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st4rymoon · 2 months

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Can u please make a Steven smut where the reader is obsessed with pink and Marc gets her light pink lingerie but she thinks it’s from Steven and she puts on a show for him

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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞 • Fem Reader x Marc Spector (ft. Steven <3)

- 18+, reader is obsessed with pink <3, riding!, jealousy, Marc fronts half way through the deed :3, soft dom Steven, mean dom Marc, unprotected sex!, reader wears lingerie, language, pet names, fingering!, teasing

Even when Marc was angry with you, he couldn’t help but buy you a few gifts while he was away doing Khonshus dirty work.

He picked out some pretty lace sets, all different shades of pink and fully aware that you loved anything pink. Once you’d moved in, there was always a hint of pink in every direction of his flat.

Steven didn’t mind it, he loved it but Marc and Jake weren’t the biggest fans of pink blankets and pillows littering their dull apartment. Sometimes Marc would even notice the pink fluff from your plushies on his jackets and shirts.

He would never admit it but he couldn’t help but smile whenever he noticed it.

Steven had called you the night before, letting you know your boys are back from their monthly work trips.

Marc had left the bag full of lace panties and lingerie sitting on his bed with pink tissue paper fluffing up the bag. He couldn’t wait to see you light up at the kind gesture he planned.

You stepped into an empty apartment, no sight of anyone but Gus swimming around in his tank. A buzz from your phone caught your attention “sorry love Donna is making me close tonight. I’ll be out in 30”your phone read.

Disappointed at the message you sighed but sent a reassuring text telling Steven not to worry. You’d just make yourself at home.

You tried to ignore the pink bag sitting pretty on the bed the second you walked in but as always, you were curious at what it could be.

For my favorite girl was written in pink ink on a small piece of paper, a string keeping it in place as it hung around one of the bags arms.

You smiled at the small message and slowly pulled the stuffing from bag. You squealed at the sight of delicate light pink lace sets of lingerie and sets of under garments.

There was no hesitation as you kicked off your clothes and picked out your favorite piece. You went for the soft pink set that came with a bra, panties, and matching garter belt.

The panties are embroidered with a white trim, the garter belt having two pretty pink bows on both your upper thighs and the bra having identical details making it all satisfyingly match. You looked like the perfect present for your boys.

You smiled at your reflection noticing how good it all fit. Steven really did know your size you thought.

You waited for Steven as you set the mood. Lighting a few candles and playing one of Jake’s more sensual records did a lot for the little flat.

Hearing the doorknob turn made you perk up, your body now facing the door as you posed yourself in the sexist position possible.

“I’m sorry love I really am, Donna and her bloody rules” Steven hissed as he burst inside. “It’s ok, you’ll make it up” you cooed.

Steven gasped, his shoulder bag slipping off onto the ground as he stood with his mouth wide open “bloody hell love” he huffed as he stumbled across the living room and made his way to you.

You giggled as you jumped onto the bed, playfully running from Steven as he pulled at your legs. He ignored Marc’s curses and insults as Steven savored the sight of your thick thighs being hugged by the thin elastic strand of cloth.

Steven I bought it ALL for her you little shit. Don’t you dare take the fucking credit!

The words flew through Steven’s ears “missed you so much darling” he whined as you pulled him in for a kiss, the words swallowed down by your lips as you kissed him hungrily.

Both of you moaned into each other as Steven’s arms laid beside your head, holding himself up steady as you wrapped your legs around him. “Show me how much you missed me then” you cooed.

Steven you asshole!

Marc’s voice echoed in Steven’s head as Marc tried his best to ask nicely. He didn’t want to take over the body but he didn’t appreciate Steven getting all the credit. The gifts were just one of the many apologies Marc had planned out but here Steven was indulging himself.

Steven this is the last time I ask nicely.

You squirmed as Steven’s hands ran up your thighs, his soft touch making you moan as he buried himself in your neck. His tongue lapped and sucked at your skin all the while his hips rocked onto your clothed body.

“N- No!”

You noticed as Marc took over, the once soft grip now rough as his hands held your thighs like letting go was the last thing he wanted to do.

“I bought you these, I wanna see ‘em” he hissed as he pushed out Steven’s pleads and curses. “Do you really think Steven’s the only one who can do something nice for you?”

You moaned as Marc’s hand snaked from under your spine and up to your hair. “Answer me” he hissed as he tugged a fist full of your hair back “No” you gasped “I- I just thought you hated pink. I’d think you’d buy me something red” you now confidently spoke.

“Wrong” he hummed “well I’m sorry, I just thought stev-“ you were cut short as Marc tugged your panties to the side and without a word he pushed two thick fingers into your tight cunt.

You mewled as he hummed with a cocky smile on his face. Marc payed attention to the sound of your needy whines growing louder with each of his thrusts.

Without a second thought he pulled out his fingers. You cried in agony as he ignored you “please Marc I’m sorry” you whined in hopes of getting him back between your legs.

“I know, I know you are bunny” he hummed “jus’ be patient. Just be patient.”

You spread your legs wide as you watched him begin to unbuckle his belt, his hand expertly moving his buckle to the side and in one quick tug he yanked the thick leather from around his waist.

Seeing Marc so impatient and irritated at the fact that someone else was taking credit for his actions was something you never knew you needed.

The way his ruffled hair bounced with his rushed movements as he kicked his jeans off was mesmerizing. Your eyes dumbly stared at his v-line as he tossed another layer of clothing.

“You want somethin’ honey?” He chuckled, his hand nudging your thighs apart as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against your plump lips. The sloppy kiss makes the both of you moan as your tongues intertwine and lap at each other.

Marc’s calloused hand plants itself softly around your neck as his hips grind into your sticky cunt. You could feel your slick begin to pool in the thin lace as he spread your legs wider.

“Marc” you moaned, your breath unsteady as his hands ran up your thighs and played with the thin straps of your garter belt. All he let out was a hum as his eyes dragged down your body and locked between your thighs.

A loud gasp slipped from your lips as two of his calloused fingers pulled the soft fabric of your panties to the side, two fingers instantly pushing into your tight cunt. “Marccc” his name rolled off your tongue in a purr, your hand wrapping onto his wrist as he watched you go dumb.

“This all it takes? Tsk”

Marc pulled away without a warning “Look at all this mess” he sighed as he held his fingers up to his face, his thick digits now covered in your sticky slick “open” he mouthed.

Without hesitation you did as told and tasted yourself “don’t swallow” he smiled. You nodded with his fingers still in your mouth as your tongue swirling around his digits.

Marc groaned as he yanked his fingers out and held you by the sides of your jaw to keep your mouth open so he could get a taste for himself.

“I think I want you above me sweetheart, that pathetic little look on your face will look even better from above” Marc hummed.

He loved how obedient you always are with him because in no time you were pushing him onto the pillows and straddling his thighs.

You managed to tug his boxers down to his knees by the time he got comfortable “I bet you were all worked up when Steve-“ Marc cut you off before you could even finish your sentence.

“Of course I’d be upset, I wanted to be the one greeted in this pretty outfit. I bought it for you and me for a reason so I won’t let Steven or Jake get a chance” he cockily smiled.

You nodded with an amused expression “oh yeah?”

“Yeah” Marc hissed.

“Torturing the both of them just to see me in this?” You pout “it’s so unfair” you cooed as you settled above his tip “I know it is, I’m selfish” he groaned with his eyes trained on your cunt.

“Very selfish” you cooed as you sunk down his length. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he settled deep inside you, his fat tip nudging deep as you sat onto his thighs.

Marc’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he felt your tight walls squeeze him with a vice grip “f- oh-“ he gasped as your hips began to move.

You watched as his jaw tightened with every heavy thrust of his hips.

You bloody asshole! I was the first here

She wanted me first

Marc blocked out Steven’s curses and pleads as he watched your tight cunt stretch around his fat length. You were already gushing slick as Marc buried his face into the crook of your neck.

He chuckled at the lewd sounds your pussy with his hands planted on your waist. He pressed a messy kiss onto your neck before taking a better look of the mess you were making.

“Shit” Marc cursed as he took in how soaked you were “miss me this much bunny? Look at how fucking easy it is to make you all wet and sticky” he chuckled.

He smiled at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your tight cunt “using your cum as a lube huh? What’s got you so sensitive” he teased. You ignored his words as you expertly swayed your hips and rode him for all he’s got.

You mewled as each word coming out of Marc’s mouth was followed by a heavy thrust. You clawed and scratched at his shoulders as he spread your legs wide, pinning them open to each side with his thighs for better leeway.

You couldn’t resist the high pitched moan that spilled from your lips as Marc mumbling to himself. Heavy-eyed and a passionate look in his eyes as he went on and on about how good your pussy is, how much he missed being in you, and how smart it was of him to buy you these pretty little outfits.

Look so fuckin’ pretty sweetheart. Taking it like a champ huh? My sweet little plaything takin’ me so well.

You couldn’t get a word out as Marc fucked you dumb with a heavy hand on your throat “Mmm- Ma- Marccc” you mewled, nails dragging down his arms as you try and get a hold of him.

Marc hummed and gave you his hand to squeeze knowing you always craved some extra comfort. Steven watched through the mirror with a large frown on his face as he watched you cum around Marc’s cock, your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Marc glared at Steven with cocky smile.

“Who’s making you feel this good honey? Say it” Marc taunted “Marc Ma- ohh fuckk” you hiccuped “say it louder” he cooed.

Steven’s couldn’t watch. He was beyond furious as the pretty cries of Marc’s name you let out echoed through the room.

“Could Steven fuck you this good?”

Marc was cruel knowing you had no damn clue what you were saying, so cock drunk you didn’t even realize what you were getting yourself into.

“No no only you Marc fu-“

Steven scoffed. He’d just have to remind you how much better he is at fucking you.

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lyomeii · 1 year

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you fell first, but he fell harder (pt.1)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ where your feelings are correspond by the person you loves the most after years of being your heart being broken by others.( word count: 2021 )

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ft. terdeo lapireon.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: yandere themes ( but very light!), gn! reader but mentions reader wearing a dress, blood, reader almost dying,

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: took more time to write this more than expected. but it’s here :) i enjoyed writing. originally, I was going to write for more characters, but seeing the length of the one-shot, I decided to just put Terdeo here, since I never wrote for him before and also, because I little obsessed with him currently.

you consider yourself lucky.

many and many times you’ve fall in love, most people do and that’s normal! yet, you were never the first, second or even an option to them, leaving you behind and making you feel not only invisible, but made you scared of falling in love again.

it’s took many years to happen again and when did happened, you got that sense of fear once again. that common sensation that you are unlovable, invisible and not worth of love, you felt that over and over, that’s it, until you realize that they love you too.

at first, you thought to be a joke or your own mind playing tricks, yet their touch on you and the sweet words they spoken to you made you recognize they were genuine. it’s took time, but after many times being betrayed by cupid, someone have finally corresponded to your feelings.

Weirdly to say and see that Duke Lapireon is married. None expected to see the man with someone at his side, not after the whole fiasco with his previous wife. Many are curious to know why and how someone like you who is quite known for being cherubic, sweet and serene to be around.

The wedding between the two of you was simple, just Terdeo wearing the common clothes for the groom with the lack of expression on his face as usual. And you, wearing the white dress that compared to your now husband was ethereal, making you resemble an angel and receiving a little compliment from him. As he kissed you, you became part of his family and took the infamous surname.

While many theorize why you got with the Duke, Terdeo knows exactly why, after all, he is the one who asked for your hand. In order to prevent Dodolea from marrying him and to avoid her parents forcing to do so, he searched for someone who not only is willingly to marry him for the glory of being, but also that isn’t too noisy to find out about the family’s curse, luckily he found you.

As the second born of a Count and a Countess, you grow up in a loving family unlike many nobles and the fact that neither of your parents force you to get married to someone by money was what called his attention. The moment he arrived unexpectedly to your household, both of your parents asked why the suddenly visited, Terdeo told them he is here to ask for your hand in marriage.

Firstly, they thought to be a mistake, why would Duke Lapireon ask their second kid’s hand if he easily could choose anyone else. But he confirmed, asking if he had a small talk with you alone and both of them let him enter the living room where you were staying.

When he began talking with you, Terdeo quick realize that you did have a crush on him, like most lady either have. But you never force those emotions on him nor dares to confess your love, not to mention that you almost forget about his existence when you learn that he has a boy.

Asking for his son’s name, you continue to question the Duke about Selphius’ taste and if the little boy would like it if you bring toys or sweets to him. Honestly, Terdeo was surprised that you were excited to meet his nephew. It's rare for a noble to be happy if their partner has a child from previous relationships.

You moved with him shortly after the marriage, so excited to meet Selphius that you didn’t notice (or didn’t care) about Dodolea trying to approach you outside the cathedral. That caught his attention even more, and seeing you introduce yourself to the little boy was quite funny.

The little heir knew that his uncle had married, but thought that whoever was the person wouldn’t care about him and he was surprised to see you gifting him with so many gifts such as clothings, sweets and taking your time to get to know him better. Selphius quickly becomes closer to you, yet he is afraid that he will hurt you with his blood. Time goes on with you getting to know the other members of the Lapireon family.

Sercia is a woman who is cold at first, but opens her heart when seeing you interact with Selphius, taking the role of the boy’s caretaker which remembers her of her late family.

There is the doctor of the family, Phineas who is Terdeo and Sercia’s uncle who always looks busy reaching for something. He doesn’t reveal what, but he is someone good to talk with and he enjoys the pastries you send him often.

Then you met Gloria, the matriarch of the family. A woman who pierced red eyes never left your figure during her stay at the household. She questioned every person of the household if any of them told you about the family’s curse. As much as she is happy that none of them reveal the dark truth, Gloria fears that when you discover it, you won’t hesitate to leave this family behind.

One day, where Terdeo didn’t need to work, he took you and Selphius out to have a small picnic in the garden, something that you begged him for a while and that he needed to prove the cookies you and Selphius did for him.

The gentle breeze is cool, meaning that some leaves fall over the three of you, not that none of you much care about it, except Selphius who is trying his best to not let the weather ruin your looks. Moment like this make Terdeo knows he made the right choose when selecting you as his significant other, not only you fit to be Selphius’ parent, great the family with love, but also dedicate the time of your day to help him.

Many hours you spend at his side helping with the paperwork, carrying the files side to side as he guides you. The silence moments where you made a cup of coffee to help him stay awake during the late hours of the night. There was one time where he passed out after long hours of working and you (somehow) placed him on the couch then gave him a blanket to let him have a few hours of proper sleep, but you didn’t return to your shared bedroom, you stayed with him and slept in the chair closer to him.

Did those little acts make his heart softer with you? Yes. Terdeo suspected for a long time that your personality was a cover to only get the positive side of the family, however he changed his mind with the time you live along with him and the others. Even though you signed a marriage contract with him to make sure that you won’t try anything wrong or bad, but why does he regret doing so?

Slicing a piece of pie and giving it to Selphius, the little boy eats it almost in seconds, too excited. While Terdeo drinks a glass of water and you arrange the rest of the food, the boy accidentally cuts himself with the knife. The tiny drops of blood hit his vest.

Both Selphius and Terdeo panicked. They can’t get the blood on you, so the boy runs away from you while protecting his hand or at least he tries so. You grab his hand and as Terdeo failed to hold you back. The red eyes of both Laperion witness a small drop of blood hit your face, the same who made you fall in the ground.

Screams called the rest of the family to the garden to see the disturbing scene. Phineas carried you inside as Gloria and Sercia stayed to comfort Selphius. On the other hand, Terdeo is trying his best to keep calm as he makes his way to follow the doctor.

Unexpectedly, you are still alive after you enter contact with Selphius’ blood, even with high fever and incapable of waking up, you are breathing and muttering words like that sound the names of the family. A miracle that you are still with the living after getting contact with the cursed blood, something that he is thankful for.

Days pass and you don’t look better nor closer to waking up, hands cold as ice and your forehead in flames, your condition isn't the best, but he is glad that you are stronger to hold on to the symptoms and keep breathing as more time goes on.

As expected, the news that Duke/Duchess Lapireon become so Ill that they can’t move away from the bed roam the nation. Their parents made sure to visit to see and Count holds his wife to prevent the woman to scream or fight Terdeo. The woman broken down in the young man’s arms while crying how he sweared to protect them at any cost.

Other people in the nation payed their respect for the Duke/Duchess, sending tem flowers to remember the sweet person they are. The local orphanage sends a letter to their husband to showcase the many acts of benevolence you did there, the children send so many postcards wishing for a better and healthy recovery. And of course, there are those who didn’t hide their true nature. Whispering how a gold digger like you should die, yet they put an effort to hide their faces from Laperion, but one person.

Dodolea was the only person who sent a letter to Terdeo with twisted comments, saying that since you got ill enough to be bedsick, then he would need to marry again soon. He was furious as he read the first few lines of the letter, didn’t hesitate to throw it on the fireplace and watch it burning slowly.

More time passed til you open your eyes to see Selphius reading a book in the chair near the bed. He didn’t call for anyone that moment, seeing his parents finally awake and asking how school was going. To think they just woke up and are already taking care of him is amazing. The two of them spend a little time together till he calls the others.

Unsurprisingly, Terdeo was the first to make his way to your bedroom and yet, he was the last one to speak anything. He just sat in the same chair where his nephew was and stayed in complete silence. Maybe he knew what to say, but preferred to stay quiet and enjoy the cozy moment between you and him.

As the others talk with you, Terdeo’s fingers brush against yours as everyone shows their happiness to see you better and awake. He doesn’t initially notice it, but sensing you entwining his finger makes it clear. Firstly, he almost let it go, but feeling the warmth and seeing that smile of yours after so long, Terdeo continues to hold your hand even after the family leave the two of you alone in the bedroom.

His red eyes don't leave you for a time nor he doesn’t let your hand out of his, Terdeo might never admit by words, but he fears that now you will break the contact and leave the family due to the accident.

“ I understand if you wish to leave.” Terdeo says, voice almost quivering. “ There will be much of paperwork, but I assure-“

“ No!” you interrupt him, raising your voice in desperation. “ I love you, Terdeo. I truly do and so do the others of the Lapireon family, there is no chance I will ever leave this place nor this family.”

You silenced him immediately with those words. He always knew you had feelings for him, but never expected you to have enough courage to say it loud and clear.

“ Listen to me, [name].” he let go of your hands. “ You didn’t recovery enough, we will have a serious talk about it when you get better—“

“ Terdeo!” you cut him off again, now inpatient. With your hands now in his cheeks, holding his face closer to your. “ I. Not. Leaving.”

For a few moments, none of you dare to speak a word after it. Terdeo is in disbelief again, he still struck with the words you just said. His cheeks are pale red like unlike yours, he knows what he has to do now.

You could feel your heart pounding as Terdeo slowly approach his face to your. They were in complete silence as he drew closer to you and when his lips met yours.

His lips were cold, yet brought warmth to you. It felt like a dream coming true, one that you never put much faith in. For a kiss that lasted so little, it felt that everything else faded away and all that mattered was the two of them, lost in each other's embrace.

“ I love you, [name]. It took me a long time to understand it, but I promise that nothing will separate us and we will be together til the very end.”

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lucybronzey · 6 months

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hi... I really like your content and writin... you always put amazing fics out there - thank you for that 😅

I might have a slight request... if you don't mind?! can you maybe write a lucy younger sister fic, where the younger sister (like teenager old) talks to a couple of boys after a barca game and lucy scares them off by coming up behind her baby sister, wearing her resting bitch game face? and the Reader complains about it to Keira who she still sees as a big sister and Keira just laughs when the reader says "I didn't scare you away when lucy started talking to you" and Keira replies "you were scared of me" for the Reader answering "because you're nearly a ginger... I thought you just had a half a soul and would eat mine!"

Maybe... possibly? thank you ❤️

sisterly bonds and resting bitch faces - lucy bronze (ft. keira walsh)

author's note: thank you very much for your kind words! i hope i hit the right corners with this request and i hope you like it! i'm also did not create the younger sister as a teenager, otherwise, it would be goddamn n0ncey af. my paypal is still available and any donations are more than welcome: link to my paypal!

Y/N couldn't believe her luck. She had just witnessed her older sister, Lucy Bronze, play a fantastic game for FC Barcelona and now they were heading to a local restaurant to celebrate. Y/N, at 20 years old, was proud of her sister's accomplishments and loved being able to watch her play on the pitch. After the game, they found a table in a cosy corner of the restaurant and settled in.

The restaurant had a warm, rustic atmosphere, with dim lighting that created an intimate setting. Y/N and Lucy sat across from each other at a wooden table adorned with a red-checkered tablecloth. The soft murmur of other diners filled the air as the sisters perused the menu.

Lucy, in a white dress shirt and her glowing brunette hair tied in a messy bun, looked both exhausted and satisfied after the game. Y/N admired her sister's athletic prowess and often felt like she was living a dream by being able to share these moments with her.

As they enjoyed their meal and shared stories from their lives, Y/N noticed a group of guys at the bar who seemed to be watching her. She couldn't help but feel flattered by the attention and as she exchanged glances with one of them, she decided to make her move. She excused herself from the table and walked over to the bar, joining the group of guys.

Y/N was an outgoing and friendly person and she quickly struck up a conversation with the guys. They were all smiles and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her. Y/N was enjoying the attention and the playful banter when suddenly, she felt a chilling presence behind her. She turned around and there stood Lucy, wearing her infamous "resting bitch face."

Lucy, known for her tough and competitive demeanour on the football field, had a way of intimidating people without even saying a word. The guys, who had been so friendly just moments ago, suddenly looked like deer caught in headlights.

Lucy glared at them for a moment, her intense gaze making them squirm. Y/N tried to defuse the situation, introducing her sister.

"Guys, this is my sister Lucia - you know, the football star." She tried to sound casual, but her voice trembled slightly.

Lucy raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, her aura still radiating a no-nonsense attitude. The guys stuttered, their words stumbling over each other, as they mumbled their greetings to Lucy. It was clear that they were now more interested in escaping the intimidating presence rather than getting to know Y/N.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated. After all, she thought that Lucy, the older sister, would have been more understanding. She returned to their table and once they were out of earshot, she turned to Keira, another close friend whom she still considered a big sister.

"Keira," Y/N began, her tone filled with frustration, "I did not scare you away when Lucy started talking to you, did I?"

Keira chuckled softly, taking a sip of her drink. "Oh, you certainly did, but in a different way."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, curious about what Keira meant. "How so?"

Keira leaned in with a playful grin. "Well, you were scared of me because I'm nearly a ginger. I thought you just had half a soul and would eat mine!" She teased, referencing Y/N's earlier comment about Lucy's intimidating presence.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, realizing the irony in the situation. "Fair enough, Keira. But Lucy's resting bitch face is on another level."

Keira nodded in agreement, her green eyes twinkling with amusement.

"You've got a point there, sis, you've got a point." They both shared a good laugh, savouring the memorable night they had with Lucy and the humorous twist to the evening's events.

The night continued on a lighter note, with the trio sharing stories, laughter, and good food. Y/N, still buzzing with the excitement of the game and her newfound friends, couldn't help but appreciate the unique dynamics between her and her two "sisters." Keira was a close friend who had practically become family over the years and Lucy, the formidable football star, was her blood-related older sister.

As the night wore on, Lucy began to relax, her competitive edge mellowing as she embraced the joy of the evening. Y/N noticed a shift in her sister's demeanour and it was clear that Lucy was genuinely enjoying the time spent with her younger sibling and friend.

Lucy even shared some funny stories from her soccer career and Y/N and Keira couldn't help but tease her about her infamous "resting bitch face." Lucy rolled her eyes and protested that it was all just for show on the field, but she couldn't deny that her intimidating presence had come in handy more than once.

The evening eventually came to an end, and the trio made their way back to the car. Lucy was still basking in the afterglow of her victory, and Y/N and Keira were happy to share in her success.

Sitting in the backseat of the car, Y/N turned to Keira and sighed with a mix of contentment and humor. "You know, Keira, despite everything, I wouldn't trade these two for the world."

Keira grinned and ruffled Y/N's hair. "I wouldn't either, Y/N. We're a crazy, but amazing bunch."

Lucy glanced at them through the rearview mirror, her blue eyes softening as she smiled. "Love you two," she said, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the unique relationships she had with her older sister and her dear friend. They might have their quirks and differences, but their bond was unbreakable, and the adventures they shared were priceless.

The car drove on, carrying the three women home, their laughter filling the night air.

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dawndelion-winery · 7 months

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I Can See You

Warning: suggestive, use of f-word (not the slur)

They get dressed up all nicely for you the spooky season (modern au)

Ft. Alhaitham, Childe, Kaeya, Kaveh, Scaramouche

Alhaitham:

He didn't really see a point in getting in costume just for candy

But you insisted, and who was he to refuse to accompany you?

He honestly wasn't very pleased

Until he found a few costume ideas people were posting about

If his boyfriend-material turtleneck sweaters weren't form fitting enough, the skintight latex suit he was getting definitely was

He had no business dressing up as batman, flaunting his ass and abs like that

Still, he told you not to worry, as he'd cover up

And by that he meant wearing a full on suit and tie over it

Suddenly you're not so keen on leaving the house and it's Alhaitham complaining about how you're not getting ready to go trick or treating

Not that he actually minds, of course, given how the fit that night was picked out with the sole intention of convincing you to forgo the candy raid

Childe:

He's nothing if not extra

Full on SFX make up and everything

He made the side of his mouth seem torn and basically doused himself in fake blood (he assured you it was fake)

Fake burns to top off his already existing scars?? It's like he was dressing up to be the victim of some monster attack

And of course, he had to rip up his clothes to really sell the look

Ajax tearing shirts wasn't something you knew you needed to see

Seeing the fabric pull apart with a shrrrppp sound and loose seams dangling over toned muscles littered with as many scars as freckles

They're all old wounds, but the fake blood reminds you of when some of them were fresh and you were helping him tend to them

As you subconsciously reach out to caress the side of his stomach where a nasty old gash was, you felt his warm hand over yours

Right, well, Ajax always was a touchy person, so he never had any qualms about you feeling him up now and then if anything he wished you would more often

It was a soft moment until he spoke up

"Want me to rip up your clothes too? Though they might not be able to stay on then."

Kaeya:

You only ever get one of two things with this man

He dresses cute, or he dresses slutty

And you not wearing the matching peacock onesie with him meant he was dressing slutty

Hence the Seele cosplay

But without the wig, so he looks mildly cursed

Boi really out here strutting with everything on display like goddamn all this for free???

It was not, in fact, free

If you're not getting handsy on him along the way, he's keeping his hands on you because frankly, how could you not give him any attention when he's dressed all "fancy" for you?

Hi please appreciate his hips or he's going to dislocate his pelvis trying to flaunt himself in front of you /hj

Kaveh:

He's putting way too much into an outfit he's only going to use once

And you know damn well he's going to then use that as an excuse to keep using the costume

I mean, does he really need to recreate a fully functional Iron Man suit???

According to him the answer was an obvious yes

Honestly you were just a teeny but disappointed because you wanted to see his face

Which wasn't as much of a problem as you'd anticipated because it got hot in there, so he'd pop out of the suit every so often

You'd never been more appreciative of white dress shirts

More specifically the white dress shirt he chose to wear into that portable mechanical sauna he'd made himself

Yeah, maybe he really should use that suit at every opportunity

Scaramouche:

If you find him hot in his costume, you are 100% a monster fucker

Like Ajax and Kaveh, he goes all out

Except instead of aiming for visual appeal, he's going straight for trying to traumatise children

I hope you're not scared of zombies because he's painted himself grey and made faux scarred tissue all over

On top of tearing his clothes, he's burnt parts of it, and the shirt was pretty much just a few strips of cloth at this point

Oh, you thought you were going to have your boyfriend shirtless all night?

Well yeah, but somehow with what seems to be massive chunks of flesh missing and ribs poking through

His pants were, unfortunately, intact for the most part, with the hems undone and a little scorched

10/10 decaying zombie, and he makes you go as a zombie hunter equipped with a flamethrower

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sednas · 2 years

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𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐁

⠀ૈ☆ ft. sub!gojo, sukuna, toji x gn!reader

⠀ૈ☆ tw: begging, praising, noncon, shibari, death threats, use of a fleshlight, handcuffs

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

"what did I just tell you?"

your sharp voice makes his eyes shoot open. he tries, he really tries to articulate an answer, but all he can do is whimper, his lower lip trembles while he's grabbing the bedsheets in a desperate hold. you look at his pretty features while moving the vibrator, his forehead is sweaty, you can barely see his blue eyes, his pupils are blown out.

"you're so cute. already too fucked up to talk." you think out loud, dragging the toy along the sensitive veins, making him twitch.

his whole body is trembling, his dick leaks with pre-cum, desperately waiting for its liberation as you keep slowing down the vibrations, making him loudly whine.

"no, no! please. let me cum, I-I'll do anything you want, just let me cum please." he managed to say through his breathy moans.

you smile, turn off the vibrator and replace it with your hand, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"but you already do everything I want, baby. look at you, shaking underneath me, I can do anything I want with you."

this makes him moan, feeling you squeeze him a little harder in your hand. your smile grows wider when you see drool pouring out of his parted lips, he's so whiny, so desperate for your touch and attention, you can't help but be soft with him. you jerk him faster, his hips thrusting in your hand as he keeps begging, broken pleads echoing in the room.

"cum pretty boy, you're allowed to."

your order goes straight to his cock, twitching as gojo's eyes roll back, cumming in a weak moan, his semen painting your hands and your chest in white. you kiss his dick, making his body jolt with overstimulation.

"such a good boy..."

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 pulled on the unbreakable ropes from your shibari cursed technique, his relaxed smile contrasting with his dark eyes, throwing daggers at you.

"oh what am I going to do with you once I get free..." he whispers between his teeth, poison in his voice.

his words make you grin, and you get your face closer to his.

"and what are you going to do? kill me?" you smile, kneeling on the floor to be at the same height as him.

he's on his knees, tight ropes forcing his thighs open, leaving on full display his hard member, letting you know how much he's aroused. he's helpless, his arms tied behind his back, no matter how much strength he has, these ropes only obey to you. taking his chin between your fingers, you smile when a mouth full of teeth appears on his cheek, trying to bite you.

"such a brat, maybe I should put a muzzle on you."

sukuna hisses at the word brat, already starting to answer back but his words are replaced by a gasp when he feels your lips wrap around his cock. he's about to degrade you for sucking him so willingly but he can barely feel your lips that they're already gone. your soft hands run along his thighs, then press on his abdomen, making his cock rises a little higher in the air.

"beg me to suck you."

sukuna scoffs, and you can see the muscles of his arms tensing as well as the ones of his thighs.

"you fucking bitch I'm going to kill you."

you fake a sad face, one of your finger tracing the tattoos on his chest.

"wrong answer baby. that's so sad, I could have made you feel so good. you cooed, eyeing in between his legs, his red tip starting to leak with arousal. your cock looks so needy right now."

as if it was answering you, it twitched when you pulled sukuna's hair.

"you better start running slut, once I catch you it'll be all over." he says, his head pulled back because of your hand in his hair.

smiling, you kiss his adam's apple, licking his soft skin.

"we'll see if you're still coherent enough to do that once I'm done with you."

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈's hips thrust in the fleshlight, letting out a muffled moan.

"does that feel good honey?" you ask at your husband in a velvet voice, making him lick his lips.

as an answer, you can see him pulling out on his restraints, both of his hands chained to the bed. he could easily break these fantasy handcuffs, but he won't, he likes having you in control for once, it can let him time to think about what he's going to do with you once he's free to move.

"I bet this is really fun for you sweetheart isn't it? ah shit!" he curses, feeling you jerk the fleshlight faster.

it feels good, but nothing can compare to the feeling of you wrapped around him, his fingers dig into the sheets, wishing it was your skin instead. his green eyes fall on your naked body kneeling in between his legs, he lets his gaze linger on the curves of your body, groaning and thrusting his hips harder. you can't help but press your thighs together, watching his big cock disappear into the fake pussy, he must feel so good, throbbing and painfully hard like that.

"careful sweetie you're almost drooling." he grins, and as an answer you look at him in his eyes before spitting on his cock, the drool spreads all over his member, the fleshlight sliding even faster than before.

he bites back a moan, the movement of his hips becomes messier as his dark gaze falls on you once again. you know he's not going to cum anywhere else but in you, and you can tell he's getting more and more desperate.

"fuckin'hell y/n please let me fuck you." he manages to say, his breathe hitching in his throat.

you smile, bending over to kiss his parted lips, feeling him pull out on his restraints, dying to run his hands on your soft body. his hot breath caresses your face, you brush his black hair out of his sweaty forehead and he hums a little at the contact of your warm hand.

"you got your fun sweetheart, now untie me or I'll do it myself."

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roronoaism · 9 months

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♥︎ LIKE THE WAVES IN THE SEA ♥︎

+ warnings: dom!afab reader, public sex on a beach, drunk sampo, sampos your bf, cowgirl position, subby and whiny sampo, heavy mommy kink, sum nipple sucking, mention of finger sucking, unprotected sex, reader doesnt cum

+ ft: drunk sampo

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ note: sorry for it being rushed, also this is just a quick one, straight to the smut. apologies for any incorrect grammar/misspelled words, this wasnt proof read

your boyfriend was drunk. again.

it always happened, especially when you two went out on the beach or for any sort of romantic date. even worse, he always got horny, to the point where he needed to be fucked at that moment, unless you wanted a whiny and uncompliant sampo (which was a terrible combo).

“come here, big boy”, you mumble, dragging him away to some hidden area underneath a boardwalk.

“y-yes mommy”, was his response, before grabbing your hand and clumsily following behind u.

once u got him situated and sat down, u placed your hand on his chest, kissing his forehead.

“please, y/n, fuck me” sampo mumbled in his drunk haze. He looked so desperate, just absolutely needy. how could you say no to your sweet, sweet boyfriend?

“of course, darlin’“ you whisper into his ear, sliding down his swim trunks and revealing his aching dick. his pretty pink tip was already dripping precum, just begging for your attention. you sit on his lap, gridning down on his dick.

“m-mommy, please, jsut fuck me already.... i need it” sampo whined, hiding his face in your neck while rutting up into you.

“babe, calm down, youll get it eventually” you stroke his face, placing his hair behind his ears. as you leave kisses down his jawline and approach his chest, you hear his whine and whimpers picking up.

“shh” you place a finger to his mouth, which he lazily starts sucking on. “we don’t want people hearing us, as much as i love your moans and cries of pleasure.”

he nods in response, letting your finger fall out of his mouth.

you kiss his chest, before popping one of his nipples in your mouth, rubbing the other one with your free hand. sampo moans, his hand running through your hair. his nipples were always so senstive, you think to yourself, licking around his sensitive bud.

airy hisses and moans sound from sampo, as he begs you to fuck him and stop teasing.

“beg for it”, you hiss, switching your mouth to the other nipple.

“please mommy, please, ride my dick till im dumb, let me fill you up like a pussy whipped fool, please mommy please. i need you” sampo whimper and whined, begging for just a bit of pussy “just the tip, i can do just the tip if you want.”

god, his begging had you wet. you stroke his hair, whispering into his ear. “fine”. you pull down your bikini bottoms, exposing your soaked pussy.

“ready, handsome?” you ask, sliding yourself onto his dick. it burned, as you hadn’t prepared yourself at all, but god, it felt good too see sampo whimpering and whining under you.

“who’s my good boy” you whisper into his ear, before slowly bouncing up and down on his dick.

sampo’s eyes roll back into his head, his hands finding their way to your ass. he moans, trying to fuck up in you and meet your movements. “mommy, it feels so good-” he whines, drool dripping from his plush lips. “m close”

“already? i barely even did anything- all that teasing got you worked up?”

“y-yes mommy” he moans, slowly loosing his mind as you rode him faster.

“m, imma cum!! mommy, please, c,can i come? ill be good i promise!” sampo’s brain was mush, his words falling out mumbled and smushed together.

“yes, darling” you kiss his forehead, pushing his dick deep in you.

sampo lets out a choked whine, before painting your walls white. you still, holding his face in your hands and kissing him. “you were such a good boy, weren’t you?”

“y-yes” he mutters, barely audible as he catches his breath.

as you caress him, helping him calm down and collect his thoughts, you hear people approaching your hiding spot.

shit.

#star rail smut #sampo x reader #sampo smut #sampo koski #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #sampo koski x reader #sampo koski smut #♥ - vinnies corner

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lixzey · 3 months

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the start of everything

note: starts in 2016, where they are both 14.

1: young half bloods

2: newbie

3: luke castellan learns a valuable lesson (he gets distracted, most of the time)

4: Annabeth attends a fashion show (and realizes it isn’t for her)

5: capture the flag (and her attention, if possible)

6: strawberry fields, wildflowers, and annoying boys

7: prank wars and unsuspecting victims

8: punishments and prayers

9: luke, the big stupid idiot

10: Oh, I don't know why she's just my type

11: Stay away from me. Don’t look at me. Don’t even breathe the same air as me.

12: I can't believe that I have to put up with your annoying face all year.

13: snowball fight, cabin ten versus cabin eleven

14: the more you hate, the more you love

15: capture the flag: luke led us to victory!

16: smores and chores

17: cheeseburgers and barbies

18: to charm the charmer

19: luke tries forging, gardening, and poetry (failing miserably)

20: pleas, bargains, and bets

21: She doesn’t like surprises. Do you really want another black eye?

becoming friends and more

22: a letter from dear old daddy

23: daddy issues ft mommy issues

24: hide and seek with the harpies

25: your house is haunted

26: somehow, he knew

27: nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter

28: christmas getaways, new york city, and secret glances

29: new years, new beginnings

30: back to camp

31: sparring, smiles, and sweet talks

32: a field trip to olympus and look alikes

33: my girl

34: moonlight rendezvous

35: steal my girl

36: a picnic and eavesdropping siblings

37: grouchy

38: she is beauty, she is grace, and she will punch you in the face

39: Maya starts junior year

40: you?

41: popcorn, movies, and slushies

42: I’m a feminist, obviously. But, I wouldn’t really mind him savin’ me and I know that I’m fine without a man but I think I would like his protection.

43: sweet sixteen

44: with you I'd dance in a storm, in my best dress, fearless

45: hot cocoa, longing glances, and mistletoes

46: wanna bet?

47: school is boring, wanna go somewhere?

48: camp

49: rumor has it

50: the best swordsman at camp and a furious maya williams

51: i’ve never heard silence quite this loud

52: capture the flag: a great way to destress - cabin five, probably

53: thin white lies

54: that brainless idiot

55: jealousy, jealousy

56: patience wearing thin

57: oblivious idiots and chris gets twenty drachmas richer

58: confrontation drama

59: You are in love!

60: stupid cupid, stop picking on me!

61: everyone wants him, that was my crime

62: I'm so in love with you and I hope you know

63: give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

64: interventions, stubborn idiots, and annoying siblings

65: somebody to you

66: don’t take it personal, but personally you’d be better with somebody like me

67: i think it’s time i lay my heart out on the line

established relationship:

68: i once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

69: in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

70: you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes

71: take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one i got

72: to be young and in love in new york city

73: fight so dirty, but you love so sweet.

74: Luke, the lovesick idiot

75: your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me

76: promises sealed with a kiss under the velvet sky

77: golden apples and worries

78: pain of words

79: quest blues

80: iris messages and nightmares

81: stupid quest, stupid apples, stupid dragon

82: birthday blues and special surprises

83: i fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter

84: darkness inside

85: christmas traditions

86: i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck

87: devil in disguise

88: all of the city lights never shine as bright as your eyes

89: i love the way you’re screaming my name

90: valentines day

91: some days, you're the best thing in my life. sometimes when I look at you, i see my wife

92: love languages

93: demigod pick up service

94: across my memory

95: monsters

96: four walls and a roof

97: closets and radios

98: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, cookies, and kool aid

99: pent up anger

100: dance around the living room, lose me in the sight of you

101: on with the quest

102: Drew

103: all i did is try my best, this the kind of thanks i get?

104: only an angel, never a god

105: and in the middle of my chaos, there was you

106: touch her and i’ll break your neck

107: if anybody hurts you, i’m going to prison for life

108: legal age, baby!

109: I can't keep my hands to myself. I mean I could, but why would I want to?

110: prom dances and birthday cakes

111: I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

112: big blue house

113: great to be back

114: peace and quiet

115: orders from the pit

116: makeshift prom

117: Can I have this dance?

118: handsome, you’re a mansion with a view

119: cockblockers—nope, I mean kids.

120: amorous activities in the armory

121: suspiciously quiet

122: Happy birthday! You can finally get arrested!

123: the winter solstice

124: meddling cocky son of a bitch

125: don’t be suspicious.

126: nightmares

127: if you’re tired, you can lay your head on my lap

128: lazy day, cuddles, and kisses

129: she looks so perfect

130: until we’re gray and old

131: just normal days

132: A prophecy

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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hellooo can u do a green/red flags list for kunigami? thank u <3

( ✮ ) OUR RELATIONSHIP ft kunigami rensuke

🧺 𓂃⭑ᜊ an: I know I've said this a million times but I enjoy doing things u guys asked me to! It gives me extra motivation rather than when I'm doing it on my storylines sksksksjsk anyways, enjoy xx

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Kunigami wasn't a red flag type of guy AT ALL! I think he was the definition of the walking green flag. He walks so the rest of Blue Lock can run (fr). His first green flag would be:

His way to start the relationship. I think he would be the guy that would do the cliche date just to confess. He would set a date at the beach. An (unofficial) picnic date on the beach, watching the sunset, walking along the seaside, and hand in hand y'know, that type of date. At the end of the day, he would just hold your hand and told you how much he loves you, how long he's been in love with you. (You'd cried btw 😞)

After you both are official, he will continue showing love, he know what he has to do and whatnot. He will literally do as you said, if you said 'no pda' then no it is but if you wanna be extra clingy then he'll let you. He is like a puppy (to you only 😋). He is best at his words. Just know what to say to make you feel better on your bad/red days etc.

His love language is WORDS OF AFFIRMATIONS EVERYBODY!!!! *massive applause* AND PSYCHICAL TOUCH!!! I just know he'll give you the best warm hug and then pat your back on a soothing manner and then give you a sweet words of comfort and lul you to sleep sometimes.

Kunigami is a man of his words. If he said tomorrow you both are going on a date even A LAST MINUTE morning practice can't stop this guy. He'll ditched the world to keep his promises with you.

He is neat ok ok ok. Not like Barou but he's a clean person. Well organized and tidy. There would be a time where he would just slump on you after practices but that rarely happened. Once in two months???? He loves helping you straighten up, you two even had a routine and time which do this job for the day.

Oh and he loves cuddling! Doesn't matter in bed, on the couch, outside, at school or anywhere he loves cuddle! He would just sit by your side arms entangling and head in between your neck and shoulder.

Okay I did say he was a walking green flag but he has his red flag too, Okay it wasn't obvious and damaging but it's still a red flag ok. Only one!

Insensitivity. This man is blurred, dumb, curious, and confused 24/7! You can sit at a table with friends, guys, and girls. Girls can surround him, flirting and giving him smooth pick-up lines but this man would just look in between them and nodded. It was not like he was paying attention or anything but he can't say no! He was not enjoying it NO! But he doesn't know what to do! The boy is confused all the time, sometimes you have to do the work and get him out of awkward situations. And he would still just look at you starting dumbly and goes like 'What happened?' He's like a puppy but with a little time it irks you! Not really but you are kind of pissed off at his confuse demeanor

But he makes it up, by saying sorry and lets you explain to him what to do when he's ever in that situation again! Of course, he should speed up and run.

Lastly, The relationship is still going strong, and sometimes it even crossed his mind to marry you someday. Seeing you walking down the aisle with a a stunning white dress with flowers in hand and him waiting for you with his black tuxedo. Kissing to wrap up the beautiful moment. He can only smile and wait until he got a permanent job to buy you a diamond ring ( you always told him to make you a paper ring only! You loved it!!' and propose and live happily with you!!!! The end.

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svajonesblog · 1 year

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Ateez reaction to s/o writing them a huge love letter (hyung line)

Scenario

your boyfriend had been nothing but amazing to you so you decided to do something for him

Seonghwa :

Coming home at 12pm was not he’s plan

He felt bad knowing that you probably are already asleep

But was surprised when he saw the living room light on

You greeted him with a smile and after taking off his shoes he dropped his bag and sat next to you bringing you closer

“What are you doing up sweetheart ? It’s late you should be asleep “ he said kissing your cheek

“ I know just wanted to give you something “

You walked into your office and brought beck a light green peace of paper that was folded in half

“What’s this ?” He said as he took it you sat down next to him putting your head on his shoulder “open it “

And he did , it had a white peace of paper with the words “ to my only one “ on it

He pulled the paper and to his surprise it unfolded to 15 peace’s of paper

It took him a 25 minute to read it seeing all types of happy expressions on his face

He sat it down on the table and turned to you “ my baby is so adorable !!! “

He was all over you that night kissing you and Hugging you he made sure the latter was in a safe place

The Sentence the caught his attention most

“ and as I held you in my arms that day I felt like I held the universe”

Hongjoong:

You owned your own successful business

Most times you worked from home but you had to go abroad for an important collaboration

Both of you and your bf were sad about it because he had a very successful comeback that week which means you had to miss the celebration party

on face time he told that Him and the boys i are going to get this huge award Tomorrow and he was excited and wished you were there

You felt bad because Hongjoong always talked about if he received Saïd award he wants you to be there

So as tomorrow came when he was in his dressing room getting ready he heard a knock on the door and asked San to open it

A man in a fancy suit step in “ I have a special delivery for Mr Kim Hongjoong?”

“ i didn’t order anything though? Does it say from who ?” Asked a very confused hongjoong

“Yes it’s from miss l/n y/n ?

He immediately sighed for it and took the box

“ ohhhhh hyung you’re blushing “ said wooyung as San pushed him leaving the room with the others giving the leader some time alone

He opened it to see a flower bouquet made with green and yellow papers with a note that says “ open every flower love “

He’s smile kept on growing bigger and bigger as he opened the flowers finding cute notes or compliments

He ft you later telling you how much he adores you and the gift and he promises that once you get back he will have the best gift ever for you

The sentence the get his attention most :

Your beautiful ! Every moment that I spend with you is simply wonderful

Yunho:

You have been locked in your office for hours

Yunho didn’t know what were you doing but he knew that if you spend another hour in there he is going insane

He heard you make a few noises of paint here and there and that was not helping him calm down

Every time he tries to come in you just yell at him to go away and wait and that’s your fine

When it was dinner time you came in to the dining room with a bunch of bangs on your hands

“Are you okey ?!” Your bf asked as he set your plate down

“Yeah i wish someone told me that cutting tape while sleep deprived would cause me 20 cuts “

He was so confused but kept quite due to the fact you asked to just eat so you could show him what you have been working on

After dinner you asked Yunho to follow you to your office upstairs

When you walked in the floor was covered with papers stickers coloring pencils hot glue cardboard peaces

“Take a seat “ he set down and you handed him a book when he opened it he teard up

The book was hand made by you it had all of your funny stories together pictures text messages and even the amusement park tickets from your first date

“ ohh baby I’m keeping this forever !! I love you so much your the best “

The sentence that got his attention the most :

“Even when the world is falling apart even when the sun doesn’t shine I promise I will always be yours and will always be mine “

Yeosang:

It was after you got in to a huge fight with him

It wasn’t like you to start anything

But you were stressed and just Wanted to to sleep and he kept going on and on about how fun their new dance instructor was

And something came over you and you screamed that if she was so fun he could go to here instead and just let you sleep

When you woke up the next day you realize what you had done and wanted to apologize

So you worked hard that day you cleaned the house and cooked a nice meal and worked on an your apology latter

Yeosang was surprised when he saw a text from you telling him to go to your shard bedroom when he gets home

He picked up some flowers for you as an apology and went he reached home he went upstairs

When he walked in he found a envelope ( like this one ✉️) with a heart on it on your bey

He opened it and saw that it was a map of your house

He followed the direction on it to every room of your house finding letter after letter when he entered your backyard he found a candle lit dinner with you waiting for him

“Oh baby you didn’t have to “

“ yes i did I’m really sorry for lashing out on you I was really tired and you kept going on and on about the her and I just -l”

“ no it’s fine I shouldn’t have been talking about her in the first place I love you baby let’s just enjoy our evening ,yeah ?

You kissed and made up and he couldn’t stop talking about the love letter he found and telling you how much he loved you

The sentence that got his attention most :

I always thought i can do it alone ,but then I fall in love with a boy that took away all my pain “

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez reaction #atinyateez #ateez imagines #kpop reactions #ateez x atiny

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lovesick-feelings · 2 years

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Hey its my birthday today :3. And I was wondering how yandere funtime freddy would react.

Also your one of my favorite yandere writers :>

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR READER!!! (⁀ᗢ⁀) Thank you for your support I really appreciate it! This was a bit rushed so I might come back to edit a few things but I hope you have a great day and may all your birthday wishes come true, love! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

“IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY?!!!”

🎂 How didn't he know?! The one day he didn’t ask, it turns out to be your birthday! Don’t worry Cupcake, he promises to make up for it!! Unfortunately, you couldn’t hear him because your ears ruptured after hearing the equivalent of a jet taking off.

🎂 He’s starting the party preparations right away! The moment you blinked, you had already gained a birthday hat, birthday sash, and party horn in your mouth. You’ll have to stay in the Breaker room while he goes to prepare the party room. So get ready for the surpriiiiiise~!!

🎂 Once the time has come, Freddy will drag guide you to the room hovering his hand over your eyes so you won't peek. You both suddenly stop and he uncovers your eyes

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!”

🎂 Everything is neatly decorated with party streamers and balloons hanging on the walls. White table cloth with pastel party hats and noisemakers. Confetti covers the tables and floor. Even a pinata hung up in the center of the small round stage. You could tell the bear and bunnies put a ton of work into making the party room look as presentable as possible.

“C-C’mon birthday kid! The f-fun has just begun!!”

🎂 You are now the center of Funtime Freddy’s attention and, oh boy, is it something. He’ll do anything from your favorite party games to performances to please you. Don't forget the million back-breaking hugs too! He wants this to be the best birthday you’ll ever have since it's your first birthday with him.

🎂 Even Bon Bon and Bonnet are putting their hearts into your party. It’s a tiring task with Funtime Freddy’s energy rate already being at an all-time high, but they wouldn't want anything less for their best friend! They had to make sure you were okay and wouldn’t get too overwhelmed by Freddy’s overbearing enthusiasm.

🎂When it’s finally time for cake, Freddy will proudly bring out a beautiful pastel circus-themed cake. Seeing you look at the cake with glee while he lit the candles made him bounce with excitement. It brings back the good ol’ days when he held birthday parties for children. No matter though he had you and that was more than enough for him!

🎂 The animatronics sing you the birthday song (Funtime Freddy the type of fella to say cha cha cha during the birthday song) and you blow the candles. The cake was surprisingly your favorite flavor. You couldn't remember when you told FT Freddy about it but the cake had such a sweet, savory taste to it you weren't going to question it. If it wasn’t for Bon Bon you’d probably never have been able to finish your cake with Freddy’s endless questions and chattering.

FT Freddy: “Does it taste good? What do you think of the colors? I know what your favorite flavor-r is but I changed the colors because I wanted it to match the c-cake and I liked the colors because they ma-matched my colors so I ended up choosing -” 😋

Bon Bon: “Freddy PLEASE let them eat their cake…” 😅

Bonnet: *Giggles* “I’m sure they love it!” 😊

🎂 Now for the finale, gift opening! There are only two gifts; the first one you open is one from Bon Bon and Bonnet. Inside was full of prize corner toys and sweets. Even a handmade card with a drawing of the four of you together. Appreciating the bunnies, you hugged and kissed their foreheads. Bon Bon smiled and thanked you while Bonnet, being bashful, covered her face. Funtime Freddy’s heart just flatlined

🎂 Freddy eagerly pushed his gift towards you, excited to see your reaction. Despite the gift's innocent look, you could feel your stomach turn when you held it. You couldn't tell if it was from the sudden odor or the small red specks on the box that made you feel uneasy. Not wanting to be rude, you opened the gift without questioning it. You froze. As soon as you saw the bloody mess of a still beating heart, you understood what it was. Bon Bon and Bonnet, oblivious to what you saw in the box, asked if you were okay. A sudden embrace from Funtime Freddy snapped you out of shock. A sick love-struck expression plastered on his face. He knew he couldn't give his own non-existent heart, so surely someone else would do the job.

“Hahaha! I hope you liked our birthday surprise, cupcake! Now, how about a little k-kiss~”

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litepowee · 1 year

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𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡...

ft. Manjiro Sano

cw. hurt/no comfort, gender-neutral pronouns, angst, childhood friends to lovers au

wc. 1.3k

a/n. this is a re-write of something from my old blog. was in a angsty mood, but i just want my boy to have a chance to break down in someone's arms (╥﹏╥)

You looked as gorgeous as ever, though that wasn’t anything new in Manjiro’s mind. Since the first day he met you, ‘gorgeous’ had always been on his mind. But today, it just felt different. Something in the back of Manjiro’s mind told him that today was different, that somehow without him noticing, you were different.

The white dress adorned your body so perfectly, hugging your curves and flowing out in a trail behind you so elegantly. Even with all the eyes of family members, friends, and anyone in-between on you, you still stood as confident as ever. As the piano started playing, Manjiro could feel himself subconsciously stiffening up seeing you in the doorway. You looked simply breathtaking, he almost succumbed to the urge to pinch himself; just to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

God, how many years had he known you? It has to be at least 10? Maybe 11 or 12 years, if you’re really trying to get specific. The first time Manjiro saw you was when Emma had brought you back to the dojo, introducing you to all of her big brothers. Eyes glistening with pure amazement as you watched him and Keisuke practice. Emma basically had to drag you away from the dojo to get your attention off them.

Those years were long gone, but that didn’t mean that you had ever disappeared from the Sano's life. You became closest with Emma but never turned down an offer to train with Mikey and his friends. Throwing punches and kicks far more impressive than some of the members of Toman themselves.

As years upon years sped by, what had started off as friendship had developed into more as you developed into adulthood. Manjiro’s eyes, once filled with a childlike admiration, had turned into something more deep, more mature.

Manjiro only managed to snap out of his reminiscing daydreams when the officiant asked everyone to be seated, allowing them to start the ceremony. You glanced up at him through full lashes, emotional tears slowly forming. The sight made his heart clench, and he resisted the urge to wipe those tears away; less he ruined your perfectly done makeup that must have taken hours.

After the officiant had said their speech, it was Manjiro’s turn for vows. Breathing in a deep breath, he stared into your eyes holding a certain vulnerability in them.

“Y/n, my love. To think that we stand here together at the altar, it’s something younger Mikey could only dream about. I’m pretty sure anyone who would spend two seconds together with us knew of my little crush on you. Though I didn’t do much to hide it at that time.” He chuckled, looking down with a soft smile, remembering how he used to act like a love struck puppy around you in his early teenage years.

“Everyday I wake up, and I choose you; I choose us. You are the one person in the world that can handle all of me, so unapologetically. I never thought I would find my perfect match, someone who is so loving and gentle but can still kick my ass in any fight!” Some friends in the crowd started laughing as you looked away, smiling with a mix of embarrassment and pride.

“I know when I look into your eyes, and see them shining so brightly at me…I know that I made the right choice to hand my entire being over to you. So, Y/n, my love. All I ask is that you take care of me, as I promise to do for you.”

The words seemed to spill over, as his lips started to wobble. Manjiro had never been one for showing emotion, all his life all he had known was strength. But you were the one person that came crashing through the walls he had spent his whole life building up.

A breathless chuckle left his lips as Manjiro attempted to blink away the tears. Everything just felt perfect, like something of a fairytale that Shinichiro would read to him and Emma when they were young.

The ceremony continued on as the crowd quieted down, and you spoke your vows. Manjiro couldn’t help but let a few tears slip down his cheeks, as he gingerly wiped them away. Your words seemed to hit so deep within his heart, as all he could do was swell with love for you. This was the right decision, he had felt it in his entire being.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Manjiro’s eyes fell closed as you leaned in, kissing your newly-wed husband. Cheers erupted in the church as you pulled away from each other, sporting the biggest grins.

Church bells rung as you grab his hand, pulling him down the aisle. Stopping underneath the door frame, he takes one last long look into your eyes before snaking his arm around your waist. Leaning in close as you’re dipped down into a kiss.

One hand holding onto your husband, as the other clutches your bouquet. You run down the church stairs as your guests follow suit, emptying the ceremony until only he is left.

“Mikey?”

Emma leans against the old wooden door frame, a sleek red dress covered in sequence and matching red heels making her blonde hair pop. She’s only met with silence as Manjiro refuses to meet her eyes, still standing at the altar, head tilted back with his eyes closed.

“Manjiro?” She calls out again, after a second the only thing that could be heard were Emma’s heels clicking against the floor. She reaches out for Manjiro, hand smoothing over his tuxedo. Biting her lip, she utters a quiet “Are you okay?”. Her whole body feels heavy, overcome with anxiety for her brother, regretting even speaking the words as she already knows the answer.

“Of course. Just admiring the altar one last time before I headed over to the reception.” Manjiro’s words held a quiet calmness that made Emma feel even more on-edge. “Mikey, it's ok-” “Hey Emma, don’t you think this is just a breathtaking place to hold a wedding? I think so. And did you see Y/n? They looked so beautiful, though it's almost rude to them if I were to compare their beauty to an old building.”

Though not many people could, Emma could see the hurt swimming in his eyes. The hurt Manjiro tries so hard to hide from everyone, including you. “Keisuke is a lucky man. I’d give anything to be marrying them today. I should go threaten him one more time, just to make sure he knows to be good to them or else I’ll-""Manjiro!”

Her voice rang through the church seemingly echoing in his mind, promptly silencing him. For the first time since the beginning of the ceremony, Manjiro looked deeply into Emma's worried eyes. He saw her fighting back tears with a tight lip. But all he could give in return was a soft smile.

“I guess I wasn’t enough for them.” Whispering out as his gaze drifted to the stained glass art hung. “I can never be enough for them.” Manjiro let out a strained chuckle, as Emma stepped forward pulling him into a hug. Her hand ran up and down the lengths of his back in an attempt to calm his breathing.

The air at the altar felt thick and heavy, as his chest heaved. Dropping his head down on Emma’s shoulder as he gently wrapped his arms around her midsection. “It’s okay Mikey. I’m here, let it out. Please, let it out.” Her soft words seemed to be the final straw as he wept into her shoulder. Choked sobs escaped as just outside the church you pressed a gentle kiss onto Keisuke’s lips, eyes gleaming, smiling up at him in pure adoration and love.

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kkongdakz · 10 months

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“ A SUMM(LOV)ER SONG. ” ft. kim taerae

taerae x gn!reader, genre : fluff, warning : none, wc : 1,435

🎧 taylor swift — love story (taylor's version)

summer has always been your favorite season : the sun on your skin, the gentle morning breeze, the song of the seagulls and the sound of the waves crashing on the fine sand. something about summer made you feel good, like at home.

for as long as you can remember, you've always spent your vacations at your grandparents' house by the sea, and this year was no exception. but something had changed this time : you meet a boy.

this boy was as radiant as the sun, and despite his less-than-stellar style of clothes, he was still adorable and funny. he had a lovely voice, perfectly in tune with the sound of the waves crashing together, it was like a sweet melody, a bewitching siren song that made you capsize.

you met him around a campfire, the first of the season and also the first night you arrived. he's the first boy you've noticed, with his guitar on his lap and all eyes on him — and above all his pretty white sneakers stained with sand. « who wears sneakers at the beach anyway? » you said, but probably a little too loudly because his eyes met yours just afterwards. needless to say you wanted to hide in a hole right after, but his smile made you lose your mind. this boy had the vibe of first love — the one that lets you discover how fast your heart can beat and that butterflies in your belly, really do exist. so you settled in beside him, his shoulder brushing yours as he busied himself teaching you a few easy guitar chords. you learned that her name was taerae, and that his eyes were endowed with the most honeyed hazel color possible.

you were still wondering why you'd never met him before, when he assured you he'd been coming here every summer for years now. but in the end, it mattered little : because after that evening, you spent all your evenings, all your days, and almost all your nights in his company.

and little by little, new feelings were created between you. it began with hands brushing, like waves gently lapping against the sand, followed by soft words whispered in the ear, as the summer morning breeze blows through the palm trees, ending with an explosive first kiss, similar to fireworks launched from the beach. then your grandmother would invite him to eat her good homemade food and your grandfather wouldn't stop talking about soccer matches to him, even if taerae wasn't into sports at all. taerae was so cute and sunny that you were able to enjoy every second of this beautiful vacation thanks to him and his angelic voice.

but like every season, summer also comes to an end — and your summer was no exception. the more the days went by, the more you felt like you were walking on a tightrope, the latter ready to snap at the slightest opportunity. the sun was setting earlier, the heat was cooler, and the date on your return ticket had never been so close. a sigh left your lips as you lay on the floor of your bedroom, staring at the ceiling with misty eyes from the many tears you had shed. but suddenly, something seemed to knock against your window : like throwing pebbles at your window to get your attention.

so you straightened up — with difficulty but surely, approaching the window before sliding the curtains aside. you almost caught a rock in the face, which you narrowly avoided. « oh, okay.. » you say, staring at the deformed gray ball on your bedroom floor, until a voice outside draws your attention, « oh, sorry ! i didn't mean to throw it in your room ! »

placing your hands on the window sill, looking down from your window, your eyes found taerae's despite the half-light, his silhouette illuminated by the moon. « what are you doing here? » you asked, as he waved to you, « i have something for you, will you come with me? »

without much hesitation, you put on a jacket and walked softly over the creaky wooden floor, so as not to wake your grandparents. once you were near the door, you took one last look behind you, before stepping out like a thief. your hurried steps are instantly directed towards your summer love, and his hand found yours in a matter of seconds, his warm fingers intertwining with yours. his bright smile unconsciously stabbed your chest — it was as if your heart wanted to remind you that you'd soon no longer be facing it that much. but you decided to ignore his warnings, preferring to blindly follow your boyfriend to the beach, your footsteps illuminated by the moonlight.

the breeze was cool, but still warm enough for a summer's night, tuned to the sea, which was rather calm, like a lullaby accompanying your night. on a corner of the beach, a towel was unfolded, and a dim light next to it made the place extremely cosy, almost heavenly for you. taerae guided you and invited you to sit on it, which you did with pleasure, while watching him as tenderly as possible. « did i ever tell you you were cute? » a chuckle escaped his lips, as he nodded positively, settling down beside you while grabbing his guitar which lay right next to him. « a hundred times at least. am i still as cute as when you met me? » feeling a certain shyness crackle in your muscles, you nodded positively and leaned in to place a kiss against his cheek, « you're even cuter than before. »

taerae seemed suddenly shy — you could tell by the shifty look in his hazelnut eyes and the way his lips were pressed together. so you leaned forward, offering him your most beautiful smile as you tucked your face under his, bending your gaze into his. « what's up, honey? » you asked, in a soft voice that taerae liked to describe as melodious. he took a deep breath, before placing his hand against your cheek, tenderly caressing your skin, « i'm a little nervous but.. i wrote you a song. »

at the sound of his words, your heart exploded in your chest, racing at a speed you'd never imagined. you straightened up slowly, watching him with wide, bemused and curious eyes as he began to strum the strings of his guitar. you felt like you were falling into a deep well of happiness, the bottomless ones that make you hope your summer love will never end. his sirenic voice settled on your whole being, invading your every thought, every muscles, every free space of your being. little by little you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to crumble down your cheeks with every new word sung by taerae. your heart ached terribly — but this pain was proof that he had marked your summer with an unforgettable love. the one engraved on tree trunks, the one you tell to the moon about in the middle of the night, the one whose memories loop in your head for days on end. taerae was that incomparable, unforgettable first love, the summer one that will make this season even more special for you. and as the words are spoken, tears of joy and sadness had covered your cheeks, your being completely touched by the sincerity and beauty of his song. and the fact that you had inspired such a masterpiece, made you the happiest girl on the planet.

as the last notes of the music mingled with the summer night breeze, his apprehensive gaze, accompanied by a satisfied gleam, locked onto yours. « it was my summer love song, and it's entirely dedicated to you, y/l/n y/n. » — trying to hold back a n ugly sob, you placed your hands against his cheeks briskly, drawing taerae's face to yours to kiss his lips passionately and lovingly. then his fingers slipped innocently around your hips, pulling you close to him, practically making you climb onto his lap while not breaking your kiss for a second. it was like fireworks again, your heart in turmoil, ready to explode with love at any opportunity. you couldn't speak — you weren't good with words like he was, but you could show taerae how grateful and touched you were through the feverish kisses that faded towards his rosy lips.

and by the i love you you whispered in his ear as the last summer sun rose.

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symphonic-scream · 3 months

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Here's a bunch more of the Gender Thieves

Futaba has the Thieves' Chat named "Fruity Bitch Parade" which, is fitting. They also assign each of the thieves a nickname as their contact name and shit just. They lightly haze them all it's a thing they do

So the Thieves at Shujin include Futaba, Ann, (A)Kira, and Makoto. Then Yusuke isn't in proper school they're in a conservatory, and Ryuji and Hifumi are at Kosei

So let's talk about the Shujin uniforms, ft Shiho and Haru!

Starting with Futaba, they wear the uniform normally, blazer buttoned up, skirt, but with bright green crocs, varying gamer themed socks, and with headphones around their neck

Kira! Blazer buttoned, black choker with a red heart, red headband, skirt rolled up once so it's an inch higher, knee socks, black loafers. Nothing too special, she tries to fly under the radar

Time for Ann. Open blazer, a volleyball team jacket under it, so it's red with a white zipper, red hood with the white inside. Black hair tie, wears the skirt a little high, I'm debating the knee pads. It would be funny if she wore them all the time, but, that's not realistic. And, pink runners, and the basic black crew socks

MAKOTO. At first it's canon Makoto, but then they get saved and come out and, well. Blazer is gone, instead it's an oversized blue plaid hoodie/jacket. They get their hands on some slightly large uniform pants, just big enough that they bunch up a bit, the crotch is lower, etc. They also wear the suspenders down, and some scuffed up dark blue vans type sneakers

Shiho is, canon, only she makes it to the end of the year. Thats all she's there the whole time

And, Haru. Our sweet boy. No blazer here, he subs it out for a pink formal sweater, a crew neck pull-over type. He wears suspenders under it, but you can't really see them. Just know they're there. His pants are always perfectly correct. He has some dress shoes too!

And. Psst. Makoto's suspenders? From Haru. Took his spares.

I have so much for Makoto and Haru since they're where this started. So, so much for them.

Makoto and Haru both have different favourite cuddle positions, and then there's one they both agree is amazing

Haru's favourite, especially after his top, is Makoto's head where his shoulder turns to upper arm, their arms wrapped snugly around his waist. It's the perfect position for him to admire their sleeping face, the cute little half smile, their little light snores, Haru adores it

Makoto prefers having their boyfriend on them like a weighted blanket. Lying between their legs, head over their belly, holding them like a giant pillow. Makoto loves to watch him sleep, and play with his hair. This position gives them the easiest access to both, while having Haru hold them like he's never letting go

And, of course, the compromise. Lying on their sides, Makoto tucked just under his chin, both holding the other so tight it's like they're one

Just. Makoto lying on Haru's bed in the gym uniform shorts and some T-shirt they bought with Ryuji post gym shopping, and Haru smiles from his desk. He loves them so much. Makoto finished their homework an hour before he did, and has been watching anime on their phone. The little Buchimaru socks.

Haru: hey, I'm done, didnt make you wait too long, did I?

Makoto: nah, but, you can still give me some kisses to convince me further?

And he carefully lies over them, and they share some lazy, sweet kisses

The Thieves in this are very used to their Emperor splitting their attention during meetings, texting under the table, while still helping plan things as if they weren't flirting with their boyfriend. It's a whole thing they're all low-key amazed

Also like. The only thieves that go by he being the little butch, bleached-hair nose-ring boy, and the prettiest most Gender one of them all is. A little funny to me (Makoto, Ryuji, and Yusuke)

Please. Ask me more about them I love them

#gender thieves

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animemensblog · 1 year

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Meeting you

Pt.2 - Pt.3 (final part)

Kurapika x GN reader

Summary: after gaining your hunter's license, you immediately start looking for work. You find an agency looking for bodyguards, it's limited to Nen users only, however you know it well. You held yourself to high standards while on duty, but a fellow new-hire has you distracted.

Warnings: suggestive smut?? Just got unintentionally really sappy haha-- more fluff than anything

Ft. Kurapika, Melody

Merely days after getting your hunter's license, you found a place hiring bodyguards for the 'Nostrade' family. You were excited, kinda nervous, and embarrassed for the outfit you chose for that day. You thought it'd be a good idea to dress all cute like its the first day of school, except you can't wear tight, black business pants and white button up while protecting someone. Though your shoulder-length hair looked good, the pants and shirt were hugging your curves in all the right places.

It's uncomfortable and makes you feel vulnerable, but feeling sexy outweighed that.

You arrived at the door being escorted by a man you assumed was in charge. You were admiring the building and recognizing any exit when you saw a shorter figure in the corner of your eye. Your eyes had made contact with that someone-- he had blonde hair that looked so soft, and his eyes were mesmerizing. Neither of you could look away as you passed by, he stayed standing against the wall outside of a door but head turned to follow you.

After what felt like forever, you looked forward and continued into the office. The boss and you talked for over 30 minutes about your tasks and responsibilities, informing that you'd be paired with 'Melody' due to your well-known temper and spontaneous decisions.

"Melody? What a pretty name" you mumbled to yourself as you shut the door, accidentally shutting it too hard. It caused a loud and long echo down the hall, grabbing the blonde boys attention once again. He sprinted around the corner and froze as eye contact was made again. This time you weren't planning to only stare

"HI!' You awkwardly said loudly, "haha, um, I-I'm Y/N"

He clears his throat and took a second to stand up straight "I see, do you need something?" He said it so flatly it made you think he was irritated. "Actually yeah, do you know a Melody? They said I'd be paired with them for my first few shifts." His hand came up to his neck to rub it, the chains softly clinking, hugging his knuckles. For a second you stopped breathing with no clue to why, you gently shook your head to look away.

His face tilted to meet yours , "You okay?"

You had no words, no explanation, all that was in your head was thoughts about those chains.. but why?

"All good!!" You said with a big smile, trying to stop the red on your cheeks forming. You shuffled away before getting your answer, leaving you wandering the hall. After a few minutes Melody found you, "you must be Y/N". Their voice was soft, very inviting. They were such a calm presence you couldn't help but feel so. "Yes, are you Melody?"

"I am." She hummed before turning away leading you down the hall you just came from, "if you don't mind, we must grab someone else to go out with the boss. She feels like going to a park today"

"Who is the boss? A man walked me in and talked with me, but you all keep referring to them as 'she'."

"Why yes, she's the daughter of Light Nostrade. We keep an eye on her when he's away." Melody said before pointing, "there he is. Kurapika!" You looked over to see the blonde boy again, you were anxious despite barely saying a sentence to him.

"Kurapika?" You ask Melody. "Yes, he's pretty new too. Also has a fast heartbeat around, um, certain people." You were confused but before asking another question, you were face to face with Kurapika.

"Hi, again" he says, still speaking like a robot.

"Hi" you say with no excitement, attempting to mimic him.

All of you sat there, each explaining what you're capable of to fill in any blanks. Melody explained sensing heartbeats and being able to calm others. Kurapika explained his chains and their abilities, "and you?" He asks.

"Well I'm a hunter and nen user", both looking at you expecting more "yeah thats all I got" you let out a small laugh. Kurapika couldn't help but smile and blush at that laugh. Melody noticed the rise in both of your heartbeats. They felt happy Kurapika wasn't so serious, he's always too invested. They let you smile and laugh at each other for a second before setting off with 'the boss'.

You got in the back seat inbetween Melody and Kurapika. Awkwardness and anxiety had fled, and you were ready to work. The ride was silent for the most part, so you occasionally switched window to window looking at the views. Your pants had ridden up enough to start hurting. You shifted in your seat accidentally bumping his thigh, "oh shoot, sorry" you whispered hoping only he'd hear you.

Melody could feel his heartbeat going faster and faster, you hadn't even touched hands. Yet your thighs were rubbing? And that whisper, so quiet only he could hear you. It almost sent his head into a spiral. It made him so nervous he couldn't respond, giving you a blank stare with his lips barely parted- you took it as you're really irritating him now. The rest of the drive, he found himself looking at you. Your head switching between windows; smirking when you saw something cute or cool. A few times he was tempted to ask about your reactions. He was interested in what you were interested in, he really didn't think towns or streets could keep you entertained like it did.

As you arrived at the park, the sun seemed to get brighter and warmer. The wind wasn't too strong but it was somewhat chilly. You waited for Melody to step out of the car while Kurapika left on his side, turning to assist , your back was already facing him. He was glad it was because he got a view of your pants hugging your ass, torso twisted causing your shirt to be tight against your skin.

He closed the door trying to forget being close to you, and how you looked just then.

After wandering for 3-ish hours, you made your way back to the car. The wind had picked up and sun disappeared, leaving you with goosebumps and occasional shakes. You piled into the car, same seats and everything. Being so sleep deprived plus walking around for hours, you were tired. The music playing wasn't helping either, it was soothing. You started to doze off along with Kurapika. He started to tip over, his hand left his thigh hitting yours. Then his head gently tapped your shoulder.

The impact woke him up, jolting back in his seat. His hand twitched against your leg- he sat there staring at where you were connected.

"Kurapika?" Melody whispered past your face. He moved his hand and looked out the window. He never answered them, keeping the drive silent.

The car pulled up to the hotel, with you still asleep. Kurapika tried to wake you but Melody stops him

"Let Y/N rest, I haven't heard their heartbeat be this steady yet. It's consistently been uneasy today." Kurapika nods in response and goes to pick you up. He takes you to the room all of you are sharing for the night. Melody and someone else has the first shift, meaning Kurapika and you were alone. He sits down on the couch next to your sleeping body, he turns on a random show and soon enough he's dozing off again. Instead it was your turn to tip over and bump into him, he was too tired to do anything about it.

You slept with your head in his lap for several hours, him occasionally petting your shoulder or hair when you tossed a little. He felt guilty for touching you without permission especially after just meeting today but he'd also feel guilty for one, messing up your rest. And two, stopping the opportunity to be close to you again. As long as you'd stay, he'd let you be like this.

Regardless of barely knowing each other, both of you found comfort in one another's presence. You only wish it could stay like that, but you know one day you and him won't be an option. That one day you will lose all control.

#kurapika #hxh kurapika #kurapika x reader #fluff

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alohastyles-x · 2 years

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Psycho Killer - b.h.

Summary: You were dating the school hottie, but his possessive tendencies go a little too far...

Pairing: slasher!billy x reader ft Steve. Harrington

Wordcount: 6.8k

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of blood and gore, (Does not glorify Billy Hargrove), may cause anxiety idk - read at your own risk!

Notes: To kick off spooky szn- and my House or Horror Stories Event, I present to you: Slasher Billy Hargrove in Psycho Killer!! I'm super proud of this fic, it's my baby so treat her well

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The brisk autumn air rustled through the trees, stray leaves making their way to the ground. Halloween decorations littered the yards in the neighborhood you were walking through to get to school. Cobwebs- both real and fake- dusted the bushes, cars, and anything else that gave off a spooky effect. Leaves were entangled in the white lacy fabric of the faux cobwebs, adding to the vibe.

It was your favorite time of year. The air was just chilled enough to wear a variation of styles of outfits, all that your boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, thirsted over when you wore. On days when you were feeling particularly scandalous, you wore a pair of tights with a slight rip in the crotch- discreet enough to not be noticed, but wide enough to give him easy access. He absolutely hated you for it; in a good way of course.

The thing about Billy is that he’s a maniac, especially when it comes to you. There was a dark side to Billy you never questioned, even though you probably should have. If anyone messed with you, the next day they showed up with a broken nose, a black eye, and an apology. It was his signature move: No one fucked with you, and no one fucked with Billy Hargrove.

After the first couple of guys showed up to school bloodied up, no one dared mess with you. Boys were blubbering fools around you, making sure they didn’t say anything that would offend or upset you. School got a lot easier for you too, as your bullies dropped one by one. Your grades went up, and you climbed the social ladder next to Billy. You couldn’t be more grateful.

“There she is, speak of the devil,” Billy shouted once he saw you step onto the school grounds. A smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him.

“I was just talking about you,” he mumbled against your lips, as he leaned down and gave you a kiss.

“Oh yeah? My ears were ringing,” you responded. When you pulled back from his lips, Billy pulled you right back into his side- where you belonged. His friends continued their jovial conversation, and Billy snaked an arm around your waist, under your coat, hooking a finger in the band of your skirt.

Something red to your right caught your attention, and you let your eyes focus on what you saw: Steve Harrington with a bloodied nose and a bruised eye. Robin was next to him, shooting daggers in your direction.

“Billy? Did you do that to Steve?” You asked, concerned. Steve was your lab partner in biology, he was nothing but sweet to you. You couldn’t imagine how he would end up in this situation.

“Who? Oh, Harrington. I don’t remember,” he snickered, which was an obvious yes. You whipped back around to face Billy.

“What? Why, what did he do?”

“I don’t like the way he was lookin’ at you,” Billy just shrugged, as if that was the most natural reasoning in the world.

“Billy!” You scoffed, upset that he did something so stupid over something so trivial.

“What?” Billy asked, pissed you were questioning him. He got that look in his eye that screamed ‘don’t push him’. He cocked his head, waiting to see if you were going to behave. You decided to let it go, figuring it was just a one time thing.

Oh, if only hindsight was 20/20.

Later that day, you walked into your bio class and saw Steve sitting at your lab table. His head was down, a ball cap perched on his head. Some hair fell over his blackened eye. The blood from earlier no longer adorned his nose, but it was still bright red. It was clear he got into an altercation.

“Well don’t you look particularly goth today,” you commented, noticing his all black attire that you somehow missed earlier. Steve didn’t respond. Usually, the two of you were able to goof off of one another, bantering back and forth.

Today was different.

“Hello? Did you hear me?” You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Steve!”

“Y/N, I think it’s best we don’t talk to each other anymore, okay?” Steve responded, finally. It was just a whisper, but you could have heard it from across the room.

“What? Why?”

But you got no response. You sighed loudly and opened your binder, ready to start class. It was then, a scrap of paper slid your way. You looked over to Steve, who was still looking down at his thumbs. As you opened the tiny piece of paper though, you instantly recognized it as his handwriting.

‘Sorry. Billy made me do it.’

You grabbed your pencil off the table and wrote back.

‘Made you do what?” You squeezed onto the space of paper he ripped off. You slid it back to him, and waited inpatiently for him to respond. Your leg shook violently under the table. Finally, after what felt like ages, the little slip of paper landed in front of you again.

‘Unfriend you’

You simply shook your head. You knew he wasn’t going to go against Billy- not after what he did to his face. You may be hot, but you weren’t worth being pummeled every day over- you had to agree with that. You tore the note up, and shoved the remnants in your pocket.

After class ended, you gathered your things and met Billy out in the hallway. He always waited for you after class. You weren’t sure how he managed to get there so fast, but you never questioned it.

“Hey Harrington, what happened to your face?” Billy asked, filling the hallway with his own laughter as Steve just shook his head and continued down the hallway.

“My god, Billy, what is wrong with you?” You asked, shocked he was acting like this. It was one thing when a guy touched you without your permission, or made a nasty comment- but Steve? Steve was innocent. You were sure of it.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, why do you keep defending him? I told you, I don’t like how he looks at you. Just trust me. I know skeevy guys better than you.”

“Oh yeah? Then why did I always have to bring those skeevy guys to your attention?” You retorted, pushing Billy off of you. You were causing a scene, but you didn’t care.

“Oh, don’t you walk away from me!” Billy hollered. You raised your middle finger up in the air as you continued to walk away. The hallway filled with ‘oooh’s’ as onlookers reveled in your very public argument. The day was finally over, so you made your way out to the parking lot.

Robbin and Steve were still in the hallway, watching your disagreement go down. Robin rolled her eyes and slammed her locker shut.

“It’s just not fair, Steve, why do dickheads like that get to rule the school, and people like us just, just get lost in the background of society, completely abandoned and forgotten? I mean has a single person asked what happened to you today? Or even point out your injuries?” Robin rambled.

“Actually, yeah. Y/n did.”

“Ugh, don’t even say her name, I can’t hear it right now.” Robin continued ranting about the atrocities of society and the patriarchy, but Steve tuned her out. There was only one thing on his mind: you.

Steve knew why he sustained the injuries on his face. Billy had overheard him discussing his crush with Robin and the second your name slipped, Billy had a hold on Steve’s hair, yanking him back.

“What did you just say, Harrington?” He had asked, gripping his hair harder.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, come on man, I didn’t say anything bad,” Steve mumbled, his hands moving defensively to guard his head.

“Hey, man, get off!” Robin shouted, attempting to push Billy away. This just pissed him off even more, but he knew he couldn’t do anything to Robin since she was a girl. So he turned back to the one he could rough up.

Robin gave Steve an apologetic look as Billy laid him a good one, right in the middle of his face. It knocked Steve flat on his back, but Billy was quick to stand over him, grabbing the collar of his shirt.

“I don’t ever want to hear her name fall from your mouth again, Harrington. Understood?” Billy snarled.

“We… we have classes together, man, what do you want me to do?” Steve stuttered. Billy didn’t like him talking back. He raised his fist and landed another blow to Steve’s face- this time, right in his eye. Steve groaned, his vision going blurry.

“Don’t talk to her then, that clear enough for you?” Billy spat, quite literally, in Steve’s face, before releasing him. His back hit the ground with a thud, before Robin was right by his side helping him sit back up. The last thing he saw was Billy’s leather jacket and jeans walking away before he passed out from the blows.

Steve was going to have a hard time keeping that promise to Billy. You had no idea he’s had a crush on you all year. You were all he talked about with his friends; quite frankly, they were tired of hearing about you. But he couldn’t stop. He was mesmerized by you, the way you move, the way your voice reminded him of smooth honey. The way you smelled intoxicated him, filling up with the scent of jasmine and vanilla. If he could bottle it up, he would. He had you mostly figured out. You were pristine- at least in public- never letting Billy get too handsy with you. You liked things neat, orderly, your books all had to stack on the edge of the desk. If you wore jeans, you always wore your boots, but if you wore your skirts, then you always wore some keds. It was like a ritual. He could always count on it too.

The only thing he couldn’t figure out about you, was why you went after him. The idiot asshole of the school. You could have had anyone you wanted, and you chose him. Steve wouldn’t have been so upset if you chose, literally, anyone else. But you chose his competition in everything. And he couldn’t pass it off as you being dumb, or naieve- he saw the grades you got, and he saw the looks you gave Billy; you knew exactly what you were doing.

You were just having your fun, and he had to get over it.

“Steve… Steve!” Robin was waving a hand in front of his face. The two of them had reached Steve’s car, and he was just stood in front of it.

“Oh, right, sorry,” Steve responded, pulling himself out of his thoughts. Just as he was about to unlock the car though, a scream from across the courtyard caught his attention. It sounded just like you.

It was you.

But he quickly saw Billy’s hands around your waist, and you with a giant smile on your face. It was nothing but youthful bliss. Apparently, the two of you had made up; hot and cold you were.

That night, you found yourself home alone. Your parents had gone out for their anniversary, and left a note saying they were going to be late. Deciding to have a movie night, you made some popcorn on the stove, and poured yourself a glass of soda. There weren't many movies in your home, besides an elite collection of horror movies you had stolen from Family Video over the last year that Steve had started working there.

Sometimes you went in just to hang out, watch him as he weaved in between the shelves, either talking to Robin or attempting- horribly- to flirt with the ladies that came in. He never seemed to notice you though as you slinked behind him.

You selected April Fools Day, and popped it into the tape player. Grabbing the bowl of popcorn and your soda, you went over to the couch and sat down. You draped a blanket over your legs and settled in. You were about to hit play, when the curt, loud ring of the phone cut through the silence.

For a minute, it sent chills down your spine, but you got up and headed over to the receiver.

“Hello?” You said, cautiously. You glanced at the clock. 11 p.m. Who would be calling this late?

“Hey, baby, I like what you’re wearing.” The sentence made you stop dead in your tracks, your heart sinking instantly.

“W-what?” You stuttered into the phone. There was heaving breathing on the other end that got louder, and louder, until…

“Boo!” Billy’s hands found your waist, making you scream and drop the phone.

“Oh my god! Billy! What the fuck!” You screeched, as tears began to form. You hated that you were on the verge of crying, but he scared the absolute shit out of you.

“You should really keep your doors locked, babe. It’s not safe, you didn’t even hear me come in!” Billy’s tone changed in the quick of an instant. He was like this, calm and goofy one second, and insufferable the next.

“I- I thought I locked the door behind me?” You questioned, vividly remembering turning around and locking it when you got home.

“The basement door was unlocked.”

Chills went down your spine again. Why was Billy wandering around your house, and why did he even try the basement door? You were about to ask him these things, but his mouth was quickly on yours, making you instantly melt and forget any possible question you had formed.

The night took a turn for the best, as Billy made you remember just why you liked him. His body was absolutely delicious, making all the negatives seem worth it to you- especially to know his body was all yours. It was like your treat for putting up with what you did. Billy knew this too, he always made sure to oil up his body before, if he wasn’t already sweaty, to give his skin that glistening look you loved so much.

After you had finished, and the two of you were cuddled on the couch, you decided to bring up Steve again.

“Billy, I really don’t like what you did to Steve. We’re just friends, and he’s harmless.”

“Shh, none of that right now baby,” he whispered, focusing his attention back to the movie.

“No, I’m serious,” you sat up, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. This made Billy groan.

“Y/n, I’m not discussing this right now, be a good girl and listen.”

“But-”

“No! No but’s! God, we were having such a great night, why do you always have to turn it into something. I don’t like Steve. He’s a twit for brains and he’s got some nerve thinking he can act however he wants around you,” Billy started. He was yelling now, getting up from his position on the couch. He grabbed your cheeks in between his thumbs, pursing your lips forward. You whimpered at the pain.

“You are mine, y/n, mine. And if I ever see you talking to that idiot, he’s dead. You understand?”

You nodded your head slowly, and he released your cheeks.

“Good girl.”

A week later you were sitting next to Steve in Bio. He was quiet today, something you deemed your new ‘normal’. The two of you had settled into a nice routine, however, of briefly nodding at each other when you sat down, and quickly looking around to make sure none of Billy’s spies had snuck in to see. Then, you’d settle your head into your palm, while Steve rested on his arm on the desk, and waited for the instruction to start.

“Alright, I have a new lab assignment for you guys, this one will span the course of the next couple of days, so you will have to work on it outside of class,” the teacher said, causing a chorus of groans to echo through the room.

“I know, I know, but I was nice enough this time to let you guys work on it with the lab partners at your table.”

Panic began to run through you, and you were stunned in your seat. Oh no, this wasn’t good. What were you going to do? You couldn't ask to switch partners without having to explain why… and you could not think of a decent explanation off the top of your head. You definitely couldn’t tell him the truth, that your boyfriend threatened to kill your lab partner if you spoke to him….

“So, I guess we’re lab partners,” Steve said timidly as he glanced around the room. He was nervous too.

“I guess so,” you gave a nervous laugh. “I guess we can meet at my place after school, my parents won’t be home so it’ll be easy to get today’s part done and over with?” You suggested. The truth was, you didn’t want Billy to somehow follow and find out where Steve lived- even though it was a small town and all Billy had to do was ask a passerby and easily find out where the Harrington’s lived.

“That works, I can meet you there after school, to save you the, uh, trouble. Just write down your address,” Steve tore a tiny slip of paper and slid it your way. You quickly jotted it down and slid it back. It was like the two of you just exchanged a price for a very expensive, very illegal item.

“Good deal.” Steve said, quickly sliding the note into his jeans.

You gave him a small smile, and a quick nod, before focusing back on the teacher. You couldn’t stop your leg from violently shaking underneath the table though. Steve noticed; of course he noticed. He wanted so desperately to reach out and still your leg, keeping his hand on your knee until you felt safe and secure. It was killing him that he had to sit and watch you stress.

Finally, to his relief, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. You shot up from your seat, leaving immediately to meet Billy in the hall with a smile. Billy caught Steve’s eye from the door and gave him his signature smirk, before wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder and walking you out of the building.

“What do you say we go get some shakes, baby?” Billy asked, catching you off guard. Something was up, he never asked you to hang out immediately after school. You immediately looked behind you, looking to see if Steve was anywhere close by; he wasn’t.

“I would, but I have this huge lab project for science I have to complete,” you answered, hoping Billy would bite the bait and let it go.

“Just one shake, come onnnn,” he pleaded. “If you’re gonna be busy with homework the next couple of days, then I want to see you before you disappear into your little study cave.”

You contemplated his answer for a second, before nodding your head. He gave you yet another ‘good girl’, patted your head, and opened the passenger door of his camaro for you. You slid in, and as you did so, you made eye contact with Steve across the lot. He got the message: you were going to be a bit.

When Billy dropped you back off at your house, you breathed a sigh of relief. That relief only flourished as you saw him round the corner out of your neighborhood. Not long after, Steve could be seen walking up the hill. It was obvious he parked a couple of streets over; smart. You never thought of that.

“Alright, you ready?” Steve asked once he reached the end of your driveway. Feeling guilty, you sheepishly nodded and led him inside. You were unsure why you felt guilty, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You were literally just working on an assignment.

But a part of you knew Billy’s threat wasn’t just a bluff. He was never one to be all talk and no bite. If Billy said someone would be dead, then someone would be bloodied and pummeled on the ground, barely breathing before he decked one final blow.

“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” You asked, trying to shake off the thoughts of a bloody Steve.

“Just water, for now,” Steve responded, taking a seat at the kitchen table. You poured him a glass of water, and a glass for yourself and sat down next to him.

The two of you began working on the lab assignment, but soon got distracted by asking questions with absolutely no academic relation. It started when you asked him how his nose healed.

“It healed alright, just tender,” he responded, pinching the bridge of his nose. Your face softened as you watched him wince when his fingers pinched a little too hard. Getting up from your seat, you went to the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen peas, then grabbed a towel.

“Here, this will help the tenderness,” you handed him the frozen bag wrapped in the floral kitchen towel.

“Thanks,” he took it, and gingerly placed it on his nose. The sight made your heart sink. This was all your fault, even though you weren’t entirely sure what happened between them. You knew Billy wouldn’t tell you, but maybe…

“What happened? What made him do this to you?” It came out rushed and flustered, which just made Steve chuckle, instantly thinking of Robin.

“I honestly don’t know. One minute, I was sitting there talking to Robin, I may have name dropped you, but not for anything negative, and the next thing I know my head is being yanked back by my hair.”

“Oh, god, Steve… I’m so sorry,” you responded, tears forming in your eyes.

“Oh hey, hey, hey, it’s not your fault, shhh,” Steve comforted, setting the bag of peas down and bringing his other hand up to your cheek. He rested his other arm against the back of your chair.

“It is!” You sobbed.

“Shhh, no, it’s not y/n. It’s his and his insecure, uncontrollable rage, I’m fine, see!” He pulled a goofy smile, only wincing slightly when his nose scrunched. It made you chuckle.

“I promise, y/n, it’s okay. I’m okay,” he whispered.

You stared into his eyes, completely mesmerized by them. You hadn’t ever noticed their color before now. They weren’t just brown, they were darkly golden, the color of chestnuts with little hazy streaks in them. They were beautifully captive, pulling you in slowly. You wanted those eyes to watch you come completely undone. To see what the thoughts made you do to yourself alone in your bed at night; it wasn’t Billy you thought of.

“y/n…” you hadn’t even realized you were slowly leaning in, until Steve softly grabbed your chin to stop you. Oh god, what were you doing!

“I-I’m so sorry,” you whispered, but you didn’t pull away. Neither did he. The two of you just stared at each other, both of you wishing so desperately you could lean in and give into the temptation.

Suddenly, a thump from down stairs pulled you from your sinful thoughts and made your blood run ice cold. You remembered Billy sneaking in the other night through your basement door. Fuck. It was probably him, trying to prove a point again.

“Go, fuck, you have to hide!” You whispered, grabbing Steve by the jacket and pulling him up.

“What?” He clearly hadn’t heard the same thump you did, but you knew in your gut that Billy was here.

“He’s here!” You continued shoving him down the hall and into the guest bedroom. “Hide somewhere in here, and be quiet, please, for the love of god, don’t make a sound.”

He heard the panic in your voice, which only raised the panic in him. Clumsily, he managed to slide himself under the bed.

Back in the kitchen, you were quickly shoving Steve’s things in his bag, and frantically trying to find a place to hide it. You haphazardly shoved it on the side of the couch Billy never really goes, and ran back into the kitchen.

You had just settled back into your seat when you realized the bag of peas were still out on the counter. You heard the basement door creak open. Fuck, it was too late to try and move them. Taking a deep breath, you posed yourself over your homework, as if you had been studying this whole time. Maybe he won’t see it.

“Y/n? I thought your parents weren’t supposed to be him?” He asked, looking around cautiously.

“They’re not,” you responded, very confused.

“I thought I heard voices…” he trailed off, still glancing around.

“What are you even doing sneaking in here” you asked, taking a big gulp. He could sense the vibes were off.

“What? I can’t come see my girlfriend?” He asked, suddenly very serious.

“What?” You responded, trying to calm your nerves to sound normal, but this bait and switch left you utterly confused. It wasn’t enough for Billy though, he could sense your anxiety like an animal tracking its prey. Because that's what Billy was: an Animal. It was clear to you now, in the way he moved towards you, slow and meticulous, as if he was backing you into a corner.

“So, no one’s here?” He circled back to the original question.

“No, Billy, it’s just me.”

“So, who are the frozen peas for?” He asked condescendingly, as he pointed to the bag in front of you. Shit.

“Don’t play dumb with me, little girl,” he sneered when you took too long to answer.

“I was t-thawing them.” Crap. Your voice betrayed you.He smirked, getting a thrill from seeing you twitch uncomfortably in front of him.

“You’re up to something… someones here.”He was now in front of you, his finger pointing in your face. You gulped. He knew.

“Let's find out who it is,” he boasted dramatically, pushing off your chair and twirling around to face the living room. You hesitated in your seat, thinking he’s just playing one of his sick games, the ones that leave you crying and sobbing and him cradling you, soothing you to sleep. He was sick and twisted, this wasn’t new to you, and you weren’t sure why you continued to be with him.

He moved his way around the living room, looking around. He stopped suddenly as he looked to his left. Fuck, fuck fuck. He found it. He leaned down and grabbed the object he was looking at.

“Whose is this huh?” He asked, holding the black bag up to the light. You stayed silent, not a single word coming to your mouth to say. Work, brain work, you scolded yourself.

Billy moved slowly towards you again, holding the bag away from him as if it was infected. He wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly whose it was: the same person who drove the BMW parked down the street. When you continued to stay silent, your leg shaking violently against the chair leg, he felt his rage surge.

“I said, whose bag is it?” He yelled, chucking the bag at you. It hit your face, leaving a red mark where the metal zippers had hit. Tears sprung in your eyes at the sharp, quick pain of the metal snapping against your cheek.

“See, I already know whose bag it is. I just need you to say it. You never listen, y/n. Now, I have to do something I really don’t want to do.”

“Billy, no!” You screamed as he stalked into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the butcher's block. It glittered in the kitchen light, the stainless steel reflecting rays across the kitchen.

“You left me no choice. I gave you one, simple little rule, and you had to go and break it. I won’t go easy on him… but I promise to go easy on you.” He twisted the knife on the pad of his pointer finger, drawing a few drops of blood. When enough blood had formed, he walked over to you and ran his finger down your cheek. The sight of his blood mixing with your tears enticed him, and he couldn’t help but run his finger down and into your mouth. You were stunned in your seat at the psychotic man he was turning into before you.

“Billy, please don’t do this,” you whispered, your voice trembling. He stroked your cheek with the hand that was still bloody.

“Oh honey… you brought this on yourself.” His hands snaked their way up into your hair, before gripping around a portion of it. You whimpered at the pain, and that only seemed to rile him up.

“Billy stop! You’re hurting me!”

“No,” he chuckled. His eyes darkened as he pulled you up out of the chair by your hair. He began to drag you down the hall and into your bedroom. You were kicking and screaming the whole way, making sure to kick against the spare bedroom door to warn Steve. There was a window he could crawl out of to easily escape.

“Billy, please, stop!” You choked out, trying to get him off of your hair. He slammed your head back against your foot board, before taking the cuffs out of your bedside draw you once used with him. He cuffed you to the end of the bed, making sure anything useful was out of reach- including the key that he shoved in his front pocket.

You were sobbing uncontrollably at this point, pleading with him to let you go. Something overcame him and he couldn’t stop. The intensity of the situation, the anxiety, the control… he thrived off of it.

“Now, I gotta go find this boy toy of yours and take care of him. He really likes you, you know. Too much to stay away I guess.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, and walked out. You screamed a blood curdling scream, praying silently that Steve had left.

“Oh Steve,” Billy said in a sing-song voice as he walked down the hall, looking into all the bedrooms. He finally reached the spare bedroom, and turned the doorknob slowly.

Steve took a deep breath in, and held it. Of course Steve was still in there. He wasn’t going to leave you alone with a psycho, no matter how much that psycho claimed he loved you. Billy was blood thirsty now, and no love could stop that.

During your altercation with Billy though, Steve had managed to silently take down the metal rod from the closet, and snuck it back under the bed he was in. He could hear Billy whistling, and watched as his boots scuffed against the hardwood floor. He paused at the foot of the bed.

Steve heard the bed squeak as Billy sat down on it, reveling in the suspension.

“I know you’re in here Harrington.” His voice was raspy, as he stared blankly ahead. It was like he was possessed. Steve took this as his chance to try and escape. He slowly slid from under the bed, trying his best to be quiet.

Steve was almost free, when his foot got caught against the footpost on the bed. He mentally cursed himself as Billy whipped around. He had the big butcher knife from the kitchen in his hand, pointing it at Steve.

“Listen, man, we can talk this out,” Steve pleaded, holding one hand behind his back. Stupid, stupid Billy just thought he was trying to find the door handle. He smiled, thinking he had him caught.

In a matter of seconds, Billy had leaped forward with the knife, snagging Steve on the arm just as Steve swung the rod from behind his back and smacked Billy over the head with it. His thick body landed with a thud on the ground. He was unconscious.

“y/n?” Steve yelled, running into your room. He saw the tears glistening your cheeks, as well as the handcuff that had now reddened your wrist from when you tried slipping out of it.

“Steve!” You were excited to see him alive. You for sure thought that Steve had hit the floor and not billy.

“Oh my god you’re bleeding!” You panicked, noticing the blood dripping down Steve’s arm.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” He noticed the blood on your face and a concerned look flashed across. He quickly tried to find the source of the blood, but you pulled away.

“It’s his,” you whispered, trying not to think back to when he drug his blood across your skin.

“That sick bastard.”

All you could do was cry in response. He looked frantically around for the key, and the grim thought finally forefronted in your mind.

“Steve,” you whispered, defeated. “He… he has the key… in his front left pocket.”

“Shit, okay, okay hold on, I’m going to go get it.” He snuck back into the hallway, slowly making his way down to the open door on the left.

As he neared the doorway, he breathed a sigh of relief to see that Billy still laid unconscious on the ground. He quickly went through Billy’s front pockets as best he could until he found the tiny key. Running back down to your room, he fumbled trying to unlock your hand from the cuff.

“Okay, he’s knocked out, we can go,” Steve said. He helped you up, and the two of you stumbled down the hallway, trying to make it to the door.

Suddenly, a loud scream erupted from behind you,a scream, and then you lost the grip on Steve’s hand. You turned around to see Billy with the butcher knife in his hand, Steve sprawled out in a pool of his own blood. He was moaning, which meant he was still alive, thank god.

“Steve!” You cried out. Billy was standing over him with the knife that was now stained and dripping with blood, and began to move towards you. You were hysterically crying now, your worst nightmare playing out before you.

Backing up down the hallway, you repeatedly told Billy ‘no’, trying to get him to stop. He wasn’t listening. Of course he wouldn’t listen. He was bloodthirsty and seeing red. You tripped over the threshold that went into the living room and landed with a thud on the floor. You attempted to crawl backwards to get back to your feet, but Billy was faster. Always faster.

“Uh-uh-uh,” he said, wagging his finger in a ‘no’ fashion. “Your turn isn’t over yet.”

He had a crazed look in his eye as he leaned over you, the knife still in his hand. He traced the tip of it down your face where his blood had now stained and down to your neck.

“I always did like the way your neck looked. So pretty… so vulnerable…” he trailed off in an eerie whisper. “Would be a shame if someone…” he pressed the tip of the knife into your skin, a drop of blood forming at the sight, “... were to slit it.”

Panic rose up in you, and you mentally began saying your goodbyes. You were a blubbering fool, tears streaming down your face and neck. There was no stopping the hysterics at this point; you were traumatized.

You didn’t want to die, not yet; there was still so much left to do in your life. You were supposed to go to college, get married possibly, have kids. You wanted to travel the world, travel the states, see what all life had to offer you. You’d be damned if all of that was going to be cut loose by some deranged maniac getting off on seeing your blood.

With an energetic groan, you began to fight back, pushing against his arm. You managed to get the knife away from your neck, but keeping it away was the difficult part. Billy was very clearly stronger than you, and in two seconds he had both of your hands in one of his hands pinned above your head.

“Remember this?” He laughed boisterously. How could he still make a sexual inference while you were both drenched in blood, terrorized in front of him? He was truly sadistic.

The blade of the knife ran down your chest. It felt cool against the hot flush of your skin. He hoisted the knife just above your heart.

“Billy, please, no,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. For a second it seemed you had gotten through, he looked at you with pity, empathy even. But in a split second, his eyes glazed over once more.

“I’m sorry,” he said, a smile on his face. He raised the knife up, the light catching the tip and blinding you for a second. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, waiting for the piercing sensation to spread through you.

Only it never came. There was a yell, then a grunt, and a heavy object fell on top of you. You peaked your eyes open to see Billy’s mop of curls on your chest, and felt a slick running down your chest. Steve stood above the two of you, a bloody knife in one hand, the other pushing back his hair. He was staggering, clearly struggling to stand.

After you processed what just happened, you pushed Billy’s body off of you. It took a great amount of effort; his deadweight was heavy. You stumbled to your feet and ran over to Steve just as he started to move unsteadily.

“I got you,” you whispered, wrapping his free hand around your shoulder. He dropped the knife and leaned into you. You hobbled him over to the kitchen table and sat him down in the chair he once occupied hours ago, before heading to the receiver in the kitchen. Picking up the phone, you dialed 911.

Only there was no dial tone. Billy must have cut the wire at some point. You took a deep breath before placing the phone back on the receiver and walking over to Steve.

“We have to walk to the neighbors to call 911,” you stuttered in between your tears. At this point the exhaustion was setting in. The events of the night had finally caught up to you, and all you wanted was to curl up into a ball and sleep it off. Steve only grumbled in response. It was clear he was still losing blood, and much too quickly.

“Okay, please, Steve, come on, stay with me. I can’t lose you too,” you cried. He merely nodded his head in response; it was all he could do. You helped him stand again, and slowly the two of you walked out of your house and up to the neighbors door.

They were startled by your appearance and called the emergency services right away. It took them only ten minutes to arrive at your house. The red and blue flashing lights sent a wave of relief over you.

You were finally safe.

A couple of weeks had passed since the attack on you and Steve. He had sustained multiple life threatening injuries, and had spent an extended period of time in the hospital recovering. You managed to walk out with a few stitches and bruises. What you lacked in physical trauma though was made up for in an abundance of mental trauma. The doctors called it “post-traumatic stress disorder”, or PTSD.

It plagued your mind daily, but with a small concoction of medication, you were able to make it through the days. Nights were the hardest for you. You constantly relived the trauma in your dreams, making it hard for you to sleep. The doctor prescribed you some sleep medication to take to try tonight though. You were hopeful.

You had drifted off to sleep hours ago, sleeping peacefully for once since the events unfolded.

But a knock pulled you out of unconsciousness. Thinking it was your mom you opened your eyes. Nothing was there, and your door was propped open with no one behind it.

“Hmmm,” you said to yourself, before brushing it off and settling back under the covers. It wasn’t long before you heard the sound again. You opened your eyes again, but there wasn’t anything there.

Convinced your mind was just playing tricks on you, you tried to fall back asleep. Only, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that flooded your body.

“y/n.” It was a whisper that came from the edge of your body. Chills shivered down your spine, as you slowly opened your eyes and turned your head. Your heart stopped.

There, at the end of your bed stood Billy Hargrove, covered in blood, flashing his signature smile.

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