#yes my comfort movie is the conjuring 3

[fceriestcrdst]

we're not going to discuss how i've been thinking abt these two (ed & Lorraine) for the last few weeks. n o p e---we're gonna just--ignore--the fact----that i feel them going [poke poke poke poke] at me rn--

[undiscovered-horizon]

Bestie we need a part two 💳💥💥💳💥💥💳💳💥💥💳💳💳 ASAP u can’t leave this beautifully made fanfic without a  sequel, this made me kick my feet in the air and giggle like schoolgirl 😀 lolll I’m down bad for Eddie/riddler

yo call me FedEx because I deliver (not sure this the package you wanted tho)

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 2

[Part 1] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

What you thought was a single, queer occasion, became something regular. The notes and cards would appear every other day and soon you found yourself expecting them with excitement. You had your own little, deliciously sweet secret. Realizing how the situation might look to others, you didn't dare tell anyone else about the strangeness you've been a part of - they wouldn't understand. People were quick to jump to conclusions, to assume the worst of others even if there was no malice. Just like there was none in the bizarre friendship or relationship, you had with someone whose identity you couldn't even begin to guess.

The question of the secret admirer's identity was something that wouldn't let you sleep. Some occurrences were too tailored to you and your mundane life for the enigmatic person to be someone completely estranged. Like that one day when the whole world seemed to be against you and nothing would go the way you wanted, you found a cinnamon bun with a birthday candle at your doorstep. So whoever they were, they simply cared.

Was there a piece of you that remained wary? Yes, of course, there was - if your life did not transform into a chick flick, it sure became a good buildup to a horror movie. That part of you, however, was silent most of the time. After all, what kind of malice, if any, could reside in a heart of someone who showered you with small gifts and words of affection?

That day, you were greeted with a bouquet of pink and red flowers strung together with raffia. A small tag was tied to the decoration:

What flowers are kissable?

You looked closer at the flowers in the bouquet - they were all of one kind...

"Tulips?" you slowly said to yourself. You couldn't help but laugh. "God, you're so corny."

Shaking your head with amusement, you entered your apartment and went straight to your bedside table to change one mysterious bouquet for another. The previous flowers barely even began to wilt.

"Wish you had a name," you said as your hand caressed the tag attached to the flowers.

Having let out a heavy sigh, you decided to change into something more comfortable. You let your thoughts wander, conjuring up various possibilities about the secret admirer, as you took off your top and pants - completely oblivious to the lovesick voyeur following each of your steps.

He felt a little ashamed for not immediately looking away. But, in the end, it wasn't his fault, was it? How could he ever be blamed for succumbing to your luring beauty? Could sailors truly be responsible for following the siren's song?

Although his eyes were still fixed on you, his mind was already fantasizing about the next gift he should make for you but most importantly - the little wish you had made that he couldn't help but grant. Truthfully, Ed couldn't deny you anything; he was but a humble servant to your ethereal glory.

The next day, when you were about to leave the comfort of your home and face the responsibilities of the real world, you found another envelope laying on the doormat outside your front door. Inside, there was another cheesy card to add to your abundant collection. This one, however, did not have a riddle written on it but a torn-out page from what looked like a vintage collection of poems:

My lady hath of charms her lion’s share; Grace, beauty, wit and a sweet thoughtfulness, Which rests serenely on her gentle face, Sweet as the flowers are, and pure as air.

Below the ripped-out page was a small scribble that made you audibly gasp, although softly: '- Ed'.

"So you do have a name... Eddie." You smiled to yourself feeling how easily the name rolled off your tongue.

His heart stopped for a moment. The world grew silent and the only thing that mattered, truly mattered, was the soft affection with which you spoke his name.

[raging-psycho]

Imagine giving Stray Kids hand made bracelets Part Two:

Part One

Summary: You like to make yarn bracelets, and you especially love to make them for people. And you decide to give one to one of your lovable Stray Kids members. How would they react? Probably amazingly!!

Members: Han Jisung, Felix, Seungmin (in the building), Jeong In

Tw: scary movie (I’m not sure if that’s one or not)

Genre: fluff

Han Jisung:

You make him a bracelet that is filled with all different colors. Some would say it’s energetic, like him.

It was snowing like crazy outside, so y’all decided to cancel your dinner reservations and stay in and have a movie date instead.

You pick out a horror movie. It’s just the conjuring. You don’t think it’s that scary, but scardy cat Jisung thinks it’s terrifying.

You’ve got the popcorn popped, the pillows fluffed, the blankets set, and the bracelet in your pocket.

You’re about halfway through the movie when Jisung screams, causing you to jump and throw popcorn everywhere.

“What is wrong Hannie? Nothing has even happened yet.”

“Sorry. There was a cat outside the window.”

“If you’re that scared, why don’t I give you a comfort item?”

You pull the bracelet out and start tying it around his wrist.

“There now you have a protective shield form the oh so scary movie.”

You turn back to the movie like this was just a normal thing, but Jisung was stuck still.

You made a bracelet? For HIM?

He pulls you into his arms, and snuggles into you closer.

“Thank you so much for my shield. Can you make me more someday?”

“Of course! Anything to keep you safe”

Another scream pierces your ears.

“JISUNG!!”

“SORRY IT WAS THE CAT AGAIN!”

Felix:

This ball of sunshine needs an equally bright bracelet, so his is made of yellow with some light brown weaved in.

You were extremely bored one Sunday afternoon, and so you made your boyfriend a bracelet that matches his soul.

Shortly after finishing the bracelet, you get a text from the boy asking you to come over for a sleepover

You text back saying sure, and thought to yourself about how convenient it was that you made a bracelet and he was planning to see you.

Almost like it was written-

Anyway

You quickly pack an overnight bag and head out the door. Because you almost forgot the bracelet, you had to double back inside.

When you get there, you see Felix has already changed into his pajamas, and has some pocky out.

Have you guys ever heard of the pocky game? Well that’s what Felix had in mind for you to play.

After you changed into your pajamas you sat across from him and started opening the pocky.

He was already giddy and excited. (He was planning on losing ngl)

You put the chocolate end of the stick between your teeth, and he got the other end.

He held up his hand and counted down 3, 2, 1, go

You took turns slowly inching towards the other person. The closer y’all got the redder y’all got.

Right near the end, you were both as red as tomato. Then Felix closed the gap and put his lips on yours. The stick being forgotten even though you could still taste the chocolate.

He pulled away smiling, his freckles shining like the stars in the sky.

“Felix! You’re supposed to try not to lose y’know.”

“I’ll take any excuse I can get to kiss my beautiful girlfriend! Did I mention you look gorgeous tonight?”, he says as he wipes some chocolate from your lips.

“Then no prize for you.”

“You had a prize for me? Can I see it?”, cue the puppy eyes.

You smirk then pull the bracelet out, but still hide it from his view.

“Oh alright, but only cause you asked for it.”

You put the bracelet on his wrist. You thought the smile he had before was bright, but it was nothing compared to the one he had now.

He was practically jumping from happiness.

“ I love you so much!” He yells as he pulls you into his arms.

“I love you too, Lix.”

Seungmin

His bracelet is a bunch of different shades of brown.

The bracelet had been made a week prior to your date with him.

You both had been planning on going I’ve skating for weeks. It was your 2 year anniversary, and you wanted to make it even more special by making him a bracelet for the occasion.

You finished getting ready, wearing a blue sweater, cute skinny jeans, matching blue gloves, and having your hair up in a half up half down pigtail style.

His car vroomed around the front of your house and you hopped in. He handed you a pair of earmuffs because he knew you didn’t have any.

The place wasn’t all that packed, which was surprising considering it was a weekend.

You kept the bracelet hidden in your pocket, you were worried to give it to him in fear of him not liking it.

He was smiling the whole time, and just being happy in your presence.

You guys were messing around when you started losing your footing. You fell backwards on your both.

He made eye contact with you, and you both erupted in laughter.

After the laughter calmed down and he wiped the tears from his eyes, he noticed something brown laying on the ground beside you.

He bent over to pick it up and saw that it was a bracelet.

You however started panicking.

“Oh Seung give that here! You’re not supposed to see it yet!”, you were frantically trying to reach the item.

“What is this y/n”, he says while holding it out of your reach.

“It’s a bracelet that I made for you…”

“Why didn’t you give it to me sooner?”

“I was worried you wouldn’t like it. I was thinking of just throwing it away.”

“Are you kidding? I love it!”, he puts it on as quickly as possible and picks you up, forgetting that he’s on ice, he tries to spin but ends up falling.

Que the automatic laughter, after he made sure you were okay of course.

And just like that all your worries about that bracelet vanished, and you never saw him take it off.

Jeong In

His bracelet is blue and really light pink, with some cream colors mixed in.

You were both out groceries shopping.

He was pushing the cart around and you were picking out what y’all needed.

You had the bracelet in your pocket. You made it about a month back, but had yet to give it to him cause you knew he’d tease you for it.

One of your love languages though is gift giving, so here you are.

He was helping you reach up to grab an item that was just out of your reach. He had to do that a lot because that always put the items you needed to high for you.

You didn’t realize that the bracelet was slowly inching out of your pocket.

So when you reached to grab your favorite box of cereal, he saw it.

“He what’s that?”

“What’s what?”, you huff out as you struggle to reach the cereal box.

“That thing in your pocket.”

You deadpanned.

Uh oh

He saw it

He wasn’t supposed to

Before you could stop him he pulled it from your pocket.

“This is gorgeous! Is it for me?”

“Yeah…”

“Aw I knew you loved me! My little y/n is so obsessed with me she couldn’t resist making me a bracelet.”, he says as he slides it on.

“Oh shut up Jeong In.”

“Ouch, what happened to my nickname.”

He teased you all day after that, but it was worth it. You could tell he loved that bracelet and that’s all you needed.

[raggedy-dxctor]

fluffy scenarios w/ steven grant

pairing(s): steven grant x gn!reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff with steven <3, not proofread (may be typos sorry x

sneaking into the museums with him late at night, rambling to eachother about the exhibits

watching cheesy horror movies that actually scare the shit out of him

"HOLY SHI- oh my god!! y/n?? love??how are you not literallysbittng yourself right now?!" "...it's not that scary stevem' uou feel kinda bad for laughing at him as he looks like a kicked puppy, slightly embarassed that the cheap jumpscare got him, the popcorn littered pver tje floor from when he jumped a constant reminder of it

snuggling up to steven's warmth, wrapped cosily under a blanket as he hums and sings song in your ear

"steven?" "hm?" "your singing is so good" "thank you love, good enl4ugh to sing you to sleep?" and moments later his question is answered when he jhears soft snoring

steven literally swooning at every songle little thing you go

tracing the scars on his abdomen from the fights that marc got into

playing pranks on eachother

buying eacbpther the perfect gifts for eachother's birthdays and just crashing into a hug

sitting in a comfortable silence

steven collapsing into your arms and leaning on you as je cries ontonyour shoulder, rubbing his back as he rambles about how much je loves you and how perfect you are

being so absorbed in texting eachother that you both completely forget about the world for a bit

steven doodling you while you work

going on a date to a park with him, setting up a picnic and relaxing under a tree together, his head on your shoulder as he doses off

pet names naturally slipping out of his liuth

"yeah love?" "can you say that again dear?" "ive missed you darling!" "welcome home hun" "come here my love" "hey treasure can you help me with this?"

tickling him after he teases you for something

steven writing notes for you in hieroglyphics and sticking them around the house

seeing the mr knight costume for the first time snd trying to homd in laughter, he immediately gets flustered and embarrassing sp you panic and feel guilty

"you... you don't like it?" "huh! no! i didn't sau that love! you look great! it just caught me off guard" he immediately lights up, pulling of the mask and kisses you with a huge grin on his face, clearly proud of himself for conjuring the suit

sharing headphones wit him on the hus, listening to your joint playlist aned instantly grinning at eachother as your shared favourite song comes on

the two of you laughing so hard at something that steven did to the point where he can't control himself or gain his composure to explain

catching steven lovingly staring at you, he's sat right next t you so it couldn't be more obvious but his immediate flusteredness is adorable

"like what you see steven?" "i um- i- uh uh- i- y- yes!! a lot!!" and theen he just kinda facepalms as you burst lut laughing, but instantly melts when you tilt his head towards you, leaning over to kiss him tenderly

[miniimapp]

Aaron T Proposing

Gen ;; Fluff - Story

Warnings ;; Fuck it's fluffy in here, bit of crying and whatnot

Proofread + Edited ;; Meh, not really

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 4 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !! We're gonna have a little series within this countdown of 4*town proposals as well so that's fun :))

Enjoy !! <3

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It's been an odd day today, you muse to yourself as you wait for T to come back with the promised ice creams. You'd woken up, fully prepared to spend the day in the warmth and comfort of your bed when you were rudely stripped of your blankets and pulled out of your haven. If you didn't love T so much you would have absolutely destroyed him, but as it stands you do so you've placated yourself by the thought of getting petty revenge over the next couple of days instead.

You've been pushed and led in all different directions today and, honestly, it's beginning to wear you down. If you'd perhaps had some time to prepare yourself for a full day out you'd be feeling a little more enthusiastic but you still long for your bed and cuddles from your beloved partner, is that too much to ask?

You spot T weaving through the crowd to get back to you, cones in hand. A smile finds it way back onto your face, though smaller than you would normally be able to conjure. Still, you're never without a smile when T's around.

"Hello, sweet cheeks." T grins, passing you one of the cones.

"Never again. Glad to see you came back with my one true love."

At your words T feigns heartbreak, pushing his free hand into his chest as if to hold his heart together, "Oh, how you wound me!"

You roll your eyes and hide your smile behind the ice cream you've already begun to demolish. "For goodne- just eat, Aaron."

"Yes, my love. Absolutely, starlight. Anything for you, angel." T laughed freely ask he ducked out of the way of your hand. "Sorry, sorry."

After a couple minutes of laughter and chatter and of course ice cream, the two of you finish and T starts rambling about what else you can do in the day. Unfortunately, after such a long day filled with various activities and food you felt tired and ready to go home and broke the news to T. He looks a little disappointed for a second before brightening again and pulling you up for the final time.

"Let us maketh our way to our humble abode, lest I get pummelled by my dear lover." You wince at the rubbish attempt at a Shakespearean English accent and speed away from T in hopes of escaping it.

On the journey back to your home you find your eyes flicking over to T lots, way over the usual amount of glances you tend to steal. Not that you can help it, every time you look away he seems to move just slightly enough to catch your eye again.

You can feel yourself frowning and your eyebrows furrowing in concern. Ever since you asked to go home he's begun acting strangely.

..Have you upset him? You hope not, you just aren't feeling up to doing anything else today. All you want is to spend time with T in the comfort of your own home, with nothing to do and no one watching.

However, he was incredibly excited to spend the day with you but would he stay excited if you trudged along, ruining his plans with a growing grumpiness. No, going home was the best course of action..hopefully a lot of cuddles will make up for the foiled plans.

Once you get home, T rushes inside leaving you wide-eyed and confused, standing in the doorway. You close the door behind and make you way further into your home, stopping by the sofa as you watch T flip through movies on netflix.

Soon enough you're halfway through the 3rd movie in your marathon, happily commentating and poking fun at the characters choices. This is exactly what you wanted and you're so content, you never want to leave the encompassing warmth that both T and the sofa provide.

"I'm just saying, babe, if he'd grabbed the gun a little earlier maybe they wouldn't be in this situation." T explains to you, arms flinging around and gesturing, "I mean, what kind of idiot put his teammates in danger like that?"

You hum, nodding along with his argument "Right, I get your point but he the only opportunity he would have had to grab it earlier would've been when little miss love interest was getting ambushed. And, for the sake of the rest of the movie, they couldn't really have her die like that or this early. They also needed him to have his little knight in shining armour moment."

T frowns, "Still, he should've been more prepared. At this rate his while team is gonna die but that's alright, at least his wittle girlfwend will be okay."

You gasp dramatically, clutching your nonexistent pearls, "Are you saying you wouldn't save me in that situation?"

"Babe, done even try to put me in that "wOuLD yOu sTiLL loVe mE iF i wAS a wORm" kinda situation, I don't have the brain space to answer that right now." T makes his voice as high pitch as he can and starts wriggling on the sofa like a worm.

You burst out laughing, wheezes and snorts wracking your body as you watch "What- what the fuck, T?"

Looking back up at T immediately makes you crease again. "What? I didn't even do anything this time?" You try to answer but can't get the words out between your snorts and wheezes.

After what feels like hours and 3 ab workouts, you finally begin to calm down, your eyes watering enough to create a whole new river. You look up at T and find him watching you fondly, "What?"

"Marry me."

You eyes widen and you sit up straight, "I- what?"

T's eyes widen too, perhaps even more so than yours, and he starts panicking, over-gesturing with and awkward smile on his face "I mean, well, will you marry me? Would you like to? You- um, I feel like we should, or, uh, could, if you want to.. that is.. um.."

He looks up at you eyes, brimming with panicked, unshed tears and his smile quivers, "I didn't mean to, um, do it this way. Had a whole plan but um, yeah. What, um, what-"

You cut him of with a kiss on the cheeks and cover both of his hands with your own, tears of your own brimming in your eyes. "Yes."

You feel him squeeze your hands, a disbelieving smile begins to crack across T's face, "Wait, really?"

You nod, tears now spilling over and down your cheeks, "Without a doubt in my mind, I would be honoured to marry you, Aaron."

The biggest and brightest grin you've ever seen breaks out across all of T's face, lighting him up with a kind of happiness you've never seen before. "Thank you!"

You smile just as brightly in return. "Don't Thank me, it's an honour to be your fiance, not a hard decision."

You throw your arms around his shoulders and squeeze him tightly, never wanting to let go. When his arms wrap around you in return your smile grows even wider. You've never been happier.

"Oh fuck, I left the ring in my coat."

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

[kirstlander]

I was tagged by the wonderful @likesummerrainn tysm <33 Post ten of comfort movies and tag ten people. Also these are in no particular order.

The Mummy (1999) This is THE ultimate comfort movie for me and my favourite movie of all time. There are no downsides: the cast, the action, the soundtrack chef's kiss. I've lost count of the amount of times I've seen this but it's been on the regular since I was six so take that as you will. Also, the first time I saw this movie, I had a really bad fever and hallucinated the scarab beetles were chasing me.

2. The Mummy Returns A solid sequel, lots of fun, and so much more Ardeth. He truly was on one of my first loves. Really set the scene for future Kirsty to develop a Type.

3. Howl's Moving Castle My first Ghibli film! Do I 100% understand the plot of this movie? No but that's irrelevant. Stunning and so beautiful. Every time I hear the music I feel so safe and happy. I recently watched this on a flight from Prague to Amsterdam and had the best time.

4. Overlord A weird tradition where I often watch this when I get ill. It's an intense horror movie set in world war two and there's nazi zombies. Non-stop action right from the beginning. Also made me fall in love with Wyatt Russell a wee bit.

5. Insidious Saw this in the cinema when it first came out and it was like they made a horror movie exactly how I would make it. It's not perfect but it's really fun and I love the aesthetic.

6. The Conjuring I think at this point we can establish the fact that Patrick Wilson is a babe. Again, very easy and fun and I love the dynamic of a husband and wife ghost hunting team that love and look after each other.

7. The Lost Boys Do I know this off by heart? Yes. Top tier vampire movie and incredible soundtrack. There is nothing bad about this movie other than it ends. I had the biggest crush on Alex Winter because of this movie (and still do let's be real). Thanks to my mum for showing me it when I was little.

8. Rocknrolla I went through a weird period in 2015-2016 during my last year of uni where I would watch this movie constantly. I think it became a genuine hyper fixation as a result of stress and keeping on top of my academic work and dissertation so it became a "safe" movie. Underhyped Guy Ritchie movie.

9. Pride and Prejudice True love is real. The soundtrack, the cinematography, the yearning, the hands!! Ugh, I love it so much.

10. Lara Croft: Tomb Raider (2001) You cannot tell me this movie is not good. I wanted to be Lara so bad (and still kinda do). I think people look down on this because they're seeing it from a more modern lens but it's really fun and FEELS like a Tomb Raider movie. It still holds up tbh.

Okay so I don't think I'm going to tag anyone just because I've been tagging people quite a lot recently and don't want to bother anyone! However, if you do want to do this, PLEASE DO and tag me so I can see because it would be so much fun to see what other people have put.

[onedivinemisfit]

Tagged by @longagoitwastuesday oh boy can we trust my long-term memory on this 🤣

Top ten favorite films;

- Lord of The Rings Trilogy (yes they all count as one fight me)

- Godzilla. Just the one from 2014, the later ones can choke on a dick.

- Arsenic and Old Lace. No idea where I first came across it, but wow. Masterpiece.

- Ronja Robbersdaughter, again version-specific; the swedish production from the 70s. I grew up with that one, no other adaptation can compare

- Disney’s Fantasia 1940

- Name of the Rose. A rare occasion where I love the film despite not being a completely true adaptation. Then again, is such a thing even possible at all

- The Conjuring franchise (minus the side movies they suck lol) def my kind of comfort watch

- The Prince of Egypt. Every art student’s fave

- Princess Mononoke. Again, An Art.

- Skulle det dukke opp flere lik, er det bare å ringe (translation: Should more corpses show up, you need only call) norwegian comedy classic from 1970. The building cleaning lady drives people up the wall as she goes about trying to solve murders where the bodies keep on disappearing.

Tagging: @jhalya and @ccprovolomies but if you wanna do this, just pretend I tagged you for it :3

[abbysbicepsss]

my actual actual favorite horror movie is any of the conjuring ones like it’s comforting for me 😭 i also fw the annabelle movies

Ughhhh yes the first conjuring is soooo good and I’ll watch any of the other ones from the franchise as well. My least favorite is the nun though </3

[cyborg-franky]

I’m sorry your day didn’t start out good and I hope it got better. Comfort shows are a definite yes. Which one were you watching if you don’t mind me asking? I also like turning the temperature down to freezing (more so than usual because I prefer the cold) so that I have an excuse to grab my weighted blanket, a squishmellow, and heat up chocolate milk. And watch a comfort show ofc. It makes me feel sleepy and if I’m asleep I don’t have to think abt my problems. Easy solution. It also makes me feel safe. I don’t know if thats the experience for everyone but I hope you got to experience that today. Because you’re a wonderful person who deserves it simply cause you exist. Also. I’ve been meaning to watch a horror movie but I’ve just been so swamped with work these last two weeks. I was thinking abt watching Smile. Have you heard of it? It just came out and I’ve heard it’s great but like at the same time not to go watch it if you’re in a bad head space so like I’m 50/50 on it. Do you have an spooky movie recs oh amazing Franky? Sorry this got so long I didn’t even realize I was rambling. Anyways I hope you feeling better soon and just a reminder that you’re an amazing and wonderful person who deserves to rest and that everyone had their off days! *sends many comforting virtual hugs*

- virtual hug anon

Thank you for the sweet message, you are always a total bean. You make me feel like maybe I do deserve it <3 I was watching Final Destination 4 [The Nazcar one] and later I watched JIGSAW. Yeah I just keep having a few bad days recently, like bad weeks but I am trying to get my ass into a better headspace and finish everything I need to. I am thankfully not behind on deadlines.

Horror is one of those things I can scream about for ages. I was a journalist for years and I covered a lot of horror related things. I used to get press passes to Gaming cons and comic cons to go and play the new horror games, check out new and up coming things, talk to guests who'd been in horror roles.

So I could talk about it for ages.

I am very behind on anything new that has come out, I think I said somewhere that the newest horror thing I have seen is Netflix's new Resident Evil show [The live action one not the CGI things] and it was pretty good.

My top horror movies, regardless of how good they are.. SO many movies undercut

The Skeleton Key Dog Soldiers [Fave movie of all time tbh] Dawn Of The Dead [2000s remake] The Hills Have Eyes [2000s remake] The Descent Thirteen Ghosts Final Destination [first 3 are good the rest are ridiculous fodder but still fun] Battle Royale [Also the best book I have ever read] Circle HUSH PULSE [American remake actually, yeah I know] The Autopsy of Jane Doe Insidious - The Last Key The Ring [Japanese] The Grudge [Japanese] STAY ALIVE [dumb, so dumb but I love] SAW [Torture porn or not the first saw was ground breaking and well written, it broke boundaries] Veronika [Veronica?] REC [Spanish] The Ritual The Woman In Black The Conjuring The Mist Event Horizon The Ruins Nightmare On Elmstreet [Orginals] CUBE As Above So Below CAM SHUTTER [Japanese of American, both are good] DARK WATER [Japanese] The Eye [Japanese] Afflicted We Are What We Are The Last House On The Left [2000s remake] The Thing [Both the 80s and 2000s one is good] Dog House [Horror/Comedy] Severance [Horror/Comedy] Land Of The Dead [2000s Remake] THEM Old [It's a M.Night but it's pretty clever/intense] Alien [The first one] Spiral - From The Book Of Saw [It's pretty good, alot of people will shit on it but if you don't want a typical SAW it's good] HOWL Escape Room [first only] The Purge [ANYTHING other then the first one is pretty good, just skip the first one and enjoy the rest.] EXTE [Japanese horror comedy, a fucking wild ride] The Happiness Of The Katakuris [Japanese, musical, horror, comedy] Hill House [TV Show] Frozen [The horror movie, please] What Lies Beneath Before I Awake SINISTER Just a tip if anyone says Cabin In The Woods if their fave horror they didn't get the point of the satire. take a shot for every horror movie thats one word or starts with THE.

[willowhush]

hello earth-lings! my name is charlotte millicent, you may call me ‘charlotte’ or any other nicknames of your choice. i’m an INFP who goes by she/her pronouns and a scorpio who is already on her legal age.

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fun facts about me:

i’m a huge fan of movies, especially thriller, crime, true crime documentaries, mystery, horror, comedy, action-comedy, romance and romcom. some of my favorite movies are coraline, mean girls, white chicks, clueless, 21 jump street, baywatch, red notice, legally blonde, black swan, the conjuring universe, robert langdon franchise, kong skull island, the notebook, a walk in the clouds, fifty shades trilogy and before trilogy.

other than that, i also love watching cartoons and barbie films. some of my favorite cartoons are oggy and the cockroaches, tom and jerry and spongebob. for barbie films, my favorite is barbie princess charm school. the others are barbie the princess and the pop star, barbie in a mermaid tale, barbie and the three musketeers, barbie a fairy secret and barbie in the pink shoes.

i adore rapunzel so much, my forever favorite disney princess. tmi, i even sang the theme song of rapunzel's movie, "i see the light" for a school project, and it has been one of my favorite song ever since i was a kid.

i'm a huge fan of mcu, my favorite mcu character is loki (my fav ever since i was little, i literally cried so hard at the cinema when he d word at avangers infinity war), other than him i also like eric killmonger, thor, hela, spiderman (tobey maguire ver), phoenix, professor x, quicksilver and magneto. for mcu movies/series i like avangers endgame, all thor movies, black panther, x-men apocalypse and the loki series.

i watch youtube literally everyday, my comfort youtubers are kennedy walsh (loml), sydney serena, thewizardliz, nessie judge (i love her true crime contents so much) and ozley asmr.

i’m a huge fan of cooking shows! some of my favorites are kitchen nightmares, hell’s kitchen, and master chef. these shows mostly feature gordon ramsay and i really love his shows, beside those 3 cooking shows i also enjoy watching his other tv show called hotel hell.

i love listening to music and my favorite singers and bands are avril lavigne (i listen to her music since i was in elementary school), taylor swift, troye sivan, melanie martinez, olivia rodrigo, blackmore’s night, the marias and iron maiden (yes. i love metal songs. so much.)

i also like kpop, the groups that i stan are blackpink, red velvet, twice, ive, g-idle, wayv, nct, exo, the boyz, riize and zb1. let me tell you my ults! my ults are lisa (my forever favorite girlie), seulgi, irene, nayeon, wonyoung, miyeon, ten, sehun, juyeon, wonbin and ricky. for soloists, i like iu, sunmi, bibi and hyewon.

i’m also a bookworm, i love reading books so so so much! some of my favorite books are call me by your name by andré aciman, love and gelato by jenna evans welch, kisses and croissants by anne-sophie jouhanneau, the love hypothesis by ali hazelwood, the notebook by nicholas sparks, the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde and twisted series by ana huang.

i really love and adore animals! i love dogs and cats so much! i own 4 dogs, they have been my friends for 10 years (and still counting) now. there is also a cat that always come to my grandparents’ house everyday, and i called her “meng” and i usually play with her every week.

more about me, i fancy high fashion (i love talking about designer handbags and i also tweet and retweet a lot of stuffs about fashion so i hope you’re okay with it), makeup, art, hot choco, coffee (i drink coffee literally everyday, so “no coffee no me”)

i love snoopy so so so much, i also love sanrio too. guess who's my favorite sanrio character(s)? yup, it's cinnamoroll, kuromi, my melody, wish me mell and cogimyun.

some things that i hate are cockroaches, hot weather (i hate being sweaty), thunderstorms, math (big no big ew), homework (disgusting), matcha, taro, mint choco, overly sweet foods and spicy foods.

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extra notes:

if somehow you make me feel uncomfortable with you, i will soft-block you. no hard feelings.

i’m very very very slow on replying to text messages, i don’t open my dm/line too often. so if you have something important to say to me, please do mention me on timeline and ask me to check on your messages.

i usually tweet in english and bahasa, but please note that english is not my first language. so i hope you can understand if there is grammatical errors, feel free to correct me nicely.

please do not private qrt me (it causes me extreme anxiety). also, if i ever made any mistake feel free to knock on my dm or send me a message on retrospring anytime to educate me.

do not hesitate to reach out to me first if you want to be friends (you can mention or dm me), i'm always open to those who wants to start a friendship with me.

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i clean my followers often to maintain a small circle, so if i feel like you rarely interact with me and barely seen on timeline, i will soft-block you. no hard feelings.

lastly, thank you so much for taking some time to read this, i really appreciate it. i hope this will help you to get to know me more.

[box-dwelling]

Day 4: The Conjuring 2

As I said in the last one there's been some illness. So as I was in a lot of pain this evening and as I was feeling sorry for myself and I got to pick the movie, I knew it had to be something I'd seen before and it had to be a comfort movie. So I chose this bad boy which is the ultimate of My Trash. I first say this on my own on the cinema and it's just as much fun there as it is cuddling up with @ungulatejunction on the couch. This is very much a film you can either put on in the background or give your whole attention too.

So this film has problems. I am aware that the based one a true story gimmick is questionable, I am aware that Ed and Lorraine Warren were controversial figures. I am also aware that this film is about as much catholic properganda as my the average Pureflix movie. Not only is the Bible treated as fact and the only way of killing demons, that visions from god are real and correct and will save your husband from being impaled, it's also kinda implied that Billy is a ghost because he's an atheist? Yes that's all weird but I don't care. This is my trash and I love it.

I do kinda hate that this is a Conjuring MovieTM because I generally hate the cinematic universe trend. But to me, this is to this franchise what Thor Ragnarok is to the MCU. You will pry it from my cold dead hands.

So why is it that I like it so much? In short, it does what it does very well and it's charming as hell as it does it. There are shots and scares from this movie that are burned into my mind in both fear and marvelment. The scene where the tend collapses to show a silloette, the cross room inverting, out if focus Janet slowly morphing into Billy in an extended long shot, the god damn toy train. These are fucking masterful. But just as much as I remember the scares, I remember the quiet bonding moments too. I can't help falling in love with you is from this movie first in my mind, the kids are just genuinely charming and cute which not all horror movie kids are. It was a great decision to make Janet be uncreepy in her down time. To instead have her be scared and vunerable and reaching out for help from the only adults who seem to understand her, it's just so fucking sugary and wholesome and it warms my god damn heart every time I see it. And it invests me! I want these kids to be ok. I want they're over worked but loving mum to be ok.

This leads to the other big reason I love this film but this is a deep ymmv. I adore that this film is set in England the way it is. The house is insanely realistic. It's maybe a little grimier but it genuinely looks like basically every house I've ever visited here. And that lends an aura of both fear and authentistity, but also sympathy. These aren't a rich family in a mantion, they're a poor family who can't move because of the bureaucracy of council housing. That's real shit. It raises the stakes and it makes them more human.

Artistic merit: 2/10- there's talent absolutely but it still reaks too much of the Cinematic universe soulessness.

Scares: 9/10- this film is one of the reasons I score horror films this way because it's is amazing at this and that need to be recognised. it's maybe not nightmare fuel but it's got some good ass scares

Atmosphere: 3/10: it is a very good atmosphere if you are British, but I don't think that alone deserves to give it a high overall score

[henqtic]

Can you do a draco x reader with us watching a film and reader saying how they’re crushing over a certain character

𝘭𝘦𝘰’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k (1674)

authors note: just pretend that the battle of hogwarts never happened— that event ruins everything :/ and thanks for requesting !! it made me get a lot more inspiration to finish my other wips <3

masterlist. // taglist form. // request more works.

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the room smelled of freshly buttered popcorn, soft drinks, and unhealthy snacks and for the same reason the night celebration was in place, strong mint gum. tonight was cleared, a time for you and draco to just relax, cuddle up within each other and have a break from everything going around.

the years after graduating a boarding school were life changing, even wizards themselves who could conjure up almost anything they’d ever want or possibly dream of but still, it was the time of realization for who and what you wanted to be.

and yes, there were the newts but they didn’t help much once you really got a look into the real world. many had found a passion in something that seemed wondrous— more fun. traveling and exploring the world, maybe even discovering more mystical creatures that hadn’t been learned in a simple care of magical creatures class and weren't seen in their own time because their parents didn't have the resources.

and some were set on everything but those test scores, a family business awaiting their sole airs take over and draco well, he was a part of that some. and surprisingly enough, even after all that time and all of those expectations set on him to live up to and stay in his family standard, he didn’t, and it was much to your encouragement.

his interest in healing sprung up in his last year of schooling coming to the conclusion that he’d been a prejudiced bully— not that he hadn’t already known that but, of course he did. but once he was left with less than five friends and a girlfriend who was steadily distancing herself further and further away from him, it set in.

so that’s where it started, him identifying nearly all of his mistakes and attempting to heal what had been broken relationships— which most never really did. but it was a change, and a good one at that, it brought him an inner joy, not for the factor of him getting things out of it like you wanting to be in his company more often but that he was mending the seemingly unfixable things.

it made him want to do that and not run a stuffy business that didn't do much but treat their workers poorly and customers even worse so he turned to medicine. observing how so many things lined up with potions, adding the right amount of this, and crushing that up the right way, to make a final product. a product that would soon heal the injured and bring a great smile to both of their faces.

but what he hadn’t realized was that being a healer took time and hard work— almost unusual to someone like him, being constantly handled things and easy ways out but with this, there was no fast tracking or getting anywhere if you didn’t have the right skill set or talents.

so to say he wasn’t ready for it would be a wrong statement. but to say he was exhausted, completely drained of all energy would be completely right. even after all of your cheering on, reminding him that it was only a few more months of studying and one big more test until he’d get to know if he earned his title of healer malfoy.

and usually, that worked, but after tonight after taking that so called big test, his mind was racked with anxiousness. if he didn’t pass, his father would be on his back, telling him how it was a waste of money and how he should've listened to him to that you’d even be disappointed in him— unlikely but as said before, there was nothing but anxious thoughts and anxious scenarios coming through.

so it was painfully clear that your natural remedies wouldn’t work, countless amount of neck kisses and back rubs and muscle soothing not sufficing so you both agreed on the last thing you couldn’t think about, a simple night with the television on, just in each other’s company to try and get his mind off of things—

“you said this was a muggle film, correct?” he called out for confirmation, eyeing the packaging of the movie you called.. the titanic?

“mhm, one of my favorite movies, i just know you’ll love it,” you said from the other side of the living room with a wide smile on your face, near close to beating a cheshire cats. the movie itself was beautiful, you couldn’t lie, the directing and acting brought tears to your eyes almost every time you watched it.

but there was ‘something’ else that could bring tears to your eyes, a gazing stare at the screen whenever his parts would come on.

draco handed you the plastic, allowing you to remove the disk and insert it into the dvd player. you quickly made your way back into the make shift bed made out of blankets and pillows and once the black screen turned green, copyrighted warnings started, you tucked yourself into his awaiting arms.

“why’d you say you loved this again?” he asked for the second time, limbs wrapped around your body as you searched for a response.

“umm, really eye catching.”

and yeah, of course, you were comfortable with him, growing up going to the same school for months at a time and then dating for a good fraction of those years. there was also the memory of a night where you two tirelessly played a game of dare or dare, multitudes of dares coming both your ways to say the most embarrassing, weird, or even azkaban worthy things you’ve done.

but it was something else telling him that you were crushing over a fictional character— who wasn’t even that since the story was true but you were crushing on the actor of that said fictional character that you had no chance with and that, well it was something better left unsaid.

and as it went on, he could see that too, the way your eyes were stuck onto the screen the other blonde was in frame— on the break of amusing how’d the only time your attention would shift is when he’d reach you another piece of popcorn, you offering a grateful smile before focusing back.

your mouth was slightly agape, opening for another piece just how the rhythm had been going, him eating one, him feeding you one, him eating one and so on but now he was beating it further and further away from before your body eventually gave up, falling on his chest.

“hey, why’d you that?” you groaned, annoyed that you were now looking at him from below instead of watching the film.

“why’d you say you picked this again?” his eyes were narrowed down at you, a sly smirk in place. you moved around, trying to remember your excuse and hide the growing smile arising to your face.

“I already told you, it’s eye catching.”

“no,no,no, who’s eye catching?” he asked again, this time correcting himself in order to get a more truthful response. you let out a half embarrassed, half astonished laugh before answering—

“if i tell you, you can’t laugh.” all he did was raise his eyebrows at you, positioning you on his lap, signaling for you to go on with two taps of his finger on your thighs.

“okay well—” you paused, a loss of words and a huff following, “all i’m saying is if jack were to run me over... i’d be the one to apologize.”

your tone of seriousness only made the barks of laughter from the boy underneath you louder, a small pout coming on your face as a response trying to not end up laughing at yourself—

“jack, are you serious? he’s one of the most basic people i’ve seen,” he said through breaths of air, slight tones of jealousy coming out making your head turn in feign sympathy.

“you do know that i’m dating you, right?”

“yea and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“your eyes are blue and hair is blonde and you’re the typical skinny wh—” you started, responding to his defensiveness in the best way possible.

“it sounds like you’re just describing him.” point completely missed. “and so what, what could a fictional character do for you that i couldn’t?” he asked with a smirk, your face saying nothing but unfazed and unamused.

“fine even though if you were listening you'd know that he’s not completely fictional, but everything. would you ever go down with me on an unsinkable ship and then let me survive only the door we could find?” you asked, sighing after like it’d been a dream of yours.

“no. love, take this as me caring for you but i don’t think we’d sink on an unsinkable ship— it’s in the name.”

“were you not listening? and stop, it’s romantic, don’t ruin this for me,” you scolded, lightly hitting his arm.

“they both could’ve gotten on, jack just wasn’t the brightest. and would you really rather date someone that daft over me?” his nose scrunched to further show his disgust, your scoff not failing to sound after.

“know what, if you were a fictional character, no one would like you.”

“sure, i bet i’d have at least two hundred of you treating me like him.” the smugness in his tone was apparent than ever. you loved him, more than anything in the world but, he wasn’t much compared to jack dawson. 

and then came the other obstacle, there not being a valid way to prove to someone like him, with such an inflated ego that no one would like a fictional character version of him. and when you repeated that, he was extremely butt hurt, still allowing his arms to reopen for you to snuggle back in.

single moments passed, another film starting to ease the argument before he spitefully grumbled, “i’d have people all over me.”

“no you wouldn’t!” you whisper shouted back tilting your head up to see his pouting face. 

“yes I would, don’t doubt me—”

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[fruitcoops]

I have a request. :) What if coops were watching a scary movie together and Sirius is getting actually scared so he is just trying not to watch and cuddle into Remus instead. But he is too embarrassed to ask Remus to turn it off so he just tries to suffer through it. You can decide if you want Remus to notice and turn it off and comfort him or not. Thank you for all of your amazing writing!

This is such a cute ask, and lots of fun to write! Thanks for suggesting it <3 Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Hattie is mine!

TW for mentioned blood and gore (in the movie) and general fear

“That’s a lot of blood,” Remus remarked.

Personally, Sirius thought that was a bit of an understatement considering the gorefest happening on the screen, but he had been terrified into silence twenty minutes before and simply nodded in response.

The shrieking, wailing, and rending of various body parts continued. Hattie whined and buried her nose further into the small of his back. Smart girl, Sirius thought, cuddling just slightly closer to Remus’ side. The horror movie had been a last-minute, pick something or we’ll both be frustrated decision—now, an hour into the worst television experience of his life, he regretted every choice he had made that led them to this spot.

He turned to place a kiss just below Remus’ ear. If it also served to hide his face from the literal demonic entity that just popped out of nowhere…well, that was nobody’s business but his own. “Hey, I’m kinda tired,” he mumbled, though every nerve was alight with fear and he wasn’t sure his eyelids would ever shut again.

“Oh?” Remus kept his gaze on the screen. I love you, but you confuse and terrify me.

“Mhmm. How much is left?”

Remus picked up the remote; half a second before he paused, one of the lead characters got fucking stabbed in the back by something that had not been there mere moments earlier. Sirius jolted, stifling a shout of surprise. Remus remained absolutely still. “Whew, that was a good one,” he said mildly as Sirius struggled to regain control of his stuttering heartbeat. “Just under fifty minutes left.”

Why am I doing this? Sirius wondered internally. I have nothing to prove.

“The effects are pretty impressive, huh?”

Sirius hummed vague assent.

“No CGI or anything. Pretty cool.”

“No, yeah, definitely.”

Bones weren’t supposed to do that. Kids certainly weren’t supposed to bend like that. Sirius’ mouth was drier than desert sand and he gave up on dignity, squishing himself as close as possible under the safe haven of Remus’ arm. “The, uh—” Remus was interrupted by a blood-curdling scream that froze Sirius from the inside out. He cleared his throat. “The—I heard the director has been trying to make this for ages. It was in the newspaper last week and everything.”

“Was it?” Sirius’ voice sounded weak even to his own ears.

“Uh-huh.” Please keep talking, please keep talking, please keep talking. “Sorry, I’m probably ruining this for you.”

“No, you’re all good.” You are the only thing keeping me from crawling under the blankets with the dog.

They lapsed back into silence and Sirius squeezed his eyes shut as what was left of the main group turned their backs to the basement. The creepy-ass door was going to open—yep, there’s the creak—and then they were going to go down the rickety staircase, and then everyone was either going to die or be traumatized for life. No matter how formulaic it was, Sirius still felt ice trickle down his spine.

The next forty-five minutes passed at a glacial pace. More blood than Sirius could have imagined spattered the set, and he had stopped trying to follow the plot entirely so he could zone out instead. “Ready for bed?” Remus asked as the credits rolled, sounding entirely unfazed. Hattie crawled into their laps with a soft snuffle. “Oh, lovey, were you scared?”

Yes. “Poor thing,” Sirius cooed with as much control as he could muster, lifting her up to hide his shaky arms. Remus ducked into the kitchen to put away the popcorn bowl; as soon as he was out of earshot, Sirius leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You and me both, ma petite. You’re sleeping on the bed with us tonight.”

“What?” Remus called from the kitchen.

“Oh, nothing.” He set Hattie down. “I’ll be upstairs when you’re done.”

Sirius made it to the base of the staircase, then paused. The hallway at the top was dark; fear prickled the back of his neck. There’s no such thing as demons, he told himself, grabbing the bannister. His palms were sweating. Nothing to be afraid of. “Honey?”

“Merde!” he yelped, letting go as if it had burned him.

Remus gave him a look of alarm. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just—” He flailed a hand around, pulse pounding in his throat. “Just thought I saw a spider. Startled me.”

“…alright.”

He turned the lights on as soon as they reached the landing. Sirius had never been so grateful for the power of modern electricity. The hall was just as they had left it, looking ridiculously normal and unthreatening—embarrassment reddened his cheeks as he changed into his pajamas. Scared of your own house? Really?

Well, that wasn’t quite true—he wasn’t scared of the house itself, just the murderous entities that may or may not be living in the dryer vents. That was all.

He was feeling better until Remus turned the lights off and slipped into bed beside him, leaning over for a ‘goodnight’ kiss. “Sleep well, baby,” he said, resting his temple on Sirius’ shoulder.

“Love you.”

The trees swaying outside looked like long, bony fingers; if he concentrated, he could hear low weeping in the wind. Sirius felt an irrational fear rise when he tried to close his eyes and focus on Remus’ slow breaths—what if he woke up and there was something in the doorway? What if he had nightmares? What if his fear wasn’t irrational at all, and there was an omen he was missing—

“Sirius?”

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

Remus hesitated, then exhaled through his nose. “Can we turn the light on?”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Sirius said around a sigh of relief. “Yes. Also, please never suggest a horror movie ever again.”

“I hate them,” Remus confessed as they sat up. “I saw a commercial for The Conjuring in seventh grade and had nightmares for two full months.”

“Why did you recommend it?”

“I thought you liked them!”

“I was about to hide under the couch!” Sirius laughed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Mon dieu, that was the w—holy shit!”

The fuzzy thing under his foot made a high-pitched noise and moved; Sirius scrambled back with a strangled shout, nearly toppling them both over the other side. Remus clung to him as they both shrieked in sheer panic until the only sound was their heavy breathing. The shadow by the edge of the bed shifted again, then whined.

Sirius groaned, releasing his death grip. “Really, Hat Trick?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Viens ici.” He patted the side of the bed and the blob of inky black hopped up, then settled at the foot of the bed with an indignant huff. “Did I step on you?”

Hattie grumbled and stretched her long body across the mattress. Remus turned the bedside lamp on, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. “Well, that was mortifying.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep, but I don’t really want to go back downstairs.”

Remus laid on his back and held out his arms. “Cuddles?”

“You read my mind.”

They snuggled up to each other as tight as they could, leaving only a sliver of space between their bodies as Hattie warmed their feet. Sirius kissed the top of Remus’ head once before closing his eyes once more; they laid in silence for a moment longer, then let out twin sighs as he pulled the covers all the way up to their necks to create a cocoon of warmth and safety. The soft glow of the lamp chased away the shadows, and within a few minutes he fell into a dreamless sleep.

[oitommothetease]

Invisible String (3/?)

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 1.5k

After an exhausting day, Bucky just wanted to go home, have a drink and pass out in his bed. But of course, he had to forget his keys and phone in his office. He debated going back to the club because he knew you were going to be there. 

It wasn't like he was avoiding you, he just prevented going to places where he knew you'd be present. He stayed in his office or was just absent from the club during your shifts. Well, maybe he was avoiding you.

He was an ass to you, which he usually didn't care about because he was an ass to everyone. But for some unexplained reasons, he felt bad after being mean to you. When you walked in with your kind of a shitty story with a lot of plot holes about how you wanted to change scenery, he assumed you were sent by his enemy, Rumlow.

All it took was one background check for him to figure out you weren't lying. What he couldn't figure out was why you'd leave a perfect job in a big city and move to a smaller one and work in a club. 

He didn't need anything when he walked into that store. James Buchanan Barnes is one of the richest people in the town, of course, he had people to do mundane chores for him. He came to that store for you. He needed to apologize to you. Not only that, but he felt something weird in his stomach like he had bad hot dogs, but this was worse. It was his guilt eating him up and stealing his sleep. 

But Bucky Barnes did not feel guilty, not for some girl that threw her perfect life away for a bartender job. So he offered the job to you, simply because you wanted it so much. Maybe his approach was not ideal, but he was trying. He also didn't exactly offer it to you, but he did give it to you and left, hoping that you'd come to his club and take the job, which you did.

He would drop extra tips on your counter every now and then. He would make sure that you do not have to serve their rough customers. Likewise, he was sure Wanda and Pietro could handle anything thrown in their way like drunk touchy customers, drunk flirty customers, drunk angry customers. Furthermore, he made sure you got the busy business customers that are there for work.

It's not like he didn't think you couldn't protect yourself, but again, he barely knew you. Honestly, there wasn't much to dig about you either. You didn't lie about your college and work, and that was enough for him to believe you weren't some double agent sent to spy on him and his business. 

Still, he didn't like you. He didn't like how you were always sweet and polite to customers. He didn't like how you joked with Peter and how your eyes lit up when you laughed at something that Wanda said. Not only that, but he didn't like that his family and friends trusted you enough to hang out with you. You weren't a spy, but you could still be some sort of hypnotizing witch by the way everyone liked you in an instant. Mostly, he didn't like how he felt after getting a glimpse of you. He didn't like that he was so intrigued by you and how he wanted to know you. He didn't like how his eyes would linger on you during daily CCTV camera inspection a little longer than necessary.

Bucky just wanted to get his stuff and go back to his place as soon as possible. He didn't expect anything when he walked through the door, he specifically didn't expect his nemesis assaulting his employee.

After shoving Rumlow out of his club and away from you, the mob boss instantly made his way towards you. Bucky didn't know how to approach or console you. He couldn't touch you, he was aware that you wouldn't react positively to a man replacing the touch of a man who forced you. 

He stretched out his open palms towards you in surrender and submission, hoping that you'd realize he wasn't going to attack you.

"Hey, y/n." He gently called for you.

You flinched, but when you recognized the voice, you reluctantly opened your eyes to find his blue ones and outstretched palms in front of you.

"Hey, it's me. I'm not going to hurt you."

Carefully, you placed your hands in his, and he held yours very lightly like he was scared that you'd break. Maybe he wasn't wrong. Softly, he started running his thumb in circles on your palm in an attempt to soothe you. 

"I'm sorry," you blurted out, closing your eyes in regret.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have worn this," you could feel the tears streaming down your face, but you didn't want to face him. "It's all my fault "

In your head, you were convinced it was your fault and Mr. Barnes, your boss, is going to yell at you and fire you. You were preparing yourself for another blow that never came. 

"Hey, y/n. Please look at me."

Unwillingly, you did. 

"You listen to me very carefully. It wasn't your fault. The only person at fault here was that fucking asshole."

Bucky knew it was your trauma talking. He never forgot the resilient girl that kept dropping random movie references in a conversation with a mob boss. He thought maybe you didn't know, but both of you knew you were not naïve. He couldn't let your susceptible brain convince that strong girl that it was her fault, he desperately needed you to know it wasn't.

"No, I shouldn't have-"

"It's not your fault," he told you carefully, still maintaining eye contact. He knew you were in a vulnerable state, and he should not push you, but he also knew that your mind is going to conjure up stuff to deal with trauma. He couldn't let your mind justify a heinous, vile act of a monster. "Do you understand that?"

Begrudgingly, you nodded, and Bucky finally let a breath out he knew he was holding.

"Is there someone I can contact? A partner or a family member?"

You shook your head and took your hand away from his grasp.

"Okay, so here's what we're going to do. I'm going to take you home and we are going to talk about this in the morning. We'll take further steps when you're feeling a little better," he planned. "Does this sound okay?"

Bucky understood your nod as a yes and proceeded further," Doll, you gotta let me in, please. I can't take you home if you don't talk to me."

You blinked a few times, trying to ground yourself. Finally, you took your phone out of your back pocket and handed him the device with your address on the screen. He took it from you and without saying another word he started moving towards the door and you followed.

The mob boss would never accept this to anyone, but he frequently kept looking over his shoulder until you were seated in his car. He kneeled down and put the seatbelt on you before making his way towards the driver's seat, but when you flinched at the contact of his skin with yours, it made his heart ache.

The car ride was silent, which you didn't know whether to appreciate or not. On one hand, silence can be deafening, leaving you alone with your thoughts. On the other hand, noises can be annoying. So you settled with humming a Taylor Swift song and Bucky didn't say anything. He tried to keep his eyes on the road, but every 5 seconds he would glance your way.

After reaching your home, Bucky stayed in the living room while you got dressed in your bedroom. You called for him when you were finally settled in the comfort of the silk bedsheet you brought last week. Bucky tucked you in bed, making sure that you were comfortable and he was about to leave, but you broke the silence at last.

"What happens next?" you asked.

"If you feel comfortable, then we'll talk about this tomorrow," he informed you. "But I swear to God, doll, I will make him suffer for what he did to you."

You didn't know what that meant, so you just nodded.

"I'm going to lock the door behind me, doll. Sleep well." 

"Please stay," you murmured, already drifting off to sleep.

You didn't know whether he heard you or not. You didn't know whether he stayed or not, even if he heard you. You were too tired to check and before you knew it you were already asleep.

TAGS: @bananapipedreams  @akkinda10​

[moonlightlullaby]

i’m here

summary: on another of reader’s sleepless nights, Corpse is there for them. (prompt: “Stay with me. Just a little longer”)

pairing: corpse husband x gn! reader

category: comfort (?)

A/N: this was written for @stylistiquements​​ corpse writing event and it was really lovely working on it - thank you for the opportunity and for getting me out of my creative block 🤍 If you haven’t checked the other writers’ works, please, do! They’re amazing!! Also, let me know your thoughts about this humble piece of mine (:

word count: 1k

Masterlist

Their eyes bulge wide open. With short and quivery breaths, they are shaken back into their bedroom. 

Indulging in the relief of being here on their bed doesn’t last the blink of an eye, for this could be just a continuation of the sickening game they have been forced to play. They fist their hands around the rude cloth and forcefully blink their eyes numerous times, inspecting evey corner of the jet black room to the best of their abilities. 

The weight of their blankets is paralysing and suffocating as they drown in their thumping heartbeat and the haunting voices and screams - perhaps their own - that fill their mind to the brim. Need to know if this is real.

“C-Corpse” their whispery call gets lost in the room, almost entirely swallowed by their uneven breathing.

Closing their eyes, they take a deep breath and repeat his name, this time a little higher and stronger. The clock in their kitchen ticks and tocks. No response. A spine-chilling breeze pierces them and the lump in their throat grows. 

It must be real.

As, in the kitchen, the second hand completes another full spin, their bedroom remains an echo chamber of repressed pants and sharp silence.

Having no strength or courage to leave the bed and no clue what else to do, their hand reaches to the nightstand and grabs their phone to text Corpse. Relentlessly shaking, the only thing they manage to type is his name.

As soon as the two check marks turn blue, Corpse is out of his editing room and by y/n’s bedroom door. He knocks on it lightly. 

“Yes, captain.” a giggle accompanies his words, already expecting a dramatic plea for water or snacks as y/n must be, once again, too lazy to get up and grab whatever it is they are craving and have, once again, decided to, instead, ask the one person in the house who’s always up.

Their eyes are fixed on the door as they manage an answer out.

“Corpse” the smile on their lips as they call out his name is washed off by fear before it even gets the chance to form, let alone grow. 

He turns the knob and walks in. As soon as the corridor light invades the room and his gaze lands on y/n, he knows something is wrong. 

Despite their body spasms - which he can see even with all the layers covering them -, their posture is marble rigid and their eyes are desperate. He has never seen them like this. They look like a deer caught in the headlights. He immediately bolts to their side, alternating both sides of his hand on their forehead.

“What are you feeling, y/n? Have you eaten anything today? Do you need a pill? I can make you tea if you-” their head is shaking fervently, his word vomit not helping at all lower their anxiety. 

That’s when he notices the deep circles around their eyes and the glistening paths down their cheeks. 

Oh.

Corpse has been aware of y/n’s struggles with nightmares for nearly as long as they’ve shared this apartment.

Usually, y/n would simply cry the night away, or at least until darkness lulled them back into sleep. Other times, they would try and busy themself with something else, like watching series, movies or youtube videos; reading their comfort book; getting up and walking around the apartment like a zombie and catching Corpse off guard, making his heartbeat skyrocket at 3 am... Then, in the morning, their under-eye bags would tell their own story and y/n would just laugh it off, masking their feelings with jokes and a tough attitude.

This time was different, though, he instantly knew. He wraps his arms around their weak figure in an attempt to shield them from all the anguish, pain and fear that might be hunting them. With this affectionate contact, the dam collapses and the tears that had pooled in y/n’s eyes free themselves, flowing down their face while soft hiccups and gasps fill the air.

Whether this is a mere illusion their brain has conjured or not, they don’t care anymore. 

They allow themselves to feel. And even if they didn’t, the strength of this bottled up agony is so overpowering that they wouldn’t stand a chance fighting the tears. 

Their vulnerability tugs at Corpse’s heartstrings and he pulls y/n impossibly closer, spilling a plethora of tender shushes, “it’s okay”s and “I’m here”s. 

His voice soothes them, lulling the loud voices in their head until they’ve dissipated completely. His touch pulls them back into reality, a reality where they are not alone. His body heat thaws the walls they’ve kept up for so long. His presence there slowly but surely overshadows their demons.

While, in the kitchen, gears keep working and pointers keep moving, here, in Corpse’s arms, the veins in their head cease to throb, their lower lashes are no longer drenched, their heartbeat slows its tempo and their breathing syncs with his. Peeking down, Corpse sees their closed eyes and - considering it’s been a long time since he’s last heard their voice or felt them move - figures they’ve fallen asleep. Carefully, then, he leans them back onto their pillow and starts to slowly and silently distance himself.

This almost imperceptible change, though, is enough to pull y/n from their doze and, before Corpse takes more than one step away from their bed, they take his hand. He turns around at the sudden gesture and finds them looking up at him pleadingly, after what feels like ages since they’ve last made eye contact. 

“Stay with me.” they lower their gaze once again “Just a little longer.” the mixture of weakness, shyness and doubt in their voice contrasts with their grip on his hand. They hold on to him like a man overboard clutching a life ring.

They needn’t have asked, Corpse would - and will - stay with them for as long as they need or want him to. “Of course, y/n.” 

He finds a comfortable position on the bed and pulls their body to his, nesting them in his embrace. “I’m here.”

[songbirdstyles]

call me.

summary: being quarantined away from harry is absolute torture - until it isn’t.

warnings: smut, some fluff and angst if you squint! phone sex <3

word count: 3.4k

song inspo.: call me - blondie

You haven’t been sleeping too well since the beginning of quarantine - whether it’s the stress of what feels like the world ending or the noticeable absence of your boyfriend, lying beside you, you can’t be sure. All you know for sure is that it takes you nearly three hours of lying in bed, staring up at your ceiling in the dark and being entirely too aware of the empty space beside you in bed, to finally be able to get a few hours of sleep. And you’d even resorted to shifting to Harry’s side of the bed, where his pillow faintly smelled of his cologne, but it did little to put you out of your insomnia-induced misery.

It was a cruel twist of fate to end up quarantined on nearly opposite ends of the world from Harry. He was merely supposed to be in LA for a week or two, and you were supposed to go with him until you’d gotten sick at the last minute - and it hadn’t been a big deal, until the global pandemic locked you in London and him in California. And now, you’re wishing more than anything that you’d ignored the cold niggling the back of your throat and utilized your ticket to the states - it would’ve made the entire situation decidedly less miserable than it is.

The light of your phone screen illuminated from your nightstand tells you, in its glaring bright intensity, that it’s 3:21 in the morning. If you squint out of the window, curtains pulled open, you swear you can already see the sun, poking insistently above the horizon - but, no, surely not yet. You pray you have a little bit of time left to try and get some sleep before your biological clock forces you up.

(It’s not looking too good, though, as another minute ticks past on your phone and your eyelids still aren’t feeling the heaviness you’re craving.)

Perhaps you’ve grown too accustomed to curling up beside Harry’s body, feeling his breath against your neck when you occasionally wake up at this time for an early morning shag. And maybe you’ve been a bit spoiled, traveling with him more as your relationship progresses over the past three years - but you hadn’t suspected it would be so horrible for your sleep schedule to not have him around. Bad for your sanity, perhaps, but do you really need his body wrapped around yours to get even a wink of shut-eye during the night?

The answer was, apparently, yes, as more minutes tick on your phone and you’re still wide awake. LA is 8 hours behind London, approximately, so if it’s 3:27 in the morning here -

You’re grabbing your phone off of your nightstand without bothering to finish the math problem you’ve conjured up. Harry’s the most recent person you’ve texted and you swipe open your conversation, finger hovering briefly above the call button before tapping it gently.

There’s a chance - a small, miniscule one - that he won’t be awake. You’ve been texting him nearly every minute of every day, constantly calling him and FaceTiming and you know his sleep schedule is worsening like yours. He goes to sleep later and wakes earlier and takes naps scattered all throughout the day, so you’re prepared, emotionally, for him to not answer your call. You’ll be disappointed, perhaps, but there’s a bottle of melatonin in your bathroom you’ve been trying not to abuse during the nighttime. It makes you drowsy for working online and continues to afflict you during the day, so you’ve been trying to stay away from them.

Doesn’t mean you won’t use them, though. You simply don’t want to - if Harry doesn’t answer so you can chat until you’ve tired yourself out, then you’ll make the trek into the bathroom and succumb to the stupid pills -

“‘Lo?”

Your heartbeat picks up as you push yourself to sit up further in bed, pressing your phone close to your ear. You should’ve expected that your boyfriend would be awake now, considering it’s only 7:30 in LA, but it still brings a smile to your face to hear his voice.

“Hey, babe,” you murmur, voice quiet in the darkness of your room. There’s no one around for the loudness of your voice to disturb, but it still feels right to keep it low. “Hope I didn’t wake you.”

Harry chuckles on the other end, and you try to picture what he’s doing. When he’s home you’re usually eating dinner at this time, or curled up on the TV watching a movie, or fucking in the bedroom - “‘Course not. Jus’ got off the phone wit’ m’mum an’ had t’shower. She misses us.”

“I miss her too,” you tell him, smile widening at the thought of Anne. Yes, you miss her quite a bit - she’s always been kind to you, and more of a second mother than merely the mum of your boyfriend - but you have some sort of ulterior motive for calling him, so you figure you should get right to it. “I miss you a lot, Har. The apartment’s awfully empty without you here.”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end, for just a second, before Harry’s responding, “I miss you too - ‘course I do. Wish I’d canceled this stupid fuckin’ LA trip - I’d do anything t’be home wit’ you now.”

You sigh softly, leaning your head back against the headboard of a bed that’s feeling entirely too big for you right now. You’d always complained that Harry slept like a starfish and took up entirely too much space, but you’d swim across the ocean to curl up in bed with him for just one single night. “I haven’t been sleeping much, either. Guess I’m too used to having you here with me. You know, waking up with you on top of me and middle-of-the-night sex.”

“Middle-of-the-night sex,” Harry sighs dreamily, and you tug your bottom lip between your teeth with the beginnings of a smirk working its way onto your face. “God, I miss that. M’hand just can’t do the things you can. Doesn’t even come close, really.”

“I hope so.” And you give him a moment to bark out a laugh before continuing, clammy palm pressed to your bare thigh beneath your comforter, “My fingers aren’t doing too much, either. They’re not as big as you - can’t get me off an inch.”

His breathing is growing heavier, loud even through the phone, and you know you’ve got him right where you want him - you’re horny and he’s surely getting hard and you’d like nothing more than for him to help you get off. Just his voice, slightly raspy and deepening with every syllable, is enough to make wetness pool in your panties. “Jesus, doll - gonna make m’hard.” And then there’s a pause, where you’re surely meant to respond but all you can do is grin and try to control your breathing, before Harry murmurs, “S’what what you wanted? Wanted t’make my dick hard?”

You nod, and then breathe, “Yeah.”

“Bloody hell, you’re a minx, y’know that?” And you did, in fact, know that, so you confess your affirmations. “Guess that’s why y’woke me, then. Need me t’tire you out, don’t you.”

It isn’t a question - Harry can read you like a book, even 5,000 miles away, and he knows exactly what your intentions are. “I just miss you.” His soft, cocky laugh on the other end has you sliding your hand up your thigh, pushing your digits into your lace panties and feeling the wetness present in the apex. “Really - I miss you, and your dick - just please help me get off, Har. Won’t bother you with it ever again.”

“Don’t have t’take it that far,” but you’re hardly listening to him. The first circle of your fingers on your clit has you moaning quietly into the receiver, and you can hear Harry’s sharp intake of breath at the sound. “Startin’ without me, are you? S’awfully rude.”

“You’re taking too long,” you exhale, running your fingers through your soaked folds - but you pause, anyway, listening intently to the shuffling on the other end of the phone. “Got me so wet, just hearing you talk.”

When another second goes by with no response you pull your phone from your ear, pressing the speaker button and resting it on your tummy. You grab your comforter and pull it off the bottom half off your body, letting the cold air hit your bare legs, just as Harry groans, “Okay - m’ready. Had t’go back t’my room - but m’here now.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, taking just a moment to listen to his quiet grunts and imagine exactly what he looks like right now - sitting on the edge of his bed, pumping his cock, slow and steady at first, just to get started. “Wish you were here with me,” and as eager as you’d been to have your first phone sex experience, you hadn’t counted on the slight awkwardness that makes it harder for the words to come out. “Been - been dreaming about it, about you fucking me so good, and I wake up drenched, Har, just thinking about you.”

Just as you’d expected, Harry takes over almost immediately - he’s much better at dirty talk than you are and it’s only proven when he moans, “M’always thinking of it, fucking your pretty little cunt ‘till you’re crying. And you love it, don’t you? Moanin’ so good for me, so loud - the way you cry when I pinch your clit - can y’do that f’me, doll? Pinch your clit, just the way I do it.”

Shaking fingers dip out of your folds and trail the wetness up to where you need it most - the sensitive nub that’s throbbing for your touch. Just as he’d asked, you use two fingers to softly pinch your clit, the small action sending waves of euphoria flowing through your body as you drop your head back with a cry. It reverberates through the room, louder than any of your moans and whines, exactly as Harry had wanted.

“Wish you could do it -” you do it again and give him the same resounding cry, circling your clit one more time before dragging your fingers back down to slide between your folds. “Your fingers, they’re so much bigger than mine - feel so much better.”

“Fingering y’self?” His voice is nearly whiny with excitement and you know exactly how he looks now, his bottom lip between his teeth and sweat beading up on his cupid’s bow. “Tell me how it feels.”

You can’t quite describe it, even if you’re desperate too. Fingers curl in your cunt, brushing against the sweet spot inside of you that has your back arching off the bed, nipples pebbled and hard against the material of your soft tank top. One isn’t enough, and it doesn’t fill you nearly as much as Harry’s so you add another, taking just a second to run it through your dripping folds before pushing it in. “Oh, god - feels so good, thinking of you - two of mine s’hardly one of yours.”

To that, you get a loud groan, mingled with a low cry that sends chills crawling up your spine. For a second he doesn’t respond and you wonder if he’s cumming already - but then he’s grunting, “Miss you, on all fours f’me - s’how I’ll take you first when we see each other. G’na let me pull your hair, know you love when I do that -”

You do love it, and merely remembering the feeling of him, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulling your head up when it starts to droop onto the mattress, has your walls clenching around your digits, and you impulsively add a third.

“ - or maybe I’ll jus’ bury my head in tha’ cunt of yours. Miss the taste of it so much,” and Harry’s voice picks up, in speed and pure excitement, and you can hear the faint sound of him, pumping his cock. It’s hard to think of anything you’d love more than to watch him eat you out for bloody hours, fisting his hair and tugging on his curls just to hear his sobs. The way he flicks his tongue against your folds and slaps your clit when you squeeze your eyes shut in pure euphoria. “Taste so sweet f’me, don’t you - taste y’self for me, doll. Know you taste so good.”

Harry’s got such a hold on you, sometimes - perhaps you’d even say all the time but especially during moments like these. So you don’t hesitate to pull your fingers out of your cunt, walls fluttering around the sudden emptiness, and you bring the digits up to your mouth. Slowly your tongue swirls around your fingertips before wrapping your lips around them, and the soft moan as you taste yourself has Harry whining on the other end, the noise long and low.

Normally, when Harry asks you to do something like this you would put on an absolute show for him. Pumping your lips up and down his shaking digits, eyes never leaving his as his lips slowly part in a needy pant. And - of course - you’d always know that, when you pulled your mouth off of his fingers, you’d be absolutely in for it, and that was the thrill of it. He can’t see you (FaceTime sex is something you’ll need to bring up another day) but you still perform, adding more volume and less eye contact with the darkness around you.

His breathing is rattly when you drop your fingers down to your thighs, fingernails curling into the soft skin as you would do his back or his scalp. You give him briefly a second to take everything in, the images he must be producing, before you breathe, “Tell me what you’re doing, Har.”

“M’gonna cum soon - gonna cum on m’fist, imaginin’ s’your pussy -”

“Yeah? Imagining me sitting on your cock, right?”

By Harry’s resounding moan - the exact noise he makes when you ride him and he tosses his head back in ecstasy - you can assume that he hadn’t been imagining that, but he surely is now, and so are you. God, the way you lean back, hands to his thighs, feelings his palms run up your stomach. And they’ll circle your tits, tweaking your nipples with a lazy smirk at how fast they pebble in his fingertips, before dragging down to your clit, on display for him - and he moves them so slow, but he knows you’re aching for it.

You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing two fingers to circle your clit and sensually dragging your free hand up to your boobs as Harry moans, “Your pussy s’so tight around me - g’na fuck you so hard when I see you - you’re not gonna walk for weeks.”

It sounds absolutely dreamy as two of your fingers pinch at your nipple, closing your eyes tighter. If Harry were here he’d grab the back of your head, force your body down to his so he could lap at your nipples and relish in your sobs - and you can’t do that, necessarily, but you bring your thumb up to your tongue, licking the shaking digit before lowering it back to your nipple. It doesn’t give nearly the same effect but it’s close enough, and you can feel your cunt fluttering with desperation to cum. 

“Playin’ with my tits, Harry - pinching them just how you do.” You swallow back the urge to sob out, if only because the noise will trigger just the sort of choked up moan from your boyfriend that’ll send you over the edge and you want to last longer, dammit. “Oh, god -”

“Y’cummin’, baby?”

“No,” you exhale, “not yet -”

“Good,” and you can tell merely from the teasing lilt in his voice that you won’t last past the end of his sentence (and his staccato pants are already enough to have your clit throbbing beneath your touch), “‘cause I keep thinkin’ about that time - fuck - that time we shagged in y’mum’s house, remember? An’ I had to put y’knickers in your mouth, ‘cause you were -” and his rant is cut off by the telltale whine that’s almost always accompanied by him cumming near violently - “bein’ too loud, an’ we didn’t want your mum to hear? Be loud f’me, babe, please, need t’hear you -”

You remember that - how he was fucking you so goddamn hard your bed was hitting the wall and he had to drag you to the floor, pressed to your carpet with your drenched lace panties in your mouth. And Harry tossed your legs over his shoulder like it was nothing, pounded you into the carpet while your mum was asleep just a few doors down the hall, hand firm around your throat. He’d never done that before and God, you love it. Love it almost as much as you love him, but you figure you shouldn’t dwell on it now.

His words have the exact impact he’d hoped for and your head slams into your headboard with a choked up cry, loud through your room and into your phone, still resting on your sweaty stomach. Wetness coats your fingers as your assault on your clit continues, arm shaking with the pressure of riding yourself through the orgasm while still trying to listen to Harry - he’s sobbing out, sound of skin against skin growing louder until you hear the euphoric groan that tells you he’s reached the same high you have.

It’s a gorgeous harmony of your moans mixing together - his crackling through the speaker that’s been used and abused during your little session - and you know you’ll never get tired of it. No matter how many times you do this - for as long as you’re apart - you’ll never, ever get tired of it.

Your body is still trembling when the shockwaves of your orgasm start to wither down. There’s a thin sheet of sweat, coating your body and beading in your hairline and your fingers are covered with your cum, the bed sheets beneath you damp, too. You’ve only ever squirted a few times before - in Harry’s mouth, for the most part, with that bloody talented tongue he’s got - and you wipe the slick onto your thighs before sitting further upwards, grabbing your phone.

Harry’s silent on the other end and you squint at the screen to check the time. Your vision is clouded - perhaps your brain is simply clouded - but you reckon it says 4:00.

“Jesus,” he breathes on the other end, hardly audible through the phone. In your mind’s eye you can picture him, passed out on the bed with his legs still dangling off, running a hand through his hair to try and alleviate the sweat sticking to the curls. “Gonna have t’shower again.”

You smile, shifting back down so you’re fully lying in bed. There’s still a wet spot beneath your arse and your back but you’ll worry about it when you wake up (whenever that may be.) The idea of even moving back over to your usual side of the bed sounds like pure torture, because if you bury your nose in Harry’s pillow, it smells like his cologne with just a hint of the strawberry shampoo he sometimes steals from you. “Tired me out there, Mr. Styles.”

There’s the sound of rustling on the other end of the phone before Harry’s murmuring back, “M’glad - y’need to get some sleep, y’know. S’not good for you to be up so late.”

“I know.” Your eyes are already beginning to feel heavy as minutes continue to click down on your phone, and hearing his soft breathing is fucking therapeutic. If you close your eyes (which feels oh so good) you can almost feel him, body tight around you as he pulls your back to his chest, nestling his nose in your locks with a deep inhale that never fails to make you giggle. “I love you, Har.”

God, you can almost hear him smiling on the other end. You miss it so much - his smile - but just him, and feeling his arms around you, heartbeat against your spine lulling you to sleep. Whenever quarantine is over and you’re free to go to him, you won’t wait a second. You’ll hop on the first plane - you’ll fucking tape yourself to the side of it, if you have to.

For now, though, hearing him sleepily mumble, “I love you more, babe,” is enough. And you keep your phone planted on your chest, Harry’s steadying breathing like music to your ears as you settle in for what’s gearing up to be the best goddamn sleep of your life.