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girlboybug · 7 months

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Haunted

“my wicked tongue, where will it be, i know if i’m onto you, you must be onto me.”

or the one where it’s halloween at saltburn and you and farleigh ditch the party downstairs to celebrate with a little weed in your bedroom.

what’s playing 🎧: haunted by beyoncé

pairing : farleigh start x fem!reader (afab bodied)

*UNEDITED*

word count : 6k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, virgin!reader, bi coded! reader, heavy petting, grinding and dry humping, oral f!receiving, mentions of fingering, mentions of blowjobs, little bit of tip sucking oops, handjobs, light hair pulling, boob worship, sub coded farleigh for two seconds, smidge of overstimulation

TRIGGER WARNINGS : both reader and farleigh are high when they engage in the sexual activity but it’s all consensual they’re both equally high, ummmmmmmm hints of slut shaming in the beginning by farleigh but it’s not fr fr bc his ass is mother slut let’s be honest

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY FROM ME TO YOU :3!

a/n : comments rlly motivate me so if you enjoyed this plz lmk down in the comments <3

venetia and felix are nowhere to be found amidst the neon mess of bodies that inhabit every orifice of what was once an almost eerily quiet and empty corridor just this morning.

leaving you to be doomed to a fate of enduring a poorly put together semblance of…you think frankenstein, having a one sided conversation with you. “can i get you another drink?” he asks over the booming music and for the first time in the entire interaction you smile a genuine smile, nodding with urgency. “god yes—please,” you respond eagerly, handing him back your cup. he takes it with an undeserving great sense of pride, and you exhale with relief once he disappears from your line of vision, hoping he loses you in the crowd.

“interesting costume choice,” a familiar, annoying, voice comments behind you. without even turning around yet, you find yourself rolling your eyes. you give him a once over and scoff. his fangs protrude from his smile, and you wish it looked cartoonish and stupid, but alas, he unfortunately looks good. really good. but over your dead body would you ever admit that.

fake blood is dribbled from the corners of his mouth and two neat dots rest near his pulse on the side of his neck. a brow rises and crinkles your forehead, aiding in the faux judgment you cast upon him.

“rich coming from the guy who’s wearing the most generic costume known to man.” you retort back, subconsciously withholding a level of snideness. you like the build of veiled insults you two toss back and forth, it’s never fun if you start off too strong. you enjoy the way you both ease into it. it’s a flow you’ve both unknowingly created for each other.

his head shifts to the side when he rolls his eyes and exhales under his breath, and your heart falters just a little lower within your ribcage when you see a bright red kiss stain on his jaw.

“it’s in reference to bram stoker’s dracula, a classic piece of literature, but you?” his eyes flicker over you, a little upward curve growing in the corner of his mouth. “i thought you’d be better than defaulting to a sexy version of marie antoinette.” he folds his arms over his chest, peering down at you, unbeknownst to the excitement that bubbles in the depths of his chest as he awaits whatever response you’re brewing in your head to bite back with.

heat plants itself like a seed in the pit of your stomach and extends its branches through your chest and fans over your cheeks at his observation. a hefty cloud of pride quickly replacing it when his words ring through your head again.

he thinks i look sexy?

“i’m not a sexy marie antoinette. i’m just the normal version of her.” you reply with a sense of smugness, seemingly stealing his. a panicked look of ‘oh fuck’ flashes across his face, and he tries to save face, to seem cool and collected. but you didn’t miss it for one second. and you’ll be damned if you let go of the one time farleigh let himself falter in front of you.

“i meant slutty.” he replies cooly, and you nod, a stupid grin on your face that he wishes he could wipe off. “you called me sexy.” your grin only grows and he’s already rolling

his eyes once more. “i know no one compliments you like you wish they would, so anything that remotely sounds like one is enough for you to latch onto, but i promise,” he steps forward and leans his neck downward towards you, not bothering to bend down to meet your height. “i meant slutty.”

a rush of something you don’t want to distinguish floods the shoreline of your lower stomach and trickles heat between your inner thighs at the way he speaks to you, but you hide it, barely allowing yourself to even acknowledge it. “the biggest slut i know calling someone else slutty, that’s rich,” you internally groan, knowing your reply wasn’t as witty as you’d intended.

before farleigh can verbally retaliate, your name is called out and you recognize who it belongs to; your charming frankenstein. you panic for a moment, dreading being back in conversation with him and you glance up at farleigh, hurriedly switching your bodies around, successfully shielding yourself with his stature.

he’s confused for a moment before realizing what you’re using him for. he laughs and you smack his back, hushing him. while you hide behind him you take the fleeting moments you have to outline his broad shoulders with your eyes, and how they trail into a slim little waist. his perfectly tailored suit hugs him just right, and it makes your throat get a little tight. you never took the time to notice farleigh’s physique, rather opting to semi-playfully belittle him. you find hints of regret in that.

he turns back around to face you and you snap back into the present, not the paused moment in which saltburn was empty and all that occupied it was you and farleigh and his broad back and small waist. “coast is clear.” he says, switching his weight onto one foot. “frankenstein? really?” he seems unimpressed, almost… irritated? you’re unsure.

you grumble and smooth down the invisible wrinkles in your corset. “don’t start.” but he does anyway.

“didn’t know that was your type.”

“what?”

“somewhat stupid looking, bumbling.”

“what’s it matter to you?” you ask, wondering how far he’ll go with his dissertation on why the guy he has zero knowledge on is an idiot. “it doesn’t. it’s just getting a bit sad seeing that the only people who are interested in you are so…lacking.”

you suck on your teeth and nod, shrugging before you reply. “least i’m not fucking my teachers.” he heartily laughs, sticking his tongue in the bottom corner of his lip. “and yet, they all still trump your sorry excuses of flings.”

you open your mouth to correct him but you shut yourself up before you embarrass yourself. instead you just shake your head dismissively.

you perk up when you remember a little secret pick me up you’ve been hiding. you reach into your cleavage, unaware of the way the sight stirs something inside of farleigh. you pull out the joint you tucked away for safe keeping, waving it with an offering smile. “wanna share?” you ask and he chuckles in shock at the proposition. “weed? you’re a pothead now?” you sigh annoyedly and glare up at him. “you wanna share or not? quick before i change my mind.” he smirks and nods, eyeing the joint then you. “i’ll oblige.”

he follows you to your room, holding your waist to wade through the pool of people, with you flush against him. you ignore the way his hands mold around your waist, his long fingers curled across your dress, and you especially ignore how you can feel his rings through the thin material of your dress. definitely not wondering how they’d feel on your bare skin.

no, definitely not.

—

you lean against the open window of your bedroom with the joint, not wanting to taint the air with the stench, knowing elspeth’s keen nose would immediately clock it the moment she walks into your room.

farleigh coughs a lot more than you would’ve expected him to and it makes you beam with a feeling of superiority. “you smoke like half a pack of cigarettes every day, how on earth is this making you cough so hard?” you snicker, handing him a water bottle you keep by your bed.

he glares at you, taking a hefty swig from your bottle, setting it down before extending his hand back out for the joint, determined to prove a point. “forgive me for not being used to smoking weed, unlike you, you addict,” he mutters through an exhale of smoke.

you actually guffaw at his snippy little reply, for once in shock of something he has to say. “me? an addict? weed is probably the most harmless drug like—ever, whereas you, keep a keychain of literal cocaine on you almost at all times.”

he hates that he happens to have exactly what you just said on his person in this very moment. he tucks it away into his pocket and huffs. “i just do it socially, you’re probably up here all the time smoking alone like a loser by the window,” he has an infuriating self satisfied smirk when he speaks to you and you laugh sardonically, nodding along.

“well,” you say, taking in a hit, and letting it gently fan over his face when you exhale. “no one’s forcing you to engage in something apparently so below you,” you motion towards the door with a lazy jab of your head. “doors that way if you’re not enjoying yourself.”

he remains unfaltered in your cloud of smoke, letting it envelope him. he breathes it in, leaning against the windowsill. “do you want me to leave?”

“i always do.” you don’t miss a beat, a look that tells him you don’t really mean it is thinly covered with a fake smile, eliciting a chuckle from him through pursed lips.

“i don’t believe you.” he murmurs when he inches back toward you, plucking the joint from your fingers. he takes another hit, it’s smoother, he’s more in control of it, and something flutters inside you seeing the way he closes his eyes as he exhales the smoke out the window.

“you’re insufferable,” you say hushedly, gently. he chuckles quietly, handing you the joint. “and yet you keep me around anyway.”

“not by choice.”

—

as the night rages on, the joint you both share dwindles down into a dull roach. you crush the bud into your porcelain ashtray, tucking it away and beneath your nightstand.

your legs feel a little wobbly, your body has significantly loosened up and your center of gravity feels a bit off, but you feel good, and it seems farleigh feels the same. his eyes are low and hooded, they look a little red — it’s cute, kind of endearing too but you keep that to yourself like a bashful secret. his face and overall demeanor seems to be relaxed as well, a lot more loosened up than he was just an hour prior.

you smile at him, and there’s nothing hidden under the action, there’s no cover up for anything. you’re just happy to be with him in a moment like this. and he returns it to you, full sentiment and all, filling you with a sense of contentment. “feel nice?” you ask breathily, collapsing onto your bed. he joins you, plopping down beside you when he replies. “mmhm. i like it,” he says, his voice sounding a bit rougher from the smoke, like he’s on the edge of a rasp.

you shuffle around to lay on your side, your palm supporting the weight of your head, settling into a comfortable position. he copies your actions, switching around on his side to properly face you.

he looks beautiful with the way the moon creeps in through your parted window, the pale light complements the highlights in his curls and makes them look golden; he looks golden. but when your eyes fall on the taunting red kiss splayed on his jaw, everything turns back to copper.

“who gave you this?” you question him quietly, sadly. like it physically hurts you to ask him. your fingers hover just above the lipstick stain, unable to get yourself to touch it. in your induced state you’ve convinced yourself that if you were to ever touch farleigh’s face, it won’t be in the spot someone else tarnished with their own touch first.

“why?” he answers your question with another question and you huff under your breath, your filter too worn out from the weed to hide your frustration behind a poker face. “why can’t i ask?” you push a little further and he snickers lazily. “why do you wanna know?” he counters and you roll your heavy eyes, letting yourself fall onto your back once more.

he scoots closer to you, angling his neck to look downward at you, and he pouts with faux concern. “you jealous?” he asks, perking up and leaning towards you with a beaming smirk. you scoff, swallowing the lump in your throat as you turn to look away. the proximity of your faces is too much to bear, but not for him, his index and thumb guide you right back by your chin to face him. he keeps your gaze on him in place, his wide palm cupping your cheek. your skin tingles under the coldness from his rings.

now you know what it feels like, you think to yourself.

“tell me which one it is,” he says through a hushed exhale, leaning on his elbow, his eyes still angled down at you challengingly. “are you jealous of me, because — why wouldn’t you be,” he hums, his fingers ghosting over your temple.

and when he speaks again, you find that he’s moved in a lot closer now. “or of whoever left it?” his gaze flickering down to your lips and back up to your eyes, waiting expectantly for you to answer him.

your mouth goes even dryer than you thought it could, and you’re unsure of what to say, what to think, and between the lack of space between both of your lips and the questions he’s asking, you’re left frazzled. scrambling for something, anything to say.

you’re not sure how to reply, you’re shocked he even asked that to begin with, and now it’s your turn to visibly falter in front of him. he looks at you expectantly, and a little part of him feels as though he’s won some mini challenge in your ongoing battle to embarrass the other. but there’s a different type of smugness in his small victory, perhaps a confirmation on something he’d been wondering about for awhile.

“i’m not jealous of either of you,” your voice falls upon a faint breath and his brows push together, nodding patronizingly. “oh i’m sure.” he pushes a little harder on your buttons, waiting for when you finally do something about it.

“why would i be jealous of someone who gets with just anybody?” you add, sitting up on your elbows, unintentionally leaning in closer, engaging him in the push and pull. he follows your flow in motion, inching in closer, just a little, keeping the space between you both minimal. he laughs softly from the center of his belly, flicking a brow up. “versus what? someone who doesn’t get with anyone? sounds boring.” he adds, tilting his head, your noses brushing against each other’s. “boring is better than whatever you bring back home at night.” his chuckle falls across your lips at your response, and you find yourself parting your lips to breathe him in.

“are you admitting to having a non-existent sex life? i’d say i’m shocked but i’m not,” he replies, his voice at the tail-end of a whisper. a hazy, knowing smile begins to rise in the corner of his lips.

you take in a deep breath, smoothing out the duvet beneath your palms as you reply without a second thought to what you’re confessing to. “i’d rather get none than contract every std ever by fucking everyone who roams the halls at oxford,”

farleigh laughs initially, taking your playful jab before he pauses and looks at you a bit more seriously. a little too serious for your liking. it makes you burn up and inwardly panic. did you say something wrong? go too far?

“but you’ve had sex before…right?” he asks to clarify, sitting up a little straighter now. the burning sensation in your cheeks only heightens now. “um,” you’re once again left wondering how to reply but your pause acts as his answer alone. he sits all the way up now and you groan when you begin to hear the gears in his head shifting.

he says your name like he’s awestruck and you grab a pillow, pretending to suffocate yourself with it. he tosses it off of you and pulls you up to look at him. “you’ve really never…done it?” he asks again, unbelieving to this revelation. normally he’d find this to be a jackpot, chock full of new material to use against you. but right now he’s in too much disbelief to act on any of it.

“no,” you huff, avoiding his stare. “why not?” he asks, lowering his voice in a softer tone this time. “dunno,” you shrug. “no one really caught my eye enough to actually want to do it, and then you know college rolled around and i was just too busy for it.”

he half scoffs half laughs but it all stems from shock. “it’s impossible to be too busy for sex,” he opposes seriously, and you laugh dryly.

“yeah for you, but i actually care about my grades,” he shakes his head, shooing any topic of academics away. “yeah yeah whatever,” he waves you off, as if he’s clearing the air for his next round of questions. “you’ve at least kissed someone right—“ you’re shutting him up with a pillow thrown against his chest and he laughs, pushing it out of the way. ”of course i have farleigh, don’t be stupid,” you laugh, embarrassment still blooming in the depths of your chest.

“i had to check!” he says defensively and your embarrassment grows when you realize he really was genuinely asking, meaning it’s plausible that no one’s ever kissed you.

god.

you bury your face in the pillow that acted as your weapon just seconds ago, unable to face him.

his laughter rings pleasantly in your ears, his hands prying you away from the pillow, wanting to see you. “have you done…anything at all?” he asks, like it’s sensitive information he’s pulling from you. he’s gentler when he questions you, easing you into the topic. you nod, biting on your thumbnail as you recollect your sparse experiences.

“tell me about them,” he says, leaning back on both elbows, still turned to face you. you rest on your stomach, your forearms supporting your weight, situating yourself to share your run ins with fleeting intimacy. “well, it was freshman year back at oxford, some guy i think his name was theo—“

“theo wright?”

“uh yeah i think so—“

“well there’s your first mistake.” he says matter of factly, his words dying down towards the end when he sees your irritated expression.

“can i finish please?” you glare and he laughs, nodding. “is what you probably asked him right?” you stifle the laugh that almost slips out, opting to narrow your eyes at him annoyedly instead. “shush.” you huff.

“anyways, i’m not sure, i think it may have been at some dumb welcoming freshman’s party and we went upstairs and we kissed in some guy’s bed and he rubbed my inner thigh for like 5 minutes, completely under the impression he was touching my clit.” you can barely make it through the description of your time with theo without farleigh doubling over and laughing, nudging your arm with his head.

“oh my god that’s good,” he exhales at the end of his laughter, pretending to wipe a tear from the corners of his eyes. “you poor thing,” he sighs, patting your cheek. “and did you say anything? like…guide him to the right direction maybe?” you shake your head dejectedly. “no. i had to pretend to cum so he would stop.” you admit, the regret from that night pinging through you.

farleigh coos at you apologetically, stifling a laugh in the process, “poor baby,” he hums, patting your cheek. his ringed pinky casts away an imaginary strand of hair, finding any excuse there is to be near you, to touch you.

you melt under his touch, fighting the urge to lean into it. “that’s the closest thing you’ve had to a hook up?” he asks, fully focused on you, making you a bit nervous from all his attention being directed at you. there’s no audience to perform your shared act for, it’s just you and him, and you think you like this change of pace.

you shake your head, laying back against the headboard, resting your legs across farleigh’s, to which he welcomes without hesitation, throwing an arm over them casually.

“i had one more. it was with noa…” you trail off, a bit shyer expressing this particular experience. farleigh however is nowhere near shy, the word is nowhere near his vocabulary, instead his interest has been piqued and it’s visible in the way his ears just about perk. “wait, girl noa or boy noah—uh keaton or deacon?”

you’re silent for a moment, letting the muffled thrum of music fill the air before you speak again. “keaton.”

he laughs, shocked but impressed, his tongue poking the hollow curve of his cheek as he nods. “noa keaton, interesting...” he repeats back, mostly to himself, somewhat in awe.

“don’t be weird about it,” you groan and he shakes his head, rubbing your calf comfortingly. “no no i’m not i just wasn’t expecting that. good for you though,” he winks at you and you’re rolling your eyes.

“yeah. anyways she um…she fingered me in the library,” a fluttery feeling lines your stomach at the memory and farleigh catches onto your pauses, noticing a more positive physical reaction when you mention her. “yeah? was it good?” he asks lowly, his voice huskier than it was a moment ago and you nod, leaning your head against the cold wooden headboard. “it was—thankfully; she actually knew what to do, you know?” he nods, chuckling. “makes sense. did you get to finish that time?” he asks as if he’s actually concerned, and the way his hand keeps running up and down your legs makes you feel as if he just might be.

you’re not used to discussing such topics with farleigh, it’s unfamiliar and his bluntness and shamelessness in being open with how curious he is as to whether or not someone has made you cum is catching you off guard, but most concerningly, it’s making you ache. “no,” you finally answer, sighing sadly. “almost did. but we also almost got caught and then you know, she dropped out. haven’t heard from her since.”

you expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. he takes a moment of silence and it acts as yet another surprise tonight; farleigh is capable of being quiet.

“so you haven’t had any experiences worth writing home about then, huh?” he verges on a whisper, his voice cradling the sides of your face, guiding your eyes back to his. you nod and he hums in tune to something similar of patronizing. “let alone any real ones,” he adds, his thumb swirling over your knee. you shrug lightly, anxiously fiddling with the ruffles at the skirt of your dress.

“do you want one?” he asks, his eyes keeping you still in place and you gasp silently, swallowing thickly. “want what?” you manage to reply, your nerves blanketing over you. “a good experience.” he answers lowly.

you stare at him for a second, unsure if he’s really just said what he said, but in the case that he did, you nod like you’ve been entranced by a siren song. but with the way farleigh looks at you when he speaks, with such an intensity and power that never allows you to look away, you feel as though you might as well have been.

he smiles at your agreement, sliding his hand down to your ankle and tugging you towards him. you gasp, yelping with low volume as you slide down your bed. he pulls you in close, climbing further into your bed until he’s on top of you.

his hooded eyes peer down at you, drinking you all in, so beautiful and pliable beneath him. he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, running along it and smearing your lipstick across your chin. he dips between your lips, smirking to himself when you kiss the pad of it.

he pulls away leaning downward until his nose nudges yours. “tell me i can kiss you,” he tells you, his words fanning out against your lips, and you nearly moan from the proximity itself. “i want you to kiss me.” you whisper back and you sweat you see a smile on his lips before they’re on yours.

you moan with relief, embarrassingly desperate to have farleigh on you. you’re chest to chest, lips interlocked with his cock pressed up against your clothed crotch, grinding lightly.

he groans in your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip as if it were secreting nectar. he’s starved from the weed consumption, and all those months of this incessant back and forth you two shared is all coming back full force. you can feel it in how hard he kisses you and the hunger that lies underneath it all.

his hand travels from the back of your knee, gliding over your leg and up your thigh, squeezing your hip when his hand finds purchase there. he ruts into you in waves, breaking apart from your lips, much to your dismay, to kiss and nip at your neck, rinsing you of the disappointment from the momentary lack of closeness.

“farleigh,” you breath out, your knees locking him in on either side of his hips, pushing up to meet his grinding motions. “what baby?” he mumbles, raspy and heavy and it makes your clit throb. “feels s’good,” you sigh lazily, arching your back into his chest. he chuckles, his ego rising with every little moan you give him.

“better than what theo did?” he asks, pushing his bulge right up against your clit, and you whimper, nodding stupidly. his signet ring tickles you through your thin panty hose when he inches closer between your thighs. your breath stops in the middle of your throat as he nears your cunt. “can i touch?” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours. you moan under your breath, nodding. “please?” you beg, heavy eyes of yours gazing at him from beneath your eyelashes, lips pouted desperately.

he doesn’t make you ask again, he’ll save that for another endeavor he hopes you two will indulge in again. for now he’ll give you what you want without making you work for it. at least, too hard.

he rubs you through your panty hose, sucking in a sharp breath. “fuckin’ soaked through baby,” he groans, kissing you hard.

the wind in your lungs has abandoned you, the air in the room playing cat and mouse with you amid your struggle to keep up. farleigh’s touches making the feat all the more increasingly difficult. he sends you one last kiss on your lips, sponging one to your chin, then down your chest, nipping at the swell of your breasts.

“can i take this off?” he murmurs, his chin just beneath your sternum, fingers toying with the laces of your corset. you rest on your elbows, looking down at him, the way he peers up at you alone could convince you to commit the most heinous crimes. you nod, reaching down to untie them, but he’s quick to stop you. “let me do it,” he says, grasping your wrists. you swallow thickly, glancing at how his large hand easily holds both your wrists with ease.

he takes his time unlacing your corset, wanting to savor this juncture in time. he’s slower than you thought he’d be, treating you like a ribbon wrapped present, if he’s too rough it may all fall apart and honestly you fear that you might if he doesn’t move any faster.

“farleigh,” you whine, sitting back up. “hurry up or it stays on,” you nearly growl and he laughs, tugging everything undone with one harsh tug, opening your corset and baring your breasts. you gasp, instinctively covering yourself. he shakes his head, tsking you when he pulls your arms away. “thought you wanted me to hurry up?” he bites back just a little, playfully, pulling a glare from you. he doesn’t care, he’s already lowering himself back between your thighs, holding you by your calves to spread you open.

he grips your calf, the other squeezing your thigh, using them to keep you wide open for him. his hands are warm and firm around your flesh, and his tongue is wet and hot against your clothed cunt.

the small act alone propels you into hedonism, reminding you of how good pleasure can be, how all consuming it is, and in this moment it feels as though farleigh is the only one who can provide any relief for the burning engine grinding in the pit of your stomach, aching to be satiated.

“farleigh,” you whine, throwing your head back when he mouths at your cunt, his tongue burns through your thin layers but it’s not enough, you want his tongue to brand itself right up against your clit.

your desires and needs are caught through your drawn out breaths, tugging at the air in jagged gasps. he reads through all your little sounds, and without any coherent words needed, he digs a nail into your pale pantyhose, ripping them in the crotch and pushing your panties to the side, burying his tongue right where you need it to be, searing your soaked flesh with every broad flick of the wet muscle.

you gasp almost like it hurts, but it’s quite the opposite. he laps you up and devours your cunt like he’s trying to reach your heart, grappling around your legs and gripping your hips to keep you in place, starved for something sweet. his eyes that have held you inside silent conversations amidst a gathering of people are now shut, tucked away behind his eyelids and long lashes, too focused on the way you taste and how he can’t seem to get enough of you.

he’s never been this hungry before, and maybe it’s the weed or maybe it’s the simple fact he’s fantasized about this more often than he’d like to admit. on more than just a singular off handed occasion, his hand has slipped beneath his boxers, jaw clenched, eyebrows drawn together and teeth gritted, almost begrudgingly to the act itself.

but he always gives in.

the fantasy is always the same, it’s prompted by whatever stupid argument you two found yourselves in, and he shuts you up with his mouth latched onto your cunt, erasing any quips or snarkiness left in you and replacing them with the sounds of you struggling to barely even moan his name. and now that it’s real, he can’t just stop now, he wants to prolong this moment for as long as he can.

his nose swipes across your clit, pulling a drawn out moan from the depths of your chest, and you shudder, trying to find something to hold onto for security, but farleigh’s a step ahead of you, eagerly offering his hands for you to take. you do so, desperately, lacing your fingers together and whimpering when he takes in a dull quick breath before pouring himself into your cunt, flicking his tongue right there, and moaning to himself at the way you just melt into him.

you roll your hips into his mouth sporadically, with no real rhythm, your body reacting with violent jerks as if his tongue were electric, and he takes it all in stride, squeezing your hands lovingly.

and when he sucks on your clit, it’s too much, you can’t take it, it pulls you into a state of thick molasses, gleaming and aureate, only to settle into the center of your stomach, pushing inward and arching you forward into pure ember, sizzling through you until it reaches your fingertips.

you can hardly hear or feel yourself breathe, everything’s buzzing and muffled, honey coats your skin and encases you in its sweetness.

you can’t help the twitching in your hips and lower stomach, whimpering in pleasured agony when you come back to earth and feel farleigh’s mouth still on you, moaning to himself and toying with your clit between his lips.

you’re untangling your fingers, and he grunts when you try to squirm away from his mouth, but he’s not having it, gently smacking your hipbone, silently chastising you.

you whine, taking in hefty gasps, it’s starting to hurt but in a way you can’t say is bad. it’s just so overwhelming, it makes you burn from the inside out and you can’t stop the thin stream of tears that escape from your heavy eyes. your bare breasts heave in the thick air, your mouth is parted with a choppy flow of pleadings with farleigh.

he slowly relents, planting one last firm kiss against your clit, peppering smaller ones across your hips and lower tummy, making his way back up to you. “hi,” he smiles as if he wasn’t just tongue deep inside your cunt. he swipes away the streaks of mascara tinted tears from your eyes, laughing breathily at the sight of your lack of coherence. “hi,” you exhale, grabbing his face and kissing him hard. his eyes shut when he leans into you, taking your lips in his. the taste of you is heavy on his tongue, heat fanning across your cheeks when you realize that bittersweet taste in his mouth is you.

your hand rests on his chest, slowly slipping lower and lower until you reach his bulge, palming him with fervor but maintaining some form of sensuality, albeit fueled with a sense of rushed desperation. you break apart from his lips and his head tilts forward, chasing after your kiss. you sponge a kiss against the corner of his lips, angling a downcast tilt towards his cock, mouth agape and eager to take him in. but he’s holding your jaw, stopping you and bringing you back to meet his gaze.

your eyebrows knit together with almost a betrayed curiosity. “why not?” you ask, almost naively, and he shakes his head, his thumb gently swiping across your bottom lip. “you don’t have to do that baby,” he promises, his voice left as a rich rasp from the smoke, and god he sounds so sexy, you want nothing more than to have his cock down your throat.

“i know i don’t have to, i want to,” you just about cross your heart and hope to die, to emphasize the genuine desire you have to suck him off.

“another time, i don’t want you to rush into something you’re not ready for,” he says softly, unintentionally sounding patronizing. it rubs you the wrong way, letting in a flood of embarrassment into your chest.

you scoff, hiding your insecurity with annoyance, folding your arms with a quiet huff. “i can handle it farleigh, if you think i’ll be bad just be honest and don’t hide behind fake reasons.”

he rolls his eyes, a faint smile on his lips betrays his act of annoyance. “you and your pride,” he mutters under his breath, a veil of adoration lacing through it.

“don’t be a brat,” he murmurs with a luster of playfulness, “i just don’t want to overwhelm you with too much too soon,”

you frown, moving away strands of hair from his face, sighing. “is this okay then? too much?” you whisper hotly in his ear, leaning up into him. you reach beneath his dress pants and boxers, wrapping your hand around the thickness of him and hiding your surprise at how big he feels in your palm, and how you can barely wrap around him with your fingers.

he falters above you, groaning in the crook of your neck with whimpers of please’s. you take this opportunity to guide him a little further on his side, lightly pushing him onto his back. you tuck yourself into his side, his arm pulling you in and holding you close.

you shove his pants down just enough to fully free his cock. arousal thrums all along your cunt once he’s freed from his pants. a twinge of gratefulness is in your gaze when you look back at farleigh’s low eyes. taking him down your throat admittedly would’ve been a difficult feat and you’re relieved he stopped you from doing so.

however you won’t admit to that, instead you wrap your hand around him, dragging your thumb around his tip, giggling when he winces with pleasure, curling into you.

you rest your chin on the top of his head, whimpering above him when he takes one of your nipples between his lips, swirling his tongue around them as you jerk him off.

“fuck,” he bucks his hips into the warm curl of your palm, running his fingers across your ribs, tugging you in closer towards him. he moans your name like its a saving grace into the valley of your breasts, inhaling your sweet perfume deeply. “does that feel good?” you ask softly, genuinely, and he groans, nodding.

“j-just, squeeze me right there,” he swallows hard, wrapping his large hand around yours when you travel a little further up his cock. you nod attentively, taking note of everything he likes. “tell me what else makes you feel good,” you murmur through kisses, planting them across his cheekbone. he fucking whimpers into your dampening flesh and your clit throbs at the sound.

“i like when you touch me right here,” he admits breathlessly, guiding your thumb to his tip. you nod, taking longer strokes, tightening your slickened grip and glazing over his sensitive tip.

“just like that, fuck,” he groans, panting heavily at the rhythm you’ve developed together. “you’re so cute like this,” you giggle lightly in his ear, teeth grazing his ear teasingly. you pump your wrist a little faster, feeling cocky at the way he falls apart in your hold, completely and utterly at your mercy.

he can’t help the way he tries to fuck your hand, grinding his hips desperately, neck bared for you when he throws his head back. you slide your arm a little further underneath his neck, cradling him close to your side, using your free hand to scratch at his scalp. his hips jerk and he moans, leaning into your gentle touches.

your eyes fall onto the wretched kiss stain on his skin once again, clenching your jaw. you smear it off of him, the flare up of jealousy sanctioning something in you to start dragging your wrist up and down a little faster, squeezing him a little tighter. pride rises within you when you see how receptive he is to it, trembling in the confines of beneath your wings.

you kiss the top of his head as he defaults right back into the sanctuary of your chest. his stubble tickles your skin, and you grow fond of the sensation. your poor hole clenches around nothing when your eyes peer down to see his cock weep in your hand, precum leaking and dribbling down your knuckles, agonizing over the same desire you possess.

the wet sound eliciting from your hand and his cock makes you ache, and you wonder what the tip of his cock would feel like rubbing against your clit. skin to skin. with each drag of your hand over him, you start to feel the familiar throb of desire settle back inside you, wishing your hand was your cunt taking him in. feeling each vein you feel right now but inside you, feeling his fat tip prod and hit right where your fingers could never reach. your fantasizing shows through the way you continue to jerk him off, growing hungrier and hungrier with each stroke.

“baby,” he groans into the thick air, as he lays helplessly beside you. “i wanna see you cum,” you whisper in his ear, unintentionally cushioning his face with your breasts and the act alone almost has him cumming in your hand.

he grips your lower back, burying his face in your chest, his body going rigid and firm, his cock twitching in your hold. “shit i think i’m— fuck baby tell me i can cum,” he begs, pressing needy kisses across your chest. you nod, pulling at the back of his curls forcing him to look at you. “you can cum for me farleigh,” you coo softly, lips pressed to the shell of his ear, your warm breath tickling his skin, and it’s all he needs to let go.

he can’t stop his eyes from falling shut in a tight pinch. his body locks up, his mouth parts open to pant in the air, his neck still displayed for your teeth to sink into, hips sporadically fucking into your pumping wrist.

you quickly release him, ducking down to wrap your lips around the head of his cock. you fight against the smile that wavers in your lips, feeling cocky over being the reason why he’s gasping loudly, whining your name as his cock twitches in your mouth.

you shut your eyes when he cums on your tongue, pleasantly surprised at the taste. he cums more than you would’ve expected but you take it all, eager to please him.

you gently lap at his tip, pushing your forearm on his stomach when he convulses from the sensitivity. “f-fuck, baby,” he breathes out, pulling you back up to him. he brings you down to his lips, guiding you onto your back when he kisses you.

it’s his turn to taste himself on your tongue and the thought of his cum gracing your mouth has his softening cock giving one last twitch. his hands run up and down your sides, savoring your skin and praying his hands and fingers memorize each curve and indent. “you’re so hot,” he whispers against your lips. you peck him, feeling warm. “i know.” he smiles, pecking you back.

he collapses beside you, straightening out the charm from your necklace back to the center of your collarbones and despite everything that transpired between you two, the small action still makes you feel flushed.

“would it be okay if i slept with you in your bed tonight?” he asks quietly, anxiously. you nod, turning to look at him with a delicate smile that tells him you’re more than happy to have him stay with you. “i’d be upset if you didn’t.”

relief floods him, in return allowing him to abide by his instincts to scoot closer towards you. he curls into your side completely, long limbs overtaking you and intertwining you two until you feel like you’re one.

“night.” he whispers, his lips ghosting over your shoulder, unsure if he’s still allowed to plant a kiss there. you’re too sleepy to notice, content enough with being in his arms. “goodnight,” you repeat back softly, pulling the blankets over your bodies.

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sugar rush

joel miller x f!reader

event masterlist prompt: your desperate neighbor, joel miller, runs out of candy for the trick-or-treaters and comes to you. it turns out you've both been keeping a secret from each other; 4.7k words warnings: mostly cute fluff and pining, makeout sesh, they stay flirting, joel miller is a gentleman *saluting emoji* a/n: loved writing a fluffy little piece for my ppcu darlings for this event, happy halloween and i hope everyone enjoys all the fics we've been writing for you all!

The last thing you’d wanted was to do something extravagant for Halloween this year. You watched friends planning to go out to parties, ones with kids plotting all their family costumes. But what you really want is a peaceful night in, passing out candy and eating popcorn with a scary movie in the background, spending time in your own cozy cocoon. Work has been relentless the last few months, stressful and draining, and you’re happy to just relax with candy stolen from your candy bowl for the trick-or-treaters.

The first hour of little ones comes and goes, all of their costumes more adorable than the last, getting a chance to quickly catch up with some of your neighbors as they pass through. It’s just the evening you wanted, you convince yourself once again as you listen carefully to your popcorn in the microwave to make sure you don’t overcook it.

You feel a twinge deep inside, maybe some kind of loneliness hitting you while you feel the emptiness of your home pressing in on your heart. You’d not been having the best luck with dating recently, you knew that, and refused to believe the real reason was that there was someone you were interested in, but didn’t have the heart to pursue it. So instead, you had spent the better part of this week persuading yourself you were happy to spend the holiday by yourself, to get this much needed alone time.

You silently thank the universe when your doorbell rings again, bringing you out of your thought train that was heading towards a swift derailing into depression. You put on a smile before whipping the door open, expecting another group of kids dressed to the nines. Instead, your eyes flick up from child height to your neighbor, Joel Miller. He’s standing in a faded black band t-shirt that’s hugging his biceps, and when you finally pull your eyes to his face, it’s adorned with a shy little smile on his lips. His hair looks like he’s been running his fingers through it a few too many times today, tousled and sticking up, and his tan skin looks somehow stunning in the shitty light of your porch. How he manages to look this good all the time baffles you.

“Joel? Um, hey,” you stutter out awkwardly, hoping he can’t see that your cheeks now feel like they’re burning as they always do when you meet his intense, chocolatey gaze. “Here to trick or treat? I’m not sure what your costume is, though.”

Joel chuckles, his face lighting up and you feel your insides warm at the fact that you made him laugh. “Wish I was, but no. I actually, er…” He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “I ran out of candy, was hopin’ I could…” he says, the last part more quiet, half hoping you didn’t hear his embarrassing confession.

“Oh, y-you need some?” you reply, fidgeting your fingers in front of you. You glance over at your candy bowl, still over half full - you tend to go overboard on most things, and this was no exception. Anxiety had taken over you in the grocery store aisles and made you a different person, filling your cart with way more candy than accounted for kids in your neighborhood.

“I figured, y’know, think I might know ya best around here, and well, your light was on. The McCarthy’s don’t seem to be participatin’ this year.”

You have a flurry of emotions - amusement at Joel’s predicament, excitement that he’d chosen to come to you, and absolute screaming, jumping up and down joy that he’d thought he knew you the best of all his neighbors. The outside of you nowhere near matches the inside as you just give him a sweet, reserved smile.

“Those cranky bastards,” you say with a chuckle that Joel reciprocates. “Well, come on in, you can have some of mine. It’s kind of slowed down the last little while, though. But feel free to take whatever you need. Lord knows I don’t need this much leftover candy in my house tomorrow.”

“I’d kinda like to see you runnin’ around your lawn with a sugar rush, though,” Joel teases as he steps inside and you close the door behind him. Your brows raise slightly in surprise - Joel seems in an uncommonly great mood tonight. Not that he’s unkind, by any means, he’s just not typically the most chipper person you’ve ever met.

“Not so funny when I crash and pass out and you have to drag me back inside,” you quip back to him, and his smile goes a little crooked, which sets your heart jumping inside your chest. You’d been harboring a bit of a crush - okay, more than a crush, you admit to yourself - on your neighbor for a while now, too afraid to say anything about it, or even flirt too forwardly most of the time for fear of rejection. You figured he was just a nice guy, and you had helped each other out in a pinch a few times, attended a few of the same barbecues, or waved as you passed by. You’d fallen more quickly for his gorgeous little accent and rugged looks than you’d cared to admit to yourself, and these feelings didn’t seem to be going anywhere any time soon. You’d even started to wonder lately if the reason your dating life hadn’t been the most lively and successful was that you were still holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, Joel felt the same way about you.

“Might be kinda a good look for me - neighborhood hero an’ all, savin’ you,” he says, his smile growing a bit.

You roll your eyes playfully, feigning hurt. “And at my expense? That’s cold, Joel Miller.”

Joel laughs and holds up a small bag he’d brought over, hoping to take home his spoils. He’s filling it when the doorbell rings another time, and you start a little, so caught up in watching his broad, muscled form moving. You rush over to open it to a few small kids standing outside, not over the age of eight or so, all screaming TRICK OR TREAT! You laugh heartily and greet them all, gushing about how perfect their costumes are. You hold out your bowl of candy to them, letting them choose what they’d like and they all giggle at your compliments and little jokes.

Joel has stopped to stare, enamored with your sweetness in this moment, how good you are with the kids. Hell, Sarah is much older than these three little ones, but he’d seen how good you are with her, too. She seems to adore you, asking after you any time it’s been a while since she’s seen you. Joel’s lips tug up into a smile, just now noticing how cute your Halloween pajamas are - black bottoms with little jack-o-lantern’s printed all over them and a black tank top. Now that he was noticing, he tries not to bite his lip when he sees just how tight the tank top is, how well it hugs your body as it slides up along your back a little when you bend down towards the kids’ level.

You wave your goodbye and turn back to Joel, face glowing from the big grin you’d put on for the kids.

“So cute, right?” you say, hiking a thumb over your shoulder towards the front door.

“Miss that age,” Joel murmurs before he can stop himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t wallow too much tonight, and here he was telling the first person who had the misfortune of talking to him. Sarah chose to do a sleepover at a friend's house tonight, the first Halloween she was spending that didn’t involve Joel. Sure, they’d done the pumpkin patch and carved them after, apple picking with Sarah fulfilling her promise to bake Joel an apple crisp, and watched some of their favorite scary movies together. It still hurt that his little girl was Trick or Treating in another neighborhood without him tonight, maybe one of her last ones ever as she neared those teenage years.

“S-sorry, didn’t mean -” Joel starts, cutting himself off from the deep thoughts he’d tumbled into.

“No, hey, it’s okay. Sarah’s got plans tonight, I take it?” you ask, sincerity and compassion sparking in your eyes. Joel finds himself dangerously close to falling into those two pools, your sweet soul shining through as you look at him.

“Mhm,” Joel replies, scratching a hand through his beard. “She uh, wanted to do somethin’ at a friends’. Don’t blame her, just… y’know, one of those things.”

You give Joel a sympathetic half-smile, letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry, Joel. That is tough. I’ll bet she’s feeling a bit sad about it too, even if she’s having fun.”

“Better miss her old man at least a little bit,” Joel replies, trying to lighten the mood.

“Old man? I don’t see any old men in here,” you say, gazing around the room with a fake curiosity, your brow furrowed. Joel spits out a laugh and shakes his head.

“Too kind, darlin’. For that, and the candy.” He holds up the bag full of candy and starts towards the door. Your heart lurches every time he throws out one of his Southern little pet names, and you have to forcibly keep your face neutral as you bask in it. “Well, uh, thanks. I owe you,” Joel finally says.

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth and worry with it as Joel’s hand seems to inch towards the door in slow motion.

“W-wait,” you say, before you’ve even realized the word has left your mouth. “I was watching a movie - would you want to, um, stay and watch with me? Pass out candy together?”

Joel blinks a few times, and you feel your stomach sink, until he breaks out in a sheepish smile, his cheeks flushing a bit.

“I’d like that, yeah.”

“Oh,” you nearly start, mostly having expected him to say no for some reason. Maybe you just haven’t accepted the fact that Joel does seem to enjoy your company as much as you do his. “Great,” you flash a smile, gesturing over to the couch. You walk over and sit down, and Joel follows closely behind, peering around at your setup.

“Popcorn ready and everythin’,” Joel comments with an impressed whistle, settling onto the couch next to you, the distance between you enough that you’re hoping you can stay focused on the movie. His warmth radiates though, his broad shoulders looking so damn big, fuck, on your couch and his legs spread open as he relaxes back a bit. You try to make your shaky exhale as discreet as possible before grabbing the popcorn bowl from the table and plopping it between the two of you.

“What are we watchin’, then?”

“Killer Lake 3. oOooh,” you tell him, wiggling your fingers in an attempt to make it sound creepier, but Joel just laughs and shakes his head at you, running his fingers over tired eyelids.

“Ain’t seen that one yet, makes me kinda nervous, that uh, whole series,” he admits, and you kind of like the idea of knowing something small and intimate about him, something vulnerable.

“Me too,” you admit, holding back a chuckle, your hand over your mouth.

Joel sits forward, shooting you an incredulous look. “And yet you were watchin’ this… all alone in your house?”

“It’s called living on the edge, or something,” you reply with a laugh. “Besides, not alone anymore, am I? I’ve got a victim to suffer with me.”

Joel huffs and crosses his arms. “Just play the damn thing before I can chicken out.” He settles back again, but you can feel the tension radiating off of him as he never fully relaxes, his body taut while he keeps his arms tucked into each other. You find yourself hoping that at least part of the reason he seems tense is he’s just as nervous as you are to be sitting so close on the couch together, able to feel the heat of each other’s bodies, the scent of the other person permeating the space. You try not to breathe in too noticeably when you catch the smell of him - musky, a little outdoorsy, and something else a little less like his natural scent, an aftershave or deodorant. It’s all equally intoxicating, you think to yourself, trying not to let your brain become too muddled by it.

The doorbell rings several times while you two are watching, each time you and Joel pause the movie to coo over the little trick or treaters together. You feel your heart flutter at the thought of those who don’t know you two, who would think you’re just any other couple living together. Your insides are nearly bursting at the thought, not realizing just how badly you’d wanted that with Joel, this sweet domesticity. Now that it was within your reach, a little taste of it playing over in your mind, you don’t know how to go back to how things were before this night.

The movie still isn’t finished when 8:30 hits, but you get up to turn the porch light off, signaling the end of the trick or treaters for the night. Joel stands up awkwardly in your living room, hands fiddling in front of his belly. He clears his throat and glances at the carpeting before he looks back up to you.

“Love to stay, and finish the movie off, if that’s alright,” Joel offers before you can even say anything, and you nod eagerly. “Couldn't leave you all alone with this scary shit now.”

“My hero,” you tease, calling back to your earlier conversation. You clasp your hands over your heart with a grin, and Joel chuckles, rubbing his neck.

When you two sit back down, you start to realize that every time you've gotten up from the couch to give out candy and sat back down, you and Joel have gotten a little more comfortable, bodies less rigid and tense, able to sit a little bit closer to each other. You realize you’ve barely been paying attention as the movie plays again when Joel makes a sound at something happening on the screen, so you try to focus so he can’t tell just how affected you are by his presence or how lost in thought you are.

“S-shit,” Joel calls out, jumping a bit in his seat, clutching his chest with one hand. The other one flies over to your thigh, where he holds on for dear life, squeezing you there. He quickly pulls it off, before you can even fully register it, trying at the last second to memorize the feeling but coming up short, too stunned to even believe that it really happened. Joel seems to tear his gaze from the movie, both of his hands clutched in his lap, fiddling nervously.

“I’m - uh, I’m sorry ‘bout that. Just got me jumpin’, didn’t mean to, well…” Joel stutters out, gesturing to your leg. You’re sure if the room was more light, you’d see a flush creeping over his cheeks. He can’t believe he’s embarrassed himself in front of one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever known, one he’s sure is completely out of his league. It hasn’t stopped him from being excited to see you every time he’s had the pleasure of getting to have a conversation with you or simply see you pass by his house on a walk or run. He’s in deep, he knows it, and now he may have just ruined his chance to reveal his feelings to you the right way.

“Oh,” you say plainly. “It’s totally fine, I nearly did the same thing,” you say with a chuckle, trying to laugh it off.

You feel the skin on your thigh buzz beneath your pants where his hand had been for that brief second though, and your heart doesn’t seem to be interested in calming down its incessant thundering. You want more, you want to feel his hand back right where it was, the strength of his arm slung around your shoulder, his touch nearly anywhere on your body. You’ve never been alone with Joel this long and it’s starting to get to you, sending your mind reeling.

That brief touch suddenly has you gathering up your courage, so you turn your body to face Joel a little better and breathe in deeply.

Now or never.

Your heart thuds harder and your stomach tightens into knots, but you strengthen your resolve and square your body a little, trying to give yourself a false confidence.

“Actually…” you say, clearing your throat quietly. Joel’s attention quickly snaps from the television back to your face, and you nearly lose any semblance of bravery at his gaze locked so firmly on yours. “I didn’t mind, at all. If you wanted to do that again, or anything like that, uh, maybe,” you tell him, cursing yourself for stumbling on your words, for making it sound so unsexy to ask him to put his hand on your thigh.

You pull your lips inward and press them together, sure that your widened eyes are giving away the complete terror you feel as you await his reply. It feels like years creep by of his face looking completely taken aback until you see the corner of his mouth twitch up, his eyes starting to go a little softer with a twinkle in them.

“What, like, uh,” Joel clears his own throat now. “Like this?”

His hand slides over from his lap, much slower and intentional this time, landing on your thigh, right above your knee. It feels like heaven - his grip firm and protective but also soft and caring at the same time. His fingers flex a little, giving away his nervousness before he settles on a few errant rubs of his thumb.

“Yeah” You give him a toothy smile. “Like that.”

“Wouldn’t mind one bit if you wanted to hold onto me, an’ all that. Since the movie’s so scary, ‘course,” Joel says, sounding more bashful than you’ve ever heard him with his voice lowered.

You feel yourself smiling wider and wider, your face nearly feeling like it’s going to crack soon with the excitement you feel. Joel’s own heart is fluttering more than it has in ages and he wills it to calm down before he gets too excited about his crush, for Christ’s sake, simply cuddling with him.

“Of course, since the movie’s so scary,” you tease, biting your lip anxiously. You tentatively scoot closer to Joel, pressing your thighs flush with his as you curl up on the couch, tucking your feet up next to you on the opposite side. You bring your hand up to his bicep, wrapping it around the muscle before gingerly laying your head onto his shoulder. Every movement feels a little stiff at first, testing these new and exciting waters with each other.

Joel lets out a quiet hum of satisfaction, one he’s not sure that you heard until you sigh lightly in response and his heart leaps along with yours, the two of you tensely holding one another. Joel feels you start to relax first, your attention half back on the movie, and he takes the initiative to let go of some of his own tension, letting his hand wander a bit more on your thigh.

By the end of the movie, you and Joel are entwined together, his arm slung behind your shoulders, your hands clasped together and palms sweaty from the intensity of the film and being so close to each other. You’ve migrated onto the top of Joel’s chest, resting your head there. Joel thinks he’s died and gone to heaven as he keeps getting delicious whiffs of your shampoo at that angle - a scent he tries to burn into his memory for when this evening inevitably ends.

When the credits start to roll, neither of you move, not wanting to break whatever spell it seems the two of you are under. Joel reaches for the remote, turning the movie off before tossing it aside and resting a finger under your chin. He gently pushes, urging you to tilt your head to look up at him. The little, curious noise you let out at his touch makes Joel’s insides instantly turn to fire, his body tensing up and muscles going taut. Just the touch of his calloused finger under your soft chin has a heat licking up your spine, then settling deep inside your gut.

“This was nice,” you murmur, now looking up at him and blinking slowly. He can hardly believe that the look in your eye - the starry, eager, content look - has anything to do with him. His eyes drift down to where your lips look so pouty and inviting right now, parted slightly as you wait to hear from him.

Joel leans forward a little, sliding his fingers up from your chin to your cheek, cupping it softly. He brushes his lips across yours, so lightly you can barely feel it at first, sensing his hesitancy. You meet him in the middle, and you can feel the smile on his lips as they meet yours in full, pressing into you with a romantically soft kiss. You moan wantonly into it, having wanted and dreamed of this moment countless times. Your hand cups his face in return, gently scratching your fingers through his beard and he lets out his own satisfied groan now before pulling away.

“That okay?” he asks quietly, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“Joel,” you say, your own voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been wanting that to happen for like, almost a year now, so yes.”

Joel blinks hard in surprise. “That long?” he asks, his tone going lower with suggestion as his brows quirk a little. He keeps his hand on your cheek, rubbing along your jawline with his thumb.

“Mhm. That long,” you murmur with a nod, closing the small gap between your faces once more as you press your lips into his. You make a small moaning sound deep in your throat and barely pull your lips off of his to utter feels nice.

Your enthusiasm urges Joel on, a quiet groan making its way out of his throat as he deepens the kiss, sliding his hand from your cheek up to the back of your head and burying it in your hair. His fingers along your scalp feels so heavenly that you can’t help the satisfied mewl that comes out of you.

Joel’s hands start to explore a little more, curving down your back with a firm touch, his fingers tracing along your spine. You nearly shudder and then gasp when his calloused pads find their way underneath the bottom of your tank top, touching bare skin now, the heat of his hands blazing into you. You can feel how heavily you’re breathing already, the tension building and nearly unbearable. It feels like a dream, this moment you’d thought so much about happening, wishing for his touch and his lips and his body just like this. Your hands wrap around his neck to keep him pulled close, desperately trying to keep this moment from slipping away from you.

He surprises you by lifting you onto his lap, hands enveloping your plush hips as he tugs you over to straddle him. You gladly and willingly move your body along to where he guides you, settling on top of his lap with your heart beating out of your chest. It all feels so natural but has you giddy, nearly jumping out of your skin with the quickening pace of your kisses. Your bodies meld to one another effortlessly, your hips sinking down further into his lap as you grind a little into each other.

Every movement, touch, and synced breath is pure bliss as you two continue devouring everything the other is putting out, tongues dancing with one another and now swollen lips pressing into each other. All the pent up longing and burning desire coursing through you now has an outlet, and you try to hold back a moan that pushes up through your throat to not seem too desperate, but Joel beats you to it, a little groan slipping past his lips. He pulls away slowly, peppering the corners of your mouth with a few kisses before slowly opening his eyes, now gazing at you with a heady, half-lidded look. You meet his expression curiously, your heart still thundering as you lazily scratch along the back of his neck.

“W-would it make me look like a complete idiot if I said,” Joel starts, keeping his hands steadily wrapped around your hips, fingers still splayed all the way to your ass. “I wanna take y’on a date before we go any further? Know it’s old fashioned, but…”

You laugh quietly, sincere and sweet, at his honesty and apprehension, watching his cheeks reddening and mouth a little agape as he awaits your reply. You palm his chest with your free hand, spreading your fingers out and brushing them dotingly across the fabric of his tee shirt.

“Not at all,” you tell him, your voice coming out a little cracked, planting a chaste kiss on his lips, savoring the way they mingle so quickly into yours without hesitation. “I think I’d like that, too,” you add on, giving him an encouraging smile.

You see him breathe out, shoulders sagging in relief while his mouth twitches upwards. “Good,” he sighs, “‘Cause I really wanna take you out, darlin’. Been wantin’ to…” he says with a lopsided smile now, leaning back in for another kiss.

“Maybe I’ve been wanting to, too,” you tease, leaning your head down to rest on his shoulder, snuggling into him, letting the moment become comfortable, any expectations on the two of you lifted for now.

“Couldn’t tell or anythin’, by the way you hopped on top of me,” Joel jokes, breaking the tension even more. It feels like any other day, now, like you tease each other while you curl yourself up on his lap all the time. It amazes you how little discomfort or awkwardness you feel right now around Joel despite the major shift in your relationship only moments ago.

“You pulled me up here, you ass,” you quip back, lightly hitting him on his other shoulder.

“That I did, sugar,” he says more sweetly now, kissing your forehead, warm and sticky. “Wanna go out w’me this Friday, then?” he asks, and you pick your head up to smile at him, tenderly curling your fingers around his cheek, still getting used to the feeling of touching him so freely.

“Friday? Not sooner?” you ask, biting the inside of your lip and trying to give him your best version of sweet, pleading eyes.

“Eager, are you?”

You kiss him again in reply, letting your tongue slip into his mouth again and he meets it hungrily with his own, his hands snaking around your back to your ass and squeezing the globes greedily. You can feel his arousal, pressing hard where your warm heat meets his, thighs gripping around his legs tightly. He has to practically tear himself away and you can see the mischief in his dark eyes growing by the second.

“Yeah, me too,” he says, a little breathless now. “Tomorrow, then.”

“Tomorrow is perfect.” You slip off of his lap and plop next to him on the couch again, stifling a yawn now that you’re coming down from the quick boost of adrenaline your make-out session with Joel had given you.

“I should head out, but…” Joel says when he notices your tiredness, putting a warm hand on your thigh. “I’m lookin’ forward to tomorrow.”

“Me too,” you reply with a wide grin. You stand up from the couch with him, walking to the door together with your fingers brushing, not seeming to want to be without the other’s touch.

“Pick you up right here at 6:00 tomorrow, yeah?” Joel stands in your open doorway, lingering on shifting feet as you nod in agreement. He leans in and captures your lips in another kiss, this one feeling just as new as the others and you instantly lose yourself to it, breathing in his scent and memorizing the feel of his plush lips on yours for the final time tonight.

“Goodnight,” you say quietly, planting one more peck on his cheek, wiry stubble around his beard tickling your lips. He ambles down your walkway, and while you’re admiring the view, leaning against your doorframe he turns back, giving you a sheepish, crooked smile.

“Hey,” he says, stopping where he stands. “Happy Halloween, darlin’,”

You can’t help the smile that bursts onto your face, your heart soaring at the adorable pet name, the locks of Joel’s hair sticking out in all directions, and the near puppy dog eyes he’s giving you right now. This right here, this Joel Miller is one you know not everybody is lucky enough to see, and you’re so grateful you’re getting a glimpse of it tonight.

You lift a hand and wave as you step back inside and call out to him.

“Happy Halloween, Joel.”

dividers from saradika !

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stayteezdreams · 10 months

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And His Name Was Death {Part Two}

A Deal With Death

Story Plot: What happens when you accidentally summon death himself, and he decides he doesn't want to leave?

Chapter Plot: After weeks pass, you finally see Seonghwa again. This time, he comes with an offer you aren't sure you can refuse.

Previous // Next

Pairing: Death!Seonghwa x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of being followed (very brief).

A/N: And suddenly there is an end-goal plot in view! But don't worry, I promise there will be more romance coming in the next chapter. I didn't want to rush into anything, so this is just to warm it up a bit.

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To say you were on edge was an understatement. Your eyes followed every black-clothed figure that walked past, you checked every room of your home at the slightest unknown sound, you looked for Seonghwa in every face you passed. But no matter how hard you looked, you never saw him, even though you seemed to always sense him.

It had been a few weeks since you had met Seonghwa, since you had met Death himself. Halloween came and went, and he hadn't shown up again. The words he spoke to you at your last meeting often echoed in your mind.

"I want you."

Though you had not seen him since, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was always nearby.

The constant nagging feeling of being watched, or seeing shadows out of the corner of your eyes. Similar feelings to the first night you met him. But he had yet to show his face again, and you wondered if he ever would.

Would he just linger in the shadows watching you? Or were you right in assuming he was doing a bit more than that.

A few days after he had vanished once again, you had been walking down the street and a biker was heading straight towards you on a narrow path. He was distracted by something across the street and had not noticed you. Before you could dive out of harms way, the bike was thrown unnaturally to the side, and the biker into a large bush, leaving you unscathed.

Then one evening nearly a week later, you had been walking home and spotted someone following you. A hooded man you had seen a few block earlier near the store.

Before you could so much as take out your pepper spray, you had heard an unusual noise causing you to glance back, and the man was gone, nowhere to be seen.

Your only thought was that it was Seonghwa protecting you. But why, you weren't sure. You still didn't understand what he wanted with you, what his words really meant. And you were getting tired of waiting.

And so was Seonghwa.

He had been watching you. He couldn't seem to stay away from you for longer than a day. His mind was constantly nagging at him. Where were you now? What were you doing? Who were you with?

He found that watching you live your life made him yearn to change it. It seemed boring and repetitive and you didn't seem entirely happy.

Seonghwa could note the moment you sensed his presence. The way you would look around, and for a second you would look at him, or at least where he was standing. He was invisible to you, but it still seemed like you could see him.

The first time it happened he felt his whole body still as the hairs on his arms stood straight up. But then your eyes grazed past as if you hadn't actually seen him and he let out the breath that had gotten stuck in his throat.

He felt more and more drawn to you, and he knew what he had said to you was really how he felt. He did want you. He wanted to learn about you, to be around you, to tell you about himself. Honestly, it frightened him. But at the same time, it intrigued and excited him. You made him feel things he wasn't sure he had ever felt before.

It was further proven to him when he had seen you outside your work talking with another man. He assumed he was a coworker with the way you spoke to each other.

When the man began openly flirting with you, Seonghwa felt his chest burn hot as anger coursed through him. Jealousy.

And when you softly, yet clearly rejected his advances Seonghwa could have clapped in happiness. Elation.

Seonghwa couldn't resist the temptation of getting something out of it himself, and after you had left, he made sure that the next car that drove by, not-so-accidentally drove through a puddle, successfully drenching the man in the process.

After a few weeks of shamelessly watching you live your life, he felt the need to see you in person grow stronger. And when another problem cropped up, he decided he might as well give in to the temptation.

So now, he sat with his arms crossed, staring at the grimoire, and impatiently waiting at your kitchen counter for you to get home.

This was the first time he could recall feeling so antsy, and even possibly nervous.

'What's taking them so long?' He thought to himself with a sigh.

He knew you had left work thirty minutes ago, you should have been back by now.

Just when he had began considering looking for you himself, he heard the front door unlock. He smiled to himself as he cleared his throat and waited.

As you entered your house, you couldn't really explain it, but the air felt different. You paused as you stared into your home in silence before you set down your keys and bag and wandered towards the kitchen, as if something was drawing you there.

When you rounded the corner, your eyes immedietely found Seonghwa sitting at the counter, with a soft, almost pleased smile on his face.

You stared at him in silence for a moment, as your heart raced. Heat rose up your neck as you saw his eyes rake agonizingly slow over your figure.

Your eyes flicked to the book in front of him and you furrowed your brow in confusion. Looking back to Seonghwa, you walked slowly closer, remaining on the opposite side of he counter.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of another visit by Death?"

Seonghwa's soft smile became a grin as his eyes followed you closely. How he had resisted not seeing or speaking to you up close for this long surprised him. His heart was racing and his hands clammy, as you looked at him with your soft, yet challenging eyes.

"Must there be a reason I want to see you?" He asked with an almost flirty tone.

You hummed as you looked at the book again, "Well I assumed maybe it had to do with this." You tapped the book. "Why else would you bring it back here?"

Seonghwa looked own at the book and felt a nervous pull in his chest. Swallowing he spun the book around and slid it over to you.

"I'm simply returning what belongs to you."

You quirked your brow as you ran your hands over the book. Flipping through the pages, you stopped when you came across the incantation that summoned him. And on the page beside it, the one to send him away.

You looked up at him and saw a nervousness in his eyes that he quickly covered when he noticed you looking at him.

"I thought you didn't want me to have this?"

Seonghwa let out a breath and you saw annoyance cross his features. "I can't get rid of it."

"What do you mean? Why not?"

"It's been charmed, I cannot destroy the incantation. And believe me when I say I tried."

You looked between him and the book. "Did- did you want me too?" Is that why he was here?

Seonghwa felt his heart skip a beat. Why hadn't he thought of that? Could you destroy it? Would you try if he asked?

He swallowed almost nervously before he stood up. "I don't know if you can. You can try if you wish, the book is yours to do what you want with it."

"Aren't you afraid I might cast it?"

Seonghwa stared at you for a moment, his face showing no emotion. You watched him as he moved, slowly rounding the corner of the counter, before stopping in front of you, his eyes never leaving you.

He stared into your eyes for a long moment, and you felt it becoming harder to breath as your heart raced and butterflies filled your stomach.

Slowly, a smirk spread across his features as his eyes grazed along your face, lingering on your lips before he met your eye again.

"I know you wont."

"How do you know?"

He took a step closer before leaning towards you, stopping when his nose brushed yours. He glanced at your lips for a second and you forgot to breath. Meeting your eyes again his smirk turned into a grin.

"Because you're just as intrigued by me, as I am of you."

Closing the distance, Seonghwa's lips met your cheek and it felt both hot and cold at the same time. As if he burned you, yet provided immediate comfort to the burn.

When he pulled away, he smiled bright "I also came to offer you something."

You swallowed hard. "What?"

Grabbing the grimoire he placed it into your arms. "I will teach you about magic, I will help you unleash the magic waiting beneath the surface of your being."

You would be lying if you said that did not tempt you. Ever since your first meeting with Seonghwa, you wanted to know more, not just about him, or magic in general, but about yourself and the supposed magic in your bloodline.

"And what do you get in return?"

His smile became more devilish as he shrugged his head almost playfully. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

He could see the wheels turning in your mind and he chuckled softly. "I will leave you to think it over. But I will leave you with this as well. Every time you thought you felt my presence these last few weeks, you were right. So when you have your answer, just call out for me." Leaning in, his lips brushed your ear, "I will hear you, I'm never too far away."

Just as he had done before, within the blink of an eye he was gone. Once again leaving you alone, left to think over his final words.

Looking down at the grimoire you let out a long shaky breath. Why did he always have to leave you so confused? And why couldn't he just use the door?

If you weren't so lost in thought, you might be more aware of the hairs standing up on the back of your neck, signalling that he was nearby, watching you.

But your eyes were staring off into space as your mind wandered. Sitting on a lonely bench at the edge of the park, you took no notice of your surroundings, even drowning out all sound.

Thinking back on the last few days, you had skimmed through the grimoire multiple times. You tried to translate various passages, but could find nothing that made sense. You figured the language must be something not spoken by "ordinary" humans.

You were too afraid to read anything out loud, for fear that you may accidentally summon another demon, or accidentally hurt someone.

Then there were the two spells you did know. The one that summoned Seonghwa, and the one that would send him away. It was odd, when you stared at the second incantation. Knowing its purpose, you suddenly got an overwhelming urge to destroy it. You resisted, convincing yourself it was best to keep it on hand, in case. Though you had a feeling Seonghwa would not hurt you. But you knew it was best to keep it as a fail-safe of sorts.

When a sudden cold breeze blew past you, sending a chill through you, you broke from your thoughts. Looking around, you noted very few people around.

'Will he really hear me if I call out to him?'

Clearing your throat, you started to speak, only to stop yourself numerous times. Letting out a sigh, you steadied yourself before you finally spoke out loud, your voice holding little confidence or volume.

"Seonghwa?"

Within a short moment, a stiff breeze blew past you and the sound of fluttering wigs filled you ears, as you blinked in surprise. Noting the dark figure sitting on the bench beside you, you jolted as you barely resisted gasping in shock.

Seonghwa had a satisfied smile on his face as he looked at you, his arm was perched on the back of the bench as he crossed his legs, staring out at the scenery ahead of you.

You stared at him for a moment, noting how comfortable he was.

"Yo- you weren't there the whole time were you?"

He chuckled softly under his breath before he shook his head. "No. But I was nearby."

"Nearby? Why?"

He looked over at you before taking in your appearance. As his usual teasing smile crossed his features, you couldn't help the butterflies that sprouted in your gut.

"I find that I don't know this world well enough anymore to walk around comfortably in it. So I often find myself lingering near you."

"Lingering?"

Your mind suddenly flashed back to the various unusual thing's that had happened to you in the past few weeks.

"The biker?" You asked softly and you saw him repress a grin before he nodded softly. "And the man following me?"

This time you saw something akin to anger flash across his face. "Yes, him too."

You leaned a little closer, as if wanting to hear a secret. "What did you do to him?"

Seonghwa smiled at your curiosity, and you pretended not to notice his gaze lingering on your lips. "I don't think you want to know that, sweetheart."

Your heart jolted at the sudden nickname and you cleared your throat softly as you tried to hide the flustering effect he had on you.

Seonghwa noticed it, but kept it to himself, though he could not repress a smile.

"Why- why have you been helping me like that? I mean, just hiding in the shadows, instead of just... I don't know, actually being around?"

He stared at you for a moment. "Would you have...allowed that?"

"What? Allowed you to actually hang around me rather than lurk around while invisible?"

He nodded and you let out a soft chuckle.

"Well, I mean. I would want some space in general, especially when at work, but I mean... I wouldn't mind it. If you had nowhere else to go where you felt comfortable, I mean."

As Seonghwa's gaze seem to soften as you spoke, you found yourself growing more shy. He smiled brightly at you and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies again.

He looked away from you as he struggled to repress his growing grin. His own neck and ears burning hotter, and he tapped his fingers nervously on the bench.

Wanting to distract himself from his sudden flustered composure, he cleared his throat. "Noted, then."

You looked down at your hands as you fiddled with them, only looking up when Seonghwa spoke again, his tone more serious this time.

"So, did you call me here because you've made a decision?"

Suddenly reminded of your original intention you sat up straight and composed yourself. "Yes. I-" you hesitated for a moment before you nodded, "I want to know more."

He grinned slowly and you quickly added on "But I want to know what you want in return for teaching me."

His grin remained as he let out a chuckle. "Smart."

Looking out ahead of him you saw his smile fade into an almost melancholic gaze. "I want freedom."

You felt your chest clench as your tone softened. "From what?"

"From being Death."

"What does that mean? I mean, really?"

"If I help you discover your magic, I want you to help set me free."

"Is being Death a curse or something?"

He shrugged his head as he let out a soft sigh, "Not originally, but it can become one. I'll explain more later on."

You thought for a moment before a sudden thought came to mind. "Setting you free...doesn't mean, killing you, does it?"

He smiled at the hesitant look on your face before he shook his head with a gentle smile. "No, it does not. I will still be alive, and will still be a demon, I just wont be a Death demon."

"Ohh" you nodded your head in understanding, though you were still thoroughly bewildered.

"I'll be able to live my life as I choose." He added on, wanting you to understand more of his intentions.

You stared softly at him, and he saw the same look of genuine kindness shining through that he saw the first time he met you. He felt his heart pound almost painfully in his chest, and almost wished for you to look away from him.

"Alright. Deal."

He rose his brow, "Deal? Are you sure?"

You let out a bewildered chuckle. "What? You're not going to take my soul in the end are you?"

He let out a breathy laugh. "No, I'm not that kind of demon."

"Good. Then, yes I'll help you, if I can. Just because you are going to help me 'discover my magic', doesn't mean I'll be any good at it."

He smiled wide, "I'm not worried, I have faith."

"Are you allowed to?"

Seonghwa paused for a second before letting out a genuine laugh, your joke catching him off guard. You giggled under your breath at his reaction, your words having come out before you processed them.

Seonghwa shook his head as he repressed his laughter, enjoying the feeling you brought to him. Something he had lacked in recent years.

He stared at you for a moment and you fiddled with your hands again. "So, when do we start?"

Seonghwa leaned closer and you held your breath. His eyes flicked to your lips before he grinned.

Reaching out, he gently cupped your cheek and locked his eyes with yours again.

"We start now."

xx End xx

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thank you for your request again @auryborealis we hope you like your match up :3

If anyone else would like a match up this is our kofi

Your Stardew valley match up is…

SEBASTIAN <3

Sfw

How you met: You were the new farmer in town and you were looking to make friends. Sam had invited you to his, Abigail and Sebastian’s weekly game night, joking that you reminded him too much of Seb. You agreed to come and although initially a bit quiet and reserved, once you all started playing games and cracked open a few cold ones, the inner sailor came out. Eventually, you were cussing out the gaming console with enthusiasm, dissolving the rest of the gang into a fit of giggles with your colourful and inventive curses. Even the usually sour-faced Sebastian was hiding a smile. As the evening went on, you grew more comfortable and when everyone was resting after an intense board game session, you decided to play some of your favourite horror fiction podcasts. You could see Sam was the one who was getting the most scared, jumping at every small sound while Sebastian simply listened intently. You offered to turn the podcast off but Sam refused, and after a while declared that he needed to use the restroom but was too afraid to go alone. After giggling and teasing him for an appropriate amount of time, Abigail agreed to take him. You and Sebastian were left alone, lounging on beanbags, nursing the dregs of your fourth beer that evening. The podcast still played in the background, but Sebastian’s attention was directed towards you. He eyed you carefully, before asking, “Will you play the triangle in our band?” You blurted out a laugh at the abruptness of the question and Sebastian’s cheeks took on the faintest blush. “You don’t have to, of course. It just would be nice to spend more time together,” he explained sheepishly. Your brown eyes crinkled in amusement, and you agreed, clinking together your near-empty beer cans, a toast to your new life in the Valley.

It’s great that you love autumn since that’s the only season where Sebastian actually leaves the vicinity of his house and walks around the town. You both can enjoy each other’s company and watch the orange and yellow-leaved trees dance in the wind together. Seb would be completely chill if you wanted to head back early during your adventures for a nap as well.

Seb is a night owl just like you. Being a programmer he often works odd hours or he’ll just spend the night gaming. So you’ll always have someone to spend time with at midnight. If you’re asleep while he’s awake Seb looks at you completely lovestruck and gives you a kiss on the cheek before going back to whatever he was doing.

Since Pelican Town’s movie theatre has a small selection of movies he is more so accustomed to enjoying thrillers and mystery movies. If you guys manage to order movies from Zuzu City or even go there he’d be willing to give horror movies a shot. Super unlikely that he’ll get scared. As long as it has an interesting plot he’ll enjoy it.

Seb would often find you bundled up in his hoodies. He finds it super endearing and it gives him a deep sense of satisfaction to see you wrapped up in his belongings.

You love Halloween and he loves pumpkin soup. In October, your house would be littered with pumpkins, which you gore and carve with delight and he makes pumpkin soup from the remains. It is a beautiful domestic scene.

Seb would often take you on long motorcycle rides in the night. He likes the warmth of your body on his back as he drives into the chilly night air.

Seb would teasingly open your messy bun and twirl the hairband around his finger nonchalantly. He likes teasing you, watching your hair just fall down and frame your face.

He would give back hugs and neck kisses, and Seb’s embrace would be super warm and cosy, especially in the fall. Cuddling in oversized sweaters on the couch would be the go-to.

Seb would organise surprise dates out of nowhere to show that he appreciates you. Being a homebody, he would order food from outside, and set up fairy lights and a cosy blanket on the couch.

your goths,

admins sar, san & sav

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One of Them

SCREAM VI SPOILERS !

A/n Just a little thing I wrote up that’s set up to have a part 2. This is inspired by the scene where Ethan talks about being excited to kill Chad,, but this is more of a set up and in part 2 we’ll see that lol

Summary: Ethan picks the worst time to develop a crush on one of the core four’s best friends. Especially when said best friend has been spending extra time around Chad.

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You swear you can feel the base of the music vibrating in your chest. Thump. Thump. Maybe it’s shifting the beat of your heart to match. Or maybe you should stop refilling the red solo cup in your hand before you can piece together how you downed it.

Halloween weekend and a fraternity. Dangerous enough combination.

Blinking hard, you force your eyes to focus. You may not be sober, but at least you’re not so drunk you think you’re invincible. A bar some of your friends have surpassed...Tara brushed past you and barely mumbled a ‘sorry, getting more beer, you want anything?’ If you had felt any better, you might have told her to slow down.

When your vision refocuses, your eyes land on a familiar figure. Chad. It only takes you another second to find Ethan right next to him. Chad looks up and waves you over.

Ah. The realization that you’re about to be around Ethan again makes you down the last of what’s in your cup. So much for pacing yourself for the rest of the night.

You walk over casually. Unfortunately for you, the rush of additional alcohol paired with the toxic waste zone that is the ground of the fraternity makes your shoes lose traction just as you lose balance. You slip.

“Woah...” Chad’s hand is warm and steady on your waste as he saves you from a total wipeout. “You might want to mix in some water between the shots those sorority girls keep getting you to do.”

Normally, you’d feel awkward, but Chad’s so inherently nice it doesn’t come. Sure, the alcohol’s helping, but at least half of your sense of ease comes from him. You half grin. “Where’s the fun in that?” Chad doesn’t let go of you until you’re clearly stable. “Kidding. I promise I’m trying to ease up.”

He briefly raises his eyebrows like he doesn’t quite believe you. “Sure.”

“You’re one to talk, Ethan and you have been drinking since before we got here.”

“It’s called pregaming.”

Ethan tilts his head slightly, “For the record, I don’t mind watching you take shots with the sisters of whatever those Greek letters were.”

There’s something almost comical, almost suggestive about his words. You’re too out of it to fully follow. “Yeah? You looking for a member of Kappa Kappa whatever Elle Woods was in?”

Ethan blinks, parts his lips, and then halfheartedly drops his head. Is he...flustered? The display is oddly cute and you nearly laugh.

Chad warmly bumps Ethan’s shoulder with his hand. “Nah, my boy Ethan’s looking for...” A brief trail off that once again, you think you’d be able to get if it wasn’t for all you had to drink. “Something else.”

The spirit of over drinking must possess you, because you grin and ask, “Yeah? You more the settling down type?” It’s not violently bold, but it’s more than you usually give. More than you would have gone for if you had been more sober. You laugh to cover your regret. “That was um...more vodka than me.” You shake your head once as if that will reset the conversation. “Oh. Speaking of settling down, Chad I um...”

You freeze, wondering if you said too much. Chad has taken to having a roommate well. He drags Ethan along and pushes him out of his comfort zone in a way that you think is good for him. You also think Ethan is good for keeping Chad a little stable. You know they’re friendly, friendlier than Ethan is with anyone else, but you don’t know if they’re close enough to talk about crushes. More specifically, the crush Chad has on Tara. The one you’ve been trying to help him think of a good way to confess because he labeled you the ‘Tara expert’ since the two of you became such fast friends.

“The project.” Nice. It was nowhere near subtle and you can’t help shooting a glance in Ethan’s direction to see that if he picked up on it. Ah--too late to keep going. “I have something that--that has to do with it that we--that I need to show you.”

Chad’s eyebrows draw together but eventually realization draws in. “Oh...yeah, I should go see what that project thing’s about.” It’s a faulty exit, but it’s not like you’ve given him much to work with.

The alcohol turns in your stomach at Ethan’s flat expression. That was kind of an asshole move, like you’re trying to purposefully leave him out when you just didn’t want to out your friend. Chad trusted you with a secret that’s a bigger deal than it seems. Liking Tara isn’t as casual as liking anyone else because of how bonded their friend group is. The four of them need each other. It’s a situation much too delicate for an unsober you to insert yourself in.

“Hey, Ethan.” You’re already walking forward, feeling nervous about the Tara situation. You should have gotten to this faster. You didn’t like the frat guy she was with. “We’re still on for tomorrow? Studying?”

His head tilts and you briefly wonder if you’ve somehow more awkward. “Uh--I’m not sure you’re going to be up for econ homework tomorrow.”

“That’s okay,” you hum easily, “I’ll call you and we can figure it out, even if it’s just getting hangover food together.”

Ethan’s confusion slowly morphs into what’s almost a smile. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll call you.”

You don’t have a way to justify how excited that makes you. Maybe it’s the alcohol. You really hope it’s the alcohol that’s making you grin like a little kid. “Cool.”

Someone steps froward, accidentally bumping into you and reminding you of the setting. Right. Party. Tara. Weird frat guy. Chad. You turn your head and grab on to Chad’s arm to stay stable. “C’mon, we need to find Tara. Serious SOS.”

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The world shared in your chaos for a brief second. Some frat guy grabbed Tara too harshly, Chad got him to back off, and Sam burst in and tased the guy. Everyone pulled out their phones and then all it took was one reddit loser to recognize Sam. They’re all trying to leave and you’re half stranded on a couch that’s weirdly damp because you’re not sure you can still move.

“I know you don’t want to be here but we can’t just leave her!” You hear that from somewhere behind you. Tara.

Sam begrudgingly sighs. “I--I didn’t say we should leave her!”

You want to defend her, the words angling themselves on your tongue. They never come out. Your eyelids are too heavy and your bones have sunken too far into the couch. Sam isn’t the kind of person to leave a friend on a sticky couch when they’re too far gone to even fully lift their head, but the reality of it all doesn’t feel relevant.

Maybe she would leave you. Maybe they’d both come around to that. It’s not like you’re their sister or a part of their little...survivor inner circle.

God, that’s a fucked up thing to think, even in the state you’re in, but you can’t help it. The impulse is always there. That doubt. You know why they’re all so close and there’s no way you’re jealous about what they’ve experienced but sometimes being around and knowing that there’s a distinction is hard. Especially because they’re the only people you care about. Maybe that’s why you try so hard with Ethan. You know what it’s like to be a part of it and separate all at once.

“I can take her.” Another voice, a newer, softer voice. Almost hesitant. Ethan. “To the apartment, make sure she gets there okay.”

"I think we should just do it,” Tara mumbles, “We have to go home anyway.”

There’s a beat of silence and then Chad says, “It’ll be easier if we send them ahead...you two seem too tense to be be dealing with her right now.”

Ugh. Dealing with. You turn your head in an attempt to lift it off the couch. It briefly works before you slump down again. “Hey.”

“Said with love, you’re a free spirit.”

You try again, and this time it’s a little more successful. “’Free spirit’ is what you called that girl that offered to blow you in the bathroom.”

He sighs. “Don’t be difficult.”

“Difficult?”

“Okay,” Sam interjects, because she knows how you and Chad get when you start bickering, “Ethan can take her, I think we need to take a second to talk about--”

“Whatever,” Tara sighs, already walking away. She turns her head to look at Ethan, “If she’s not safe in bed by the time I get home I will fuck you up.” Sam and Chad throw her a look. “What? It’s not like we’ve known him forever.”

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You stumble into your room with an overwhelming awareness of how much you love the space. You were the last one to join the apartment, not starting school during the summer session and not finding the online roommate wanted ad before Quinn, but it feels like you could have lived a lifetime here already.

“We made it.”

Ethan’s arm is still around your shoulders. He pulled you close to him after a stranger on the street looked at your Halloween costume a little too long and tried to talk to you. The whole thing had been awkward as the stranger kept calling after you and for a brief second you could have sworn Ethan’s eyes lose all hint of their usual warmth. You didn’t think about it, assuming it was just one of those guy, testosterone things. It should have bothered you more. But it didn’t. You felt safe, secure as you leaned into him and his warmth.

“Barely.” It’s said half teasing as Ethan lets you go to sit on your bed. He leans forward and sets down the cardboard helmet he took off on your walk on your desk.

You pretend to be more offended than you feel, crossing over to your bed and sitting down next to him. “Don’t be rude.” Nudging his arm with your shoulder, you half laugh, “I was awesome with directions.”

He leans his weight back on his forearm. “You were...awesome.” It’s half whispered, almost begrudging and a little shy.

You grin openly, leaning a little closer to him to compensate for his quiet town. “Thanks for...walking me.”

Ethan watches you for a second, following your lead in shifting a little closer. Your foreheads are practically touching and you can feel the barely-there brush of his curls against your skin. “Why are you whispering?”

Like he isn’t whispering back. “I don’t know. You started it.”

He briefly smiles, an expression that he fights against poorly. You’re left with the odd feeling that you’re winning even though you can’t figure out exactly what the game is. “I started it?”

“Don’t try to confuse me just because I had more to drink than you.”

He holds his hands up in defense briefly before setting them down closer than they were before. His palm is flat against the back of yours. It’s so warm and certain, so much more soothing than the state you’re in. You’re still buzzed, because you turn over your hand slowly, half scared that a too sharp move will ruin all of this. Ethan lets you. He also lets you fit your fingers between his.

For a second, you two just sit there in silence, hands loosely held together. The sound of your door being thrown open instantly turns the whole thing into something a lot larger. You don’t know why, but everything about the situation burns beyond a comfortable warmth and into something uncomfortably scorching. You push yourself to the edge of your bed and make a point of squeezing your hands on your lap as you turn to face the door.

Tara’s standing there, leaning against the doorframe. Her expression morphs from nearly blank with shock to a much more straightforward concern. “You...” She drops her gaze to the new space between you and Ethan. “...Guys need to see the news.”

#scream VI #scream 2023 #scream x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader

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Kawjwjdhjdbdj…. Halloween Twst…

Any thoughts on the dorm’s costumes serving as plot inspirations? Like wandering spirit!Heartslabyul taking you as a live sacrifice but instead of killing you like you thought they take you as a breeding toy <3

OHHHH to be a breeding toy for spooky Heartslabyul lads..... orz if I remember correctly, they're something like gravediggers, yes? Can you imagine in a Victorian setting your lover dies young and while attending their burial you catch sight of strangely dressed men out of the corner of your eye!!! You see them each time you go to visit your lover's grave and leave a fresh bouquet because, for some odd reason, the flowers wither much too quickly. By the sixth visit, you're certain you're being stalked because you keep seeing them. First it's a pair with orange and navy hair. Then it's another much taller man with orange hair. Then a man with green hair. By the end of the week, you encounter a short man with red hair and he's the first of the lot to approach you. You're never seen or heard from again after that. :) (but it's okay because you're spending your afterlife getting railed all the time!!! Everyone wins!)

Or being the captive royal the Savanaclaw pirates have kidnapped from the kingdom in hopes of holding you for ransom. >:) but of course Jack gets too attached to you right away; he's just trying to help you and he promises that, as much as he doesn't agree with Leona's method of doing things, he himself won't hurt you. Jack's an honest pirate...who is now too attached to give you up when the kingdom's willing to pay the amount in order to have you back safe and sound. Ruggie's no different either. At first you were annoying and troublesome when you struggled and tried escaping, but he's grown to like you. Much like Jack, he isn't willing to give you up, not even for the ransom. Instead, he can make a pretty Madol selling the extravagant clothes you're wearing. :) Leona won't complain. You'd look much nicer in one of his shirts or in nothing at all. <3

Or Octavinelle being failed experiments of yours who you were trying to turn human after catching them in your fishing nets. Now they're something of an abomination who you've wrapped tight in plenty of bandages and harnesses to keep limbs and skin from rotting off. Though they once hated you for meddling with their natural biology, they've grown terribly affectionate in the time they've spent with you, obsessively so. In return, you have to allow them to try to turn you into a mer. It's only fair they get to mess with your anatomy after you've done the same to them.

Or maybe you're a beast hunter looking to claim the bounty on a certain werewolf's head! >:) Kalim isn't very elusive; it's Jamil who makes sure he keeps out of the eyes of humans and hunters alike. When you step into their territory, it's Jamil who swiftly captures you. For attempting to take Kalim's life, you'll pay for it with your own...or so Jamil tells you before Kalim laughs the threat away and tells him he ought to be kinder to the guest. Kalim grows to adore you even if you were originally here to kill him. And if you're capable of having pups, he might just have to knock you up to keep you here permanently. Jamil finds he quite likes the idea of forcing domesticity on you, and if you're so heavily pregnant with his pups you won't be able to escape. >:)

Or being trapped in a marriage with vampire king Vil!!!! Maybe you're a stubborn human who refuses to be turned into a vampire and so it's Rook who takes care in preparing your meals. You're served lots of meat-based dishes because Rook is a skilled hunter. If he's not hunting with his bare hands, he's raising his bow and piercing creatures with a precise arrow. Epel provides you with companionship when Vil becomes too frustrated to stand you. He tries convincing you to just let Vil turn you; it'll be much easier for everyone if you just submit to your fate. Of course Epel's still nowhere near as ancient as Vil or Rook, and so he can often be swept up in immature whims, especially when the scent of your blood is so very tempting to a hungry vampire like him...

Headless horseman Idia is still so babygirl... he's scary when he's chasing you on horseback, but then you take the pumpkin head off his suit of armor and you meet the babygirl within!!! <3 You're the first human who is daring enough to look him in the eyes (and also not run in fear from him after seeing his face), and he likes how warm and kind you are, even if he tries to insist that humans are so lame and he'd never want the companionship of one. But he's been lonely for too long and you were so willing to befriend him. Maybe he should just keep you for himself forever...

They say a frightening horned creature dwells deep within the mountains. In order to avoid incurring its wrath, the village offers you as the annual sacrifice. You prepare yourself for death, but it turns out that it isn't just one long. It's a group of them, all living together in a very big cave. Almost like a family... Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, and Silver all fall for you in their own ways. You're so precious and sweet, and eventually you realize they aren't the feared monsters the village portrayed them as. They're actually quite nice to you when they're slyly vilifying humans in order to get you to stay and trust them for all of eternity. :)

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #it is a crime that i rarely talk about halloween twst orz #much like the masquerade event there is so much potential!!!#when twst english gets glorious masquerade event i will not be sane #the amount of screenshots i will take of rollo and masquerade azuzu... too many to quantify i fear

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The Abduction

Abigail's night is ruined. She thought tonight might finally be the night. She'd lined up a cute date at a Halloween party only to have her crush ditch her for another woman. Now she's walking home alone.

High above, it watches. The last of it’s kind. Cold. Alone. In her, it sees a kindred spirit, a future for its kind. Once it brings her on board the mothership, neither of them will be truly alone ever again...

The cold night air felt like it was biting into Abigail's exposed arms and legs as she solemnly strode along the dimly lit path. She sniffled, brushing her auburn hair away from her face as tears continued to stream down her face. She supposed this was how god might be punishing her for the indecency she'd been tempted into.

She hadn't expected Luke to take her up on the offer of being her date to the Halloween party, so she'd tried extra hard to look good for him. Too hard it had seemed. Was the sexy catholic school girl costume really such an affront to her beliefs that she'd deserved to be not only ignored, but ultimately ditched in favor of some busty, blonde, little bimbo? Ultimately the date had been a total disaster.

Abigail didn’t care how many people had stared when she cried at the sight of Luke and the other woman drunkenly making out in the booth. She'd high-tailed it straight out of there without even stopping to collect her coat. Admittedly, she did regret leaving that behind.

Grief-stricken, she had no idea where to go or what to do. She'd never felt so alone. She didn't want to go home but the thought of being around people made her uncomfortable and it was too late to seek refuge at her church. Though she'd have been too ashamed to go, were that even an option. Pausing to look up at the night sky, she mumbled a desperate plea;

“oh dear god, take away from here. Just let me start over. Let me be better.”

As if in reply to her prayer, she could smell a faint odour on the air, acrid and burnt like an overheating electronic device. The air around her seemed to shimmer like a heat haze before a flash of blinding white light forced her eyes shut. Abigail felt like in that instant she was on the sharpest drop of a rollercoaster. Weightless, her stomach catching in her mouth. And just like that, Abigail was there one moment, gone the next.

* * *

Abigail came to with a start, sprawled on a plain, gunmetal surface. Everything around her was pitch black. She hadn't partaken alcohol, had someone roofied her punch? Shivering, she picked herself up as a thick rivulet of clear slime dripped on her from overhead.

“ew, ew, ew!” she squeaked, frantically swiping at the trickle of slime as it ran down her neck and under her collar. It was freezing cold, thick and gunky as it slid down her back. A couple more droplets of the same fluid pattered down around her, but she couldn’t see anything but blackness when she looked up.

She thought that was odd, the floor was too smooth, too flawless for this to be a cave of any sort. Which means someone had to have made it…

“hello!? If this is someone's idea of a joke, congratulations, I'm real scared” she shouted to no avail. Nothing, not even an echo

“this isn't funny anymore, just let me out” still nothing. Her legs knocked together as she shivered. Unsurprisingly, her knee high socks and ridiculously short, tartan mini skirt did very little to keep her warm. Serves me right for not dressing up as a sexy cop or lumberjack, literally anything with pants would have been better, she thought. Also nowhere near as blasphemous. Luke was good looking but Abigail was really kicking herself for trying so hard to pander to his silly preferences.

“I just don't wanna be alone…” she murmured to herself. Much to her shock, something seemed to reply, like her own words being played backwards and slowed down.

“…who-who…. Who's there!?” the same sound as before, repeating itself was her only reply. Nervously Abigail began backing up. She shrieked as another strand of slime dripped down on her, soaking into her sleeve and bringing her arm out in goosebumps.

“this isn't funny, seriously just…” her voice trailed off as a low rumble above made her look up. The equivalent of a full drinking glass of slime dropped on her face with a sickening plop. She tried to shriek again but the slime was so thick she had to tear it away from her mouth just to breath.

She gasped for air as she desperately tried to wipe the rest of the strange liquid from her face. Just a little of it had touched her lip, it was surprisingly not unpleasant which was more than she could say for the rest of this experience.

“this is so messed up, please someone? Anyone!” she cried, choking back tears as her fear continued to grow. Abigail could hear something large and wet shifting in the darkness. As it did, a few more droplets of slime dropped on and around her. Abigail whimpered as she clawed at her hair, now wet and matted, desperately trying to clear the gunk from it.

So distracted by the gunk, she didn’t notice a thin, purple tendril snaking it's way towards her from out of the dark until she felt the sticky, soft, warmth of it's flesh on her leg as it coiled around her leg.

“Christ!” She screamed, stumbling backwards, hyperventilating as she shook her leg to try and shake the thing free. Feeling the hard surface of a wall behind her, Abigail panicked as she realized she was now stuck between a hard place and whatever this was.

The tendril was slithering up her thigh, tugging at her as it did so. She shrieked and screamed as she swatted at the appendage, trying to prise it off her or slow it somehow. Everywhere her skin was touched by it's slime now felt cold and tingled with the most peculiar numbing sensation. Only when the tentacle had enough of her leg in it's grip to anchor her in place did it finally stop, the tip hovering ominously an inch away from her miniskirt.

“oh no, oh nononono this can't be happening…” she blurted as she frantically looked around for any way out or a tool she could use to fend off the thing. Instead the wall seemed to just curve away into the darkness on either side. That would make this some sort of circle or chamber… or pit… was this hell? Surely not. Despite her desperation to date Luke, she hadn’t done anything? Thought about it and chastised herself maybe but nothing to warrant being damned to hell surely.

That’s when she noticed a surprising sensation in her trapped leg. The tentacle seemed to be massaging it. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down to see it expertly working her calf muscles.

“that’s… oh that's… good?” she stammered, laughing a little hysterically at how absurd this was. A thin trickle of slime dripped on her shoulder and into her collar but she paid it no heed, as she was so focused on the motion of the tentacle on her leg. It's warmth was somewhat welcome given how painfully cold she'd been.

“You're uh… not so bad… right?” she murmured, slowly moving her hand towards it. Indifferent to the hand hovering over it, the tentacle kept constricting and releasing. Slowly, Abigail rested her hand on it and gently gripped it's tip. It almost tickled as it squirmed in the palm of her hand, smearing sticky strands of slime all over it. But it was so warm and the bones in her fingers had been so cold…

Abigail breathed deeply a few times and began to relax. This was beyond weird but at least she seemed safe or in no immediate danger. Briefly releasing her hold on the tentacle, she held her hand up close to her face to get a look at the white, translucent goop. As she looked closely at it dripping from her hand, she couldn't stop thinking about how it tasted before. How pleasant it was as it tingled on the edge of her lip. Slowly leaning closer, she carefully licked at the tip of her forefinger. How strange, it was salty and sweet at the same time, it's texture thick and rich, yet it dissolved in her mouth like it was nothing.

She stared at her hand for a moment, wrestling with the urge to lick it clean when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Three more tentacles hovering in the dark, like snakes ready to strike.

“um… hi?” she offered weakly, nerves and an escalating sense of dread creeping back into her mind. At no point did the tentacle on her leg stop massaging and that was proving to be quite a distraction. Abigail didn't even notice she'd put her hand back on it.

“well this, sure has been a thing” she stammered, trying not to smile at how good her leg was feeling. The tendrils snaked their way through the air towards her as the wet shifting sound came again, sounding closer this time.

“but y'know I really ought to be on my way now…” her voice trailed off as the tendrils drew close enough to touch her and dozens more seemed to be writhing in the dark. One of the three foremost tentacles began snaking it's way around Abigail's other leg, the sudden rush of cold numbness followed by the sticky warmth made her exhale sharply.

“ok um, please, I really should…” she began to stammer as the other two tendrils moved for her miniskirt

“whoa no that… that is not happening” she stuttered, blushing as she fought to hold her miniskirt down with her hands, unintentionally smearing the slime on her hand across her inner thigh. As a couple more tentacles snaked through the air towards her, Abigail’s lips quivered from both fear and impulsive need to taste the slime again. The tendrils seemed to be aware of this, moving closer and closer towards her face, almost as if to tease her. Abigail turned her head away and closed her eyes, silently praying for the tentacles to leave her be. To cease this... temptation.

She shuddered as she felt a large glob of slime land squarely on her collarbone and dribble down the curvature of her breasts into her cleavage. Her body was numb and tingling all over, save for where the warm tentacles massaged her legs. She could feel her knees beginning to buckle as she replayed the memory of tasting the slime on her finger over and over.

Anxiously, she bit at her lip as she felt a tentacle brushing against her cheek while another lightly stroked at her neck. The sound of something enormous drawing close with a series of wet smacking, plopping sounds forced Abigail to open her eyes. The sound had made her think of an enormous bag of sausages spilling open and much to her horror, it didn't look that far from it.

Dozens, hundreds of bright purple tentacles of varying sizes were unfurling, like a horde of snakes dispersing. Nestled at the heart of the mass was some sort of body or head tentacle that they all seemed to join to. Slowly, the tentacle peeled open like a banana, revealing a bright green interior full of smaller green tentacles that writhed from it's center.

Amongst them was a particularly bulbous purple tentacle that seemed to have eight amber eyes, four in a diamond pattern on either side of it. Abigail screamed as loud as she could, the tentacles filling the air around her. The bulbous purple tentacle lashing across her like a giant tongue licking at her. Thick ropes of slime cascaded over and around her as Abigail’s scream became a silent shriek. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as purple tendrils stroked at her face and chest. More snaked their way around her legs, eagerly hovering below her miniskirt.

Slowly, she began to gasp shallow breaths, her pupils dilating to tiny pinpricks as the slime saturated her clothing and was rapidly absorbed into her skin. The powerful aphrodisiac and stimulants in the slime had been gradually influencing her earlier, but now her nervous system was all but bursting with the sudden sensory overload.

The addictive quality of the slime had an almost immediate effect as the young woman took her hands from her miniskirt and began clawing at her blouse, yearning to feel the creature's slime against as much of her bare skin as possible. The buttons on her blouse either slid free or popped off in her frenzy, Abigail had no concept of patience or care in that moment. She wasn't alone and she craved intimacy.

She giggled playfully as the large purple tentacle slid up her belly, between the exquisite cleavage formed by her black lace bra and against her cheek. As it snaked past her face, she eagerly licked at it's flanks, taking in mouthfuls of the arousing slime. She liked feeling like this, she wanted more.

She felt the giant tentacle pull away while the tendrils at her waist tore her miniskirt from her, plucking off her black g-string with a snap. Abigail ripped at her bra until the straps and fasteners gave way. She flung it aside before pressing herself against the wall, throwing her head back and arching her spine to present her breasts to the creature.

“can't be alone. Don't leave me, don’t stop” she slurred. As if on cue, the bulbous tentacle spewed forth a torrent of slime, splattering across Abigail's chest and oozing over her toned stomach and down her legs. Gasping and gleefully chuckling, she leaned forward to let the slime drench her face and pour into her mouth before leaning back to gulp at the delicious juices.

Drenched head to toe in a thick layer of the white slime, Abigail began running her hands up and down her body, kneading and pulling at her tits, occasionally stopping to caress and squeeze the tentacles that writhed over and around her. Slowly, the tentacle nearest her vagina opened like a flower, allowing a smaller, green, incredibly phallic tentacle to emerge and begin grinding against her slit.

Abigail's legs finally buckled, as she slumped onto the tentacle. She virtually impaled herself on it as it punched deep into her vagina. As she did, tentacles coiled around her arms to hold het up. Another set of tentacles coiled around her tits, massaging them with the same expertise as the earlier motions on her legs.

Abigail groaned unintelligibly as her head lolled from side to side. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when another phallic tentacle slithered through her anus while a trio of tentacles ending in bright green suckers clamped over her nipples and clit. Driven by pure instinct, she rolled her hips back and forth, working the tentacles in her pussy and ass to and fro, creating a wondrous sensation.

This must be heaven, thought her intoxicated brain. Nothing else could be so sublime or euphoric. Hungrily, her jaw hung agape, trying to mouth wordlessly 'please' over and over. As if in response to her plea, the giant purple tentacle split open and engulfed her face.

Abigail moaned with delight as she felt something slither into her mouth and begin to pump more of the delicious slime. She gurgled and slurped as more and more of the liquid flowed into her body, permeating every fibre of her being. She shuddered as her body was wracked by it's first ever orgasm.

But at no point did the tentacles even so much as pause or slow their pace. Utterly relentless in their work, they kept massaging, sucking and fucking every inch of her. Abigail groaned repeatedly as her body relaxed into their grip, the tentacles in her mouth, pussy and ass growing thicker, pushing deeper, endlessly pumping slime into her. She writhed and tried to squeal as another orgasm rocked her body from head to toe.

Yet, the tentacles kept going. Abigail didn’t care how much of her own drool dripped from her mouth or the copious amounts of slime and vaginal discharge that rained down from her pussy as a third orgasm blew her mind and made her toes curl.

Intoxicated and overstimulated beyond being able to think or move, she didn't notice the creature drag her into the centre of the room. Nor did she notice how her body hung limp in it's grasp as it propped her up in it's center, occasionally jerking and twitching as another orgasm rolled through her. All that mattered was the next rush of erotic bliss, all other sensations might as well not exist.

Abigail barely even felt the green tentacles swarming around her, gripping her tightly as the creature's main body seemed to be folding shut around her. Eventually the purple tentacles wrapped around it's body and grew tighter and tighter. Abigail didn't care, encased in slime and silky flesh that clung to her tentacle-wrapped figure, the only thing she felt was the approach and arrival of the next orgasm.

Outside, the slime encasing each tentacle hardened, turning the creature into a giant cocoon for Abigail.

* * *

She dreamed of bright lights and other worlds. She dreamed of others, other tentacle beasts, roaming the cosmos, alone in their vessels. One by one, she felt their light darken and disappear until it was just her. Cold. Alone. Drifting. Except that wasn't her, Abigail knew this wasn’t her but it all felt so real.

Periodically she stirred from her surreal dreams to find herself floating in darkness, the sensation of warm flesh enveloping her completely. An orgasm would begin to build in her loins as the tentacles in her pulsed in time with her own heartbeat. She struggled to no avail as her arousal peaked, the tentacles pumping more slime into her that nudged her back into unconscious bliss.

As she slumbered, she would dream of strange languages, biology beyond human understanding. More and more frequently, she dreamed of herself as the tentacle creature. Sometimes she dreamed she was searching for a body she could adapt to become her vessel on the little blue world below. She was so alone, she needed to not be alone.

As she dreamed, her tentacles tightened around her, hugging her body as firmly as she could. She dreamed she was the human chosen for it's compatibility and then she would dream she was herself again, inspecting the human's form as she prepared to merge with it.

Again she would awake, her body aching as it grew accustomed to having bones. Her muscles ached as they stretched and grew. Her skin felt sore where her old form had fused to it's human body. Again, when it became too much, her consciousness would slip away and allow her to sleep off her growing pains…

* * *

The cocoon began to crack open, thick rivulets of white slime oozing from the breach in it's side. Several tentacle tips pushed at the crack, splitting it open and widening it until the body of a young woman slid free amidst a gush of slime.

Her purple flesh glistened in the low light as the slime slowly slid from her. Her head was crowned with a mass of tentacles in place of her hair, with dozens of larger, thicker tentacles extending from her shoulders. Slowly the tentacles began to twitch then wriggle, slithering back and forth like a nest of snakes. Her slender arms and legs slowly pulled her upright, her eight amber eyes darting around the control room of her spaceship.

Incredible, she thought. It felt so bizarre, yet so familiar to have arms and legs but equally so to have tentacles so suddenly.

She was neither Abigail or the pilot. She was now both. Both minds and bodies, merged flawlessly into a singular entity with the memories and personality of both. It was like everything until now had been a dream and only now was she truly awake for the first time.

She reached out with a tentacle and spoke the operation command. Sensing her DNA and the authority that came with it, the ship beeped in response. Immediately, three dimensional lights appeared in the air before her. Graphs and images showing a microscopic view of her cell structure told her the merging was successful beyond her initial hopes. Her new body was extraordinarily fertile and ready to begin repopulating her species.

Smiling wryly as she reviewed an assessment of viable human contributors. She remembered enough of Abigail's past life to see the irony in this. Chuckling to herself, she primed the teleporter and prepared to reacquaint herself with a very specific male…

* * *

She could hear the male and female grunting and moaning in the bedroom next to the kitchen the moment she appeared in a bright flash of light. Luke and his mate.

How oddly fortunate that his DNA would be an optimal match with her own. Abigail would have been mortified by what she was about to interrupt and what she would do to them. But she wasn't Abigail anymore. Her body was already secreting it's slimy coating as the thrill of seizing Luke and using him stirred her arousal.

Her tentacles twitched with excitement as she flung the bedroom door open. They were both naked, the other woman was riding Luke in a reverse cowgirl position while he gripped her ass and stared at the way his cock plunged in and out of her sopping wet pussy.

Before either of them could react, their intruder's tentacles lashed out, wrapping around both of the hapless humans. Abigail ripped the woman free, wrapping tentacles around her arms and legs to hold her at the edge of the bed.

“wait your turnnn” she hissed at her before stuffing a tentacle into the woman's mouth while smearing a handful of slime across Luke's face. Clambering atop him in a reverse cowgirl position of her own. Luke's eyes rolled as the slime immediately took a hold of him.

Now that she was part human, Abigail's slime was refined, perfectly adapted to work on humans. Her tentacles slithered around Luke's cock and steered it into her eagerly awaiting pussy. Abigail hissed and slithered her tentacles all up and over his body as she gyrated her hips against his, he bucked up to meet her and match her pace. His body was limp save for his waist and cock which possessed an unnatural vigor thanks to Abigail's slime.

“See, bitch. He's mine” groaned Abigail, her eyes boring into the other woman's. She squealed and kicked, making Abigail chuckle. Abigail squeezed her own tits and caressed her stomach and thighs with her hands as if to mock the woman's earlier movements.

“how's that huh? How do you like it now huh?” she hissed, relishing the woman's outrage as she struggled against her tentacle bindings.

“oh no, that's rhetorical, dear. You'll enjoy this, just like him” teased Abigail as the tentacle she'd stuffed in the woman's mouth began dribbling slime into her mouth. Abigail chuckled as her competitor slackened before eventually to sucking at the tentacle.

Beneath her, Luke's cock and balls had started to swell and take on a purplish tinge as the slime altered his reproductive organs to suit Abigail's needs. Abigail gasped as she felt the warm splash of Luke's cum surging into her womb.

For a solid minute, Luke kept cumming, pumping copious amounts of seed into her. Abigail pulled the woman close, panting as she felt her body taking Luke's seed and processing it. Instinct was guiding her as she felt a tentacle extend from between her shoulders and wriggle into the woman's pussy.

The blonde gagged on the tentacle in her mouth as she tried to cry out. Abigail slid her tentacles free and embraced the woman. Her tentacle sliding back and forth in the woman's throbbing pussy. The woman hugged her tightly, stroking Abigail's tits and ass as she continued to milk Luke's cock.

“now it's your turn” chuckled Abigail as her tentacle began pumping slime into the woman's womb. She cried out, hugging Abigail tightly as thick bulges worked through the tentacle and into her. Each bulge was a rapidly gestating egg, created by Luke's altered seed, fertilizing the hundreds of mutated ovum produced in Abigail's womb.

The blonde looked at Abigail with a vacant, giddy expression, her mind utterly crushed by Abigail's secretions and actions.

“that's what you get for not having any protection” giggled Abigail as she withdrew her ovipositor tentacle from the woman and stood up. Luke's cock slid free of her with a wet flop.

Standing on the bed over him, Abigail pulled him up with her tentacles and held him close to her while she watched the woman's body rapidly swelling with the dozens of hybrid offspring gestating within. Satisfied with her work, Abigail signaled the mothership to teleport the three of them back aboard.

Now, that she knew the breeding process worked, she intended to make plenty of use of Luke's manhood. Given the how unlikely it was that she could re-use the woman as a surrogate for her young, Abigail was already shortlisting candidates for her next batches.

Yes, there were no shortage of women she'd relish inflicting that upon. She would teach them all a lesson. The bright light flashed and Luke, his fling and Abigail vanished into the night...

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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In my room

tw: mentions of blood, bruising, and k*lling, unprotected sex, (don't be silly, cover your willy) and eddie being so in love with you that he goes a lil crazy. this is a poorly written smut so minors DNI!

a/n: i've been WAITING for october to come so that i can post this😭 i don't stan insane clown posse i just heard this song on tiktok and ran with it! i hope you guys enjoy and happy early halloween! credit to the gif owner <3

The party cheered as Lucas rolled the dice, the number they were wishing for appearing before their very eyes. They watched with eager eyes as Eddie acted out what was happening. Shouts came from every direction telling Lucas what he should do. Eddie let out a laugh and took a glance at his watch. He feels his heart drop to his stomach when he sees the time, he's late. Eddie is never late. He stands up from his chair legs slightly shaking at the thought of not seeing you tonight.

“Woah, Eddie are you alright?” Dustin asked with concern. Eddie ignored him, he was grabbing his things and stuffing it in his backpack.

“Eddie, chill out, what's going on?”

“I’m late, I'm so fucking late she's going to kill me.”

Mike looked at the party and they were just as confused.

“Who?”

“Y/n!”

Mike, Lucas, and Dustin tensed at the mention of your name. They locked eyes trying to figure out what to tell him, but they all stayed silent not knowing how to tell him.

“We'll finish the campaign next week, sorry guys.” Eddie mumbled out while he ran out of the theatre room. Silence fell over the party before grumbling started making their ways out.

“I don't get it? I thought she-”

“Shut up Gareth.” Dustin said.

Eddie must've broken every traffic law to get back to the new trailer that his new government official friends got him and his uncle. He roughly puts the van into park, not even grabbing his things, and rushes into the trailer. He throws a short hey to his uncle before he goes into his room and slams the door shouting out a sorry from the force of it. His uncle let out a sigh and turned his attention back to the phone.

“Yeah, yeah he's doing it again. I'm just so worried about him, he hasn't been the same since we got hit with that massive earthquake.”

Eddie let out a sigh as he tried to ignore the words he was hearing through the thin walls. He knows his uncle isn't wrong, he hasn't been the same since the so-called earthquakes but it's not his fault. How is he supposed to go back to normal when your body was still trapped in the upside-down cold and not moving? He checked the time again, mumbling out a curse when he saw 9:30 flashing across the small digital screen, you were still nowhere in sight.

He starts to nervously pace the room, the words from his uncle seem louder now as he gets lost in his own thoughts. He remembers how some bullies laid off him once the “earthquakes” hit, your disappearance shaking the town to their core. It seemed like they couldn't rest, there was either a great number of deaths, or a great number of disappearances.

“Sorry for your loss, Eddie.” A cheerleader said to him.

“Yeah! She was like, really pretty. It's like so sad.”

Eddie watched with empty eyes and her friend dragged her away saying you can't say shit like that Becky. The image of you pushing him out of the way and distracting the bats so that he can live still plague his mind. He remembers the group prying him off of your cold body, tears streaming down his face as he begs for them to take you. He can't leave you here all alone, he won't do that to you. The group promised that they'd come back for you, but he knew it was an empty promise because months have passed and they haven't set foot near the gate.

He starts to nervously chew at his nails at the thought of not seeing you tonight. He goes to lay on his bed, bringing his knees to his chest trying not to cry. Were you really that upset with him that you weren't going to visit him tonight? You always came to visit, he knew he should've cancelled his plans tonight. Maybe if he just stayed in his room you'd get to be with him forever like you both originally planned. He feels a chill run down his spine and he quickly turns around to face the window. You're close, you have to be. Eddie always gets cold when you're around. His eyes stayed glued to the window but could only stay open for so long before he found himself drifting off to sleep.

Eddie hears soft tapping at his window, he lets out a groan and turns away from the noise.

“Are you gonna let me in?”

His eyes shoot open and he turns toward the window, his heart leaps out of his chest when he sees your silhouette waiting for him to open the window. He stumbles out of his bed, his blanket still wrapped around his leg and fumbles to open the window. You let out a giggle at how frantically he's moving but you know how much he needs you.

“You came!” He said breathlessly once the window was opened. You smiled at him.

“That I did, I stopped by earlier but you weren't here.” You said with a pout.

“I know, I’m so sorry. The campaign ran a little later than I thought and I didn't even realize the time. I’m so sorry-”

“Eddie, relax. it's okay I’m here now.”

Eddie lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. A smile appears on his face as his eyes open back up and he stares at you.

“I’m so glad you're here.”

“I am too. Now, back to my original question, are you gonna let me in?”

Eddie steps to the side. “Of course, come in sweetheart.”

You smile at him and make your way through the window, landing softly on your feet. Eddie lets out a gasp when you step into the light and he sees you clearly. He doesn't know why it always catches him off guard, you look the same from the last time he's seen you. Clothes torn, bruising around your neck from where one of the bats wrapped its tail around you, choking you out, blood drenched the sides of your clothes from where you were bitten. The only thing that was different about you was the fact that your eyes had a slight reddish color to them and your fangs seemed a bit sharper.

“I'm okay rockstar , I’ll heal up soon.” You reassured him. He smiled at the nickname you gave him since you found out he was in a band, it's almost as if everything was normal. Almost. Eddie pulls you into a hug, shivering a bit at how cold you felt.

“You’re freezing baby.” He mumbled out while rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“I’m fine Eddie, I promise.”

Eddie steps back and looks at you. Every time you visit him he soaks in all your features, almost as if he's trying to erase the horrible memories that are on loop in his mind.

“I missed you.”

“Yeah? How much?” You tease.

“So much.”

“Show me how much.” You whisper.

Eddie nods his head and brings his lips to yours. Your lips are cold now, they never used to be cold but he pushes that thought to the back of his mind. You're here. You're alive and here. You pull away from his lips and pressed kisses against his neck.

“God Eddie,” you moan out. “You smell so good.”

A blush rises to his cheeks as he clears his throat. “Have you eaten?”

Your kisses are getting sloppy and you're starting to bite him a little here and there. You shake your head and start kissing along his jaw.

“Not since last time.”

Eddie feels a swarm of butterflies in his stomach at the mention of your last visit. “We can do it again…if you want.”

You pull away from him and smile softly at him.

“You'd do that for me?”

“I'd do anything for you.”

You place a kiss on his lips already knowing he would. Eddie has said time and time again how he's willing to do anything for you, that's the one thing that hasn't changed about him. His undying loyalty toward you. The kiss becomes passionate fast and Eddie’s knees hit the edge of his bed causing him to sit down. He pulls you into his lap and your lips start attacking his neck. Eddie takes a sharp breath when you lick right where his pulse is, you can hear his heart beating out of his chest and the thought of his blood filling your mouth is enough to make you whimper.

You move your hips back and forth trying to get even the smallest amount of friction, hoping it'll be enough to satisfy your other hunger.

“Y-you need to feed.” Eddie stutters out. You shift your hips a little differently, smiling against his neck when you get a small groan out of him.

“Not hungry for that anymore,” you lied to him. Eddie always tasted better just when he was about to finish. Eddie's eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels your hand sneak into his pants and wrap around him. His grip around your hips tightens and you could practically drool when you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

“You're so good to me Eddie,” you whisper to him. “Always so good, letting me feed from you, keeping our visits a secret.”

His hips buck up at the mention of the secret. He only mentions you, but he has yet to tell the group that you're still alive, just a little different.

“You like that don't you?” you tease. “like keeping me as your dirty little secret? Keeping me all to yourself.”

Eddie's close. He's so close, but he doesn't want this to end like the last visit. He needs you to be closer to him, he needs to feel you in a way he hasn't for a long time.

“S-stop, ah I-I want to fuck you.”

Your movements come to a halt and you pull back from his neck and look at him with an unreadable expression.

“Even if I look like this?” You ask in a quiet voice.

Eddie looks at your body and feels sick when he sees the blood on your shirt, he lifts it noticing the bites and bruises that once littered your body are now healed.

“I mean, I can do without the blood,” he said in a teasing tone. “but you're still beautiful to me.”

For the first time in months, you feel like your heart is beating and you swear you're even blushing.

“We don't have to.” Eddie rushed out. “I just, I really need you.”

You place both hands on his cheeks and take a good look at him. Tiny scars are dancing around his face from the battle that you and your friends lost. He's so warm and so fucking pretty, how the fuck am I supposed to do this? You think to yourself.

“Are you sure Eddie?”

Eddie nodded his head. “Just, don't kill me.” He nervously chuckles out.”

You giggle and shake your head. “I’d never kill you.”

Eddie Munson was most definitely the love of your life, that was something you could easily say.

You bring his lips to yours for another kiss that he finds himself lost in the minute your lips touch his. You were intoxicating, you're better than any alcohol he's ever drunk, better than any joint he's ever rolled. You were his little slice of paradise and he'll make sure nothing ever hurts you again, he’d kill someone with his bare hands if it meant you'd return to his arms every night.

Your lips find their way to his neck again, your nose buried deep into his pulse.

Eddie’s hands hover over the button of your pants, you can practically hear him begging you through his thoughts and it makes you giggle. You nod your head and let out a gasp when his fingers quickly unbutton your pants and slip into your underwear.

“H-holy shit,” he mutters against your lips. “You're fucking soaked. Was it like this last time?”

You nod your head and move your hips against his hand trying to get some friction.

“ ‘M always like this for you.”

Eddie swears that God could send the flood and he’d die a very happy man. Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts.

“Eddie, please do something.”

Eddie nods his head and starts moving his fingers at a steady pace but it's not enough. You need more. All of your senses were heightened and it was almost too much for you. Almost. You shake your head and push Eddie so that he's laying down on the bed, your lips are attached to his neck as you place kisses all over him.

“More, I need more Eddie.” you cry out. Eddie is at a loss for words, he's seen you like this before but never this hungry. He lets out a choked groan when he feels you pull down his pants and underwear in the blink of an eye. You pull down your pants and underwear and give him a few pumps before locking your eyes on him.

Eddie felt like a prey who had been seen by their number one predator, his heart was beating out of his chest and he was trying to catch his breath. Your red eyes were full of hunger. You were hungry for him, not just his blood but all of him. You smile at him, your pointy fangs on display and he swears he's never been so in love before.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Y/n for the love of God, please just get on top.”

You giggle and nod your head. Who were you to deny such a sweet guy like Eddie? Gasps left your mouths at the same time as you slowly started sinking down on him, you're so full but not in the way you want to be. Your mouth finds the familiar pulse on his neck and you whimper from how good he smells. You clench around him unknowingly and it makes him buck his hips up into you. You both start moving at a similar pace but it's not good enough for Eddie. His hands grip your hips and he's thrusting up into you at a fast pace. You're practically drooling at how good he smells and you gently scrape your fangs along his pulse, silently asking him if you can have just the tiniest bite of him.

Eddie grunts out that he's close and he gives you the green light for you to use him. You bite down on him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the second his sweet blood greets your tastebuds, and Eddie groans at the feeling. You both finish together, minds foggy and bodies buzzing from the aftershocks. You pull away from Eddie with a small smile and lick the stray blood that escaped from the wound you gave him. Your eyes find him and you feel your heart swell at the sight before you.

Eddie’s eyes are fighting to stay open and he has a smile on his face as his hands find yours. He feels dizzy, and he's not sure if it's because of how much he loves you, or maybe it's because you drank from him more than you usually would.

“You still with me, rockstar?”

Eddie hums at the sound of your voice and nods his head. The moonlight is shining through the window and it makes you look ethereal. He swears you're an angel who's been sent down just for him.

“Am I in heaven?” he asks in a weak voice. You giggle and run a hand through his hair before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Not exactly rockstar.” You grab his limp hand and check the small digital watch that rests on his wrist, pouting when you see the time.

“It seems like our time is up, Munson,” you say with a sad voice. You get off of Eddie's lap already feeling so empty without him. You put on your bottoms and sit at the edge of Eddie's bed.

“Can you lay with me a little longer?”

“Of course, I can.”

You find your place beside him, snuggling into him. You breathe in his scent and smile at the familiar smell, it almost feels like you didn't die a horrible death months ago. You're just in bed with Eddie soaking in the little time you have with him.

“Why can't you stay with me?”

“You know I can't Eddie. I have to leave when the morning comes.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and brings you closer to him. He doesn't want you to leave. He needs you to stay with him, he'll do anything if it means you'll stay with him.

“Yeah well, if I had it my way the fucking sun would be gone.”

You look up at him and smile.

“You’d do that for me?”

“I told you, I’d do anything for you.”

You sit up and rest a hand on his chest, tilting your head to the side a little.

“Would you kill for me?“

You knew it was a long shot, but you had to ask. You're being forced to ask.

“If I needed to.”

“Even if it was your friends?”

Silence is shared between you two, you're waiting for his answer and Eddie is actually thinking about it.

“If it means you'll stay.”

You smile and kiss him, everything is going to plan. Maybe now you can stay, maybe he'll be so happy with the work you've been doing that you can stop going back. You can stay. Stay with Eddie. You know it won't happen, you can still hear his voice in your head.

I can hurt them, but you can tear them apart from the inside.

“I'm just kidding Eds, I know you'd never do that.”

Eddie’s hand grabs yours tightly, he knows you're about to leave and he doesn't want you to.

“I'm serious, if it means you'll stay with I’ll kill them.”

You stand up from his bed and kiss his forehead. “I know you will.”

You walk toward the window ready to leave but before you do you turn to him.

“Your time is almost up Eddie.”

Eddie wakes up in a cold sweat and looks around his bedroom frantically. His eyes are searching for you but there isn't a single trace, he looks down and sees he's still wearing his clothes. Confused, he stands up but is quick to fall back onto his bed. He takes a minute to collect himself before he makes his way to the restroom on wobbly legs. Maybe his friends were right, maybe he needs to let you go. The dreams are getting too real, he swears you were actually in his room tonight.

He passes by the mirror but stops when he sees a flash of dark red on his hellfire shirt. He gets closer to the mirror and feels tears prick his eyes when he sees the bite mark on his neck. You were here, he wasn't dreaming. You actually showed up last night. Eddie feels like he could dance in the restroom from how happy he is, he knew you were real. He knew you came to visit him and it wasn't his imagination.

Eddie leaves the trailer with a smile on his face and the bite mark on his neck is on full display. Nothing can ruin the good mood he's in, not even Dustin being concerned over the injury on his neck. Things are finally going back to normal, and Eddie hasn't felt this happy in a long time.

It's too bad a killer headache came along and ruined it all.

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neondiamond · 11 months

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🎃 Recently Read Fics - October 2023 🎃

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 🧡

🎃 Pumpkin Baby by @louisgayvodka (1k, G)

Louis paints Harry’s baby bump for their Halloween themed photoshoot

🎃 let the feeling last by @wecantalktomorrow (1k, G)

Louis had been waiting a long time for the euphoria of moments like these. To feel such pride radiating through the room for him. He spent far too long in the spotlight for an image that had been forced upon him, built to show him in a particular way. A way that was nowhere near an actual representation of himself. He worked as hard as possible to create a safe space for himself and his fans at his shows, one that represented his authentic self.

He knew that his fans heard him. They could hear him screaming at the top of his lungs in the only way he knew how while still tangled in the false sense of leniency that came with his current contracts. It still did not match the feelings that came with moments like tonight, the overwhelming sense of love and belonging.

🎃 us means more than me and you by @starryhaze28 (1k, NR)

the one where Harry is sick and Louis takes care of him.

🎃 Touch the Sky and Kiss the Sun by @londonfoginacup (2k, T)

Louis Tomlinson knows without a shadow of a doubt that Harry Styles is his soulmate.

Harry Styles, Louis is virtually certain, is completely unawares of this fact.

🎃 Lights Are So Bright by @becomeawendybird (2k, G)

Newly first-string quarterback Louis Tomlinson mentions enough times in interviews that he's a fan of mega-famous popstar Harry Styles that people start to notice. At least one person does...

🎃 There and Back Again by @dedtobeginwith (2k, T)

A Keep Driving timestamp, one year later.

🎃 for you, darlin’, for you by @wecantalktomorrow (2k, G)

“Got another tomorrow before I leave,” Harry said quietly, nuzzling Louis’s blanket once more as he got comfortable in their nest. His body was still trembling with the aftermath of his sobs, but the tears had stopped for the moment. “Thank you, you know,” he rubbed his face once more, sinking farther into the comforting scent of his alpha, “you always seem to know what I need before I do.”

That made Louis smile, eyes crinkling in the corners which, in turn, made Harry’s heart race with a fondness for the man before him. “Of course I do, you’re my baby, my mate, my omega. ‘S my job to take care of you. Kept seeing the pictures coming out, and you looked more and more worn out, my love. Could feel it,” Louis breathed out, his hand coming up to prod at his own bondmark absently. The touch to his bondmark makes Harry shiver, bringing his fingers up to rest them against his own mark.

🎃 the blue never-ending sky by @justanothershadeofblue (3k, T)

“What do you suppose it’s like?”

Harry’s voice was dreamy, barely audible from where Louis lay on his back on the off-white carpet of Harry’s bedroom.

“Arizona?” Louis asked, and Harry made an affirmative noise from his position on top of his twin bed. “Wouldn’t know, would I?” Louis jerked his head at the window, dripping with mid-February rain. It was a useless gesture - Harry was busy staring at the ceiling. “On account of being British and all.”

“I bet it’s beautiful,” Harry said, and his voice sounded like he was already gone.

🎃 Got Time (But We’re Only Human) by @galacticlarry (6k, T)

Louis and Harry have been dating for years, but have been keeping it a secret from the public, which is why when they decide to go on a trip with Liam, Niall, and Zayn to celebrate One Direction’s anniversary, they end up at a farm in the middle of nowhere.

What happens when a picture that shouldn’t have been taken starts circulating on the internet, threatening to mess everything up?

🎃 always had that heart of mine by @voulezloux (7k, M)

louis is nesting, though he won’t admit to it. between being ill, the stress of uni, and near drops, the only thing keeping him afloat is harry’s scent. the fact they don’t get along is neither here nor there

🎃 If We Have Each Other by @pocketsunshineharry (23k, M)

AU where Harry is a single father and a one-night stand is going to change his life forever.

🎃 2 a.m. texts by @sun-lt (30k, T)

Harry has just come out and, with his best friend Louis’ support, he might finally be brave enough to go on a date with the guy he’s been chatting with on a dating app. Meanwhile, there’s a cat that wants to murder Louis, a fast-approaching deadline for Harry to find a new place to live, and this minor situation wherein he and Louis can’t seem to stop making out. It’s not a big deal. Louis is just being supportive.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #tracksintheam #monthly recs

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dyns33 · 2 years

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Flufftober 28 - The Batman

Bruce Wayne x Reader

"Nice costume."

Bruce tried not to jump. Batman didn't jump, never, he wasn't afraid of anything, he embodied fear.

But he hadn't heard the young woman approaching him. He reassured himself, by telling himself that it was because he had known instinctively that she was not a danger.

In reality, he hadn't slept for three days, the fatigue becoming more and more difficult to manage, with the pain, and if he was still standing, it was only because he was thinking about his mission.

Because he was stubborn, Alfred would have said.

Turning slowly, Bruce faced the woman. She smiled at him, as if everything was perfectly normal.

And maybe tonight, Halloween night, it was normal to come across a man dressed as a giant bat, wandering through the dark alleys of the city. It seemed less normal to find an innocent citizen in such a place.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Oh, you're using a big voice too, you're really in character !"

"I am not a character."

"Of course. You are The Batman. Excuse me, but I think the real Batman has better things to do than hide in a corner. He would be on a roof, or near a place where a crime could have taken place."

"There can be crimes absolutely anywhere."

"Hmm." she said with a small pout, shaking her head. "I imagine that's true, especially in Gotham."

"Go home."

"I do what I want, dear sir."

They remained motionless, watching each other, waiting to see what the other was going to do. Bruce could have just left. With his grappling hook, it would have been very easy, he would have disappeared in a few seconds and she wouldn't have been able to follow him.

But he was tired. He had stopped in this alley to rest for a moment, catch his breath, before resuming his surveillance.

Besides, he didn't want to leave her here alone. It wasn't safe.

He would have preferred to accompany her to her home first, or at least to a place where she wouldn't risk anything. It was part of his mission.

"The real Batman is taller." she said out of nowhere.

"... Sorry ?"

"He saved a friend of mine once. She was a bit scared of him, but he helped her up, gave her bag and left. Without saying a word. She described him as very tall, muscular. Impressive. You're not tall enough, and you're talkative."

"I don't think I'm that talkative." he replied, unable to stop himself from slightly smiling.

"And you're smiling. No, really, you don't make a very convincing Batman. But... Let's say you're the real one. Then I'd like to thank you. For saving her, and for everything else you do."

This time, Bruce said nothing. No one had to thank him for what he was doing. He was doing it because it was necessary and he didn't expect anything in return, only hoping that it would make the city a little better.

It was the only thing that mattered to him, nothing more.

Lost in his thoughts, and obviously really exhausted, he didn't notice that she had approached him. By reflex, he grabbed her hand when she wanted to touch his face, but without hurting her.

"When was the last time you slept ?" she whispered.

"I don't have time to sleep."

"You... You must feel a little lonely sometimes."

"That's not important."

The young woman pouted again, and without giving him time to react, she quickly kissed him on the cheek.

Bruce pulled away, as if she had just slapped him. He couldn't remember the last time someone had kissed him like that. Probably his mother, a very long time ago. It was a strange feeling, he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

As if she knew what he was thinking, the girl smiled, laughing lightly, but not mocking him.

"Whether you're the real Batman or not, you should go to sleep."

"I'll think about it. You should go home."

"I will think about it."

"It's really not safe here. I can walk you."

"Alright, little fake Batman. I don't live far." she said, rolling her eyes.

"You shouldn't tell strangers where you live. Especially if they're dressed like me. Besides, you're not disguised ?"

"But I am. I'm a serial killer, they look like everyone else. I lure little fake Batmen into my house and force them to sleep a bit."

His paranoid side, mixed with the fatigue, made Bruce wonder if she wasn't being a bit serious. She snickered again, scoffing a little this time.

"By the way, my name is Y/N. And I live there."

She pointed to a third-floor apartment, which he scanned with his optical lens. He would check later if a Y/N lived here, but now he had to leave. He had enough rest, he still had a lot of work to do.

"You are going to sleep ?"

"No."

"I thought so. You... Will I see you again ?"

Almost at the end of the street, Bruce stopped. He didn't really turn back, but he glanced in her direction.

"... Perhaps."

"See you then, Mister Bat. Happy Halloween."

When he arrived at his place, Alfred noted that he seemed less gloomy than usual, as well as less hurt. Bruce said nothing about it, touching his cheek as he thought of the kiss, before falling into bed, where he dreamed of dark alleys, rain, and Y/N.

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werdlewrites · 7 months

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masterlist - ao3 - twitter @ djomamma

summary: warnings: Mentions of abuse, drug use. wc: 2,840

The sun was beginning to set by the time the pair arrived at the trailer park. Heather would cast a glance towards the girl in the driver's seat, anticipating a look of judgment but nothing ever comes. Autumn merely squints and presses herself forward for a better view through the night. The tall lights flickering and providing little to no help through the shadows. She seeks guidance from the passenger, who directs her along the path until they arrive at their destination. At the rear end of the Jeep, Heather pulls her bike from the trunk and wheels it up to the porch, where it lays without chains.

“Welcome to the Hunter abode,” she speaks in a drawl, keys jingling in her free hand as she fumbles with the lock. She mumbles in annoyance. Confessing the key always manages to get stuck, so she has to wiggle it around until there’s a seamless fit. There’s almost a relieved sigh as all falls open - welcoming the two girls into the cozy, dimly lit home. Wood paneling hides behind framed photos and patterned curtains, the light from the television flickering across every surface. It holds a familiar feeling; like a home. Old cigarette smoke pouring out from the fabric, the smell of fried food working hard to disguise it.

“Give me a second, okay? I’ve got t’get this t’my mom.” The other girl gestures down to the brown paper bag, grease darkening a few scattered spots at the bottom. In a matter of seconds, she’s gone. Moving into the small kitchen and down the empty hallway, calling out for her mother who replies in delight at her daughter's return. Their conversation is buried between the walls that separate them—incoherent words paired with a few sudden fits of laughter.

Jealousy stares back at Autumn through reflections in the glass. An ugly thing that mocks and stews in misery. It points a finger and reminds you of what you no longer have, and if it would ever be that way again. She finds herself loosely trailing after her friend, lazy steps carrying her towards the canary yellow fridge decorated in magnets and polaroids. Some hold people she cannot recognize.

Grandparents, unknown family members, or strangers as they linger in the background. Others are all too familiar. A group of boys with wild outfits and wide smiles, or the many versions of Heather as she grew into who she was today. Pictures of her and what she believes to be her mother out at the beach, bucket and shovels in hand. Pictures of Christmas morning and Halloween night, or something a little more recent as they stand in front of a moving truck.

That jealousy begins to simmer out into nothing. Its haunting face is now stoic without harmful words spewed. It drinks in the unknown world of Heather Hunter, finding similarity in ways no one should. Heather is almost breathless when she reappears, face red from smiling for too long, not once faltering as she finds the girl's focus locked on a particular picture. “I know what you’re thinking,” she begins, finally catching Autumn’s attention. “What went wrong?”

The girl snorts, shaking her head in disagreement. It’s nowhere near close - but the thought brings a feeling of guilt. Yet still, it falls off of her tongue. “Has it always been you and your mom?”

She’s hardly phased, blowing a raspberry at first as her body shifts. It had become clear Autumn wasn’t the first to ask. “Nah. Dad’s out there, somewhere. Doin’ what he does best. Being an absolute piece of shit.” Her arms are crossed, her side resting just against the chilled surface as she waits in anticipation for a response. But her friend is left speechless, lips parted as if wanting to speak but unsure of what to say. Heather opts to fill the emptiness. “Mom and I had t’leave him. It just wasn’t safe.”

It’s all so casual. She even spares the shrug of a shoulder as if she hadn’t spent years of her life in physical and mental anguish. As if he never bruised her skin or broke glass at her mother's feet. Jealousy had shifted into something sorrowful. Reaching out to console another wounded bird, though she hardly seems unable to fly. She stands tall with wings at the ready, taking flight off into the freedom she had fought hard for. No more bars to cage in something once delicate, now a force to be reckoned with.

Something in the distance steals away their attention, eyes shifting to the concealed window as heavy equipment moves past, gears squeaking and pipes rattling from within. Autumn chances a look as she leans across the sink, prying back the short curtain to watch as a two-toned van comes to a stop not far from them. A dark figure nearly stumbles out, his silhouette recognizable even now. “Is that Eddie?”

The other leans in just at the girl’s side, eyes narrowed to peel back the darkness. Soon, a smile is etched into place. “Sure is.”

“That’s convenient. Being neighbors with your best friend?”

She shrugs, not seeing the importance of her words. “S’how we met. Want t’go say hi?” Autumn can barely register the thought, let alone reply before she’s dragged back the way she came. Heather shouting out to her mom that she would be at “Munson’s.” Along the way, Heather is suddenly struck by an idea as a few lights come to life from within his home. She instructs Autumn to crouch and follow her lead, creeping along the path until they can hear his music bouncing off of the walls. The pair move along the siding, looking all too suspicious. She’s suddenly hyper-aware of neighbors watching as two shadows stalk around his home, phone at the ready to call for police.

“What are we-?” The question is silenced as a hand cups her mouth, a single finger held midair to keep her from speaking.

Slowly, their skin parts and she watches in continued silence as Heather slowly stands before a closed window, the glow from within illuminating a look of pure joy. Without warning, her palm slams against the glass, immediately forcing out a shriek of fear from the boy. “Bitch!” he calls out from within, angered steps carrying him towards the window. “Let us in!” Heather cries out, still wearing a smile of pride.

“Us?” The curtains are pulled back and the window latch is flicked, ring-clad fingers gripping at the edge as he leans out for a better view. “Who is-? Oh,” he pauses, barely taking in the sight of a familiar girl at Heather’s side. “Hey, Reid.”

Heather doesn’t waste another second. Hardly letting Autumn return the gesture as she boldly states, “Put your porn away and open the door. We’ve got a situation.”

A small smile of amusement is seen in the shadows, yet a look of confusion in his eyes as he wasn’t entirely trusting of her words. “Yeah? What kind of situation?”

The bright eyes of Heather look back to the girl, a smile to suggest secrets on her lips. Autumn does nothing but cross her arms in wait, unsure of what was happening. “We’re in desperate need of some fun.”

His fingers tap against the siding, biting at his lower lip to resist mimicking her joyous expression. But he stands back, arms held out in good faith. “Well, why didn’t you just say so?” Eddie soon hurries off once the window is shut, his frantic steps heard echoing as he races for the front door. Without a word, the two girls follow after, waiting another moment beneath the porch light. Though the time was short, it was enough to tug on Heather’s interest as she spared a curious look at Autumn in suspicion.

The door is swung back, fingers hastily combing through his mess of hair with rings threatening to tangle in the strands. Once settled, his arm is outstretched as an invite, a mocking bow in his posture. “Ladies,” he says dramatically, waiting until they both settle into the warmth of his home. It’s a stark contrast to the Hunter’s. All beige and brown. The only color coming from a collection of mugs and caps from around the world.

“Were you actually hiding your porn?”

He tuts in disapproval, his finger waving in the air. “A gentleman never tells.”

But the girl knows better, turning to face her friend to confess the boy’s secrets. “He’s got about five magazines under th-”

“That’s enough!” Eddie cries out, a large hand moving to clamp over her face. He tucks her back against his chest, now dragging her through the small home and down the hall. All protests are muffled as she stumbles along the way. “C’mon, Reid.” He calls out. “The fun is this way.”

She doesn’t follow in their steps upon his command. She instead lingers, arms tight around her torso as she considers what the fuck she’s agreed to. With a steady intake of breath, she braces for what's to come. She’s in it now, and it would be even more painful to make an excuse and bail. So, with one forced step after another, she inches closer to his bedroom, where Heather cries out in disgust. “Your hand tastes like ass!”

There’s a brief pause between the two. “You know what ass tastes like? Ow!” The punch to his arm is hard enough to hear. A muted ‘thud’ followed by clumsy feet as he works to catch himself. The room is exactly what she imagines, matching his personality, or at least what she knows of it. Posters of familiar bands hang up on the walls, his guitar resting up against the dresser that's cluttered with everyday items. It's careless and free, just like him.

He rubs at the unseen injury, a look of agony on his face until he finds Autumn standing in the doorway. The flip seems to switch, then. A bright smile to light up the room as he gestures out to the small space. “Make yourself at home.” Heather is already making herself comfortable, the desk chair pulled out with legs kicked up onto the mattress. She can see the hesitation in the other, giving a kind smile and nod towards the bed. Autumn does as suggested - first just at the edge out of uncertainty. With further encouragement in the silence, she pulls her legs up to cross over one another, finding easy comfort.

Eddie keeps his back to them, mumbling to himself as he digs through the top drawer. She can hear the crinkle of plastic, his deep eyes studying the contents with care before dropping it all back into the depths. Once he finds what he’s looking for, he turns with a victorious cry. “Ah-ha!” The bag contains numerous, rolled joints. Tape across the surface marked with a date and a specific plant name. “Is this what you had in mind?”

“Fuck yes it is,” Heather replies with a grunt, her body now stretched out to rip the contents from his grip. She pauses once the seam is torn open, eyes cautiously looking back to Autumn who has remained mostly silent. “Unless you don’t want to? We can have sober fun.”

She’s not left in the silence for long. The girl before her is already painfully aware of the ache in her ribcage. A heart turning to heavy stone before it shatters to rubble, unable to withstand the pressure life adds upon it. “I think it’s exactly what I need.” It’s all either two need as they settle down, smoke soon filling the air with every exhale. It’s all casual talk in the beginning, waiting for the high to creep in like a growing shadow. Eddie mentions Dungeons and Dragons, looking at Autumn expectantly from his place on the carpeted floor, body stretched out and relaxed.

“Oh, no, no-” She says in panic, waving away the cloud that spills from her lips. “I’ve got t’much going on t’be playing that.”

The boy’s head falls back in a fit of laughter, his linked feet swaying from side to side in pure bliss. “You say it with such disgust.”

The joint is passed across the way to an eagerly awaiting Heather, a smile on her lips as she watches her two friends dive deeper into a genuine friendship. “It’s not disgust.” Autumn corrects. “Doesn’t that game last, what? Months?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replies, a subtle shrug seen as a shit-eating grin grows. “Or like, years.”

“Years?” she practically shouts, eyes wide with disbelief. Eddie’s form is slowly becoming hazy. The colors around him slowly melting into one another, creating an abstract painting before her eyes. “You’re nuts.”

“Best way t’be.” He retorts. The boy follows after the lit embers, a moth to a flame. His torso is sagged forward, heavy as he carries the universe's weight on his shoulders. The inhale of his chest moves in near slow motion, a stupid look on his face as he surrenders to nature's beauty. Giving himself over to whatever she desired.

The room becomes a chaotic storm. Wild conversations and shouts of delight rebound off of the covered walls. Snacks spilling out onto the floor as heated debates began, with pointed fingers yet joy in their eyes. Laughter was always just around the corner. Even through the swarm of madness, and violent winds ripping the world away - it’s hard to miss the way he gravitates to her. An anchor to keep him steady as the eye of a hurricane tears through his sanctuary. Deep brown eyes linger on her when she’s not paying attention, and hers do the same. It’s painfully obvious even through the fog that threatens to blind them all. Autumn wonders if they even know what’s happening between them.

“Fuck.” Heather suddenly blurts out as an idea strikes her like a bolt of lightning. “D’you bring your cards?”

Autumn shakes her head, an effortless laugh rumbling within her chest. “It’s at home.” It’s the first time in a while that the word doesn’t carry a feeling of sorrow and longing. A feeling of emptiness as she wanders through life without a clear path.

“I wanted you t’scare him again.” His eyes roll dramatically, thinking back to the time he spent cowering away from the girl once she depicted his past and future. All written throughout his flesh.

“That’s not hard.” Autumn retorts, watching the way his focus snaps back at her, clearly offended while the girl at his side wears a look of pride.

“I think she just called you a ‘pussy.’”

A narrowed look aims in her direction, a feigned look of anger and a scowl on his lips. “You’re honestly a terrible friend.”

“I could read palms again. Things can always change.” She offers with a small shrug, watching as their eyes light up with excitement. But they never get that far. Heather had scrambled her way across the small space between them to sit at her friend's side, asking for a demonstration on reading palms and what it all means. She holds her hand out to Autumn, and with a delicate touch, she points to every curve and loop of chains. Heather can barely focus, eyes squinting as she pulls her skin closer, not truly seeing what the other could but playing along out of fascination.

Then, the confidence kicks in. She’s slipped from the bed and down onto the floor, where Eddie waits in silence. Heather is muttering to herself, studying both of his hands before taking favor of his left palm. Given the encouragement she needs, she studies through the haze of her high. At first, the action renders the boy pink in the cheeks. Wide eyes flickering elsewhere to ignore the embarrassment of such an intimate moment put on display. She doesn’t notice, but Autumn does.

Heather’s thumbs push and pull at the skin, looking for something that sparks with light in her mind. Then, a trembling smile comes to the surface, holding secrets hostage as she begins to speak. “I see something.” The pair share a look of wonder, though the girl on the bed remains a little more disbelieving, but doesn’t stomp out his fire as he leans forward with intrigue.

“What? What is it?” She has to bite back her smile before forcing it all to fall flat, keeping on the mask for the sake of the game.

“I see,” Cheeks hollow and without warning, she spits into the dip of his palm. A look of pure horror dances across his expression while she continues to bask in her success. “A pool.”

The metalhead is nearly frozen in place, staring down at the dampened spot in his hand in shock. When she begins to snicker, it's then that he retaliates. The hand is ripped away from her grasp to then smooth its way across her face, nearly tackling the girl as she tries to fend him off. “It's your spit! Take it back, you nasty freak!”

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missielynne · 6 months

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CBS Ghosts Review- The Silent Partner

Isaac and Sam's relationship is an underrated one to me, so I love episodes that have the opportunity to show it off. Granted this episode was definitely nowhere near as exciting or full of oomph as Halloween 3, but what is?

It highlighted once again the fact that Jay and Sam need to do more work communicating as a couple and maybe discussing limits about things or showing more appreciation cause like, Sam really gave Jay a telling off for not paying attention to her book because all he cares about is his restaurant, but frankly, I feel the man has the right to focus on stuff that's meaningful to him, especially after he did stuff like dig up Flower's death spot to get something for the seance to bring her back. That gets him a lot, to me, and I feel like sometimes Sam can be a little forgetful that even though Jay loves her and the ghosts, he needs time to do stuff that's just for him and that's not a crime.

Now that doesn't excuse him treating Isaac as if he's just some annoying imaginary friend and I was glad that he came up with the table and the speech to show that he actually did read the book about Isaac to show that he did believe in the man's value as part of his family, even if he's a ghost Jay can't see. (And totally agree with everyone that it would have been nice to see Nigel there at the unveiling and if we don't get at least one shot of Nigel and Isaac having a date for two at the ghost table, I will be sad.)

The part with Sas and Hetty and the candy was another case of "good idea, poor execution." They took it far enough and used some really weird wording for it (like when they were all "She can hold onto the candy and her fingers will be in our mouths") that it just made me wince and squirm and not blame Carol for wanting to go on a walk to get away from them one bit.

Last but definitely not least, I'm sure I was not the only one who was cheering when Pete revealed to Carol that he knew about her affair with Jerry and told her she sucked. It was well earned and I think she's lucky that he's too nice a guy to give her worse. (Although I do give her credit, even if it's a way to excuse her own cheating or whatever, for immediately asking if Pete is with someone. For all her issues with Pete, she's not a hypocrite who just expected her husband to be super loyal to her while she cheated on him because she felt entitled to that. She seemed genuinely surprised that he chose to stay loyal. Granted he didn't KNOW she cheated until later, but...still.) And although it's a low bar, also congrats to Carol for being one of the few ghosts or people to be at least decent to Nancy on sight compared, say, to Hetty, who still calls her "it."

I wish it would have just been Nancy and Pete doing the fake girlfriend thing. Cause like, with them, we know it's fake. She's there to make him look good and then she steps away. Whereas with Alberta, you just know that this relationship is something that they could make into a real thing, even after throwing it away, and since I don't feel like Richie and Danielle have that kind of chemistry it's just like...ugh, okay. Although, there could be another love interest coming for Alberta soon so maybe they aren't being made into a couple. That's my hope.

All in all, yay for Pete. That is the high point of this mostly functional episode, although, as usual, I do enjoy Isaac and Sam. Now we're on a short hiatus until early April where we could get a bachelor party and the return of Nigel! Can't wait!

#cbs ghosts #missie's ghosts reviews

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legacyshenanigans · 9 months

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I was bored and I found a

"Questions nobody asks"

Thing on the Internet, and I wanna do it 🤣 could consider it as a "get to know me" thing, I guess, haha. Gonna undercut though, because its kinda long. 🤍

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED?

Who the fuck goes to sleep with their closet doors open?! 🤣

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS?

Ew no haha, because they tend to be shitty shampoos and conditioners. I'm very particular with what I put on my hair.

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

Out, I would feel EXTREMELY uncomfortable if my sheets were tucked in, I move around a lot in bed hahaha.

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE?

Not a street sign no, I stole one of those big umbrellas from outside a pub once though🤣

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES?

Not really. No reason to.

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM?

Nope.

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES?

I'm terrified of bees and wasps and shit like that hahaha, but I reckon my chance of survival would be higher with a swarm of bees?

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES?

I do, under my makeup haha.

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES?

Nope. 🤣

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE?

People trying to talk to me when I have earphones in. A VERY quick way to get on my fuckin nerves.

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK?

No? 🤣

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS?

Yes. 🤣

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS?

.....Yes. 😅 (while camping in the middle of nowhere, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go)

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERE’S NO MUSIC PLAYING?

All the time. 🤣

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS?

I used to. Not so much these days.

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK?

Well, I'm in a monogamous relationship, sooooo. One, lol.

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED?

King.

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK?

Helicopter Girl - Satan's Seventh Bride.

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK?

Yeah? Sure? Why not?

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS?

Yesssss.

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE?

I can't even remember the name of it! Me and my mum are big horror fans, and we hunt for horror films together, and it was your standard, stereotypical folk move into a house. House is spooky. Spooky things happen ect. ect. ect. But it was FUCKING SHITE! 🤣 So THAT hahaha.

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE, IF YOU HAD SOME?

Near a tree in a woods, then I'd leave a vague note just saying "Its under a tree in *name of woods* " 🤣 That's ALOT of ground to search, hahaha.

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER?

Depends on what I'm eating.

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN?

I'm a Tommy K gal. 🤣

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?

I fucking LOVE Kinder Buenos.

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE?

The HP films.

27. LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU?

My fella.

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT?

I went to Rainbows when I was a little kid, then I went to Brownies (similar kinda thing as Scouts) but I ended up leaving brownies after only going twice because I HATED one of the brownie leader women 🤣

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE?

Sure, why not? Haha.

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER?

It's been a lonnnnng time since I've written a letter to someone. Phones exist now, haha.

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR?

Yeah.

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET?

Nope.

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS?

Nope.

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH?

Sandwiches in general are top tier scran, but I like meaty big ones 🤣

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST?

A can of redbull and a cigarette. 🤣

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME?

Depends on my sleeping pattern, sometimes a good 10/11pm sometimes 5/6am. 🤣🤣

37. ARE YOU LAZY?

Yes. Ain't even gonna lie lmao.

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN?

I mentioned above that my mum likes horror, so she would dress me as things like Vampires, Werewolves, The Devil, general monsters haha, which is funny to me because we'd usually all go trick or treating together with my friends and their mums, and my friends would always be things like princess's lmao.

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN?

Is that the same as Zodiac? I believe I'm the Rooster.

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK?

Two.

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS?

In 2023? No lol.

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS?

Wtf are lincoln logs?! Hahaha. Legos.

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN?

Absolutely.

44. WHO IS BETTER: KIMMEL OR FALLON?

Who?

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS?

Nah.

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?

Nah I'm pretty good with heights.

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR?

Every damn time. 🤣

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?

I don't actually haha, hum maybe, but not sing.

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR?

As a passenger, yeah, sometimes.

50. EVER USED A GUN?

Yeah.

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER?

At my last day of HS party (Prom basically)

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY?

I just HATE musicals tbh. 🤣

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL?

Not really.

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI?

What? 🤣

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE?

Cherry!

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?

Honestly, I can't remember 😅

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

100%, I've seen one, don't expect people to believe me, but I know what I saw.

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING?

All the time!!

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?

No, but I probably should lmao.

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?

Fuckin love a good pair of slippers.

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATHROBE?

Yeah.

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?

Depends on the weather.

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT?

Nickelback 😅 (DON'T JUDGE ME!)

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR AMAZON?

Well, can't lie, 2 outta 3 of those we don't have in my country haha.

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS?

Adidas.

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS?

Cheetos because I dunno wtf Fritos are haha.

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS?

Peanuts!

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP BLACK PINK?

Nope.

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS?

Nope.

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING?

It was never something I thought about, infact when I first met my fella I had no idea what he did for work, and never asked because it wasn't important to me 🤣 turned out he had a very good job and I was just like "Oh OK cool" haha.

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE?

Yeah.

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE?

I've never competed in one.

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY?

Yessss 🤣

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS?

Like Vinyl? I do actually haha, some Iron Maiden ones.

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER?

My mum and Dad did. I don't.

76. DO YOU REGULARLY DIFFUSE OILS?

Yeah, daily, I love that shit haha.

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?

Yeah :)

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT?

Honestly, I don't really know, too many haha.

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW?

It's been a while, but I went to a rock and blues weekend festival thing last year.

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA?

Neither.

81. TEA OR COFFEE?

Neither.

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES?

Don't know what either of those are 🤣 but Snickerdoodles sound DELICIOUS haha.

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL?

Yeah I'm pretty decent.

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE?

Yeah.

85. ARE YOU PATIENT?

NOOOOO 🤣

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING?

Band.

87. EVER WON A CONTEST?

Yeah a few in my time haha.

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY?

Define plastic surgery haha. I've had lip fillers a few times? Nothing crazy. Is that classed as PS though?

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES?

NEITHER 🤮🤮 URGH.

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET?

I used to be able to, been a long time since I have.

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE?

The living room.

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?

Yeeeeah one day, but we're chill. I'm engaged.

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED?

I'm not, yet.

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH?

Oh my god, there was this lad called Jordan in my HS...He would like, tease me all the time though, I would call it "Soft bullying" 🤣 and I LOVED him LMFAO! 😅 I think thats why I like guys who can be abit of a bastard haha.

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY?

Not really. But I'm a very "Babyyyyyyy? Can I get this?" Kinda gal, to get what I want 😅😅

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Not yet.

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS?

I'd like to yeah.

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?

Purple.

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW?

Not really.

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