drinks, and some candy. We also brought a meal from KFC so that we ate dinner while waiting for the sky to go dark. At this exact drive-in I have watched: Beetlejuice, War of the Worlds, Zombieland, The Addams Family, The Night of the Living Dead, Halloween, and more. This has been constant in my life, and a thing I take pride in even.

In high school I wrote reports on many horror-based subjects. For psychology it was about real serial killers, for art it was about capturing the horror in everyday photography, and for English it was all about writing my own stories for the genre. High school marked an era for my life where I began to cosplay. Creepy anime was big for me to cosplay at that point. Death Note, Soul Eater, and High School of the Dead. I got to see my comfort range across all forms of entertainment.

Getting into my adult years I began to cosplay from Resident Evil, Halloween 1978, Scream 1996, The Bride of Chucky, Dead by Daylight, and many other titles. Core memories made with the horror genre, the spooky stories, ghost tales, and the macabre. I began watching horror shows as well. One held a special place in my heart though. I watched Stranger Things season 1 the day it first came out. Love at first dice roll, so to speak. Relatability for bullied and downtrodden, plus the music was a bop. At this point I was trying to do college work, work, and still find myself.

Finding myself came through events that shook my life. A little after a few of those events COVID-19 hit. I found myself losing my mind in the solitude of the lock down. No horror movies at the theaters with friends and family, no boardgames, no cosplay events, and almost no outside time. I spoke with my best friends, and we came up with an idea. I should stream on Twitch. WitchyBunBun was born. This felt like me.

WitchyBunBun a stream name for a horror fanatic, who also happens to be into magical practices perfect. The channel theme is two important things in my life: Stranger Things and Horror. My comfort in the horror genre, the macabre, the creepy, and some D&D 80s horror show got to shine for all. Horror not only was my childhood comfort, but it also became my everyday comfort. Becoming a part of my everyday life, and dreams for careers. I have made a name for myself from the memories I shared with my Nana and Dad.

[classicalmusicdaily]

Are you interested in learning about the magnificent and dramatic art form of opera? If your answer is yes, then read on! From its origins back to the 16th Century, opera has captivated audiences with its passionate combination of music and drama. Here we will explore what it takes to make up this beautiful genre, looking at its history and traditions as well as highlighting some modern works that are sure to capture any listener's attention. So whether you're a seasoned Opera aficionado or just discovering the world of lyric theatre for yourself, get ready to dive into all things "opera style"!   What is Opera Music and Where Did it Come From   Have you ever attended an opera performance? Opera music is an art form that combines singing, acting, and orchestra accompaniment to create a theatrical experience that tells a story. Its origin can be traced back to Italy in the 16th century, where it flourished thanks to the support of wealthy patrons. From there, it spread throughout Europe, gaining popularity as a form of entertainment among the aristocracy. Today, opera music is enjoyed around the world, with performances ranging from traditional productions of classic operas to modern adaptations that experiment with different styles of music and staging. Whether you are a seasoned opera-goer or a newcomer to this art form, there is always something new and exciting to discover in opera music.   Different Types of Opera Music   Opera music is a world all on its own. There are so many different types of operas, from comedic operas to tragic ones, and everything in between. Each type of opera has its unique sound, style, and themes that make it stand out from the rest. Some operas are known for their breathtaking arias and duets, while others are known for their complex choruses and orchestration. Whatever type of opera you prefer, there is something out there that is sure to speak to your soul. So, whether you're a die-hard opera fan or just curious to explore this world, get ready to be transported to another realm altogether.   The Main Characteristics of Opera Music   Opera music is an art form that has been around for centuries and has captivated audiences all over the world. What sets opera music apart from other genres is its ability to convey emotions and tell stories through melodies and lyrics. Whether you're listening to a tragic love story or an epic historical tale, opera music has a way of transporting you to another time and place. The key characteristics of opera music include intricate and elaborate compositions, soaring vocals, dramatic and emotional performances, and impressive stage productions that include lavish costumes and elaborate sets. Opera music truly is a unique and captivating art form that never fails to leave an impression on those who experience it.   Popular Operatic Composers and Their Works   If you're a lover of classical music, then the world of opera is one that you can't afford to miss. Opera is a unique genre of music that combines singing, acting, and storytelling to create a stunning experience that can make you laugh, cry, and even give you goosebumps. And when it comes to opera, few things are more captivating than the works of the great operatic composers. From Verdi's romantic melodies to Mozart's clever wit, there's a wealth of beauty to be discovered in the works of these masters of music. If you're just getting started on your journey through the world of opera, make sure you don't miss the works of Verdi, Puccini, Mozart, and Rossini. You won't regret it!   Key Themes in Opera Music   From the soaring aria of La Traviata to the tragic love story of Madame Butterfly, opera music has the power to capture moments and emotions in a way that no other genre can. But what are the key themes that run throughout this timeless art form? Themes of love, loss, and betrayal are some of the most common in opera, with characters experiencing heartbreak and devastation in equal measure.

Political and social commentary also play a significant role, with some of the world's greatest operas commenting on everything from class struggles to freedom and revolution. Whether you're a seasoned opera-goer or someone who's yet to discover this musical genre, you'll find something in the key themes of opera music that will resonate with you.   How to Listen to Opera Music Properly   Have you ever listened to opera music and wondered what all the fuss is about? Truly appreciating this classic genre goes beyond just playing a song on your phone and tapping your foot to the beat. Listening to opera music properly involves understanding the nuances of the art form and immersing yourself in the story being told. From paying attention to the vocal techniques of the performers to understanding the underlying emotions conveyed in the lyrics, there are various ways to fully engage with opera music. So, turn off your distractions, grab a pair of headphones, and get ready to dive into the world of opera. Who knows, you might just discover a newfound appreciation for this timeless genre. Conclusion: Opera has been one of the most beloved music genres for centuries, and will no doubt continue to charm and move people for many years to come. It’s easy to get overwhelmed by its complexity and grandeur but don't let that dissuade you opera can be immensely rewarding if you give it a chance. With a little knowledge about its roots, then getting acquainted with different types of opera music, understanding their main characteristics, well-known composers and works, and the key themes running throughout it all you can easily become an avid opera enthusiast. As always, enjoy every moment of your musical journey- you never know what discoveries may await! FAQS: Q: What do I need to know before listening to opera? A: Before you can truly appreciate the beauty of opera, it’s important to understand its history and structure. Opera has evolved over the centuries and is composed of multiple elements- from vocal techniques to storytelling. Learning more about these key components will help you connect with the music on a deeper level. Additionally, familiarizing yourself with some of the most popular opera composers and their works is also a great way to get started. Q: Is it necessary to understand Italian or any other language to enjoy opera? A: While knowing multiple languages can certainly enhance your understanding and appreciation of opera pieces, it isn’t necessary. Most operas are written in their original language, but many productions also provide translations of the lyrics and plots in English or other languages. This makes it easier to follow along and can even help you pick up on additional details that you might have missed before. Q: What is the best way to listen to opera? A: The best way to listen to opera is with an open mind and a willingness to explore. Live performances offer a unique experience that can’t be found elsewhere, but listening to recordings can also help you identify the nuances in different operas. Additionally, many streaming services offer audio-visual libraries of classic and contemporary works which are great for discovering new music. As you embark on your opera listening journey, don’t be afraid to take risks or explore new pieces  the possibilities are truly endless!

[purpleyoonn]

Ethereal 3

CHAPTER 3

“She’s mad but she’s magic.

There’s no lie in her fire.”

~ Charles Bukowski

Summary: After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Mafia/Dragon AU

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 7.7k 

Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood

Chapter Warnings: slight violence, slight smut, possessive talk, 

*Please remember that this is a mafia fan fiction. There will be violence, blood, and other dark themes. If you cannot handle the dark themes, please do not read*

this chapter is sort of a filler. I am using this to give you insight into the relationship and courtship between the mc and the boys. honestly filled with a bunch of fluff. 

Masterlist // Chapter 2 // Chapter 4

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It was that night when you got the first real look of the boys and what they do for their business.

You were relaxing on the couch, almost completely beneath Jungkook who decided your chest was a “comfy pillow”, his weight mimicking the feeling of a weighted blanket, and close to falling asleep listening to Jin cook in the kitchen when the front doors opened. Mr. Choi led the people in, well, he followed behind the people who couldn’t wait for him to open the doors fully.

You jolted from your position at the sound of the footsteps making their way to where you were, causing Jungkook to hide your body with his own, his head turning to look at the intruders, eyes narrowed and showing his dragon is in control. The others quickly follow suit, moving to stand in front of the couch, blocking your view of the men, and their view of you.

“Jung, Kim. What have I said about barging into my home? You are supposed to call before even stepping foot onto my property.” Namjoon’s voice was rigid and void of emotion as he spoke, you could see his jaw locking as he stared at the men. You try to move a little bit so you could peek around Yoongi’s body but a little growl from Jungkook keeps you still.

“We are sorry Sirs. But we have a problem.” A small voice speaks back quickly.

“I’ll determine if it is a problem or not.” Namjoon is quick to reply, motioning for the men to speak.

“Our gun deal was a trap. We were ambushed. Seo was in the middle of making sure the man had our money when shots started raining in from the top of the storage units. The guy ran off with half the guns, and about twenty of our men didn’t make it. Seo being one of them.” You stifled a gasp at the man’s words, making Jungkook turn his attention to you.

He was trying to keep your attention off the interaction, caressing your face with his fingers as he moved to place soft kisses on your jaw. But that just made you gasp again, his mouth meeting a spot just below your jaw. You felt him smirk into your skin, now placing open mouthed kisses as he continued to explore your neck, looking for the perfect spot to place his mark. 

You could vaguely hear the conversation taking place, your focus on your surroundings weaning as your body warms, aroused by the sensation of Jungkook sucking marks onto your skin.

You had not forgotten about yesterday’s events and neither had Jungkook, who was determined to cover the bruises on your neck with one’s of his own making. He almost wished that man was still alive, just so he could play around with him before his demise. Instead, he would settle with knowing his ministrations would bring you pleasure and prove to the world you were theirs. 

He growls into your neck at his thoughts. You were theirs just as much as they were yours. That thought alone made him hard, his tip already leaking in anticipation.

You gasp as you feel him bite on the skin of your shoulder, his tongue working to soothe the red skin. You don’t understand your feelings, goosebumps making themselves known all over your skin as you bare your neck even more for him. You don’t know why you are moving so fast with them, when you just found out about their bond with you. You feel like you should be moving slow, getting to know them before letting them mark and suck at your skin. But you can’t help it.

“Is that a woman gasping?” One of the men ask, moving to the side to see behind his bosses as he hears your reactions to Jungkook. He stops when a gun is pointed at him by Taehyung, the man not in the mood for the lackey’s games and certainly not wanting the man to lay eyes on his mates in such a vulnerable position.

Soon enough the men leave and the boys turn around to find you and Jungkook on the couch, a grin on his face as you try to catch your breath, a large mark on your neck from Jungkook’s actions while your face is flushed.

“Jungkook, next time, wait until they are gone.” Jin states, hand on his hip as he watches his mate try to fake an innocent expression. Jungkook slowly moves off of you, bringing you up into a sitting position.

“But hyung! I was trying to keep her attention on me so she didn’t hear the details.” Jungkook says, a little whine coming on at the end.

“You took her attention all right.” Jimin mutters under his breath, still upset that he didn’t get the chance to kiss you when you guys were alone this morning.

Jimin knew that you would begin to feel the bond more now that you had accepted them and were near them. He was just waiting for your soul to push you to complete the bond. While he wanted you to make the conscious choice to mate with them, he also didn’t want to see you go through the pain of the pull. 

Your constant need to be near one of them was already a little concerning, given your previous slight aversion to physical touch. Not that any of them were complaining given their dragon’s need to be near you, but this meant that the bond was pushing you quicker than they thought.

“Jin’s right. Next time just take her out of the room. Only we should be able to hear the noises she makes.” Namjoon looks at Jungkook, his words making you blush. You don’t understand how they can just be so blunt about things like that.

You can feel your face becoming red, the heat from earlier turning into embarrassment know that you are realizing that those men heard your gasps. You groan, bringing your hands to cover your face, resting your elbows on your knees. You don’t think you can look anyone in the eye ever again.

“Aww, look. Our baby mate is embarrassed.” Hobi coos, leaning on Yoongi as they see the blush making its way down your neck. Yoongi can’t help but to think about how flustered you were getting after learning you weren’t as quiet as you wished. He couldn’t wait to see how flustered you got after mating with you; would you still be embarrassed after that?

“Okay guys let’s leave her alone. We all know this is new for her. Plus, she will get used to everything soon.” Jin spoke, making his way to you and helping you off the couch.

“Let’s get you to bed. You have work tomorrow morning.” He maneuvers you to the staircase, before turning around to look at Jungkook, his earlier actions evident as his cock is now leaving a small wet patch on his sweats.

“While I’m gone, someone help Jungkook with his mess.”

-*-*-

Despite being the first one at the shop, you were still late by your own standards. You had woken up on time that morning, but Jimin had insisted on you staying in the bed he snuck into the night before, claiming his “need to cuddle” was a health risk and he could die if he didn’t get my cuddles. 

You needed Jin and Namjoon’s help just to get his arms off of you, his strength clearly overpowering your own and making it difficult to fight against his grip. Then, when you tried using the make-up one of their maids as brought you, Jungkook found out and proceeded to wipe off the make-up you spent a half hour covering.

“How are people supposed to know you are ours if you are covering up our marks?” He spoke softly to you, almost scolding you as he used his spit to rub at your neck. 

You didn’t know that it was also his own way to make sure his scent remained on you even with your perfume. You had to hold in your gag at the thought of his saliva all over your neck, but them remembered that his saliva was also on your skin last night when he made the marks on your neck. 

Jungkook elected to ignore the blush creeping up your cheeks, instead promised to make new marks if you covered the ones already there with make-up.

So now you were walking into the café with a large scarf covering your neck to make your usual tea. It had been two days since you had been here, and you can already tell that Jiah and Seojoon had tried to make a large dent in the shipment you had received yesterday morning. You had tried to come in yesterday, but none of the boys or Chaeyeon would let you, Yoongi effectively “losing your store keys”.

A sigh escapes your lips as you place the mug of tea onto the counter, looking at the three large boxes of books and magazines that still needed to be unpacked and put away. You know it is going to take you several hours, if not the whole day, to effectively put the books away.

A loud ding makes its way to your ears, the front door opening and Chaeyeon walking through, her phone in hand as she talks. She pauses as she sees you, a slight raise to her eyebrow as she moves to place her things in the back.

When she moves back to the front, you are already entangled in opening the boxes and cataloging the new inventory. Your system consisted of a single notebook that belonged to your grandmother, one of the only things to survive the fire. Some of the pages were scorched and charred while most of the pages remained the same, your grandmother and grandfather’s handwriting still eligible in their perfected script.  

The notebook was the most efficient way, for you, to catalog everything. It is also one of the reasons Seojoon calls you an old woman, complaining about your lack of technology in the shop and how useful websites were when keeping inventory. You didn’t care. He could pry your notebook from you dead hands if he so badly wanted to bring computers into your shop.

A couple hours pass by as you and Jiah continue to work on the inventory, not even making a dent in the first box. Chaeyeon helped when she could, but more and more customers were coming in for coffee and you still had a shop to run. Today seemed to become a busy day as you were constantly helping customers find books and giving other’s recommendations for books.

You were slowly starting to become overwhelmed, everything beginning to bother you. Stripping yourself of your sweater, you slowly pat your arm hoping to stop the itching without damaging the slowly healing skin. Moving back to your stack of books, you pick up a couple of Harper Lee books and maneuver your way through a couple aisles to put them away. 

Once done, you turn to make you way back to Jiah when you walk into a solid wall… or chest. You clutch at your chest, willing your heart to slow down.

“Oops. Pardon me. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The man moves closer to you, reaching around you to grab one of the books behind you on the shelf. Your breath hitches at his proximity, his nose almost touching your own, making you turn your head to the side to avoid him. When he pulls back, you are quick to move to the side, creating distance between you and the man.

You watch him as he turns to you, his smile turning into a smirk. The vibes you were getting from this man were making the hair on your arms stand straight, a cold chill going down your back. The man, book still in hand, takes a step towards you, and continues to move forward until your back is against another shelf.

“Why are you nervous? I was just trying to get a book.” He asks, voice low and raspy as he speaks. He grabs your wrist and brings it up to your chest, using the leverage to keep you in place.

“Please let go of me.” You demand, trying to pull your arm from his grasp. His grip only tightens at your movements. Flashbacks to the alley cover your vision, the feeling of hands gripping your neck and moving down your torso has you tensing your back. You try to move your head away from the man holding your wrist, his eyes watching your every move and the look on his face making you nauseas.

“Now why should I do that? You seem to like it when those other men touch you.” His words make you freeze for a second. Is he talking about Bangtan?

“Let me go.” You respond, choosing to ignore his words.

“I don’t think I will.”

“I think you will let go of her.”

Your head turns to the side to see Jimin and Hobi at the entrance to the aisle you were in, flowers and a bag of food in hand. You swear for a second you see their eyes flash red before they start walking to you. The man in front of you still hasn’t let go of your arm, instead, he moves so that he is facing the two men. 

Seeing the man’s hand still holding your wrist, Hobi moves forward and pulls the man off of you, yanking you behind him and putting himself in between you and the man, Jimin quickly coming to your side.

“Now here is how it is going to go. You are going to walk away, and out of the store. You are not going to come within 50 feet of the building and are not going to come near our girl again.” Jimin speaks, his tone low and deep. You can’t deny the possessive nature of the boys isn’t attractive as hell, especially when they call you ‘their girl’.

You watch the man’s face become red, his hands clenching into fists. Your own grip tightens as you hold onto the back of Hobi’s shirt.

“Your girl? How good is she if you all pass her around like a toy?” At his words, you can feel Hobi’s chest vibrate, what you can imagine as the beginning of a growl moves through is chest. Slowly, the man’s face becomes blank, his skin becoming pale as he takes a step back. You scrunch your nose in confusion, wondering what happened to make the man become so pale.

“You have ten seconds to leave.” Hobi states before moving his hand up and counting down with his fingers. The man quickly moves, almost tripping over his own feet as he disappears behind the end of the shelves. Once out of sight, Jimin and Hobi turn around, smiles on their face as they wrap their arms around you.

“Hey baby girl. We brought you some lunch. Chaeyeon told us how busy you were and so we figured you hadn’t eaten anything yet.” Jimin said, holding up the bag of food Jin so clearly made. You were stunned by their quick change in emotions, curious to how someone’s emotions can change so quickly and so drastically.  

“I..uh..what? How did you get him to leave so quickly?” You look up at Hobi as he takes your hand and walks with you to the front.

“It was nothing, baby.” He states, waving his other hand in indifference.

-*-*-

You push open the door to your apartment after leaving the shop for the night only to come face to face with your living room and kitchen being filled with bouquets of roses, sunflowers, and daisies. You pause in the doorway, Chaeyeon stumbling into your back as your mouth hangs open in shock.

“Hey why did you just—” The words get caught in Chaeyeon’s throat upon seeing the expanse if the room covered floor to ceiling in vases of flowers. You hear the jingling of your keys as they fall out of your hand, the impact of them hitting your foot breaking you out of your stupor.

“Oh my…” You whisper, slowly making your way to the nearest bouquet resting on the small table in your entryway. You see a small card resting in between a couple of the roses within the vase, picking it up to see a small note written in beautiful calligraphy.

Little One,

We hope you find the flowers as beautiful and ethereal as we find you.

Please remember to eat dinner and get lots of rest.

Love,

Your Mates

You couldn’t help but blush, feeling the warmth climb up your cheeks as you reread the note again and again. You couldn’t believe that they were going out of their way to do something like this. Reading the note for the last time, you figure out that either Jin or Yoongi were the ones who wrote it, given the wording of the last sentence. Those two are always making sure you are taking care of yourself.

“So, I’m guessing by the blush taking over your face and neck that your boyfriends decided to take a page out of one of the romance novels my mom likes to read and send you enough roses to last a couple of years that will go bad within a couple of days because neither of us have a green thumb and can barely keep ourselves alive?” You choke on your saliva at your best friend’s words, the blunt words making you almost short circuit.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She says before walking away to the kitchen, maneuvering through all the vases. You look around at all the flowers, trying to figure out what you are going to do with them; they can’t all stay here when you can barely walk through your apartment.

The doorbell ringing brings you out of your planning. You make your way to open the door, seeing a gentleman in a nice suit holding a tray in front of you, a box resting on the top.

“Miss Kim?” The man asks, not once looking you in the eye, his head bowed.

“Um, yes?” You say, your tone rising slightly at the end, questioning his existence, and wondering what this man is doing in front of your door.

The suited man doesn’t respond, he just holds the tray in front of him, both hands underneath the tray, moving forward indication you to take the box from the tray. You wait a couple seconds before reaching for the box. The box is slightly heavy in your hands, the bottom emitting heat making your hands warm.

The man doesn’t say anything else, just bows deep before making his way back towards the staircase.

“What the heck is going on?” You ask yourself, turning back around and making your way to Chaeyeon after closing and locking your front door again. You sit at the counter, placing the box on top and trying to open it.

“What is that?” You hear Chaeyeon ask from your right side, watching you open the box.

Upon practically ripping open the lid of the box, you and Chaeyeon are shocked by the amount of food resting inside the container. Bowls of noodles and rice covered the bottom while small containers of sauces and meat laid on top. There was more food in the box, than you and Chaeyeon could eat in a week! Chaeyeon reaches forward, snatching up a note that you missed, reading it out loud.

Baby Girl,

I know you would forget to eat if we didn’t send food for you.

Please eat lots and don’t forget to tell me how good the food is!

Your Jin.

p.s. Chaeyeon can eat the food too.

-- Yoongi

How on earth did they think you would be able to finish this for a single meal?

“Did they really think I wouldn’t eat the food just because they told me not too? How dumb can they be? I don’t need their permission to eat the food they send you, especially when they send you enough rations to last you three weeks!” She rants, opening the containers and bringing a piece of meat to her mouth.

You can’t help but laugh at her, trying to cover it up with a cough as you grab some of the noodles out of the container.

“Why do you think they are doing all this?” Chaeyeon questions, gesturing to the room full of flowers and the food on the counter.

“I honestly have no clue.” You reply softly, resting your head on your palm as you continue to eat your noodles.

-*-*-

“Jin, you sent dinner for her, correct?” Namjoon looks towards his oldest mate, trying to make sure they were following the courting procedures properly.

“Yes. Unfortunately, Yoongi wrote a note on the bottom saying that Chaeyeon could eat the food as well.” Jin grumbles towards the end, his arms crossed and brows furrowed in disappointment. 

He wasn’t happy that the food he made for you was being eaten by someone else. He needed to make sure you were eating properly and couldn’t stand that Yoongi did what he did.

“Jin, I already told you, Y/N would have found it weird and would have been upset if we sent food only for her and not Chaeyeon as well. Chaeyeon is basically her sister and Y/N would do anything for her. If we don’t respect their relationship, neither of them will ever agree to our relationship with Y/N.” Yoongi had already had this discussion with them multiple times, but his mates were getting carried away with trying to woo you and prove that they could be good mates and take care of you.

They had been planning for over a week now how they wanted to court you, eventually deciding on the traditional dragon route; proving to the prospected mate that the courting dragons can provide anything they need or desire. This is usually done with gifts, food, and making sure that everyone else knows that you are being courted. Sometimes done in the form of jewelry or marks on the open skin, the ‘possession’ is to prove that you are taken.

While dragons are naturally possessive over their belongings, a mated or courting dragon can become borderline obsessive, doing everything in their power to make you theirs. And after the incident with Jimin and Hoseok at your bookstore, the boys had become enraged.

 It didn’t take long for Jungkook to find the man who dared to touch you. When Jimin and Hoseok returned home, the seven of them made their way to the man’s home, making sure that he wouldn’t be going near you in the future. Unfortunately, or fortunately in Yoongi’s opinion, Jungkook and Taehyung went a little overboard in their ministrations.

“Yoongi is right. We can’t possibly hope to complete the bond with Y/N if we don’t act accordingly with Chaeyeon. I know our main priority is our mate, but her friend means everything to Y/N, and we need to respect that.” Namjoon pauses before looking towards Jin, who is still pouting in his reclining chair.

“Jin, next time, don’t go overboard with making food for Y/N.” Jin tries to object but Namjoon holds his hand up, stopping Jin in his seat.

They all agreed to have Jin make meals to send to you, not trusting anyone else to make food for their baby mate. However, they also didn’t realize how seriously Jin would take this, making over two pounds worth of noodles and almost eight pounds worth of rice, not to mention the amount of meat he grilled. You could never possibly eat all of that food in a single setting, the exact reason Yoongi tried to make it better and write on the note that the food is also for Chaeyeon.

Namjoon turns to ask Yoongi a question but stops when he sees Jungkook raising his hand.

“Yes, Jungkook?” He asks, eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Do you think she would like diamonds or pearls?” He holds up his tablet, showing a couple of different images of necklaces, trying to decide which one you would like more.

“Jungkookie, Y/N seems to favor simpler fashion pieces. She doesn’t wear jewelry and often chooses comfort over fashion. I would go with a simple diamond necklace.” Taehyung answers, grabbing the tablet from Jungkook’s hands, swiping through the different options on the website Jungkook had up.

“Will the necklace have our names on it? We need everyone to know to not touch what is ours. Especially after the incident today. Maybe have the necklace engraved with Bangtan. That way everyone will know that she is ours.” Jimin spoke up, moving to stand behind Taehyung and Jungkook to look at the array of necklaces.

Despite wanting you to have independence and the option to make your own choices, Yoongi was quickly overruled by the side of himself that wants you to be completely dependent on them and proudly show the world you were their mate.

-*-*-

Over the next week, you had woken up to multiple packages on your doorstep. Most of the time it was breakfast for you and Chaeyeon, but other times it was jewels and clothing from stores you would have never even walked in front of let alone stepped foot inside. They would also send you boxes of self-care items, medicines, and creams for your burn. You had told them off-handedly that you thought you were becoming sick with how much your body was aching.

You were quickly becoming uncomfortable with the amount of money you knew they were spending on you and made sure to explain to them that you wouldn’t accept any more gifts from them.

You had shown up to their ‘house’ one morning before they could leave another package on your doorstep holding the same package from yesterday morning, the label Gucci making you almost carry the box with gloves so you don’t get germs on the expensive packaging.

Before you could even open the door, Mr. Choi was there, a sweet smile on his face upon seeing you about to knock on the door. After awkwardly moving your hand back down to your side, he moves to gesture you inside.

“The Sir’s have been expecting you miss.” You quirk your eyebrow up, questioning how they knew you would show up to their house at 5 in the morning. You nod, entering after thanking the man.

“The Sir’s are up in the library, Madam.”

“Thank you, Mr. Choi.” You smile warmly at him before making your way up the stairs. The box unmoving in your hands as you knock on the door to the library, trying not o jostle whatever expansive item was resting inside. The door opened only seconds after you knocked, as if the person inside was waiting right next to the door.

“Y/N-ie!! You’re here! I missed you!” You were quickly tackled by Taehyung, his arms wrapped tight around your waist, the box in your arm becoming squished as he moves his face into your neck, placing small kisses on the expanse of your skin.

“Okay Taehyung. Quit hogging our sweet mate. She doesn’t want your grimy hands all over her!” You hear Jimin yell, pulling Taehyung off of you and quickly replacing him.

“Hi baby. We missed you.” He whispers from his place in your neck, his head rubbing against your shoulder and neck where Taehyung was kissing.

You had long understood their need to scent you, as explained by Namjoon when Jungkook had decided to cover your neck with his, uh, kisses, that one morning. You were a little disgusted at first, but after learning it was their natural instinct to scent you, even with some questionable methods, you were slowly learning to accept it. 

However, you had told Jungkook that if he ever decided to do that again, he wouldn’t be allowed to scent you for a week, to which he pleaded and apologized.

Namjoon also explained to me that Jungkook is more connected to his dragon counterpart and thus is instincts and actions can be more that of his dragon. He will be more possessive than the rest of them, and he is more intense with his need to scent and protect his mates.

“It may be worse with you, given that you are younger than him, and the first mate he will be able to court.” Namjoon had said that morning, watching you try to cover your neck with the top of your hoodie.

Now, you were becoming used to their scenting, almost liking the way they needed to “have you smell like them.” You would be lying if you said you didn’t like how possessive they were of you. You hadn’t ever had anyone love you like this, let alone want everyone to know you were theirs. 

Of course, it wasn’t a normal relationship, and if they were humans, you probably would have already been running. However, this wasn’t a normal relationship, this was destined by fate, your soul reaching for them as they were reaching for yours.

“Okay, let’s let our baby mate breath. Jimin, let go of her and let her sit down.” Jin, the mediator, said as he moved forward to pull Jimin off of you and back down to his previous spot next to Hobi. You walk into the room, not sitting down in the empty spot next to Yoongi, moving to stand in front of the couches instead.

“Before you guys say anything, I need to tell you something. Or rather ask you guys something.” You begin, making sure they were looking at you and were listening to your words.

“I umm. I would really appreciate it if you could stop sending me all of the jewelry and clothes.” You hold up the unopened box of Gucci, making Taehyung cringe. “I appreciate the gifts, even though I don’t know why you are giving them, but I am uncomfortable knowing you guys have been spending so much money on me.” You take a breath in, waiting to see their reactions.

“Baby, do you not like our gifts. We picked them out just for you?” Jimin’s eyes begin to water as he questions you, his soul feeling rejected. Do you not think that they can provide for you?

“Petal, if you don’t like the clothes, I can take you out shopping later? Maybe we can go to Louis Vuitton if you don’t like Gucci?” Taehyung stands up, worried that you didn’t like the gifts he sent you. He and Jungkook picked them out themselves, even buying matching outfits for you all.

“No Tae, it’s not the brand of clothes. I just, I’m not used to gifts and don’t think you should be spending so much money on me.” You try to reason with the dragons, hoping they would understand where you were coming from.  However, all you receive in return is a loud yell of protests from the men.

“Baby girl, do you not think we should spoil the person we have been waiting years for? This is the least we can do for making you wait so long.” Namjoon says, quieting the rest of the boys.

“If you truly don’t want the gifts, we will stop, but it is how our people show that we are able to provide for our prospective mates.” Jin follows, ignoring the small protests from the younger men. Jin knew that telling you about their people’s traditions would get you to accept their courting gifts. It might be manipulative, but he knew how big of a heart you had.

You physically deflate at their words, now understanding what the meaning of your words might have done to them. You didn’t know the gifts held meaning for them, and here you were telling them to stop giving you gifts.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know…” You pause, trying to find the words to say but Hobi stops you, moving to embrace you from your place still in front of them.

“No princess, it is our fault. We should have told you about the courting process, even if you have already accepted to being our mate. We just wanted to show everyone that we can take care of you and that you are ours.” You blush at his words, your body reacting to the possessive undertone of Hoseok’s words.

Hoseok moves back, Namjoon now moving to take his place in front of you, a small smile on his face and something in his hands.

“We were going to wait until after we completed the bond, but we,” He gestures to the men now gathered around you, “feel that this is the right time for you to have your own.” He opens the small box in his hand to reveal a diamond necklace with a small pendent. You don’t even know how to react. The necklace seemed so simple at first, but upon Namjoon placing the necklace on your neck, you realized just how important it was.

The small pendent held the symbol for their mafia, Bangtan, with their initials surrounding the small symbol. Only the inner circle has the symbol on their person, showing how important they are to the group. However, no one has the initials of the boys, which must mean that this is special only to you.

You look up at the boys, small tears pooling in your eyes as you hold onto the pendent. Having something like this, is surreal. You know you aren’t a part of their business, given the boys want you nowhere near it, but they still want you to be a part of them, of their inner circle.

“We know that you feel uncomfortable with gifts, but this is more than a gift.” Namjoon starts to speak. “This is a sign of our love, to let everyone know that you are protected and loved by us. You are now a part of us. Someone that we would do anything and everything for. We know that this relationship, this bond, isn’t considered normal by any means, but we wouldn’t change the outcome for anything.” Namjoon moves closer, one hand now cupping your cheek while the other intertwines your fingers together, holding your hand close to his heart.

“Just in the time we have known you, we already know that you are a gift given by the gods. You are more than we could have ever wished or dreamed for in a mate. We will do everything in our power to protect you, protect our love.” You have tears streaming down your face at this point. Never did you expect for the men you have fallen for to just pronounce their love for you in this way.

You rush forward to wrap your arms around Namjoon, not knowing how to react to their proclamation but also so you could hide your now red face in his chest. You feel him chuckle at your movement, bringing his arms to wrap around your back and bring your almost impossibly closer. After a couple of seconds, he moves his hands to your thighs, picking you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist as he brings you both to sit on the closest couch.

You let him manhandle you into a comfortable position, keeping your face snuggled into his chest, not trusting the others to not tease you about your blushing face. You relax into his hold, loving the feeling of being held, not that you would ever admit it. The feeling of someone petting your hair almost makes you sigh.

“Baby, don’t you have to get to your shop soon?” You hear Yoongi ask, his voice soft as if trying to persuade you to stay there, in their arms. To be honest, you had completely forgotten that you were supposed to open the store this morning. You groan in response to his question, causing laugher to fill the room. You just want to stay in this position forever.

“You don’t have to go in baby. You can stay here with us and just keep the store closed for today.” Jimin suggests, persuasion filling his tone as he lowers his voice. None of them want you to leave.

“Yeah! We can all stay here and cuddle and watch movies.” Taehyung adds on, catching onto what Jimin is trying to do. You move away from Namjoon’s chest a little, so that your voice isn’t muffled by his shirt.

“That does sound nice but I can’t close the shop just because I want to stay and cuddle with your guys.” You pout slightly, moving to get off Namjoon’s lap, only to be pulled back in by his arms.

“Yes, you can! Everyone needs a break every now and then.” Jungkook speaks this time, now the youngest men all on the same page and trying to convince you to stay with them, knowing that you secretly love to be held.

“Have you guys no sense of responsibility? Have we spoiled you too much?” Jin shouts, aiming his words to the youngest bunch sitting across from you on the reclining sofa.

“Baby don’t listen to them. We understand that you have work. I will take you today. We can stop on the way and get you some breakfast!” Jin helps you out of Namjoon’s grip, his arms trying to keep you in his embrace without verbally asking you to stay.

-*-*-

As much as you wanted to give the continuous stream of gifts back to them, you kept each and every one, choosing to wear the least flashy and expensive clothing to work, and then wearing the rest whenever you go to see the boys at their home. You didn’t want to make them upset that you weren’t wearing their gifts, especially Taehyung who you knew spent hours picking out the ‘perfect outfits’ for you.

Jin had also managed to size down the meals he sent for you, grumbling and whining about the fact that you weren’t eating enough even though he fed you more than anyone would be able to eat.

What made you feel soft and small was the fact that the boys would take turns to rub the burn cream that Yoongi had bought on your arm. The boys were very careful and gentle with you, not applying to much pressure and taking the time to massage the cream into your marred skin.

You were still extremely insecure about your burn, not wanting anyone to see it. Other then Chaeyeon and her family, no one else had seen it, besides the small marks on your wrist and neck that can’t be hidden by the clothes that you have. And whenever anyone had seen them, they would always look at you weird, give you dirty looks, and overall make you uncomfortable. The boys, however, never made you feel that way.

You felt loved for and taken care of whenever they put the cream on you, not making a big deal of it. They would talk to you about your day, ask you how you are, and then proceed to tell you about all the kisses and cuddles that you owe them as payment for working and leaving them at the house by themselves.

Today, it was Yoongi’s turn to help you with the cream. He had everything laid out on the side table as you sat on the couch next to him, a pillow on your lap. You had already removed your sweatshirt, well, Jungkook’s sweatshirt, your tank top moved a little so he could have access to the entire burn.

“Okay baby. It’s a little cold this time. Mini accidently put it into his skin care fridge.” Yoongi puts some of the cream on his hand and rubs it, trying to warm it up in his hands before putting it onto your skin. He starts at your hand, massaging the slightly cold cream on your skin. He takes his time, making sure not to aggravate the peeling and healing skin.

Due to the intensity of the fire, and where you tried to knock the door down you have minimal feeling in your bicep, the nerve endings almost completely gone. You have normal feeling in your hand and shoulder, though sometimes it feels like you don’t.

The feeling of his hands, the close proximity you hold, is driving you crazy. You have been feeling under the weather lately and being with the boys almost makes you forget you were even sick. Being around them, and being in their hold, helps you to feel at peace.

The closer he gets to your shoulder, the closer he moves, his warm breath now reaching your cheek as he talks. You can’t even focus on his words, trying to steady your own breathing and slow down your fast beating heart. He seems to notice this, a small smirk forming on his face as he sees your cheeks becoming red.

“Wow, love, if I would have known you would feel this way about me massaging your arm, I would have done this earlier.” He moves in front of you, now done with your arm. His voice drops as he moves the hair out of your face.

“Stop,” you whine, pushing him away as a laughs, “it’s not funny. I can’t help it when I am surrounded by attractive men all the time.”

“Attractive men, you say? Well, how can I not do this when I am in front of the most attractive women I’ve ever seen?” He moves closer, cupping your cheek as he leans in. The tension thick as his lips move against yours, first his touch soft but quickly becoming fueled by passion.

You have kissed them plenty of times before, but they were small kisses, done in passing or whenever Jin or Jimin become clingy. This kiss is a long time in the making. You had always been told about the fireworks you would feel when being kissed like this, but you didn’t realize they had been lying. These weren’t fireworks; there were bombs going off in your abdomen, the rabid butterflies creating carnage on your insides as Yoongi moves you to lie down on the couch.

You are unsure of where to put your hands this time, this kiss quickly becoming something entirely out of your desires.

As if he had been reading your mind, Yoongi grabs your hands, bringing them to rest around his neck as he moves down to your jaw, making his was to the sensitive skin on your neck. Despite the passion and instinct placed into the kiss, Yoongi was still careful about your arm, making sure to keep it from rubbing against the material of the couch.

“You. Are. So. Beautiful. My love.” Yoongi whispers in between placing kisses on your neck. You can’t help but sigh into the room, his touch doing all the right things to you, your arousal quickly making itself known, your underwear becoming wet as he moans out praises against your skin.

“Now what do we have here? Yoongi, you better be making our princess feel good.” Your open your eyes to see the rest of the boys standing against the entrance to the living room, their stares doing nothing to combat the arousal at your fingertips. Nerves non-existent as the boys watch you both.

“I can smell her arousal from here.” Jimin whines, his nostrils flaring at the scent of you, his own nerves burning to aid his mate in making you feel good underneath them. He can’t wait to feel your body under his, to see your face change as he explores your body, marking you like a work of art, on display for him and his hyungs to worship.

You kept your eyes on the men at the door, unwavering even as Yoongi helped you out of your shirt, your sports bra on full display as he continues his ministrations.

“You like it when they watch you be devoured huh? Do you want them to help? Want your mates to make you feel so good, baby?” Yoongi mutters, his mouth dangerously close to the top of your breasts, your nipples hardening as you moan.

“I need your words, baby. Do you want your mates to make you feel good?” He bites into your chest, his tongue soothing the skin as you whimper.

“Yes. Want you to mate me.” The room quickly becomes cold, everyone freezing at your words. Yoongi pulls himself away a little bit, hovering over you now as he moves so he could look you in the eye.

“Baby. Are you sure? We don’t want to pressure you into mating with us. We are perfectly okay to wait. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” His words reassure you even more that you are doing the right thing. No one else would have made sure you were doing what you wanted. The seven men, your mates, would still put you first.

You nod your head, a smile forming as you pull at the hair on his neck.

“Yes. I’m sure. I want you. All of you.” You turn to look at the other six, still frozen, listening to your words, smiles forming as they see the reassurance and trust on your face.

At your words, Yoongi moves off of you, helping you off the couch. Once on your feet, Jungkook is sweeping you off your feet, moving to carry you up to their shared bedroom.

“No princess should ever have to walk when her prince is around.” He whispers, placing soft kisses to your skin as he moves. You return the favor, your lips moving to his jaw as he moves, your touch now doing things to him, his feet moving faster to reach the room, throwing the door open and placing you gently in the middle of the bed before climbing on top.

“You should probably expect not to go into work tomorrow. Or the next day.”

[hyuckshaze]

zoom shenanigans - l.dh

✩‌ haechan ‌x‌ ‌fem!reader‌ ‌|‌ boyfriend!haechan | smut | ‌1.6k+ words ✩

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you don’t quite know how hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call

WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dom!sub themes, asphyxiation, edging/overstimulation, spitting, slight humiliation, degradation (use of words such as whore, slut etc.), dumbification, slight dacryphylia, salirophilia, dirty talk - basically pure and absolute filth!

AUTHOR’S NOTES ⇾ i couldn’t stop thinking about this throughout the entirety of my online classes today, so i just had to write about it to get it off my chest. i am an absolute slut when it comes to dom!hyuck, so this is just self-indulgence really. enjoy! not proofread so please message if there’s any errors, or anything missing from the warning list! - lex

You don’t quite know how Hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call. 

He’d driven you insane. You’d been sat on his cock since the start of your lesson, for which your teacher, thank God, had decided that cameras did not need to be on. The class only lasted an hour, with you sitting on his lap in his gaming chair because ‘your desk chair just isn’t comfy enough, Y/N’, according to him anyway. You thought your desk chair was perfectly comfy, but he insisted. 60 minutes doesn’t seem all that long in the grand scheme of things, but with a boyfriend as evil as Donghyuck, of course he knew just how to make that hour feel like an eternity, teasing you relentlessly throughout. His lips brushing against your ear as you tried your hardest to complete the set work, whispering unspeakable promises into your ear and sending dark shivers down your spine. Though you couldn’t see his face, you knew the exact expression that was plastered on his face as his wandering hands roamed your body, squeezing and pinching all the spots that he knew would have you squirming in his hold. By far, the most infuriating thing he would do, though, was to snake his hand around your body whenever you had to turn your microphone on, fingers rubbing your clit in circles that had you biting back loud and sensual moans, managing to suppress the noises down to sighs which, as a University student, were not all that uncommon to hear. 

It’s when the time hits 11:50am, exactly 10 minutes before the end of the lesson (you know because you began checking it, what seemed like, every few seconds, sensing his growing impatience), that his self-control evaporates. With a raspy grunt, his hand wraps around your neck and he thrusts up into you, hard, fast and rough. You gasp, face contorting in pleasure at the sudden movements which have you crying out and grasping at the desk in front of you in order to stay upright. You whine as his grip on your neck tightens, pulling you back towards his chest in one, swift movement. A yelp escapes your lips, now blindly grabbing at the armrests on either side of the chair in order to stop your legs from giving out. Not that you’d go anywhere, Hyuck’s rigid grip on you made sure of that. His hot breath against the back of your neck caused goosebumps to form on your exposed skin, a shudder going through your body at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. His hand on your neck pushes your jaw backwards, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as he looks down at your flushed face, tears of pleasure collecting at the corners of your wide and innocent eyes, perfect pink lips parted so beautifully, not to mention the dream-worthy sounds escaping them. How could he have ended up with such a perfect little girl? His hand moves for only a split second from your neck, squeezing your cheeks together in order to open your mouth. He spits harshly into your now open mouth, pressing your cheeks shut again afterwards. You let out a sudden and uncontrollable moan at the sound of him doing such a filthy thing, feeling his spit hit your tongue forcefully. You know what he wants. You close your mouth and swallow, his hand creeping back down towards your neck as you show him your empty mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He rasps, giving a tight squeeze to your neck once more.

With your eyes squeezed so tightly shut, you almost forget that you’re supposed to be listening to your Biomedical Sciences lecturer drone on about Haematology and Transfusion. Almost.

“Right, now that’s done, everyone turn your cameras on for this last task. We’re going to be going through the homework assignment that I set for you all last week, don’t think you can get away without speaking either! I’m gonna be asking you all questions about the task.” His words barely register in your mind, your head fuzzy and body shaking at the feeling of your boyfriend rearranging your insides so delectably. After a few moments, his words seem to sink in and your eyes shoot open, urgently whispering Hyuck’s name. There was no way you could turn on your camera, you’d have to lie. I dropped my laptop; my WiFi is lagging; my room is a mess. A thousand ways to excuse yourself ran through your mind, albeit at a much slower pace than usual. You could only focus so much through the feeling of Haechan fucking into you so hard and fast. Your desperate whines of his name are interrupted as he hums into your ear, not slowing his hips or showing any sign of stopping. If anything, it becomes even harder to think at his words.

“We both know that’s not what you call me when I’m fucking you, baby.” He growls into your ear, pounding into you with even more force, rendering you barely capable of thinking, let alone talking. Your walls clench tightly around his hard cock, a string of curses escaping your boyfriend’s pink lips as he grunts loudly at the feeling.

“M-my professor s-said-” You start, barely able to string a sentence together.

“I heard what your professor said, baby. Turn on your camera. Show your entire class how much of a filthy little slut you are for me. Show them how this perfect A* student cums all over my dick, huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Everyone seeing the perfect little teachers pet coming all over her boyfriends cock during her class? Everyone seeing how fucking dumb you get for my dick?” You bite your lip, holding back a scream. You can’t, however, stop a broken whimper from escaping you.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please, oh my God!” The hand that isn’t clutching your neck so tightly moves downwards, fingers brushing your clit so delicately.

“Please... Please what, slut?” He spits, tears now leaking down your face, chest shaking as you hold in overwhelmed sobs.

“Please Daddy!” You cry out, mascara beginning to smudge as you clench your eyes shut so tightly. You no longer care about your waiting professor, you no longer care about the entire class, it’s only Haechan. He is all you can feel and think.

“Y/N, we’re waiting on you to turn your camera on...” Your professor presses, but you don’t even hear him. It’s only when your boyfriend stops all of his movement, hand slipping away from your throat, reaching down and reclining his gaming chair into a laying position, that you realise what he wants.

“No, no, no. Please, Hyuckie!” You whine, head spinning at the loss of movement. He’s laying practically flat now, out of view of the camera. You try to move, rolling your hips atop his dick but his fingers dig into your hips hard, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, smirking up at your shaking figure with mirth.

“Go on, baby. Turn on your camera.” He warns, fingers digging even harder into your hips. You send him an exasperated look, to which he gives you the look. You know what that means. ‘Do as I fucking say, or you’ll regret it’. 

Your shaky hands reach over to the laptop, clicking the camera button as you let out an uneven breath. After a few seconds, your face appears on the screen. Your eyes widen. What your boyfriend had failed to inform you, was that your face was flushed and sweaty, mascara smudging your cheeks in obvious tear streaks, a drop of his spit glittering as it sat upon your chin. You wiped your face on your sleeve as soon as you catch sight of yourself, moving forward to pretend to be sorting a non-existing wire behind your screen as you try to make yourself look more presentable. As you do so, you hear his voice whisper.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you called me just then and don’t think you’re getting away with it. ‘Hyuckie’ doesn’t fuck you the way Daddy does.” His low tone causes you to clench around him, taking a deep breath at his teasing words. He scoffs at your silence, squeezing your ass, hard, so that you let out a small whimper. He hums in satisfaction as you plaster an obviously fake smile onto your face before leaning back, clicking on the unmute button for only a moment before abruptly turning it off again, barely having finished your sentence, as Haechan’s rock hard dick twitches inside your sensitive pussy.

“Sorry, Professor. I had tech issues.” 

✩  ✩   ✩

Those last 8 minutes of class felt like an eternity, and your boyfriend made sure of that. You thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding it, though. Not one person gave you a funny or disgusted look as you answered the Professor’s questions and kept a small, albeit forced, smile on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a twisted form of pride at your ability to pretend as though nothing was happening as you sat atop of Hyuck’s dick, enduring his endless verbal and physical teasing throughout.

It wasn’t until after the two of you were finished, long after the class had done so, that your boyfriend checked his phone

“Y/N...” You heard him call from the bathroom. You couldn’t find the energy to move, simply humming in acknowledgement at his hesitant-sounding call. He enters the bedroom in all his naked glory, carrying a small, wet cloth in order to clean you up in one hand, his phone in the other. Your eyes trace his naked body, focusing on the smooth, tanned skin. He really was a sight for sore eyes, somebody that you could never get tired of looking at. You’re disrupted from staring at his body when he holds his phone out in front of your face. You reluctantly tear your eyes from his torso, focusing in on the brightly lit screen, squinting slightly to read the text upon it.

“ 

MESSAGES

Jaemin

fucking your gf during her zoom class, nice one bro. though, you might wanna make sure that you actually hang up next time. the whole class was still there, apart from the prof. not that they’re complaining, i saw their faces. they’re gonna be getting off to that for the entirety of lockdown, i swear! 

“

Needless to say, nobody in class called you the Teacher’s Pet anymore.

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[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part One. George: the definition of “hello, have you met my friend?”

warnings: none word count: 1568 (not including pictures) *** Bugsy is Y/n’s username! I got too attached to change it to y/u/n so change it in your mind if you’d like :) 

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Y/n sighed lightly as she set her phone on the desk in front of her. Her eyes traveled back to her monitor, where George was sharing his screen on Discord as he practiced speedruns. Y/n and Sapnap were on call with him to keep him company.

The cold air around her nipped at her skin, sending chills and bringing goosebumps. She pulled her hoodie closer to her body, tucking her feet on her chair to curl herself in a ball.

"This run sucks," George mumbled. "I thought it was going to be good."

"It would have if the village actually had anything useful," Sapnap commented. "There was a lava pool at spawn and everything."

"What do you think, Bugsy? Should I start over?"

She hummed, squinting at the screen. "Yeah, you should."

He left and started a new run.

"Karl's replies on Twitter are always so funny," Sapnap giggled after a few moments of silence. "He's so formal."

"I love that kid. That's my best friend right there, no cap," Y/n said with a smile. She and Karl had been friends for a few years now. They met through their parents being friends and shortly found out the other streamed and quickly bonded over that as their fanbases grew.

"Did you see Wilbur's response to your tweet?" Sapnap asked. "Man wrote you a letter."

"What did the tweets say?" George asked, half-listening as he focused on his run.

Sapnap read them and George laughed through his nose. "How could you ask for a Minecraft boyfriend while you're literally on a call with us while I'm playing Minecraft?"

"Just keeping my options open," Y/n laughed. "Don't worry, I'm wearing a GeorgeNotFound hoodie as we speak."

"I'd be worried, George. There are quite a few proposals in the responses."

"Shut up," Y/n muttered, a smile on her face that she was glad neither of them could see. "George, you remember my roommate is in love with you, right? Don't upset her by being jealous of boys coming after me."

"You're an idiot," George breathed out in a laugh. "No, she's not."

"She is. Very much."

"No, no, she isn't."

"George," Sapnap sighed dramatically. "Just accept that you can be loved."

"You're both idiots, okay?" George laughed awkwardly. "This seed is terrible," he groaned.

"Wait!" Sapnap yelled. "Village on the left!"

George quickly turned and ran towards the village to loot it. Y/n watched with Sapnap as George found iron and a few other valuable things.

"Oh! This might be okay."

"Bugsy?" Sapnap asked slowly, sounding confused.

"Sapnap?" she replied in the same tone.

"Have you not met Quackity?"

"No. What made you ask?"

"I just saw his response to your tweet."

"Why are you two on your phones? I'm speedrunning!"

"Because you still haven't made it to the nether on any of them," Sapnap bit. "How are you best friends with Karl and you haven't you met Quackity?"

"I dunno. I just haven't. There's a lot of people I have only spoken to through Twitter replies."

"Like who?" George asked.

"Why are we only talking about me?" Y/n asked in slight frustration. She wasn't fond of talking about herself because she wasn't used to it. "This is George's stream."

"Well, now I'm really curious so I wanna talk about this," George laughed. "Who haven't you met?"

"I dunno!" she said, flustered. "Quackity, Wilbur, Dream, Tubbo, Tomm-- wait, no I met Tommy. He yelled at me."

"Wait, wait, what?" Sapnap interrupted.

Y/n paused but neither of them said anything. "What?"

"You haven't met Dream?" George asked, sounding equally as confused.

No one said anything. "No? Why is that surprising. I mean, we've joked through tweets and stuff but I've never played with him or actually spoken to him."

"What about DMs and stuff?" George asked.

"Nope. Dream is just thirsty in my replies like Wilbur," she joked, feeling the anxiety of the awkward pauses seep through her skin and touch her bones. Why were they being so weird about it? "Why is that so shocking that a man with, like, 15 million subscribers has never spoken to me?"

Sapnap laughed. "I'm just genuinely surprised that he hasn't reached out to you before."

"Yeah, me too," George agreed. "He talks about you in a way I thought you guys were good friends. And you're friends with us so I just assumed you were friends with him too."

Y/n laughed, nervous at the mention of being talked about. "Well, he must be a pussy or something because I have yet to receive any acknowledgement from Dream Was Taken besides him occasionally replying to my tweets and Instagram pictures."

George laughed suddenly, making Y/n look at the monitor with George's screen quickly, which wasn't moving. "What happened? Did you find something?"

"No," George's screen began moving again and he started building a portal. "Dream just texted me because he's watching the stream."

"What did he say?" Sapnap asked.

"He said, 'can I join the call? I don't want Bugsy to think I'm a pussy'," George answered, lowering his voice to a mumble before adding, "And something else he'd probably kill me if I said out loud."

Sapnap and George laughed at Y/n's silence. She was only joking, not intending to challenge him to talk to her. Honestly, she was relieved he had never spoken to her because he intimidated her. Meeting people made her nervous and Dream was no different. If anything, he was worse because he was a big deal and he kinda flirted with her sometimes, which gave her butterflies in a way she didn't like.

"I'm adding him to call," George announced.

"Wait, you're not going to check if I'm okay with meeting him live in front of 80,000 people?" Y/n asked with a small, nervous laugh.

"No, because it's my stream. I can do what I want. I can't live another second knowing you two have never talked."

"I think Bugsy's scared!" Sapnap coeed.

"I think so too!"

"You wish," Y/n muttered.

A small sound emitted from Discord, notifying everyone that someone joined the voice chat.

"Hello Dreeaamm..." George dragged out as he navigated the nether. "I made it to the nether, Sapnap. Will you get off your phone now?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hi Dream!"

"Hello," Dream said casually. "Hello, Bugsy."

Y/n lowered in her chair more, pulling her hood up and closing it tight over her eyes. No one could see her but his voice made her feel seen.

Sapnap giggled and George laughed. Dream breathed out a laugh. Y/n responded with a small, "Hi."

"Bugsy, you're such a liar!" Sapnap called out. "You are so scared."

"Shut up, Sapnap!" she chuckled.

"Scared of what?" Dream asked innocently.

"Meeting you," George answered. Traitor.

"Forgive me," Y/n started, sitting up in her seat and pulling open her hood to watch George play, "for being nervous to meet Mr. Speedrun in front of a huge live audience." She decided to joke around to hopefully ease the nervousness under her skin. "I'm just worried he's going to flirt with me again and I'll have to embarrass him in front of everyone by rejecting him again."

They all laughed.

"I mean, you already said Karl was in the lead for being your Minecraft boyfriend, so I really have no shot," Dream said.

"As if I'm letting some girl named Bugsy steal my fiance!" Sapnap yelled.

"Ah!" The attention was ripped away from Y/n as George screamed. Y/n looked at the screen, watching as her friend was getting attacked by a hoard of zombie pigmen.

"Why did you hit one, George?" she teased.

"I didn't mean to! AHH!!" he screeched, making everyone laugh. "STOP ATTACKING ME!"

"George!" Dream laughed. "Just run, you won't be able to kill them all!"

"I'm trying!" George fell in lava and screamed again. His death appeared on the screen and Y/n could hear him slam his desk. "That run was so good until the zombie pig came out of nowhere."

He started a new run and it was quiet for a moment before Dream's soft voice spoke again. "Well, Bugsy. I hope you forgive me for taking so long to speak to you."

"I-I was just kidding about you being a pussy," she mumbled, making him laugh.

"No, it's true. I was."

"Come on, Dream, sliding in my DMs is easy," she joked. "You could have if you wanted to."

"Trust us," George laughed, "he wanted to."

"What?" Dream asked George loudly, making Sapnap laugh.

"Dream, you talk about her all the time. George and I were both led to believe you were already friends based on how you talk about her."

"How I talk about her? What does that mean?" Dream sounded defensive and it made Y/n smile.

"You're always like, 'Bugsy did this' and 'Bugsy tweeted that', and 'I have to do a face reveal before Bugsy does because she'll outshine me'," Sapnap teased.

"Okay, the last one? I never said that. You're lying about that."

"But the rest of it is true?" Y/n teased.

"Look, you play good and your tweets are funny! I didn't come on here to get bullied, oh my gosh."

**********

A/N: this is my first time attempting a social media fic so the theme of this series is gonna be ignore the number of likes/retweets and stuff just know that y/n is a much smaller streamer she only gets a lot of likes and stuff when it involves other mcyt ya know okay fun times 

Please give feedback!! I hope you enjoy it!!! I don’t have a schedule right now but I might in the future if this series gets a lot of attention :) as of right now i’ll try to update at least once a week! 

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[blissfulparker]

Wipeout⇔ Surfer!Dad!tom

Parings: surfer!dad!tom x surfer!reader

Summary; You and Tom spend your whole relationship in the water. Surfing under the summer sun and competing in summers biggest surf competition. To a surpise, you and Tom take on the biggest challenge nature could throw at you. A baby.

Wc: 9k

Warnings: mentions of insecurities durning pregnancy, fluff

A/n: I know this isn’t a birthday themed fic for Toms b-day but I hope you all enjoy! My little spin on a summer fic with dad!tom 🥰

June.

The summer breeze rose goosebumps to your skin. Your hands coming up to rub your arms as the water was only a bit colder today.

it was summer, the best part of the year when you lived with a beach in your backyard. Spending your whole life surfing you now prepared for the summer tournament that happened only weeks away from now. Surfers, fans, media come in from nearly all over the world just to compete.

To feel a wave under their boards and the adrenaline that rushes through your blood when you finally get on top. The same competition that lead you to Tom, Tom who was now your boyfriend of two years. At first, you laughed at the boy.

Pale, shy—yet so cocky and from London of all places. The most water they got is from the sky. You wanted to laugh with your friends for how confident he was acting, little rain boy wanted to have a chance in the big ocean and he did. To your shock, he scored better than you and scored to be in the top 10. Your laughs stopped after competition and maybe it was the slight momentary enemy thing or it was that deep blue bikini that made him find you after the games and get you out for a drink.

That drink was truly a shared basket of fish and chips as you talked more and more about each other. Pale, rainy London boy ended up being the best thing that ever happened to you.

“You wiped out twice!” He sits atop his board and your hands rub over your face.

“Maybe because I’m distracted!” You splash water in his direction. His toned abs always tanner during g this year and it was hard for the both of you to control yourself. “I’m just tired, stressed.” You shrugged it off truthfully.

“You fell asleep at 8:00 last night, grandma.” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Competition stress.” You point to him and he shrugs. If he’s honest, within the two years he’s known you, two years he’s loved and wondered where you had been all his life, he knew your stress. When you were stressed you oftentimes took long showers or wrote in your journal for hours on end but this time your stress was sleeping early/in late and a few times he’s caught you throwing up. All under the name of stress.

He didn’t push anything though, reminding you that he is there and you could tell him anything. But nonetheless, he left you be and just kissed your cheek and told you everything was okay.

“Race you to shore and whoever gets back inside first gets the leftover chicken from last night!” He starts to swim and you quickly flatten yourself on your board.

“What are we like five?” You call out but still push yourself to go faster. Pushing yourself to race him to shore.

Even though Toms board was definitely double his size, he still beat you into the house, already washed off and reheating the leftovers for lunch. After a morning swim you always had lunch before you went off to work where you would teach little kids how to surf. No matter what, you were always around the water.

“So I was checking the competition list this week, checking to see if there’s anyone new…” he trails off on a story. The two of you share the chicken and fries before you suddenly get a disgusted taste in your mouth. The chicken suddenly becomes sour in your mouth but you force yourself to swallow, Tom notices the change and he stops everything to make sure you’re okay.

“Darling, what is it?” He has a worried look but you shake your head.

“Nothing—it’s nothing. I-I just think this part of my chicken was a bit undercooked and it grossed me out. It’s nothing.” You smiled at him and he waited a second before continuing his story.

But that wasn’t the end of it, the next bite even more sour and this time you drop your fork and open the trash can to spit it out. The spitting then followed by spitting up all of your breakfast and lunch. Tom quickly coming to move any stray hair and rubbing your back as he tried to not throw up himself.

When you were done, he quickly closed the trash can lid and got you into the bathroom where he assembled the toothbrush for you.

“Peaches, I know that you told me not to worry but this is the third time this week.” He folded his arms as he leans against the wall.

“I’m fine.” You say through a mouth filled with toothpaste. Spitting into the sink and rinsing your mouth while also splashing some water over your face. When you look back up, just a bit, your eyes flicker to the untouched box of tampons.

One week late wasn’t so bad, one week late was just some built up stress and every women had been a week or two late before. But before tom can take notice in your distraction, you turn around to him who hands you a towel.

“But you’re not fine.” He argues a bit gently, not wanting to offend you.

“Tom, in school I would throw up during exam seasons all the time. It’s just stress okay? Better than losing hair or breaking out I guess.” You try and joke with him but he doesn’t exactly laugh. Just stares at you worried and you push back a few of his curls.

“Hey, look at me,” you tell him and his eyes meet yours. “I’m fine, seriously! Just a bit of stress and nothing the ocean water and you can’t fix.” You kiss his cheek and he finally smiles.

“Can you go see a doctor? For yourself and if not for yourself then for me, I want you to do good at competition and you know they won’t let you compete if you are sick in anyway.” He rubs up and down your sides and you sigh. Hating the doctors but you agree.

“Okay, okay. I’ll make an appointment but they will just tell me I just have butterflies.” You tell him and that’s when he grows a smirk.

“Aw, babe, I didn’t know after all these years I still gave you butterflies!” He teased and you rolled your eyes playfully nudging your body against him. Both leaving the bathroom, your eyes flicker over to the untouched box to tampons that just taunt you one last time before tom shuts the bathroom door. It was possible, you just didn’t want it to be possible just yet.

-

“I should’ve canceled, I should be there!” Tom speaks through the phone. You sat in an empty, cold doctors office waiting for blood results to get back.

Despite Toms over worrying, everything was fine. They couldn’t find anything physically wrong with you and agreed when you mentioned how it was just anxiety and nerves. Yet they still had to run a blood test to make sure it wasn’t anything they missed and couldn’t see with the naked eye.

Meanwhile tom had to be the most dramatic person out there. You always told him if he was not a surfer he would be an actor. It was impressive how every single night before bed he had a new condition to diagnose you with. Some so severe and outrageous you had to remind him that this wasn’t 1600s England and that you didn’t have the plague. That things were just from stress and if it was a stomach bug then let it run through.

Yet he would rant to you nearly every single night about how he’s always loved you and hated that this was the way to go. Always with that you would smack him with a pillow and tell him to go to sleep and with that he would kiss your cheek and hold you tight as he fell asleep.

“Tom, it’s fine. Seriously! They said they couldn’t find anything wrong, you’d be wasting your time to come here. The most you’d get out of this visit is maybe a sticker. Does Tommy want his girlfriend to bring him back a sticker?” You used a baby voice and you could practically hear him going red.

With a scoff he replies, “Ugh, no. What am I like five?” He pauses for a moment. “But what kind do they have? Were you able to check?” He asked in more of a quiet voice and you laugh.

“No clue. But the nurse told me the best thing I could do is just drink some tea and rest. Maybe they have some spiderman stickers or Sofia the first stickers.” You fiddle with the loose thread on your pants. Ending with a joke to calm both yours and Tom's nerves.

With a smirk, Tom Says, “you’ve been drinking some British tea for awhile—“ he jokes and you quickly cut him off.

“Tom!” You say and as if it was a sign, the nurse comes back in with a clipboard and a gentle smile. “Hey, I’ll call you back, the nurse has my results.”

“Wait! Before you go, ask them to check for tapeworms—“ before he could finish you hung up.

“He’s just dramatic.” You laughed a bit and the nurse laughed along before taking a seat across from you. She clicks her pen which makes you nervous for some reason.

“So your blood came back fine, everything is okay. I just have a few little things such as are you on any birth control?” She asked and you shook your head.

“Oh no, um...haven’t been for a while. But my boyfriend and I use protection and we’re safe. We only used planB once and that was a year ago.” You tell her but she looks up at you. Nodding as she purses her lips.

“Condoms only go so far sweetheart. We just have to ask patients who we find to be with a child incase of any birth control so we can remove it immediately, the birth control, I mean, remove that immediately.” With child. You were with a child. Pregnant. Your heart nearly falls out of your chest and the nurse says a few more things but they don’t register.

“Y-You mean there’s a baby inside of me?” You don’t know what color you look right now but you would assume pale, or green with the feeling of vomiting and this time not from slightly uncooked raw leftover chicken.

“Yup, about one month along it looks! We still will want to run more tests and…” she talks more and more but you don’t listen. Your brain foggy, you don’t know if you’re going to pass out or throw up or shit everywhere from how nervous you were. Hell, even all three seemed like an option as she talked. “So I’ll leave you to tell the important news?” She asked. This was apart of her regular day to day, she probably had hundreds of girls like you come in. Clueless and thinking of a stomach bug and then finding out they are pregnant.

“Y-Yeah.” You try to form a smile.

“Perfect, just meet me up at the desk whenever you’re ready. There’s a bathroom down the hall if you are feeling queasy and of course, help yourself to as many waters in the mini fridge in our waiting room. Congratulations!” She says before she turns out and all you hear is the door click shut. The white noise of the light and the taps of your fingernails against the cool metal bed.

You know it was professional and sweet of her to allow you space to call your significant other but you only stare at Tom's contact. Staring at the word ‘Tommy’ with almost all the heart emojis and his contact pictures of him with the biggest smile.

You have no guts to tell him right in the moment, but rather get off of the paper coated bed and grab your things to leave. Setting up a new appointment with your doctor to see more into the baby. Pregnant, with child, before competition. You and Tom were going to have a faimily.

July.

Tom still hadn’t known the news. It had only been a week but the guilt still ate you alive.

You didn’t want to worry or stress him. You yourself still tried to wrap your brain around it. A baby, every breath you took, every bite of food you ate, every drink you swallowed and every step you took there was a baby you shared it with.

You think about how every time tom had wrapped his arms around your waist this week he gently touched over the baby. Kissing your lying lips, you hated yourself for it.

As for competition, your mind nearly forgot. Still getting in the waters everyday with Tom but this time a bit more cautious. Everytime Tom worried for you, you quickly would cover his worry up with either a joke or kisses.

As for the throwing up, morning sickness was something that came in and out. You started hating the smell of bacon tom cooked in the morning but just waved it off. He noticed your decline in caffeine and beers and wines but you just told him the best athletes only had what’s best for their body before performing.

Tom believed all of it. Every single white lie you told—even though you hated yourself for telling them— believed them.

“How ya feeling?” Toms lips met your forehead as you cuddled up on the couch today. Extra tired and almost positive the baby was screaming at you for rest. You cuddled a bowl of popcorn and a water bottle.

“Mmh, just fine.” You give him a smile as his lips come down to meet yours.

Stealing some popcorn from the bowl, he heads over to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

“I’m thinking we do shrimp tonight?” He looked over and you made a face.

“Ew, no.” You shake your head and he gives a furrowed brow look.

“What? You love shrimp!” He responds and you feel yourself growing hot. Hiding deeper in the Blanket and not wanting to show your face.

“Well, I’m just not in the mood for it tonight.” That was another thing, lots and lots of emotions. Luckily Tom had plenty of emotions to match.

“Okay...tuna?” He offers and you shook your head. “Steak?” Once again and no. “Chicken?” No. “Okay, love, you’ve gotta help me out. I know you’re not feeling well but I’m helpless in here.” He says and your eyes start to water. He notices and immediately comes over.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he comes in front of the couch and crouches down to you. “What’s wrong?” He stroked your cheek and you shook your head.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” You sniffle. “Seriously, I’ll help you. I’m thinking pasta.” You smiled and he did too.

“Yeah that’s not too bad.”

And so you two made and ate dinner completely normally. No tears from you, no sickness from you. Tom only talked about the waves out today and how much you would’ve loved it. Now you two spent time washing up.

“You think that one girl with red hair will be there like last year? She was so annoying.” You laughed as you got excited again for competition. Tom grew tense as you mentioned it. You noticed that. How he didn’t talk much about competition anymore. It went from the only thing you two talked about to now nothing. You knew how excited he was, the both of you were but suddenly it was like that excitement was put in a box to rest.

“Yeah...she was.” He kinda laughed but then just washed harder at the dish.

“Everything okay? You’ve kinda stopped talking about competition.” You put down your plate and that's when he took a deep breath.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” He tells you, pressing his lips into a lying smile that you knew.

“Baby, you can tell me anything you know. I’m always here for—“ and with that, he cut you off and told you the words you hated to hear.

“I-I took you out of the competition,” Tom sighed, dropping the dish rag on the counter in defeat. He watches as your face goes from annoyed to shock. Anger builds behind the eyes he find peace in. “It was wrong me me to do so—“

“damn right it was wrong of you to do so!” You slam your hand on the counter. “W-why would you?”

“You were sick! You were so sick for so long and what was I going to let you do? just make yourself worse—“

“it was the stress! I told you it was the—“

The built up ignored tension between you both finally caused him to snap.

“Is your period being late stress too?” His words caused the room to be silent. You take a sharp breath as you stare at him with anger but not at him anymore, at the fear of your new life.

“I’m just late, it’s normal for a woman like me to be rhis stressed and late...” you trailed off and this time he had the red face.

“Bullshit. What happened at that doctors appointment.” He demanded. You didn’t say a word at first which only angered him more. “Damnit (y/n)—“

“I’m pregnant.” You finally cry out and he knew his thoughts could be true, he knew they had to be but the moment those words left your mouth his whole body froze. He went pale with fear and shock, his hand no longer gripping the counter out of anger but out of support in case he passes out. The tears that left your eyes were uncontrollable as you let out a sob, the first sob that snapped tom back into reality.

He didn’t think twice, his arms supportively wrap around you as he tells you sweet nothings to try and calm you and himself.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He mumbled into your hair. You swallowed hard as you pulled back, your face wet with tears and you sniffled. His thumbs come up to wipe away each tear and each trace of mascara.

“Because I wanted to be normal still! I wanted to compete, I wanted to surf! I can’t surf anymore tom, i'm going to be a mom and I won’t have time for surfing.” You sob more and he only pulls you back into his grasp.

“I’m so selfish and stupid to even think to compete but I just want to n-not—“ you can’t even spit it out anymore.

“Who said you can’t surf when you’re a mom?” He moved back to hold your face. You didn’t look at him, he wasn’t going to force you to either. This was your decisions right now, he just wanted to listen.

“When you’re a woman and a mother, everything is for your child. You will have time to surf because you’re a dad but no one wants a mom to do anything but take care of their kid and I’ll love this baby so much, I will, but don’t want to lose myself. I’m young, you’re young and you’re about to be the next big thing.” You punch his shoulder playfully trying to lighten things up. “I—i-W-we’ll—“ you start again and he shakes his head.

“Don’t even say it. Sweetheart, you’re having a baby, our baby. I will make sure you still surf, when it’s safe, Of course. I-I don’t even have the words right now, my heart is racing, feel it.” He placed your hand over his chest to feel his pounding heart. “You will be (y/n) Holland, the infamous surfer that beat Tom Holland twice last year and you will be the mother to our kid. Their badass mom.” He cracks a smile as his hand goes to your stomach.

A shared moment where he only touches the stomach as he learns about it. You look at him softly and he looks at you as if you were the entire world. As if he was a little kid at sea world for the first time, he looks at you with beauty and hope and a hint of thankfulness

“For a minute,” you speak again. “I thought you were completely calm about this.” You chuckle and he shakes his head.

“No, I actually think I’m going to throw up.” He held his breath for a moment before he moved to the trash can and emptied his worried stomach.

This time it was you rubbing his back and wiping his mouth. Maybe you wanted to roll your eyes at the Irony but you just knew he loved you.

Holland. He used the last name Holland on you for the first time you’d ever heard it. He said it so confidently as if you two were already married. Holland. You can get use to that.

-

Day of competition

there was this sort of shock in everyone’s face as they watched you walk in shorts and a tee. Joining the crowds of people instead of getting ready for the waves of water.

This year was no wetsuit with your board, slathering sunscreen on your face as you got ready but rather taking a seat in that sand just like everyone else. Carrying a baby no one knew about except you and Tom and a few friends and family.

Your body was warm with nerves, hundreds of cameras here usually captured the sea, interviewing the surfers afterwards. Although it was not like Hollywood, there was no TMZ or dailymail, but there was enough interest and news casters to tilt their heads for why they infamous (y/n) (y/l/n)—soon to be (y/n) Holland—took a seat with the friends and family. Cheering on from the sand.

“Hey.” Z snaps you out of your constant looking around, how your eyes never focused on one thing.

“Ease up a bit, babes, no one even knows.” She knew, you knew you had to explain to her when you were sitting out. Just as Tom explained to his brothers and the two of you both would explain to his mother after competition. For he knew the women would get so excited she would explode

“Right.” Was all you said as you started clapping with the rest of the crowd when the games begun. It would be a moment for them to get to tom, they always let the younger ones go first, you and Tom were in that fine middle where you had to wait just for the middle of the games.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” Z asked with a hint of excitement to her voice. She kept it quite enough to where it was just you.

“I’m okay with either.” You didn’t ever care much for gender, although a girl would be nice to balance out the male testosterone you’re always around. “A girl would be nice though.” You smile at Z.

She gives a smile back, leans back on the towel as she soaks up the sun. “And Tom?” She asked and you shrugged.

He had talked about almost everything but a boy or girl, when you asked if he cared he told you,

“as long as they have two arms, two legs, a torso, a head, comes out of me with no trouble, then it’s a perfect surfing buddy.” You quote him exactly, smiling at his words from a few nights ago.

When he found out, his hands never left your stomach, even though you reminded him the baby was only the size of a grape. That well...it was just a bunch of cells forming up in the moment that couldn’t exactly kick for it had legs the size of your pinky nail. He still waited, he waited and waited, you didn’t even know what he was waiting for at one point for he would pause between his words at the baby or when he asked you a question he looked down at your stomach as if they would reply for you or before you.

“I know hes nervous as hell, but he’s so excited, I know it. The other day Harrison told me he cried when he told him. Tom, crying.” Z laughed a bit and you did too.

“If you think I’m the emotional one...turn on coco or inside out and see what happens to that man.” You chuckled as you turned your head back to the waters to watch tom with a smile on his face blow a kiss in your direction before getting on his board. Paddling out to the sea you watch him get ready to take the first wave, the crowd goes wild and your hand rests over your stomach.

This time, next year, you would sit on these sands with a smaller version of the two of you.

August.

Being early in your pregnancy but far enough to show was not as glamorous as people made it be.

Your shorts no longer fit, shirts started to get loose at the top and tight at the bottom and for the love of heaven you slept so much. Tom liked the idea of endless naps, somedays you wondered if he was the pregnant one instead of you. As he slouched around, ate just as many snacks as you and started to even complain about some of the same things you did.

Maybe it was the impact your moods had on him or the fact he stopped drinking caffeine since you no longer could have it and he didn’t know what his life was before morning coffee was with you. He was almost the same as you were durning the pregnancy.

“What are you doing?” Putting on a bikini for the first time since you told Tom. For the first time in about a month. You didn’t like the fit much anymore, the bloation you constantly had and the extra weight you now carried in your thighs, arms and breasts made you insecure. The top that used to fit perfect now had you grunting to tie. But you had to wear what you had to wear to get you in the water.

“I’m coming with you to the beach.” You say innocently and he shakes his head.

“You’re not picking up a board, you know that. Besides, the waters have been rough lately, there’s that storm coming in and one hard wave can hit you and I don’t want that to happen.” He exaggerates and you look at him with a dead stare.

“Tom, I haven’t touched the water in over a month, I’m pretty sure my skin cells are changing because of it.” You exaggerate as well and he comes up to you.

“Well, I’m not letting you in the water. It’s too dangerous.” He was serious, at first you thought he was just being dramatic, he was still going to let you swim but he was 100% serious.

“Tom, you’re kidding.” You scoff a bit and he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry darling, I know a lot is happening—“ he starts and you move back.

“The doctor said I am healthy enough to be physically active and I—“ before you could finish he cut you off.

“The doctor said you could do some squats, leg workouts, lift a 5lb weight, that was the type of exercise he said. The waters are too dangerous, please don’t argue with me.” He pleads but your emotions get the best of you. Anger starting to build and your body heating up.

Tom had learnt one thing so far; don’t upset the pregnant women and that’s exactly what he did.

“You’re telling me to not argue with you when you are the one holding me hostage in my own home? God, Tom, I have a life still too! A month ago you said you understood what it was going to take and now you’re treating me the way I specifically asked not to! I’m getting in the water, I haven’t been in the water for months it feels like and that’s all I know—“ your rant continues but Tom isn’t looking at you anymore. He’s looking at your side view in the mirror.

Your bump is showing, the bump he swore he could kinda feel but not see was now showing. Almost like it grew overnight.

“Fuck, Tom! Look at me while I’m—“ you start to yell again but he steps closer.

“Look.” He stares at the mirror and comes closer to your bump.

“Oh my…” you see exactly what he’s seeing. The small curve outwards that is your swollen stomach. Your bump.

“May I?” He asked and your mood went from angry to overfilled with happiness. Your eyes starting to tear ss you nodded.

“Tom, it’s your child too, you can touch.” You told him and he did. Your hand even went to your stomach as you rubbed over the bump that was barely forming.

“It’s like it happened overnight.” He laughed a bit and you did too.

“I swear it wasn’t there last night when I got out of the shower. I swear.” You let a few tears fall and he peppers soft kisses.

“I’m sorry.” He gently stroked at the stomach and you sniffled.

“I’m sorry too. I know you just want what’s best for us but I’m just…” you sniffle some more not being able to finish.

“I know baby, I know.” He gets up and wraps his arms around your back. Pulling you in for a hug for you to cry on his chest. So emotional over everything but he was right there. Right there with you.

“We can call the doctor about you surfing, we can call him right now if you want. But I just can’t lose you.” He gives a smile and you nod as your lips meet with his.

“C-can you order the chicken from the place I like?” You finally regain your composure and he nods.

“Of course, anything else?” He looks down at the stomach and you shake your head.

“No, not for now.” You smile down at the small bump forming. “Wait!” You stop him as he’s leaving to grab the phone. He turns to face a guilty looking you, “and mozzarella sticks.” You rub your stomach and he nods. With a faint smile he goes,

“always.” As that was your constant craving. Leaving you in the room for a moment and coming back to see you dressed back ins sweats and a tee shirt, Tom smiled and gladly cuddled up next to you, rubbing and talking to the bump about the future. Maybe you couldn’t surf, but you had Tom right by your side.

December.

Christmas cookies and sweetly salted popcorn occupied your side as you spent a snowy Christmas in London. No beach, no blazing sun even during the day, Tom took you home where you were now five months pregnant.

Heavily showing and to even think you wanted to go surfing months ago was laughable. You hated getting up to shower somedays for it was too much work.

“Darling, Angel, my pretty girl,” Tom sat next to you nervous with his next words. “I know you’re pregnant but there are only so many Christmas cookies.” He told you and you smacked his shoulder.

“Thomas, she’s pregnant! She’s allowed as many cookies as she wants besides there are more in the oven but pregnant women gets first pick as she is carrying my grandchild.” His mom immediately came to your defense. Taking so much good care of you while you were here, Tom doesn’t even think he got this much affection as a sick child.

“I wasn’t saying it’s a bad thing for her to eat cookies, I just want one!” Tom defended himself and you handed him a cookie and you felt your baby kick.

“See? They don't even want you stealing our cookies. I’m eating for two, I’m eating for your baby. You eat a lot by the way! Remember that summer you went through the whole fridge in a week? Yeah, now I’m eating for a tiny version of that! And myself! It’s hard out here for me and what did you do huh? Take two minutes!” You snatched the cookie back from him and rubbed your stomach. His brothers stifled a laugh and Tom grew red in embarrassment.

“I last longer than two minutes.” He says is a mumble.

Rolling your eyes, You rested your head on Toms shoulder and moved his hand over to the kicking stomach. “She says thank you.” You smile as you take a bite from the cookie.

“A she?” His mom perks up and the rest of the family does.

It was a mistake, you and Tom had a battle of the sexes. It seemed as if you didn’t want to know the gender right before your winter holiday. Or really the gender at all. The gender was available for you guys now but you both didn’t see it as a big deal. The baby’s room would be filled with ocean themed toys and a gentle blue wall Anyways. And besides, whatever they decide to be they would make the perfect surfing buddy. Although it was still fun to think of, You thought a girl and Tom swore a boy.

“No, mum, we still don’t know I promise. (Y/n) is just messing around.” He swore and the family relaxed again.

“He’s right, I am just joking. Tom is probably right with his assumption, thinking it may be a boy. With all this moving and eating, just like Tom.” You poke his cheek and Tom again flusters in embarrassment.

“Hey, I have a fast metabolism.” He told you and you kissed his temple.

“I know baby, I’m just teasing you. My man knows how to stay fit and sexy.” You playfully rub his stomach and suddenly the stifled laughs from the boys turn into disgusted noises.

There was everything to indicate a boy, well, mostly just a gut feeling. Tom's mother described her pregnancy with Tom to you and it was nearly the same. A baby boy, you could see that. You would need another fridge and a lot more paper towels assuming the babe will be like Tom and eat yet spill everything. You liked the idea of a boy. Plus, Tom had been playing a stupid game where he asked the baby questions making it kick for an answer. When Tom asked if it was a boy or girl, it kicked the moment he said boy.

The ding of the kitchen timer went off, more cookies fresh out of the oven and Tom was quick to jump up.

“Let me help m’lady up.” He grabs your hands and you grunt as you stand up. You walk with Tom at your side and once you are alone eating more cookies in the kitchen your hand rubs over your stomach as you feel the baby kick in excitement.

“Off the topic of gender, I think they miss the ocean. They kick so much just when I sit in the bath like they are having fun in the water.” You mention water and you feel a kick. They couldn’t understand, but they could hear and a smile rose to yours and Tom's face.

“Then they’re just like their mama.” He leans in and kisses your cheek.

“Who knows, maybe once we get back I’ll get in the—“ before you can finish your sentence about surfing, a sharp kick to your bladder causes you to hunch over with a pained face. Tom worried as he held you panicked but you got back up with a deep breath.

“Nevermind, little one didn’t like that idea.” You hold onto his arms tightly.

“Everything okay? Just a bladder kick?” He panicked and you just nodded.

“Yup.” Your face scrunches up again. “Just the bladder.” You suddenly have the urge to pee. “Now shoo, I’ve got to pee.” You tell him and he looks at you in confusion.

“You just peed like—“ you give him a look making him think about how he’s finishing his sentence. “Right, my darling.” He moved out of your way to let you go. Snatching one more cookie from the tray, he smiled as he thought how next year at this exact time, you would be holding a little baby.

April.

One week. You were one week late and as any normal pregnant woman would be resting in bed and rubbing over her swollen belly and anticipating the child’s arrival. Although that was not what you were doing.

Against Tom's wishes, you went back to work to see the kids start up their surfing lessons. Although there would be no swimming for you, no waves for you just yet, seeing the kids happy to be there was something that sparked joy to your heart always. Helped ease your nerves and turn them into excitement.

“Mrs. (Y/l/n)-Holland, look what I learnt how to do!” One of the kids calls out. You had a smile for not only did they call you by both yours and Tom's name, but that they had always been excited to show you new things.

“That was amazing Ryder!” You clapped at the boy who did a handstand. He had a big smile with teeth missing. Your hand went over your stomach again, an aching pain that was noting but a false labor.

The doctor said it was fine. Women always experienced this right before birth and just take a deep breath but don’t waste your time rushing to the hospital just for them to send you home.

It was normal to be late and that you had a stressful year so it was okay. The doctor mentioned that you still felt contractions which meant you were close. But when it was Tom, every slight indicator of pain you felt meant a freak out where he rushed around the house to get the baby bag and try and get you in the car when in reality, you just had to pee. 

“T-That’s really cool.” You wince and the boys face goes from excitement to worry. Within the luck, Tom comes jogging from the parking lot with lunch for the two of you. Hoping to get in the water with the kids and keep an eye on you.

“Hey Angel.” He kissed your cheek but noticed your pain. “Everything okay?” He panicked and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, Ryder here was just showing me how he can do a handstand now—“ you can’t even finish as the pain was strong.

“(Y/n)?” Tom needed to be calm, your face scrunched up as you held your swollen stomach. “Darling, Angel, pretty girl, look at me.” He used all the pet names you liked and you looked up at him with worry in your eyes. “I think it’s time for us to meet the little one.” He nods with a trying smile and you feel an even sharper pain.

“Mmh, I can’t do this.” You breath heavily as you hold onto the stomach. “Yes you can, if you can surf a wave that is 12 feet with no wipeout then you can birth our baby.” He promised and also got the little boy who was so excited to show you his new moves a moment ago to run and get another adult.

“Tom, I-I can’t.” You felt yourself tearing up and he shakes his head. Your heart pounding and mind swarming with worried.

“You can, you will. You are the strongest women I—“ before he can start his motivational speech you cry out in pain.

“Get me in the goddamn car!” You cry and he nods and gets you up before anything worse. He rushes to the hospital as quick as he can, holding your hand and trying to not crash as you hold your stomach and scream.

When he gets to the hospital, he’s still in a wetsuit. They take immediate action into getting you into a room where you are laying with your legs up waiting for a doctor. Holding Tom's hand as you cry.

“Uh sir?” The doctor walks in and looks at the man in the wetsuit. “We’re going to have to ask you to put on scrubs...helps prevent any ourside clothing germs getting on the baby...are you wearing anything under that?” She asked and he immediately started unzipping.

“Jesus tom, not here, she wants you to get changed in the bathroom.” You shake your head as you run your hands over your face. In pain but want to laugh at your worried boyfriend for how he was acting in the moment.

“Right! Right!” He quickly changes from the wetsuit into the scrubs. The doctors look at him funny but let it go as you’re clearly in pain and needing the baby to be out.

“You got this love, you’re doing so good—“ he starts again but you don’t even want to hear it.

“was this really worth two minutes! I’m getting my fucking tubes tied!” You scream at him and he flushes a deep shade of red as one of the nurses giggles.

After one more big push you heard the sound of a cry filled the room. For just a second, all the pain you felt went away as you see the body of your baby, baby boy. You both were right, a beautiful little boy.

“A boy.” Tom breathes out in awe.

“Dad you wanna come cut the cord?” He looked at you for approval and you nodded. He cut the cord with shaky hands, couldn’t focus for the life of him as he just stared at the boy. You only got to hold him for a second before he’s taken off to a bath. Tom following them before they bring him back in a bundle of blankets.

“Oh my…” you hold the beautiful boy. His little lips open just a bit to make a sound while his eyes flutter to adjust to the light. “Look at him tom.” You feel yourself cry and Tom does too.

“Wow, look at you.” He touched the boy's cheek who immediately tried to take the finger into his mouth. “You did that.” He tells you as the two of you admire it.

“We did that.” You tell him and he smiles a bit. “Although yeah, it was mostly me.” The boy stares hard at Tom, Tom who was still in just swim trunks and scrubs.

“Hey, I ate a lot with you during this pregnancy. Even had my own morning sickness.” He teased and you only laughed.

The room going silent for a moment. Hearing the little cooes of your boy as you held him. Toms finger tracing over his cheek when you finally spoke, “Caspian.”

Tom had mentioned how he liked the name for a boy, more than once. It had connections to the water and to Europe so the child would have a bit of both. You had to admit to yourself that you liked it but just wanted to stick with a more casual name. But looking at how he looked at you the moment you said that name, you knew it was the one.

“Caspian?” He repeated and you nodded.

“Caspian Holland.” You told.

He smiled as he kissed your forehead. “Holland? Just that?” He asked as well and you nodded.

“Yeah, yeah just like that.” You smiled. A perfect moment in the perfect situation was interrupted by a small nurse who held a tee shirt.

“Uh sir?” The nurse looked at the two of you and both of your attentions were caught. “So unfortunately we have to ask you to wear a shirt, we got one from the lost and found for you hoping that it would fit.” The shirt read “I’m not as fun as mom” and Tom's face dropped. A proud smirk rises to your face as you look at Tom who’s flared his nostrils just a bit to show his embarrassment.

“Yeah Tom, put on the shirt.” You encouraged and he looked at you. His eyes telling you that you’re going to regret that but you can’t wait 15 years into the future to tell your son.

Sighing as he took the shirt from the poor nurse and sat back down on the chair in a huff.

“You’re never letting me live this one down are you?” Shaking your head you look back down at the boy,

“no, I don’t think we will.” You brought your dry cracked lips down to the boys forehead, you had no water within the past hour and screaming with crying seemed to make you as dead as possible. “Caspian. Caspian Holland.” He whispers again. “Thank you.” He looked at you and you furrowed your brows.

“For everything.” After months of no surfing, months of pain and aches, instead of saying anything back you looked at him and said

“sushi.” Was all you said and he furrowed his brows.

“W-what?” He questioned.

“I need sushi, please.” You sigh and he smiled. Months of being unable to eat any fish that was all you wanted in the moment.

“One California roll coming up.” He kissed your cheek and then the boy's cheek. Calling in the nurse, sending for a California roll and tuna.

Caspian was sleeping soundly in Tom's arms while you ate and rested. Everything was worth it, from the moment he stepped on a plane one summer to Hawaii he knew it was worth it for he found a family in the end.

June.

Once again the sand was squishing under your toes. Feeling each and every grain as you held your baby boy tightly bundled in blankets against your chest as you walked out to the beach. He was freshly bathed, you and Tom took turns. You were so eager the moment you were cleared to get back in the water after birth that the day the doctor cleared you for physical activity, you did it.

But tonight wasn’t you getting in the water, it was you greeting Tom and telling him to come back inside.

“Dinner is done.” You call out to him as he jogs back to the two of you. The baby boy cooing as he sees the ocean and his fathers dripping wet figure coming towards them.

“Hey, look who’s out.” He immediately leans in and kisses all over the pretty baby boy's face. “My sweet boy is so fresh and clean.”

You and Tom had argued about who he had looked more like,You or Tom. he had Tom's nose for sure and his big brown eyes that you knew were going to be trouble. If you had a hard time saying no to Tom when he batted his lashes and gave a glossy look, it was going to be impossible to say no to your beautiful boy.

“He just took a bath. But it wasn’t the ocean.” You smiled and Tom pressed a kiss to your face too.

“Mmh, did you?” He looks at the boy who was yawning in his mother’s arms. “Want to swim a bit?” He asked and you shook your head.

After birth, Tom did a lot of the work. He loved it too. He claimed you needed rest, in which you did, but you would often find him just sitting in the nursery staring at the baby boy. Telling him stories to sleep and kissing his face. He would let you surf, bathe, sleep, all while he took care of your beloved boy.

“No, I’m so tired I think if I use my legs any longer they will snap.” You give a pout and Tom immediately kisses it away.

Tom started to gather his stuff, the beach towel and the bag he normally carried and the moment he started to pack up your baby boy let out a wail.

Within the two months of his birth, you were able to identify each cry. When he was hungry it was more of a gurgle, when he was sleepy it was more strained and forced, when he craved touch it was a whimper sounding cry and then there was this. He was simply upset something did not go his way. May you or Tom stepped away for a moment, the bottle gone too early, but now it was his father packing up his stuff that makes him scream a cry that makes heads turn.

“What’s the matter bubs?” Tom pouts as he sets the stuff down and comes over to him.

Once the stuff is set down the cries settle just a bit, settle enough until tom takes him out of your arms and presses him up against his body.

Still wet from the surf, you both think the baby liked it. While Tom occupied little Caspian, you picked up the towels and his bag for him and once again the boy let out a wail cry which made you and Tom furrow your brows.

“I-I don’t know what it is. I-I changed him and I bathed him and he was perfectly fine and—“ you start to panic and as you panic you drop the stuff which calms his cries. Tom immediately took notice and grew a smile that made his heart flutter in his chest.

“(Y/n),” he stops you and you look up at him with a worried look as if you’ve done something wrong. “He wants to stay. He wants to stay on the beach.” Tom says in a calm voice and the boy was now only cooing in Tom's arms. He bounced gently but mostly cooed as his daddy smiled at him.

“H-He knows we’re leaving the beach.” You sigh and come over to the boys. Petting your sons head as he relaxes in his fathers arms.

“Like I’ve always said, just like his mama.” Tom smiled up at you and you caught his lips for a kiss. “Well…” you rub your hands on your thigh, wiping off the sand you got stuck all over your hands. “Since Caspian always gets his way, I better bring dinner out here.” You smile as you poke at the sweet boys face and Tom moves and has a serious face.

“(Y/n), no, you can’t just whip out your boob in front of—OW! I’m kidding!” You smacked his arm for the stupid comment he made that at first had you worried.

“I hate you. I’m bringing out the dinner.” You start to walk off and he smiles.

“You love us!” He shouts back.

“Just Caspian! You? Not much you. remember...you’re not as fun as mom!” You call out to him, sending him a wink and he wants to say something back but he holds his tounge.

Looking down at the baby boy he says, “when I teach you how to surf I need you to beat mums ass a few times while you’re out there. Just for her little comments.” Tom spoke to the boy and he cooes. “Atta boy.” With that he plots down on the sand towel.

Setting caspian down on the towel for just a moment so he can strip from his wetsuit and be closer to him. You come back out balancing the plates of food for you and Tom as you seat next to them and eat. Leaning your head on Toms shoulder and kissing at it.

You never knew that one competition, one amateur British boy and one shared basket of fish and chips could lead you to the best moments of your life. Could lead you to the best family you’ve ever had.

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[aiiwa]

PRETTY IN PINK — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

✗ REQUEST: may i request a lil text fic of yn having the most juiciest 🍑 and taking pics in her lingerie to send to her female friends so they can help pic out which one is the prettiest but she accidently sends them to her best friend and crush iwa and how that would go?????

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff (?) / crack (?)

⤷ warnings: suggestive / mature themes, cursing, and a photo thirst trap photo (?), also iwa talking about masturbating over your photo

⤷ word count: 2.8k

— a/n: for my big booty anon i would sell my soul for 🍑💖

this is set in the same universe as freshman year, so feel free to give it a read if you’d like!!

life after meeting your boys had changed your daily routine in the best way. not a minute went by that wasn’t filled with the familiar craziness you had grown on.

free time was spent humouring mattsun by shifting the couches in their apartment around and engaging in a wrestling match, originally stemming from a fight the two of you had over the last slice of cake a month ago; the current score was an even tie of 14-14 though you had plans to take the lead. when it came to makki, he was more than happy to indulge on your self-care days; he’d even take part in your skincare routine, let you paint his nails, and liked it when you made smoothies to sip on while the two of you waited for your clay masks to dry. every other week was dedicated to retouching his roots with pink hair dye.

other days, you were set up on your bed; under the soft covers, stash of snacks next to you, while your laptop rested on your lap. and at exactly three a.m. you would receive an incoming call from, oikawa. since it would be three p.m. in argentina, he’d take to sitting out on his balcony, basking in the sun and interrogating you on the relationship, or lack thereof, you had with his dear iwa-chan.

speaking of sweet, gorgeous iwa - in your biased and majorly crushing opinion, hanging out with him was your favourite. though you’d never be heard saying that around anyone. just last week he’d all but solidified your love for him even more, when the two of you were up late, binge watching a new sci-fi show that caught iwa’s attention, and he got up to make you some coffee when you started to feel sleepy.

“here we go, coffee with two sugars for the pretty lady.” the warmth you felt run over your body settled before you grabbed at the steaming cup. taking a sip you realised you’d never told iwa how many sugars you preferred, and after asking him, you watched his faint blush bloom under the harsh light of the t.v. screen. “heh, i don’t know...just noticed it, i guess.”

but as much as you loved the guys, there were just some things you couldn’t do with them. things that required a strictly girls-only day out.

“what do you mean we’re not allowed to come? i wanna go to the mall too!” mattsun whines, tugging at the sleeve of your cropped, button-up sweater, while you were bent over tying your laces.

“it’s a girl’s day out, emphasis on girl.” smacking his hand away, you straighten up; sending him the look your mother gives you when you’re being difficult. “so unless your little pee-pee grew into a powerful vagina, you’ll be staying home.”

“but makki’s practically a girl too!” the couch cushion that flew into his face was true to its aim, the swift whack shutting mattsun up.

“fuck off, little dick.” makki grumbled, lanky figure draped over the couch; sans aforementioned couch cushion that was covering his face before. mattsun tried to throw the pillow back at the pink-haired boy, but it was caught with ease. “we agreed to never bring that up again.”

“yeah well, y/n’s talking about some girl-time shit, like we didn’t take her to a strip club, filled with male strippers.” mattsun sasses back, crossing his arms with a smirk. “like makki didn’t get a lap dance from that guy-”

from the corner of your eye, the bulky figure entering the room catches your attention instantly. you could never get tired of eyeing up the way his shirt stretched around his fit body, how his sleeves cut a bit into his arms and knowing he could rip them up with a flex of his biceps. watching him walk up to you, the tightening of his navy blue gym shorts around his shaped thighs, had you mesmerised; dragging your gaze across the outline of his bulge, you swore it twitched just before he stopped near you.

“ready to go, y/n?” he offered a small smile, twirling his keys around his finger. at the sound of his voice, the other two boys halted their bickering over the strip club incident.

“oi iwa, no fair, are you going with y/n?!” mattsun interrogates, thick brows arched in question.

“i’m dropping her off.”

“oh.” makki chimes in. “out of everyone i thought you would be the one with the most complaints, iwa. just the other day when the two of you were together, i wanted to ask y/n for help with my project but you-”

“yeah, yeah that was the other day.” iwa cuts him off, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows, wanting to know what makki was going to say. oh well, you’ll just get it out of him after. “c’mon y/n, you’ll be late meeting the girls.”

iwa was on his way to the front door when makki asked you what was so different about this trip to the mall that you didn’t want any of the boys to come along.

“i’m going to buy new lingerie, and i need their opinions.” you shrugged, grabbing your hand bag so you could follow iwa out.

busy with shoving your phone into your purse, and checking you had all of your essentials, you failed to notice the scheming look shared between mattsun and makki. or how iwa stood frozen by the door, hand tightly gripping the handle, until you bumped into his warm back.

“lingerie...hm, i wonder for who?”

at makki’s words you felt heat rise up in your face, as you rubbed at your nose.

“y/n~! you could’ve just asked me to come along! i would love to give my opinion!”

you’d never seen keys flying so fast through the air, finding their mark on mattsun’s forehead.

after spending twenty minutes pressing an ice pack to the growing bump on mattsun’s forehead, and listening to him trying to explain to an irritated iwa that he was just playing around; you’d finally left the apartment, and was nearing the bustling shopping district. iwa had been quiet, though not awkward, with only the mellow songs of his playlist, named after you, playing during the short drive. he flicked his indicator on, spotting the two girls waving at you from the sidewalk, and pulled over to the side.

“thanks for the ride, iwa.” you mumbled distractedly, admiring the veins in his tanned arm as he shifted the gear into park.

“anything for my pretty lady.” iwa lifts the corner of his mouth up into a sweet grin, olive green eyes flitting over you next to him. he doesn’t even realise he’d called you his pretty lady, and you press a hand to your heated cheek; ignoring your friends cooing and pointing at the two of you. “do you need some money? are you gonna be warm?” he leans closer to you, putting his arm behind your seat as he searches through his gym back in the back. the intoxicating smell of his cinnamon cologne invades your senses. “i’ll give you my jacket, just let me find it.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, grabbing his bicep to stop him, giving it a firm, very self-indulgent squeeze. “iwa.” you called out to him. he turned to look at you, wide eyed and so fucking adorable. “you’re acting like my mom.” 

his handsome features relaxed as he released an airy laugh. “well i love your mom, so i’m fine with that.” he pulled his arm from behind you, jacket in his grip, though not in a way to make you let go of his arm.

“i still can’t believe she messages you to make sure i’m eating right.” you groaned, still squeezing his arm playfully. “and stop trying to give me money, it’s like you want to be my sugar daddy or something.”

iwa’s arm tenses under your touch as he processes your words. “alright, time for you to go.” you manage to catch the bright blush dusting his cheeks; your hand reaching out to pinch them yet all you feel is the material of his jacket as he shoves it into your arms. “get out, your friends are waiting for you.”

you pout at his dismissal; but with the way he was so flustered, scratching the back of his neck and hiding his pretty eyes, you decide to let him off easy 

“‘kay, fine~” you drawled in a sing-song voice.

making a show of collecting your things together, you dramatically tugged your seat belt loose; reaching for the door but halting in your actions when the weight of his large hand, dropped on top of your head. allowing him to angle your head to face him, he gifted you with a soft smile that had you ready to melt into the passenger seat. 

“be safe, alright?” your eyes blinked with each gentle pat on your head - once, twice, thrice - most likely ruffling your hair you’d spent a good amount of time on. “now go, text me and i’ll pick you up later.”

puffing your cheeks, you nodded as he squeezed your scalp affectionately. unlocking the door, you stepped outside into the cool air, wrapping iwa’s big jacket over your shoulders as goosebumps rose underneath the thin material of your sweater. bumping the door closed with your hip, you bent at the waist and stuck your head through the open window 

“bye, iwa.” your lips pressed together in a shy smile.

he mirrored your smile. “see you later, pretty lady.”

walking away, tugging the collar of his jacket closer, you could feel his eyes following after you. only half-listening as the girls teased you, hooking their arms through yours to walk through the entrance of the mall; you glanced back once more to see iwa stick a hand out and wave, before driving off once you disappeared from his view.

steam whirled up and around iwa, as a contented sigh escaped his parted lips. stood underneath the spray of warm water, he felt the tension begin to evaporate from his taut muscles 

iwa’s gym sessions, as of late, had been rather extreme. well, it had been this way for a couple of months now, ever since he had met you. he had to overwork his body, send it into overdrive and power through the fatigue - it was the only way to release some of his pent up frustration. the frustration that came with crushing on you, and not acting on it.

you were so fucking gorgeous to him, and you were so damn sweet. every part of his being was steadily entangling itself around your presence, and he had no idea how to stop it. not that he would even want to try. when you were nearby, his ears would begin to twitch at the sound of your voice, searching for you; and when you touched him, wrapping your delicate fingers around his arm to steady yourself, or poking your fingers at his back absentmindedly while teasing his roommates, he could feel his skin tingle all over. but it was when you would look up at him, sparkles in your beautiful eyes, that iwa knew he was a goner.

you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he just wanted to make you his. have you in his arms…and bury himself so deep inside you-

“fuck.”

he shut off the shower with a bit more force than necessary. this was exactly the reason why he’d been visiting the gym more, working out for longer, because his mind was plagued with thoughts of you under him.

especially after seeing you in your cute outfit today. he feared that you’d catch his eyes lingering too long on the exposed skin of your tummy, or trying to memorise the curve of your lush thighs in those jeans. hell, he could barely say anything to you on the drive to the mall, tongue running dry with you so close to him.

with a huff, he carefully stepped out of the shower; wrapping his fully white towel around his hips, and moving into his room. kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way towards his side table just in time for his phone to go off.

grabbing the device and waiting a second for the facial recognition to process; he was surprised to see it was an instagram notification from you. expecting another food porn post, he was dead wrong; with absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared him for what greeted his eyes.

“holy,” he collapsed onto his bed, holding his phone to his face. “fuck.”

you...you-

“fuck!” he growled out.

you’d sent him a photo in your new lingerie, albeit it was most likely by accident, but there you were modelling your new all-pink set. the one he had 'chosen’.

with your arms raised above your head, brushing your hair over your shoulders, the stretched out pose accentuated the curve of your breasts, almost spilling out from the strapped confines of your bra. could he even call it that? it was all studded belt straps and buckles, that matched the thick choker-collar around your lithe neck, and it was not helping his current situation. grazing his eyes lower, a thin belt was clipped around your waist, before a sliver of skin lead downwards to the skinny, almost sheer, material of your panties. it was high waisted, dipping behind your wide hips and the teasing curve of your ass. and then your thighs, fuck how he wanted his face to be squeezed between them. thigh-high stockings dug into your plush thighs, squished out from the way you were sitting on your rug.

leaning back onto his bed, iwa was tempted to check if his heart was still beating, if he was even breathing at this point. but he did check, and he was alive; and the blood circulating his body was currently flowing straight to his groin.

the sight of you, so fucking pretty in pink, was burned into his mind forever.

under his palms the prickling sensation spread across his fingers, itching to relieve himself. one hand trailed across the panes of his abdomen, while the other grabbed at his phone; though it almost went flying out of his hand when it started vibrating and your contact photo flashed on his screen.

“shit.” he cursed, clearing his throat and trying to even out his breathing. he accepted the call after a moment. “hello?”

“iwa?!” at the sound of your voice he could feel his dick twitch, and he clenched his teeth together; annoyed at himself. he needed to get a grip. “oh my god, iwa, i am so sorry!”

‘no, i’m sorry that i want to fuck you so bad right now.’ is what he wants to say. “it’s...fine, y/n.” is what he manages to get out.

he hears you chuckle a bit awkwardly on the other end of the line. “shit, i’m so embarrassed right now.” you confess. “i meant to send that to the girls…”

“you don’t have to be embarrassed.” if anyone was to embarrassed it was him. he’d spent months pining after you, and now here he was lying on his bed aching to touch himself to you, towel fisted in his free hand. “you’re beautiful, y/n.” at least that managed to come out right.

“thank you, iwa...i only realised what happened when i was about to send another showing the back!” you laughing at your antics fell deaf on his ears, when the thought of your ass seized control of his mind.

how often had he admired the shape of you the past few months. daydreaming of the way you’d feel in his big hands, silky skin dug into by his long fingers, cheeks jutting out between them. he wanted to hold your ass in the palms of his hands, squeeze and tease you...his hips buck up, grinding against the cotton of the towel and a loud groan escapes his mouth.

“oh- iwa? are you okay?” you asked him, so innocently. he couldn’t take it anymore.

“i’m good...i just- something’s come up,” he hissed out, glancing down at the red tip of his cock peeping up at him. “i’ll call you later.”

“oh, of course! sorry again iwa, hehe, i’ll delete the photo. talk soon!”

his eyes shut at the sound of your giggle, free hand already rubbing himself. “bye.”

ending the call and moving the phone away from his face, he stared at the photo again, thumb hovering over the ‘save’ option, before pressing yes. he’d keep it locked away just for him, a treasured piece of you in his gallery. starting to stroke himself to your perfect body, he waited for the notification that you had deleted the photo from the conversation.

but it never came, though he did, and the photo remained buried under new food posts sent from you.

yet it wasn’t til a few weeks after that iwa began to think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as much of an accident as you made it out to be.

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[jaynovz]

SilverFlint Fic Recs that Ripped My Heart Out

For the most part, these are not fix-it fics. They have a particular quality of deep melancholy for me: brilliant and beautiful, poignant and terrible. This fandom is truly talented and these are the best of the best of soul-crushers. Some are sadder than others, but all are bittersweet. 

If you’re asking, Jay why in the ever-loving fuck is this the theme? Listen, we all deal with shit in our own way. Give these stories a look if you love Suffering.

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The Far Waste of the Waters by More_night: 

Summary: James McGraw removes Skeleton Island from his mind.

Notes: This is the crown jewel of this list. Thomas Hamilton goes to Nassau to settle some unfinished business; he and Silver have a lot of conversations. Silver and Flint apart but still mind-melded, speaking to the version of each other inside their heads. I literally cried on the couch for an hour after finishing this. Just... just read this brilliant thing.

maybe there’s no harm in you by youatemytailor:

Summary: They are two days into the voyage to Savannah. There's two more to go, provided the weather holds. In some ways it's the quickest death Silver has ever seen.

In some ways it feels like fucking purgatory.

Notes: Somehow both healing and painful? Things are both resolved and unresolved. The missing scene we deserved while still being canon compliant to the finale.

Thick as Thieves by robotboy:

Summary: John Silver and James Flint are cursed to live forever: an account of the three hundred years it takes them to work out their issues.

Notes: Technically this has a happy ending but the journey is extremely rough. This is a god-tier concept. The Old Guard AU before we knew we wanted one. READ THE TAGS THO, there’s a lot of potentially triggering stuff.

the whole estate of mortal man by Amiril:

Summary: Silver has a limited memory, an unlimited lifespan, and a need for human souls.

He spends months trying to buy Flint's.

Notes: Rewrite of canon with creature!Silver and jfc what a fucking concept. Bittersweet as fuck but amazing. Never read anything else like it, treat yourself to the tragedy of the show’s ending with the flavor of eldritch monster falling in love and only realizing it after it’s too late. This one gives me goosebumps.

don’t come closer, don’t let me go by youatemytailor:

Summary: "Why are you here?"

Convinced it would look too much like startlement, Silver does not let his eyes shift downwards at the sound of Flint's voice. He watches the displaced dust around the rafters above, instead, swirling in the air as men walk overhead.

“Ben mentioned you were refusing your rations," Silver says. His voice is too hoarse.

Flint's is horrifyingly flat. "So?"

"So, I'd really rather you not die. Not now, not when we’re so close."

Notes: This author really knows how to write the missing scenes between Skeleton Island and Savannah to wreck me. This one and the sequel relent are the painful but necessary conversations Flint and Silver might have had on the ship. Oh and jfc-it’s-too-late love confessions which fuck me up in particular.

If only for a night by ember_firedrake:

Summary: That is when James notices the crutch braced under the man’s arm, the iron peg in place of a left foot. He glances back up, not wanting to show imprudence, to the man’s face. His hair is a halo of dark brown curls. A twisted mustache and beard frame his frowning mouth, and his eyes beneath his brows are ringed with dark circles. The man looks at him as though he's seen a ghost, staring with wide, wild eyes.

“James?”

(aka Lt. James McGraw/post-series!John Silver fic)

Notes: Pretty much what it says on the tin. Time travel gives us this scenario--Sweet and tender and lovely with a deep thread of sadness running through of What Could Have Been. I weep.

slouches towards bethlehem to be born by straddling_the_atmosphere:

Summary: It takes two weeks to get Flint off of Skeleton Island.

Or rather, it takes two weeks for the island to let them go.

Notes: A true horror story! I’m a huge horror fan and this is a fucking revelation. Featuring Skeleton Island as an ancient entity which Silver and Flint must sacrifice to in order to escape. Another case of things being both resolved and unresolved between the lads. A forever favorite.

truth is heavier than fiction by mapped:

Summary: “In the dark, there is possibility.”

Silver contemplates what might have been.

Notes: Yep, the lad just uhhh realizing all that he’s lost. Pure fucking angst, no one does it like mapped. While you’re at it, go read all their other stuff. Including the next entry!

come dying with me, darling by mapped:

Summary: You're not leaving this wreck / We're both going down with it

Silver knows that Thomas is alive, but he can't bring himself to tell Flint.

(Takes place during 4x06 when Flint and Silver think Madi is dead.)

Notes: This is devastating, absolutely ruinous. Silver making mistakes that he knows are mistakes but can’t help himself. When thinking about the finale as if this moment happened... break out the blankets and ice cream.

hand in unlovable hand by brinnanza, jaynovz:

Summary: “I did not kill Captain Flint. I unmade him. Captain Flint was born out of great tragedy. I found a way to reach into the past… and undo it.”

Notes: So at the risk of perhaps sounding a bit arrogant, lol, I think our fic deserves to be on this list. It was honestly kind of inspired by a lot of the stories on here.

Anyway, this is the Worst Possible Ending AU. Beware, here there be dragons.

in this garden there’s no feeling by brinnanza, jaynovz:

Summary: The door shuts behind Flint, and the knot of another sob burns in Silver’s throat. Only… it isn’t a sob - or not just that anyway. There is something in his throat, something crawling up from his lungs. His throat spasms around it, and he coughs violently, dislodging the thing from his chest. It’s waxy and bitter in his mouth, almost like pepper. He spits it out on the desk. It’s slender and pink, about the length of his forefinger.

It’s a flower petal.

Notes: Eyo. I think we topped ourselves with the Horrible this go-round. This is a Hanahaki fic. No character death but decidedly not a happy ending. Take luck. (Written for Beach Blanket Black Sails 2021)

the sack saga by princesskay:

Summary: sub!Flint is plundered, pillaged, and destroyed; Silver reaps the spoils.

alternatively, a treatise on cock & ball torture

OR the most insane character study via bdsm I have ever had the privilege of inflicting on the world

Notes: A seven part series. An exploration of kink, especially cock and ball torture, within the bounds of canon, beginning in 3.1 and following the show events all the way through til the very end.

In my humble opinion, this is the crown jewel of all Silverflint BDSM fic, there is simply nothing else like it. An EXTREMELY thorough and nuanced character exploration through kink that will tear your heart out in the best way possible. For my part, it rivals the actual ending of the show for devastation and having me sob in a puddle. Uh, also, it is the most sun-scorching intense smut I’ve ever read in my life. NOBODY does sub!Flint like Kay. I simply cannot recommend this highly enough. 

I have so many feelings about it that the only way I've been able to fully express them is to do audio adaptations lmao.

Cold, Dark, Depraved by notfelix:

Summary: "Trust Flint. It sounds so easy. Flint offers here to take his weight, to swaddle and rebuild him. Was it truly so bad, letting Flint build him the first time? He’d not have had Madi at all, if Flint hadn’t built him into something concrete, something tactile. She’d have reached out to touch him, and the ephemeral wisp he’d been would have simply passed through. It was Flint who tied the anchors to him, bound him within himself. He had Madi because he trusted Flint.

He lost Madi because he trusted Flint, too." — A lot of other people have written incredible, beautiful works about Flint supporting Silver in the wake of Madi's supposed death, and how that support finally brings them together. This is the opposite of that.

Note: I loved this one so much I recorded an audio adaptation!

to know how it ends by alphayamergo:

Summary: I did not kill Captain Flint. I unmade him. John Silver changes his story.

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Okay y’all, that’s all I have for you! As always, let me know if you have suggestions for the list. I wish you all a tearful evening. 😭

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Hispanic/Latino horror movies

In honor of Hispanic Heritage month, this week we talked about horror movies out of Latin American and Spanish speaking countries. There were some we couldn’t get to so here is the full list:

Spain

The Devil’s Backbone (2001)

Rotten Tomatoes: 92%

Audience Score: 89%

Google Score: 85%

IMDb: 7.4/10

Critics Consensus: Creepily atmospheric and haunting, The Devil's Backbone is both a potent ghost story and an intelligent political allegory.

Description: “Set during the last years of the Spanish Civil War, The Devil's Backbone is a Spanish gothic horror movie that follows Carlos, a young orphan boy who is deposited at Santa Lucia School among several other children who have been displaced by the conflict. Though he finds friends in the professor and the head mistress, he is plagued by a wandering spirit with a link to the violent caretaker's secret past.”

Trivia: The movie, which he wrote in college and was in development for 16 years, is strongly inspired by Del Toro’s personal memories, especially his relationship with his uncle, who supposedly came back as a ghost. It is also included among the "1,001 Movies You Must See Before You Die" edited by Steven Schneider. Although filmmaker Guillermo del Toro is Mexican, this film is set in the Spanish countryside (largely filmed in Madrid) that’s why it’s on the Spanish list. The Devil’s Backbone has all of the impactful elements of spirituality, horror, and the supernatural that come up again and again in Del Toro’s work. This film has been referred to as the “brother film” of one of Del Toro’s best known works, Pan’s Labyrinth. 

[REC] (2007)

Rotten Tomatoes: 89%

Audience Score: 82%

Google Score: 85%

IMDb: 7.4/10

Critics Consensus: Plunging viewers into the nightmarish hellscape of an apartment complex under siege, [Rec] proves that found footage can still be used as an effective delivery mechanism for sparse, economic horror.

Description: “Late-night TV host Angela and her cinematographer are following the fire service on a call to an apartment building, but the Spanish police seal off the building after an old woman is infected by a virus which gives her inhuman strength.”

Trivia: The movie was filmed chronologically in real locations (no sets were built for the movie). The actor’s were never given the script in its entirety and didn’t know what was going to happen to their characters until the day of filming. The movie is also a big inspiration for the horror survival game Outlast.

Considered The Blair Witch Project of zombie movies, REC had a lot of competition in the found footage style (it came out the same year as George Romero’s Diary of the Dead and the first Paranormal Activity movie). It more than holds its own among them, so much so that an American remake called Quarantine came out the next year. Director Jaume Balagueró keeps the movie disturbingly real and doesn’t fall prey to jump scare after jump scare.

Veronica (2017)

Rotten Tomatoes: 88%

Audience Score: 49%

Google Score: 80%

IMDb: 6.2/10

Critics Consensus: A scarily effective horror outing, Veronica proves it doesn't take fancy or exotic ingredients to craft skin-crawling genre thrills. 

Description: “During a solar eclipse, a teenage girl and her friends want to summon the spirit of the girl's father using an Ouija board. However, during the session she loses consciousness and soon it becomes clear that evil demons have arrived.”

Trivia: Based on the true story of 18-year-old Estefanía Gutiérrez Lázaro. I won’t go too far into it because we may do an episode on it in the future but if you want spoilers, watch the movie (if you dare).

Directed by Paco Plaza (same as REC), the possession theme is done over and over again in horror but this movie is a terrifying and fresh take. 

The Bar (2017)

Rotten Tomatoes: 88%

Audience Score: 55%

Google Score: 75%

IMDb: 6.3/10

Description: “In bustling downtown Madrid, a loud gunshot and two mysterious deaths trap a motley assortment of common urbanites in a decrepit central bar, while paranoia and suspicion force the terrified regulars to turn on each other.”

Directed by Álex de la Iglesia, it’s labeled as a horror-comedy. You can watch it on Netflix.

Who Can Kill A Child? (1976) - Tells the story of a happy couple, two English tourists who decide to vacation on a secluded island in the Mediterranean. There they discover – almost too late- that the island has been taken over by a group of murderous children.

The Baby’s Room (2006) - Featured on Six Films to Keep You Awake at Night. A new family renovates and moves into a grand old house. Nervous first-time mom installs a baby monitor but hears mysterious sounds on the other side. Once they install a high-tech video baby monitor, what they see chills them to the bone.

Sleep Tight (2011) - Apartment concierge Cesar is a miserable person who believes he was born without the ability to be happy. His self-appointed task is to make life hell for everyone around him, a mission in which he has great success. It has big home invasion/stalker vibes. 

Timecrimes (2007) - A man accidentally gets into a time machine and travels back in time nearly an hour. Finding himself will be the first of a series of disasters of unforeseeable consequences. It sounds like a “Happy Death Day” type of plot (but proceeding it by a decade).

Thesis (1996) - Angela is doing her thesis on the effect of violence in the media when she discovers a snuff film. This discovery leads her down a dark path where she must confront her greatest fears and question everybody around her.

Witching and Bitching (2013) - One article I read said it perfectly, “What Shaun of the Dead did for zombies and What We Do in the Shadows did for vampires, Witching & Bitching essentially did for the cinematic depiction of witches, albeit on a less visible scale.” Great pick if you’re looking for something a bit more lighthearted.

Mexico

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006)

Rotten Tomatoes: 95%

Audience Score: 91%

Google Score: 90%

IMDb: 8.2/10

Critics Consensus: Pan's Labyrinth is Alice in Wonderland for grown-ups, with the horrors of both reality and fantasy blended together into an extraordinary, spellbinding fable. 

Description: After the Allies invade Nazi-occupied Europe, a sadistic captain sends a troop of Spanish soldiers to flush out rebels,bringing his new wife and her daughter along on his exploits. While his family resides in the countryside, he leads his men on a murderous rampage, much of which is witnessed by his step daughter. In an effort to escape her reality she plunges into Pan's Labyrinth, a mystical world at the border of her own.

Trivia: Guillermo del Toro is famous for compiling books full of notes and drawings about his ideas before turning them into films, something he regards as essential to the process. He left years worth of notes for this film in the back of a cab, and when he discovered them missing, he thought it was the end of the project. However, the cab driver found them and, realizing their importance, tracked him down and returned them at great personal difficulty and expense. Del Toro was convinced that this was a blessing and it made him ever more determined to complete the film. Del Toro also repeatedly refused offers from Hollywood producers, in spite of being offered double the budget, provided the film was made in English. He didn't want any compromise in the storyline to suit the "market needs" (he even did the English subtitles himself). The film received 22 minutes of applause at the Cannes Film Festival and in 2007, it became one of the few fantasy films ever nominated in the Best Foreign Language Film category at the Oscars. It’s another on the list "1,001 Movies You Must See Before You Die" edited by Steven Schneider with The Devil’s Backbone. It was on more than 130 top 10 lists in 2006. It is also the 5th highest grossing foreign language film in the US.

The Similars (2016)

Rotten Tomatoes: 95%

Audience Score: 49%

Google Score: 75%

IMDb: 5.9/10

Critics Consensus: A smart homage to genre filmmaking, The Similars is a fun and frightening film that balances socio-political issues with aplomb.

Description: A monstrous, once-in-a-lifetime thunderstorm strands passengers in a remote bus station outside Mexico City in 1968. As they listen to the radio, they realized that the storm has spread all over the world. As they look at each other, they also realize that everyone’s faces are slowly changing, and not for the better. 

Trivia: The film used make-up and special effects techniques never before done in Mexico. Director Isaac Ezban was influenced by B-movies of the 50s and 60s as well as TV shows and movies like “The Twilight Zone”, “The Thing”, and “Invasion of the Body Snatchers”.

We Are What We Are (2010)

Rotten Tomatoes: 72%

Audience Score: 48%

Google Score: 77%

IMDb: 5.7/10

Critics Consensus: We Are What We Are is elevated horror that combines family drama and social politics, with plenty of gore on top.

Description: After a family patriarch dies, his survivors are tasked with continuing the rigid family rituals that involve hunting meat, preparing it for consumption, and eating it. The “meat” in question is human flesh, since they’re a family of cannibals. With two detectives hot on their tail, the family of cannibals strains to maintain their family traditions in a modern urban environment.

There was an English language remake in 2013 (86% on Rotten Tomatoes) with Wyatt Russell and Odeya Rush (Lady Bird, Dumplin’, and Goosebumps)

We Are The Flesh (2016) - A joint French-Mexican production released in Spanish as Somos la carne, this post-apocalyptic nightmare involves a brother and sister who roam the land desperately seeking food until a kindly old man takes them in under the condition that they help him renovate an abandoned building. Oh, and they also have to have sex with one another while he watches. And after he breaks their will by getting them to do that, he makes them do all sorts of other things. This film was one of only four in Mexico to receive a “D” rating—which is reserved for subject matter that is considered extremely disturbing and/or pornographic.

The Witch’s Mirror (1962) - An abusive and cheating husband kills his wife so that he can be with his mistress. The woman’s godmother was a witch who originally tried casting a spell on a mirror to protect her from domestic violence, but the spell failed. Still, she is able to bring the woman back from the grave, and the two witches set out to destroy the evil woman-beater.

Here Comes The Devil (2012) - A married couple lose their children while on a family trip near some caves in Tijuana. The kids eventually reappear without explanation, but it becomes clear that they are not who they used to be, that something terrifying has changed them.

Chile

Downhill (2016)

Rotten Tomatoes: 60%

Audience Score: 22%

Google Score: 43%

IMDb: 3.5/10

Description: Deeply upset by the passing of his best friend, a professional BMX rider accepts to partake in a race in Chile. Everything goes as planned until he stumbles upon a man who is infected by a mysterious virus and becomes the target of local assassins.

Trivia: Filmed in 13 days

Post Mortem (2010)

Rotten Tomatoes: 88%

Audience Score: 61%

Google Score: 70%

IMDb: 6.5/10

Description: In Chile, 1973, during the last days of Salvador Allende’s presidency, an employee at a Morgue’s recording office falls for a burlesque dancer who mysteriously disappears.

Aftershock (2012)

Rotten Tomatoes: 39%

Audience Score: 24%

Google Score: 61%

IMDb: 4.8/10

Critics Consensus: Aftershock hints at an inventive twist on horror tropes, but ultimately settles for another round of mind-numbing depravity that may alternately bore and revolt all but the most ardent gore enthusiasts.

Description: In Chile, a group of travelers who are in an underground nightclub when a massive earthquake hits quickly learn that reaching the surface is just the beginning of their nightmare.

Trivia: Horror icon Eli Roth wrote and stars in this film.

To Kill A Man (2014) - An attack on his daughter leads a mild-mannered family man to take revenge on the vicious street thugs who have tormented him and his family for a long time.

Columbia

Out Of The Dark (2014) This is in English

Rotten Tomatoes: 24%

Audience Score: 22%

Google Score: 77%

IMDb: 4.8/10

Description: A family moves to Colombia to take over the operation of a manufacturing plant, soon they learn their new home is haunted.

Trivia: Starring Julia Stiles (10 Things I Hate About You, Dexter) and Scott Speedman (The Strangers, You) 

The Squad (2011)

Audience Score: 53%

Google Score: 82%

IMDb: 5.3/10

Description: After a secret military base ceases all communications, an anti-guerrilla commando unit is sent to the mountainous location to discover what exactly happened. The squad expects to discover that the base was attacked and taken over by guerrilla units, but instead find only a lone woman wrapped in chains.

Trivia: In one scene where the actors are shooting guns, one actor accidentally picked up a real gun instead of the prop and fired a real shot (no one was hurt).

Cord (2015) - On a post-apocalyptic world of never-ending winter, a sparse cast of outsiders live underground. Due to their unsanitary conditions, sexual contact has become dangerous. Masturbation has become the paradigm of sexual experience and an array of low-tech devices with this purpose has come into existence. In this bleak reality, a dealer of such machines a sex addict make a deal: she will allow him to experiment new devices on her body in exchange of pleasure. Soon however, their relationship goes out of control.

The Hidden Face (2011)

Rotten Tomatoes: 80%

Audience Score: 72%

Google Score: 86%

IMDb: 7.4/10

Description: Shattered by the unexpected news of their irreversible break-up, an aspiring orchestra conductor is puzzled by his girlfriend's mysterious and seemingly inexplicable case of disappearance. But, can he look beyond the facts?

Trivia: There is a Turkish version of this movie and a 2013 remake out of India called “Murder 3”

At The End Of The Spectra (2006)

Google Score: 83%

IMDb: 6/10

Description: A young woman who has become agoraphobic due to a traumatic incident is holed up in her apartment, she begins to suffer from hallucinations, paranoia and an obsessive neighbour.

Trivia: There is a Mexican remake called “Devil Inside” and there were once rumors of an American remake starring Nicole Kidman but that’s the end of that.

Uruguay

The Silent House (La Casa Muda) (2010) 

Rotten Tomatoes: 68%

Audience Score: 37%

Google Score: 63%

IMDb: 5.4/10

Critics Consensus: Shot in a single take, The Silent House may be a gimmick movie, but it's one that's enough to sustain dread and tension throughout. 

Description: A girl becomes trapped inside a house and becomes unable to contact the outside world as supernatural forces haunt it.

Trivia: The plot is supposedly based on a true story that occurred in the 1940s in a small village in Uruguay. With a budget of just six thousand dollars, it was filmed using a handheld high-definition digital single-lens reflex camera (the Canon EOS 5D Mark II), 2 handheld lamps, and a couple of lightbulbs over a time period of just four days. The claim that the movie was filmed in one continuous take are suspect. The Mark II camera can only record up to 15 minutes of continuous video at a time. Uruguay's official submission to the Best Foreign Language Film category of the 84th Academy Awards 2012.

Monos (2019)

Rotten Tomatoes: 92% 

Audience Score: 85%

Google Score: 69%

IMDb: 6.9/10

Critics Consensus: As visually splendid as it is thought-provoking, Monos takes an unsettling look at human nature whose grim insights leave a lingering impact.

Description: On a faraway mountaintop, eight teenaged guerillas with guns watch over a hostage and a conscripted milk cow. Playing games and initiating cult-like rituals, the children run amok in the jungle and disaster strikes when the hostage tries to escape.

Trivia: Moises Arias (Hannah Montana) and Julianne Nicholson (I, Tonya, August: Osage County) most of the other actors had never acted before. The movie draws inspiration from Lord of the Flies. Included among the "1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die", edited by Steven Schneider. It was selected as the official Colombian entry for the Best International Feature Film at the 92nd Academy Awards.

Peru

The Entity (2015)

Google Score: 66%

IMDb: 4.3/10

Description: A group of students decide to study 'reaction videos' and are led toward an old film, hidden in the archive room of a cemetery. It appears that everybody who has witnessed the film has met an untimely demise under suspicious circumstances. When the students view the footage, they discover first hand, what the demonic spirit is capable of. Fulfilling the ancient curse of a woman cruelly killed during the Spanish Inquisition.

Trivia: The Entity has been billed as Peru's first 3D horror film and to have been loosely based on true stories. Review websites Flickering Myth and Nerdly commented that the movie suffered from being too overly familiar to pre-existing works (Blair Witch, The Ring).

The Vanished Elephant (2014)

Rotten Tomatoes: 89%

Audience Score: 72%

Google Score: 88%

IMDb: 6.5/10

Description: Crime novelist Edo remains obsessed with what happened to his fiancee Celia after she disappeared during an earthquake. When an enigmatic woman brings him photos that may help him solve the mystery, he senses he is being drawn into a dangerous game.

The Secret Of Evil (2014)

Google Score: 65%

IMDb: 5/10

Description: Video footage depicting a supernatural encounter is all that remains of a filmmaker and his crew who disappeared while exploring a haunted house.

When Two Worlds Collide (2016)

Rotten Tomatoes: 91%

Audience Score: 69%

Google Score: 93%

IMDb: 7.6/10

Description: An indigenous environmental activist takes on the large businesses that are destroying the Amazon.

El Vientre (2014)

Google Score: 81%

IMDb: 6.1/10

Description: Silvia, a beautiful 45-year-old widow, is obsessed with having a child and finds in attractive but naive Mercedes the perfect candidate to bear it. Silvia kindly offers her a job and a room in her house, and then manipulates her into seducing a young man named Jaime. They soon fall in love and Mercedes becomes pregnant. Silvia will do anything in her power to keep the baby, even if it means leaving a couple of bodies behind.

Argentina

Terrified (2018)

Rotten Tomatoes: 77% 

Audience Score: 65%

Google Score: 82%

IMDb: 6.5/10

Description: Paranormal researchers investigate strange events in a neighbourhood in Buenos Aires.

Luciferina (2018)

Rotten Tomatoes: 83%

Audience Score: 25%

Google Score: 69%

IMDb: 4.6/10

Description: Natalia is a nineteen-year-old novice who reluctantly returns home to say goodbye to her dying father. However, when she meets up with her sister and her friends, she decides instead to travel the jungle in search of mystical plant.

Francesca (2015)

Audience Score: 67%

Google Score: 73%

IMDb: 5.3/10

Description: Two detectives track a serial killer who has been targeting the impure. To catch him, they'll have to solve the case of a girl who went missing 15 years ago.

Cold Sweat (2010)

Rotten Tomatoes: 75%

Audience Score: 

Google Score: 58%

IMDb: 4.8/10

Description: The movie follows Román, who stumbles upon his ex-girlfriend Jackie, who has somehow gotten caught up in a torture cult run by two sadistic, old men. The aging political radicals have managed to put Jackie’s life in incredible danger. But when Román and his friend try to help Jackie out of her confines, the elderly psychos prove to be more than meets the eye.

Penumbra (2011)

Rotten Tomatoes: 50%

Audience Score: 26%

Google Score: 75%

IMDb: 5.5/10

Description: A woman desperate to find a tenant for her decrepit apartment apparently finds the perfect candidate, unaware of a sinister plot involving an imminent eclipse.

Venezuela

The House At The End of Time (2013)

Rotten Tomatoes: None 

Audience Score: 72%

Google Score: 91%

IMDb: 6.8/10

Description: Dulce encounters apparitions in her house and unleashes a terrible prophecy. Thirty years later, Dulce, now an old woman, returns to unravel the mystery that has terrorized her for years.

Trivia: Winner of the Audience Award at Gävle Horror Film Festival 2016 (Sweden). Not only is it Venezuela’s highest-grossing horror film, it’s also the most distributed film from the country. By August 2016 it was announced that the American studio New Line Cinema acquired the rights of the film to make a remake for the American public. Hidalgo is still at the wheel so its chances of success are high.

Ecuador

Cronicas (2004)

Rotten Tomatoes: 71%

Audience Score: 77%

Google Score: 80%

IMDb: 6.9/10

Critics Consensus: An unsettling and absorbing cautionary tale with John Leguizamo playing an unscrupulous TV reporter who uses the medium to further his own goals.

Description: Reporter Manolo Bonilla (John Leguizamo) goes to a jail in Ecuador to interview Vinicio Cepeda (Damián Alcázar, Narcos, Narnia), a hit-and-run driver whose crime incited a riot. After Cepeda tells him he knows where a murderer called the Monster of Babahoyo buried a young female victim, Bonilla posts bail in the hopes that he'll learn more about the crime. Bonilla finds the girl's body, but, as he nears the scoop of his career, it looks as if Cepeda might be withholding some key details.

Trivia: Inspired by a true story? As well as being both a Cannes and TIFF favourite, Cronicas is the official submission of Ecuador for the 'Best Foreign Language Film' category of the 77th Academy Awards in 2005, it was produced by Guillermo del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón (Children of Men, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban) This is John Leguizamo’s first film in Spanish. He said he felt awkward talking in Spanish while acting, like he didn't know the language. 

English Language Horror

The Silent House (2011) This is in English

Rotten Tomatoes: 43%

Audience Score: 

Google Score: 72%

IMDb: 5.3/10

Critics Consensus: Silent House is more technically proficient and ambitious than most fright-fests, but it also suffers from a disappointing payoff.

Description: Sarah is working with her father and uncle to renovate an old family home to prepare it for sale. Long vacant, the house has no utilities, forcing the trio to rely on battery-operated lanterns to light their way. Sarah becomes separated from her relatives and soon finds she is trapped inside the cabin, with no contact with the outside world. Panic turns to real terror as the young woman experiences events that become increasingly ominous.

Trivia: Elizabeth Olsen (Wandavision) The plot is based on a true story that occurred in the 1940s in a small village in Uruguay. Contrary to the marketing's claim that the film was shot in one uninterrupted take, the entire movie was actually shot to mimic one continuous real-time take, with no cuts from start to finish, as a result the time span of the film's plot is exactly 86 minutes. It was shot in roughly 10 minute segments then carefully edited to hide the cuts.

Night of the Living Dead (1968) - This along with the rest of the Dead series are the work of George A. Romero, whose father is from Cuba.

Ash vs. Evil Dead - I love the Evil Dead movies and although this series wasn’t perfect (I’m sure die-hard fans will say it's far from it), I still think it kept to the heart of the main story. Bruce Campbell is obviously perfect and the addition of Lucy Lawless is amazing, it’s really Puerto Rican actor Ray Santiago that steals the show.

The Others (2001) - Directed by globally renowned Spanish director Alejandro Amenábar, The Others starring Nicole Kidman is a Spanish gothic horror movie that combines elements of the supernatural, psychological, and mystical. It focuses on the strange events that occur at the estate of a woman and her young children, plagued by spirits in the aftermath of WWII. It has the distinction of being the only English-language Spanish movie to be given the Best Film Award at Spain's national film awards, the Goyas. In total, the movie has seven Goya Awards, including for Best Director. Although it might not read as particularly “Spanish,” it was produced, written and filmed all in Spain, shooting in Cantabria, Northern Spain and Madrid.