#Evan Peters x gn!reader

[yes-divine-ruler]

Morning Head - Peter Maximoff

cw: waking Peter up w a blowjob

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Peter slept so peacefully beside you, his arm tucked up under his head of silver hair, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, even, soft breaths passing through his parted lips. You propped your cheek up on your hand, your elbow bent, just to watch him. Before a devious plan crosses your mind.

Gazing down at the blanket as it drapes across his hips, you noticed the obvious tent in the front of his boxers. The sight alone had the heat rise to your cheeks and a soft groan escape your lips. It was already past your usual wake up time, and it wouldn’t hurt to give Peter a little push.

You reposition yourself between his open legs without waking him, and peel the blanket from his body. Your mouth begins to water just at the thought of the pre cum that was sure to glisten from the tip of his cock. You wondered if he was dreaming of you.

Beginning to pull down his boxers next, you stopped just as his cock sprung out and hit his stomach in a way that made your heart flip. Nestling comfortably between his thighs, you lick your lips in preparation for your next move.

You bring your head down to his tip, and test him by licking a stripe up his length. When he doesn’t stir, you take the entire tip in your mouth and begin to hum as the salty taste coats your tongue.

He grumbles, but his eyes stay shut. You continue your movements, wrapping a hand around the base and inching more of him into your mouth. You begin to bob your head, taking half of him at a time, making sure to slick his entire length in your saliva. It trickles down to your fingers, and gives you the lubrication you need to slide your hand up and down in coordination with your lips.

Peter lets out a raspy moan, his hips buckling up softly to meet your hungry mouth. You come up for air, and sink back down on him, removing your hand for a moment to fit as much of his cock as you can in your mouth.

Not taking your eyes off his face, you notice the way it screws in pleasure in his half awoken state, and soon his eyes slowly open. His lips curl into a smile, and a soft, but hoarse, chuckle leaves his lips.

“What are you doing down there?” He mumbles, not without tangling his fingers in your hair as you kitten lick his tip.

You flutter your lashes at him without a word, and dip back down to take him again entirely in your mouth. He groans louder this time, his head falling back to meet the pillow, and his grip on your hair grows tighter.

Your hand wraps back around his length as you continue to pleasure him, getting more aroused by the second as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good baby,” he moans, pushing your head down to swallow his dick whole. You gag at the sudden action, but close your eyes and savour the feeling of his swollen head as it nudges the back of your throat.

Your actions speed up, and with your hand following close behind your lips, you feel the muscles in Peter’s thighs contract. You can tell he’s close, so you remove your mouth from him entirely, and just use your hand to finish him off. It slides seamlessly over his length with the help of your spit, the squelch of its wetness circling the room.

“Oh shit- fuck- I’m cumming,” Peter groans, looking down at you as you stick your tongue out against his tip in preparation for his load.

With the final buckle of his hips, he releases all over your tongue, some of it spurting up onto your cheek. You moan softly as he undoes under your touch, riding his orgasm out in the palm of your hand. You swallow everything you can, and wipe the rest with the back of your hand.

Moving to straddle his thighs, you kitten lick the back of your hand for the rest of his release, and admire the fucked out expression on his face. He pants, with his eyes closed momentarily, before they open again to stare into yours. You grind up against him with a wiggle of your hips and he sucks in a deep breath at the sensitivity.

His hands plant themselves on your hips to hold you still, and he lets out another chuckle.

“Did you like that?” You ask innocently, leaning over and hovering your red and swollen lips over his. He nods, capturing your lips in a swift kiss.

“I can definitely get used to waking up like that.”

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[arkhamknightz]

DELICATE

summary: after an ongoing online scandal, you come out with a new album. during an interview, you talk about your inspo :)

warnings: this fic is an excuse to write this fic again that i made for joe since i wrote it months ago and for evan instead with reputation since i think its one of the best albums ever made! link to actual genius article for everyone :)

GENUIS!

“Three years after the release of their 2014 album, and following several public spats with celebrities, Y/N Y/L/N aims to clear their name and inaccurate public image on Reputation. At a fan event that took place in June 2018, Y/L/N described the record as a story of “finding love throughout all the noise,” referring to how the album transitions from discussing her persona to falling in love with American actor Evan Peters.”

*VIDEO STARTS*

“Is this thing on?” you looked at the camera crew and laughed as they held up a thumbs up. “Hi! Im Y/N Y/L/N, I’m here with Genius and I’m here to talk about my new album, reputation.” you smiled at the camera. Evan, sitting alongside the crew, read out the cards they had handed him. “So, how many tracks are on the album?” he asked. “Well, theres fifteen tracks” “Can you list them out for us?” he smiled warmly.

“The album starts off with Ready For It, End Game featuring Ed Sheeran and Future, I Did Something Bad, Don’t Blame Me, Delicate, Look What You Made Me Do, So It Goes, Gorgeous, King Of My Heart, Dancing With Our Hands Tied, Dress, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Call It What You Want, and the album ends with New Years Day.” Evan softly smiled, reading off the next card. “Is there anything you can tell us about each track?”

You laughed softly, “So, Ready for it is pretty much just diving into what the rest of the albums gonna be like, referencing past songs, kinda lightly digging into the whole situations thats been happening for a while.” you quickly moved onto the next track.

“End Game is just about my reputation and how this effected my outside relationships. I did something bad is pretty much about the same thing, but its a more direct approach.” You took a glance over at Evan, a small smile painted across his face as you carefully explained each track.

"Delicate is about my current relationship, as is Don't Blame Me, I'd definitely say it's one of my more vulnerable tracks." You smiled at Evan, who was already smiling as you started explaining. "My reputation wasn't the best when we first met, which obviously lead to me questioning a lot of it at the start. I didn't think someone could love me in the way he does after everything was going down, it felt like the whole internet was against me but he loved me for who I am and not who I was painted out to be."

As you finished going through each track Evan's smile only grew wider. "What's your favourite track off the album?" You clapped excitedly before speaking. "That's a really hard one but right now I'd have to say either New Year's Day or Dress, both songs are special in terms of relationships." "Do you have a favorite lyric from them?"

You nodded, "For Dress I'd have to say the bridge-" You watched as Evan looked down and smiled before looking back up at you. "Because it really touches on another vulnerable thought I had for a long time. He saw the best in me in my worst time. And for New Years Day probably the bridge as-well for the same reason.

Evan carried on the interview, you wandered questions about the album before closing off. "Well, I'm Y/N Y/L/N and this was my genius interview! Make sure to listen to Reputation on all platforms." You waved at the camera with a small smile on your face before they cut.

You stood up from your chair as the crew around you started speaking. You walked over to Evan who had put the cards down and opened his arms for you to walk into. You wrapped your arms around him as he gently kissed your forehead. "So I'm your muse hmm?" You let out a laugh and nodded before gently kissing him letting out a soft 'mmhm' You looked at him before slightly tearing up. "Thank you for loving me" He smiled softly before tightening his grip on your waist, "I'll love you for the rest of my life."

A/N: hi friends! I decided to finish this because after hearing delicate live and seeing this in my drafts I needed to finish this so badly.. live laugh love taylor swift!

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[midnightstar-90]

Nightmares

Eddie Diaz x GN! Reader

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Summary: Nightmares have never been a good thing, especially for Eddie.

Warnings: Mentions of Death

A/N: I wrote this before the most recent episode (Shh! No spoilers), so… But if I knew I would have wrote it in. Maybe in a rewrite.

Words: 1.2k words

It was about 11 o’clock at night when I was awakened by my phone. I didn’t know who could be calling me at this hour, especially when everyone knows I have a deposition for a very big case tomorrow. I leaned over, grabbing my phone off the nightstand.

This must be important. I didn’t even think to look at who called before answering. “Hello,” I spoke into the phone, my voice still groggy from just waking up.

“Y/N? It’s dad,” I heard Christopher say through the phone. I quickly sat up after hearing his words.

“What’s wrong with your dad, Chris?” I asked in a slight panic.

“There are crashing sounds coming from his room, and-“ Christopher was cut off by a loud scream coming from somewhere in the background. “-and he keeps yelling like that. He locked his door, and I can’t get in.”

I moved out of my bed and quickly changed into some clothes. I was putting on my pants, with my phone sitting between my shoulder and ear, as I started to speak again. “Okay, Chris. I want you to go to your room and stay there. I’ll be there soon,” I said calmly.

“Okay,” I heard Chris say back, through the phone. And with that, the phone went silent, for a second before I heard a door close. I now knew Christopher was in his room, safe from whatever his father had going on. “Please hurry, Y/N.”

I grabbed my keys and left the house. “I know. I am,” I spoke, getting in my car. “I’m on my way.”I heard a slight “okay” before Chris hung up the phone.

10 minutes was all it took for me to make it to the Diaz house. I quickly turned off the car and ran to the front door. Using my key, I opened their door and made my way in.

As I walked through the house, I walked past Christopher’s room, finding Christopher with his head sticking out. “Go back in your room, Chris. Let me calm your dad down, and I’ll be back to put you back to bed.” I placed a kiss on his forehead and made my way to Eddie’s door.

Before I could knock, a scream was heard from the inside, along with a loud crash. I placed my fist against the door and knocked. “Eddie?” I asked in a motherly voice. It was silent.

I tried the door, but it was locked, so I knocked again. “Eddie, open the door.” Once again it was silent. That was, until the sound of a lock unlocking was heard. I took a second before going to open the door again.

When the door opened, allowing me in, I walked into the room, and the sound of someone sobbing was heard. I maneuvered my way through the room before finding Eddie sitting against his dresser with his chest to his knees and his face rested in his arms. I walked over to Eddie, sitting down next to him.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said through his tears.

I slowly rubbed his back to comfort him. “What happened?” I asked.

Eddie was quiet for a second before he began speaking. “You all we’re dead,” he said softly, choking on his sobs.

“Who?”

“My friends, family… you,” he mumbled. He looked up at me with tears running down his face. I suddenly felt myself begin to tear up as I listened to Eddie speak. “The most important people in my life, gone. And this isn’t the first time.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, looking at Eddie, curious by what he meant.

“I mean that before I would have dreams of losing someone, but now my dream was of everyone. We were all having dinner together when the building collapsed… I was the only one to make it out.” He paused.

I patted his back again, allowing him to let it all out. I looked at Eddie with a sad smile as he stared down at the floor. “Everyone else was gone, and there was nothing I could do,” he said a little louder.

I waited a second before saying, “Well, that was all a dream. I’m here. Chris’ in the other room. And all of your friends will be there when you get back to work. You’re not losing us.”

“Well, what if I do? What if I lose you like I lost my friends in combat?”

Now I knew what this was about. He wasn’t just having dreams about us, but about them too. The people who he fought with. The ones who had his back when he was in war. I didn’t know much about Eddie’s war life, but I knew that he found family within those people like he did me and the 118. So, I could understand why this is so hard for him.

“You won’t loose us. We will always be with you, whether it’s physically or here,” I said, pointing to Eddie’s chest, where his heart was. He sniffled, and his sobs began to slow.

“Come on. Let’s get off the floor and into the bed,” I said, helping Eddie up. We slowly moved towards the bed.

As Eddie laid down on his pillow, I began to notice something shimmering, in my peripheral vision, under the glow of his lamp. I turn and see a photo frame on the floor with broken glass surrounding it. I walked over to the broken frame, bent down, and picked it up. It was a photo of Eddie, Chris, and I at the park. The photo had a white scratch through the middle, maybe from when it fell, and the glass broke. But that didn’t stop the smile that went across my face.

“Y/N?” I heard from behind me. I turned back to Eddie. He was looking up at me with pleading brown eyes. It was almost like looking at a sad puppy. “Don’t leave,” he said. I once again gave him a sad smile before setting the photo down on the dresser and getting in the bed with him.

We laid in his bed together. I held him with his back to my chest. My arm laid across Eddie’s side and our legs were intertwined with each other’s.

A knock at the door made Eddie and I turn to find Chris standing in the door frame. “Dad, are you okay?” He asked, earning a smile from Eddie. He groans, shifting under my hold. “Yeah, Buddy. I’m okay, now.” I smile as I watch the small interaction between the two. “Can I sleep with you guys, tonight?” Chris asked. With a chuckle Eddie and I responded with an “Of course, bub.” and “Yeah. Sure you can.”

Christopher was ecstatic. He tried his best to speed walk over to the bed, and when he finally made it towards us, he got in, curling up under Eddie. I turned around so that I could lean over to turn off the light and got comfortable once more, holding Eddie in my arms. The thought of us all together made me smile. And hopefully, this makes Eddie realize that we do love him, and that we would never leave his side.

“I love you, dad,” Christopher said, sleepily.

“I love you too, bud.”

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[multimusedreamss]

Dᥲtιᥒg thᥱ Evᥲᥒs

Chᥲrᥲᥴtᥱrs: Kit, Kyle (pre & post death), Colin, Jeff + Peter Rᥱᥲdᥱr Tყρᥱ: Gender Neutral Aᥙthor's Notᥱ: This is a repost from my old tumblr blog @/mrs-darling that I had deleted a couple of years ago but still kept this, so I figured I'd share it again. This was also initially a request for just Kit and Kyle but I decided to make it ‘the Evans’ instead! I added Jeff for a laugh, it might actually be a terrible depiction but I tried. Wᥲrᥒιᥒgs: pure fluff & slight NSFW (sex mention & also drug reference because of Jeff)

Kιt Wᥲᥣkᥱr

Kit is super domesticated with or without a significant other, so dating him would be relaxing but still fun

Most of your dates would take place at one of your homes

Whether it was a home-cooked meal that you both cooked together

Or a movie night with all of the sweets and treats that he picked up on the way to your house

Baking together whether it be cookies, cupcakes, cake, or anything really

He loves cinnamon buns though

So that was always a go-to

Drive-in theater dates

Going to the fair together

Kissing at the top of the Ferris wheel

After a while of dating, you’d moved in together

He is really affectionate

I’m pretty sure his love language would be physical touch

So expect to be greeted with a hug and a kiss when he came home from work and also when he left for work or just went anywhere really

Kit is a top-tier boyfriend

He always supported you no matter what you wanted to do

Whether it was a career path you wanted to take, going to college, writing a book, being a waitress, being a chef, having your own business run out of your home

It didn’t matter, you always had his support

He would never let anything bad happen to you

He would straight-up punch a dude if they ever laid a hand on you inappropriately

When he was in Briarcliff, you’d both write to each other as much as possible

You’d also visit as much as they’d allow

When he finally got out, he asked you to marry him

And you had the best wedding you could have asked for

Kყᥣᥱ Sρᥱᥒᥴᥱr (ρrᥱ & ρost dᥱᥲth)

(pre-death)

Kyle is a literal angel

Baby would fall for you so hard so fast

You didn’t mind because you felt the same way about him

When you went to frat parties together, he’d always have a protective arm around you or hold your hand just so everyone knows you're his and none of the frat boys take advantage of you

He’d rarely leave your side at a party because he knows how frat boys can be

You’d do the cutest things together

Like building blanket forts and watching movies with a phone projector

Play board games together

Netflix and chill

Having spa nights occasionally where you’d do face masks and mani/pedis 

Of course, he would never let you tell anyone he enjoyed those things

Study together

Which usually ended in a small make-out session as a reward for studying so hard

You’d also do silly things together

Like putting googly eyes on everything in his frat house (it was totally his idea)

Trying new things together 

Like having him try a pottery class where he accidentally spun the wheel so much the clay flew off the table

Overall, dating Kyle would be so much fun and he’d treat you like an absolute Queen

(post-death)

You would have dated before he died

Dating post-death Kyle was definitely not the same as dating pre-death Kyle

You had to be extremely patient and understanding with him

You wouldn’t really go out on dates much in the beginning because it was hard for him to act appropriately

As time went on and he got better with going out, you’d go places like the aquarium or the zoo and he’d absolutely love it

Most of your date nights would take place at home

You’d build blanket forts and watch movies, just like you did when he was alive

You’d teach him how to bake

99% of the time the kitchen would be a wreck and you’d both definitely need a shower or bath because of how much of the ingredients got all over the both of you

You’d play games that were easy like Trouble and Candyland

You’d watch all the Disney movies and TV shows together

He’d give the best cuddles 

Baby boy loves his cuddles

Wow does this boy love you

He’d literally kill for you in a heartbeat

Totally die for you too

But you would never let that happen because you love him so much

Coᥣιᥒ Zᥲbᥱᥣ

Colin is the sweetest boy ever

Like Kyle, he falls hard and fast

Probably even faster than Kyle

He’s literally a little puppy when you’re dating

Always ecstatic to see you and just wants some love (hugs + kisses)

Since he works so much, he tries to make as much time for you on the weekends as he possibly can

You’d go out to dinner at fancy restaurants

And do more low-key things like cook some dinner and watch a movie

Some nights he’d text you pretty late after he’s been working on a case for hours on end

You’d go over to his house to distract him and make his day less stressful

Because you always made him feel so happy and were a great distraction from his work 

Late nights on the couch, drinking beer and talking until the early hours of the night

Sometimes you’d both fall asleep on the couch with his head on your chest

Depending on what time he went to work in the morning, you’d get up early so you could have some breakfast with him

Don’t expect pancakes and eggs

It’s all about the bagels

But you can expect to have peanut butter, cream cheese, and jelly, Nutella, any kind of spread you can think of

He cares about you so much and would do just about anything for you

He’d go out of his way to make you happy with no complaints

Probably would tell you he loved you within 2 months on a whim without thinking it through

But you loved him too so it didn’t scare you away

Jᥱff Pfιstᥱr

Dating Jeff could go one of two ways I think

The two things that remain the same are:

Doing lots of cocaine 

And giving lots of head

One way dating him could go is:

He’d probably not consider you his partner for like 6 months, if ever

He isn’t the most caring person, so don’t expect many praises from him

He might have Mutt send you some gifts here and there but he’d never do it himself

Maybe if he likes you enough he’ll send you flowers or something with a note that says ‘thanks for the bjs’ 

Don’t expect a sappy note from him

If you ever told him you love him, he’d probably laugh and do a line of coke and ask for a bj

After like a year of you two being together, he’d probably say “I guess I love you” or some shit

He’d probably secretly care more than he lets on

Definitely not a top-tier boyfriend but if you want some coke, he’d definitely hook you up for a bj in return

Another way it could go:

You give him the best bj of his life and he’s head over heels for you like a legit puppy 

He’d be begging you to come to the office for a line and also a bj as much as possible

Maybe if you’re lucky he’ll give you head (I said maybe)

He’d probably send you flowers that he picked out himself

Not just one bouquet

Like 20 to fill up a room in your house or your whole office

He’d get you a job where he works so that you can be together as much as possible

He doesn’t just like you for your head game

Probably says ‘I love you’ after like 2 months but by accident while you’re giving him head

Dating Jeff isn’t terrible, he does have a soft side that he only shows for you

Pᥱtᥱr Mᥲxιmoff

If you’re dating Peter, you’re in for a wild ride

He probably does the dumbest shit

And you’d probably either join in or record it

He’s pretty funny, so you’d be laughing constantly when you’re with him

Sometimes he can get lost in his video games

So you’d have to pry him away, which isn’t that hard because he’s a puppy for you

He’d fall hard and fast

Of course, it’d fast

Literal simp

You cannot tell me this boy wouldn’t be a simp the second he saw you

If you’re at the X-Mansion with him and were both teachers, you’d constantly be getting into trouble with Logan and Professor X

Logan would be so done with your shit 

At one point he’d just groan and roll his eyes and say “Not this shit again” and light a cigar, pretending like he didn’t see a thing

Playing pranks on everyone from the teachers to the kids

The kids obviously love Peter so much and he loves them

So by default, they’d love you too

Peter would take you for runs everywhere

That meant you could go everywhere and anywhere in seconds 

Just not over the ocean, he’s not that fast… he’s tried

He’d take you to your favorite state

If you loved Philly cheese steaks, he’d run to Philly and get them for you

If you loved Chicago deep dish pizza, he’d run there and bring it to you

Definitely steal it all because boy is a kelpto

He’d literally do anything you’d ask in a flat-out second

Probably even do that before you were dating because boy was simpin hard

During the holidays, you’d go out and do all the festivities

Including apple picking, dressing up for Halloween, getting pumpkins, going over to each other's houses for Thanksgiving, ice skating around the winter time, spending Christmas morning together, being together for Hanukkah, whichever holiday you celebrate

Overall, dating Peter would be so wholesome but buckle up cuz you’re in for a while ride

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[urcatslitterbox]

Kai Anderson x Gn!bunny!reader blurb

It’s my birthday so have this blurb that I wrote literally a year ago

- 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut

-𝗰𝘄: smut, praise, degrading, daddy kink, choking, unprotected sex (be safe!!), begging, *lmk if I missed anything!!*

“Thats it baby bounce on daddy’s cock” he groaned into your ear making a shiver run down your spine. You whimpered as you tried your best to keep a steady pace but it became difficult as your legs began to tire. “Is that all you got? Thought my little bunny could hop for longer” Kai laughed as he tugged on your tail making you moan and squirm. “Mm p-please daddy I-ah I can’t” you cried as you stopped bouncing. Kai groaned at the loss of friction and flipped you over before pounding into you ruthlessly. “Such a stupid bunny couldn’t even ride my cock properly” he all but growled as he gripped your neck, slamming his cock even harder. The lack of oxygen making your head go fuzzy before he let go only to tug at your sensitive ears. You moaned as he started to nip at your ear, travelling down your neck. The sensations became to much for you making you moan louder, you were sure Winter could hear you but you didn’t care it felt to good. “Fuck gonna cum please” you cried, making kai slow his thrust much to your dismay. “You wanna cum? Beg for it like the pathetic pet your are” he demanded. “P-please daddy I’ve been so good please let me cum please I need it so bad” you begged pulling at his hair to entice him into giving you what you so desperately needed. He picked up his thrust again hitting deeper than before. “Go on then cum on my fucking cock” that’s all it took, you let go around him moaning loudly. “Such a pretty bunny coming undone on my cock” he whispered and after a few more thrust he came inside you riding out his high before pulling out and watching his cum leak out of your abused hole.

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[masivechaos]

KISS YOU WHEN I WAKE UP

drunk! remus lupin x gn! ravenclaw! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: you are late for a party and Remus has the great idea to drink while waiting

Warning/content: mention being drunk, alcohol, kissing, fluff, my English

a.n.: 1.5k words- first real fic for the first time in a month youhou

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“You’ll be there tonight?”

Remus turned his head, his eyes finding yours. He couldn’t get what you just said since he was too focused on forcing himself not to stare at you and your endearing features. “What?” he said as he cleared his throat, trying not to seem flustered.

You shake your head with a chuckle “You’ll be there tonight?” you saw his eyebrows knitted together in confusion “The party I mean” You really wanted Remus to go. You loved parties, it was a break from school pressure and allowed you to relax for a night. Sure, you were grateful to be a fast learner but burnout was easy for a gifted child who craved academic validation. Anyone in Hogwarts who wanted to have great grades needed to sacrifice a part of their mental health.

But parties were there to help you. And Remus too. You had a long week and just wanted to rest your brain and the party was a good way but it would be even better if Remus was by your side for the entire night.

You held your gaze on the boy, trying to let him know with the look in your eyes that you wanted him to be there. His lips tugged up “Sure” he offered you the softest smile, his cheeks light pink. 

It was rare to see Remus being shy, he actually was the type to be sarcastic and teasing with everyone if he wasn’t just wearing a blank face. But you didn’t remark this, you were maybe smart but totally clueless when it came to other people’s feelings. That’s something your friends always made fun of. You were a total flirt but never knew if they flirted back, liked you and were just shy persons.

You grinned a large smile “Great!” you got up and brushed off the grass that was stuck to your pants. Remus and you decided to spend some time together near the Black Lake and it was now time to leave, you had a long week and wanted to take nap before the party.

Remus watched you as you took your bag off the floor and slid it on your shoulder. When your eyes landed on Remus, it seemed like he really wanted to smile but stopped himself from doing it, his pupils were shining and he looked genuinely happy. He truly was handsome.

“See you tonight!” you bent down, pressing a brief kiss to his scarred cheek. You quickly walked away, not seeing the hard blush on Remus’ face and his wide eyes, he had to take a deep breath and a good minute to get up.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Remus lifted his head, hoping to see you enter the room as he saw a group of students coming from the corner of his eye but unfortunately, you weren’t there yet. He was wondering where you could be and just wanted you to be by his side.

As he was lost in his own thoughts he felt someone grabbing his shoulder, he turned around with a small jump, not expecting any physical touch.

He faced a very smiling Sirius “Waiting for your lovebird?” he said with a wide smirk. Remus looked back at the entrance of the common room, rolling his eyes at his friend’s comment.

James came by their side “Who are we looking for?” he nudged Remus in the ribs, showing the crowd starting to form with a head movement.

“Y/n~” Sirius sang as he sent a wink to the tall boy who let out a sigh, hating that he was right. Remus didn’t even bother listening to whatever his best friends were talking about, you were the only thing in his mind at the moment.

But as the waiting began to be long and he started to overthink, he drank a glass of firewhiskey. Then two. 

It was his fourth glass when you stepped into the room, it was just the only way he found to spend time. His eyes met yours and his lips immediately extended into a wide smile.

He got up from the couch and that was the moment he realised how much he had drunk without break. Lily next to him let out a chuckle, knowing very well why he was in this state “Go get her” she laughed and Remus nodded as he headed to you.

He approached you, his hand grabbing your shoulder. You turned your head, smiling when you saw him. Without thinking you wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging him to express how happy you were to find him.

“I’m sorry for coming so late. I forgot to set up an alarm and woke up like 40 minutes ago.” you said with an apologetic smile. But Remus beamed down at you and breathed a quiet ‘It’s okay’.

You chuckled “How much have you drank already?” Remus let out a sigh before bringing you to his chest so you would shut up, with your face pressed against his shirt.

“Take a drink and leave me alone” he said grumpily but you could hear his smile as he talked. You pushed away from his embrace before walking to the buffet, shoving a few appetisers in your mouth and filling a glass.

You joined Remus on one of the couches, you could see he was more tactile than usual but you weren’t going to complain, his arm looped over your shoulders you felt protected and relaxed.

You felt his gaze on you as you did anything “What?” you laughed, your eyebrow raising as he was staring down at you.

Remus blushed and looked away “Nothing” he let out a long breath before looking at you from the corner of his eyes “You- You’re just really pretty” That’s it. He just said it. What he wanted to tell you since he first met you months ago.

“O-oh” you weren’t expecting this and warmth raised to your entire face. You had a foolish smile on your lips “You’re pretty too”

Remus didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol in his blood or just the genuine comment you just said, but he wanted to kiss you. His mouth was agape, looking at you in such admiration, he was adorable when he was flustered. 

It wasn’t the first time he had the urge to kiss your soft-looking lips but he never dared, you were so confident, he was even surprised you weren’t taken, every sane person would love to date you. But the new form of adrenaline gave him the confidence he didn’t have sober. He leaned down, his right hand cupping your cheek.

You knew what he was going to do. And you wanted the same thing as him. The only problem that was floating in your mind was ‘does he really want to kiss you? Or it’s just the euphoria of the night?’ “Wait” you whispered when his lips almost touched yours.

Remus cocked his head to the side. “Do you really want this? It’s not just alcohol?” you asked quietly.

The boy nodded eagerly “Of course, I wanted to since I first led my eyes on you” you grinned when he talked, that was the sweetest thing someone ever told you.

“You’re not going to regret this tomorrow morning?” you were scared your dream will disappear when you will wake up and Remus shook his head with wide eyes, he was begging you in silence and you couldn’t resist anymore.

“Just one.” his lips tugged down in disappointment “C’mon, if you still like me in the morning we will have plenty of time to kiss” This time you were the one initiating the kiss, your hand on his scarred cheek, tilting his head down so you could reach for his lips. He didn’t wait before kissing you back, his hand coming behind your neck.

Fireworks exploded in Remus’ stomach, he couldn’t believe what was happening. He never wanted to stop, he loved you too much to break the kiss right now.

You pulled away for air but Remus chased for your lips and you giggled. “I said one” Remus sighed, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a muffled groan. When you tore your stare away from him you saw all his friends looking at you with big smirks and you let out an awkward laugh.

Remus could feel your embarrassment and he gazed up at where you were looking. He grunted when he saw his idiots of friends “Leave us alone” he told them with furrowed brows before grabbing your hand to lead you to a more quiet place.

The said place ended up being his dorm. He just plopped down on his bed, waiting for you to join him. He made sure his face was close to yours, and it made you laugh “So I can kiss you when I wake up” he let you know before hugging you to sleep.

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[gothiccortez]

ghosts on parade

tate langdon x reader

summary: trick or treating with tate!!

wc: 1.3k

contents: fluff, trick or treating. based off a request i received! this is just very cute and fun. no pronouns mentioned, so gn!reader. happy halloween :))

A mixtape of Halloween themed songs shuffled on the stereo as you searched for the mask that would finally complete your costume.

A hoard of clothes were scattered on your bed that you’d thrown out from the closet. You shifted through them, wondering how you could’ve possibly misplaced the item.

With a sigh, you turned, and nearly jumped out of your skin as you ran right into the chest of Tate, who was holding your mask up to his face.

“Trick or treat.”

You could practically hear his grin, though his features were hidden.

“I’ve been looking for that for an hour!” you snatched the mask away from him with a sigh. In return, he simply smiled at you playfully

“I didn’t take it,” he said as he walked across the room to your bed. He flopped down on it lazily, making the forgotten articles of clothing fall to the floor. The black robe of his costume flattened out over the bed, creating wrinkles that you knew would be obvious. “I just wanted to help you out, baby.”

“I have a hard time believing that.”

Tate stared back at you, trying to decipher if you were actually angry or not. When you crossed your arms over your chest dramatically, he relented, rolling closer to you on the bed.

“Alright, fine. You caught me.” He took your hand in his own, running his thumb over the smooth veins and bones on the back of your palm. “Will you forgive me?”

The pout on his face was unnecessary, though you melted into him anyways.

“I suppose,” you said, your laugh betraying you. “Come on, idiot. We’ll miss out on all the candy if we don’t go now.”

You tugged Tate to his feet and he stumbled off the bed, following you out of the room. On the way downstairs, he put on his mask, nearly tripping down the steps in the process.

Addie was sitting on the kitchen table when you approached, busy occupying herself with a game. How she kept finding her way into your house, you weren’t sure, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care much.

“Aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?” she asked, only sparing you a glimpse as she focused on her task.

You laughed, gesturing at her fully in costume. “Aren’t you?”

She made a face at you, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. “No.”

“Of course not,” you agreed. “Besides, no one will know if we're too old or not.” You completed your costume with the mask over your features. “That’s what the masks are for.”

Addie finally examined your full look, nodding with approval. “I like Michael Myers.”

“More than Ghostface?” Tate asked, sounding almost disappointed as he gestured towards his own costume. He took the mask off, frowning at his sister as his blond hair fell over his face in tangled strands.

“Oh, come on, Addie, don’t you think he looks cute?” You said teasingly as you pinched at Tate’s cheeks.

He swatted you away though his cheeks still turned pink under your compliment.

“Gross,” Addie said as you took Tate’s hand, rolling her eyes at you.

You laughed, pulling Tate along with you out the kitchen door. “Lets go,” you said, already excited to get out there. You hadn’t gone trick-or-treating since you were a kid.

All your problems seemed to wash away, just briefly, as you walked around the neighborhood hand in hand with Tate. You admired all the costumes and the creativity, the decorations that were on almost every lawn.

“You seem happy,” Tate observed, though he couldn’t even see your face. It must have been the way you were nearly skipping down the street, buzzing with energy.

“I am,” you said, feeling the smile curl on your lips. “I love Halloween. Don’t you?”

“Sure.” He shrugged. “I like spending time with you more though.”

You knocked him with your shoulder, your skin warming with the comment.

The night went by quickly, and you had no idea how long you had been out. You went to as many houses as you could before the lights went off, getting a compliment from each owner on your costumers.

By the time you’d made your rounds, reciting the same trick or treat at each front door, your bags of candy were full.

You walked back home with Tate, sifting through your bags as you searched for the best candy. Your masks were gone, the sweat at your hairline drying.

“What did you get?” Tate asked over your shoulder after he’d finished looking through his own stash. A full-size chocolate bar laid at the top of your pile, shining at you like a grand prize. It immediately caught Tate’s eyes, and he started to reach into your bag to take it from you. “I want the—”

Before he could grab it, you jerked the bag away, scowling. “No way!”

“Huh?” Tate seemed surprised, his eyebrows raising towards his hairline. “Do you even like those?”

“Maybe.” You narrowed your eyes, watching his every move. “Doesn’t mean I’ll give it to you.”

As predicted, Tate lunged at the bag, trying to grab it away from you. You were much faster, though, and took off in a sprint, laughing as he chased after you down the street.

He was faster than you, and would catch up easily, but you didn’t mind.

“Come on, baby, just a bite!” he shouted from behind you, running to catch up.

“No!” You could hear Tate right on your heels, the sound of his sneakers loud against the pavement.

Before you could pick up your speed, Tate was on you, throwing his arms around you from behind. He tugged you into him, and you fell into his chest, laughing loudly. As you flailed, you nearly spilled your bag of candy.

“Tate!” You glared, trying to swat away his hand, though he’d already stolen the candy bar from you. He quickly stuffed it into his own bag, giving you a kiss on the cheek to remedy the situation.  

“What if that was my favorite candy!” You frowned. In return, he held you closer. His hand grazed your hip as he pressed kisses into your neck from behind. “You would really ruin my Halloween like that?”

“Of course not,” he said, finally spinning you around to face him. He traced the edge of your jaw softly, staring at your unmoving lips. “I know that’s not your favorite. You don’t think I have all your favorite candies memorized?”

Your glare intensified, though only for a moment before Tate was kissing your pout away. The action made you melt a little, all your previous frustrations (as miniscule as they were), draining away. “Do you really?”

“Well, obviously…” he said, somewhat offended. “I love you.”

You stuttered, though returned the sentiment with a grin you couldn’t keep away.

“I’ll trade candies with you anyway. I don’t mind taking all the bad ones.” His eyes were completely serious, somehow concerned that he’d actually ruined your Halloween.

“I don’t care about a stupid piece of candy, Tate,” you said, throwing your arms around him in a hug as you pressed your face into his chest.

It caught him off-guard, though his hand quickly came to your back, lovingly tracing your spine. His embrace was warm, a shield against the cool autumn air.

“Come on, let’s go back. We can squeeze in at least one scary movie before the night’s over.” 

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[drowningyoursorrow]

CULTURE OF DISHONESTY

james patrick march x gn! reader / kai anderson x gn! reader

You were married to James for as long as you could remember, before and after he built the hotel. But as time grew, you knew he fell in love with another, the Countess he called her. You heard of their dinners together, but if you left, you'd have nothing. You gave it all up for James and his dark secrets, died alongside him. What will you do now?

!!!: mentions of death, murder, cheating, minor nsfw mentions, alcohol consumption W/C: 2.5k

You've been dead for nearly a century, and most of the time the halls of the Hotel Cortez were dead silent. Besides the moments from time to time when people were being murdered, and you could hear their screams. You've grown used to it, most of the time avoiding the areas where they came from. Although you died a while back, unlike James, you decided to try to keep up with the new eras and trends. James didn't seem to mind because he told you he loved your “ivory soul” and not how you appear.

Now you just laugh at the memory of it, ever since you've heard of his affair you've been looking into it. Of course, James believed you were oblivious to his own endeavors since you don't pry into his business. You've discovered that The Countess was purely the opposite of you, she was breathtaking, but you could tell her heart was cold. At first, you were insanely jealous and cried to yourself for weeks, but now, it just feels like a light sting. Of course, you still loved James and you loathed it because your heart still yearns from him like before.

You wish you would've at least grew out of love with him over tie like he did with you, maybe replace him or something. But you can't see yourself with any man other than James, you've decided to try to be distant to help. It has been working lately, you don't feel the urge to have to see him every second of your day anymore. But you assumed that since James has to keep up his act that he's still infatuated with you, he checks up on you.

Surprisingly, he noticed that you were no longer clinging onto his arm everywhere he went. Since he usually never really did acknowledge you even when you did do that, just growing accustomed to the feeling. As you were getting prepared to head to the bar, to drink your own pitiful sorrows away. James appeared, typically he was off wooing the countess or doing his killings, you've figured out his plans to avoid him. You were wearing something on the fancier side, deciding it'd best to look expensive while you have your mental breakdown.

He halted in his steps as he studied your get-up, often you didn't wear anything fancy since it wasn't really the style anymore. You felt relieved now since you didn't blush under his gaze anymore and just gave him an unimpressed look. He strode toward where you were and stood behind you and smoothed his hands across your sides. Nuzzling his head into the side of your neck, "you look ravishing, dearest. It feels like forever since I have seen you dress so eloquently."

You felt a certain distaste in your mouth as his hands touched you, knowing that he was doing this with someone else. So, you gently removed his hands off of you and stepped away from him, still facing away. Grabbing the rest of your necessities, "thank you, James." You paused, unsure of what else to say to brush him off, "I'm sorry, but I was just heading off somewhere. Maybe we can chat when I get back, hm?"

"Well, where are you heading? Maybe I can accompany you, may I remind you, I do own this hotel. I know all the secret and wonderful places." He spoke at you eagerly, going near you once more, holding out his arm so you could take it like you'd usually do. "Yes, I know James, I was there with you. But I was looking forward to spending some time with myself." James gave you a quizzical look, confused that you rejected his offer, usually you'd take every chance to be with him.

He rested his arm back to his side, thinking, "but we haven't spent a lot of time together recently, we better catch up on the days we've missed!" He was grinning at you now, the idea of you not wanting to be with him simply not registering for him. Him mentioning that you two not spending time together humored you, he was the reason for it. Always brushing off both of yours plans to go and be with the Countess, telling you he had business to attend to. "James, maybe another night? I must be going now, I'll see you when I return."

You gave him one last glance, his eyebrows were furrowed and a frown was evident on his features. For a moment you thought he looked, hurt, upset even. The idea made you laugh, surely he wouldn't be, he had no right to be. With that, you slammed the door and headed off to your destination, trying to stop the unconscious tears welling up in your eyes. "You're just being ridiculous, he doesn't care."

You made your way to the bar, it was empty as usual, and so you situated yourself more in the front. Liz knew of your current predicament and only could pity you, never bothering you when you did drunkenly sob about it. She gave you your usual bourbon before asking, "what happened this time, sweetie?" "You know, he pretended to care and acted sad when I didn't want to spend time with him. Like as if he wasn't blowing me off, so he could go be with her." You chugged the drink, the strong taste not bothering you, but there was a faint sting.

Although you've been trying not to bother yourself with your feelings of the situation, it still always made your heart squeeze. "Why does he even still try? Why can't he just go and tell me he doesn't want me anymore? Just give me some piece of mind." "Maybe you keep him grounded? You did stick by his side with everything, so if you were to just be gone it would feel… Unnatural. He never did like anything out of order." You chugged more of the bourbon she gave you, looking at the liquid, laughing that you were drinking his drink.

You were always a lightweight, no matter how much you'd drink, and how you never got used to how strong the liquid was. You rested your head on your hand as you stared at the empty glasses, "Him cheating on me is out of order, like if I had the guts I'd like to punch him or something." Liz smirked at your remark, before noticing someone take a seat at the bar. You slumped over and buried your head in your arms, hearing the faint voice of a man beside you.

In your hazy mind you thought of the affair, deciding if he's cheating on you, maybe you can cheat on him. That'll give him a reason to end it with you, since you were too scared to do it yourself. You peeked up to stare at the mysterious man, he was fairly lean but muscular. He was the opposite of James, and it enticed you, he had blue hair that hung above his shoulders. He sported a gray turtleneck paired with a black leather coat.

Unusual, but you had no right to judge, you look like you just attended the met gala. He had an intense gaze before he flicked his eyes at you, you didn't flinch. So you two just stared at each other, him sipping his drink as you both studied one another. It looked like he was judging your outfit as well, looking up at you with a really? look. You grinned and nodded your head sheepishly, he shifted to the seat right next to you and looked down at you.

"What's with the formal wear?" He spoke in a teasing tone yet it sounded soft and gruff at the same time. He was smiling at you amused, "well, just felt the need to look exquisite while I get insanely drunk. The usual." He laughed at your response, shaking his head as he chugged the rest of his drink. "What's with you? You look like you're about to mug someone."

You hiccuped while you giggled at yourself, but his gaze shifted to something serious as he looked at you. Before switching back to charming, "maybe I am?" "Wait wait, no offense, but why are you in a hotel like this? You look like a motel type of person." "Looked shady from the outside, so I went in, and it was the opposite. Got tricked, I guess?" You furrowed your brows, you haven't really seen the outside of the place in a while, being dead and all.

He looked at you some more, although you're dressed normally, he had a sense that you were different. You wore your hair old timely and had a bit of an accent to you, like those people in those old Hollywood films. "I'm Y/N by the way, in case you were wondering." You interrupted him, he was looking at you too much, your tone was sluggish yet serious in a way. "I'm Kai, Kai Anderson."

He brought his hand out to you, you shook it firmly, giggling because you haven't done that in a while. He seemed amused at your drunken state of mind, "do you live here, or?" "Hm, yeah, been staying here for a while. Wouldn't recommend." "Then why are you still here?" "Commitment, I am no quitter." He didn't look satisfied with your answer, looking frustrated for a quick second before he smiled at you.

"I was actually planning on to stay here for a while, you want to show me all the good spots?" You smiled at that, you two were unconsciously leaning against each other, you just now noticed. So you shifted back to your original spot, Kai giving you a confused look but not saying anything. "Yeah, I can, I know all the juicy spots." "Juicy?" "Isn't that like... a slang?" "Not anymore."

You cringed at yourself, maybe you need to reeducate yourself again. "Well, I know some pretty amazing spots, nice and quiet." He hummed at your response, swigging one last drink before he stood up. "Maybe when you're sober." With that, he headed to the elevators, giving you one last wave before he was gone.

You cheekily smiled at yourself, feeling accomplished, feeling Liz's eyes on you, looking impressed. You felt smug and sloppily sat up, walking to the elevator in unsteady steps. Waving at her and stepping into the elevator. You made your way to yours and James room, opening it, surprised to see him sitting at his desk.

Usually he was gone whenever you returned from whatever you were doing, if he did come back it was only for a second. You ignored him and made your way to the bed and flopped down on your back, feeling the sheets. You wonder if he ever brought her back here, using his suite to woo her, or something. You heard him stand up, making his way over to you to tower over you as he studied your drunken state. "My beloved, were you at the bar?"

You pretended to think, "why yes, James, twas at the bar. Where else would I go?" He studied you once more, you both knew that you only drank whenever you were upset. But he decided not to say anything and sat next to you, "Is something the matter? You've been shaking me off lately." You thought of his question, yes, yes there is a problem, you're cheating on me, so I'm drinking to not think about it. "No, not at all. All is swell."

You giggled to yourself as you kicked your shoes off, knowing your answer was agitating him. "Who were you with at the bar?" You stilled, although you weren't doing anything wrong, the way he asked you bothered you. His tone was stern, and you knew if you looked at him, he would have his souless stare. There would be no use in lying, he had eyes everywhere, but he wouldn't really watch over you.

Suddenly sober, you asked, "what do you mean?" "You know what I mean." "No, James, I do not, elaborate." "I saw you at the bar with someone. A strange looking man to be exact." "He's not strange, and why are you watching me?"

The question made James falter and he seemed to be thinking, "well, you being curt earlier had me worried so I went to see what you were doing." "Oh my god, you stalked me." "No, I wasn't stalking you, I was just checking to see if you were alright and safe." "That's what a stalker would say." "No matter that, what were you doing with him?"

"Drinking, I was alone, and he randomly showed up and talked to me, we're drinking buddies now." "Well quit it." You sat up with him, scooting away from him as you glared at him. He was avoiding your gaze, but he looked equally frustrated with you as you were with him. "Quit what exactly, James? Drinking with someone? You do it all the time, why can't I?"

"It's different." "How is it different, James? Hm? Am I only supposed to drink with you now? I want you to know how unfair that is." He flicked his glare toward you but kept his temper, "It's business matters that's why, and he was flirting with you!" "No he wasn't! You know what I can't with you, I am tired." You weren't, but you needed to get your point across, "we can talk about this tomorrow."

James looked as if he was going to protest but held his tongue watching you curl away from him on the bed. Not bothering to change, his expression saddened as he laid down beside you. Not changing, either, he faced away from you on the bed. You felt bad for having him worried, but you wanted him to feel how you’ve felt for the past months. "Goodnight James, I love you."

There was no response, only a huff, and with that you closed your eyes as tears began to fall. The feeling of your failed marriage finally hitting you and James secluded life from you. Maybe Kai could help you tomorrow, you felt comfort with the stranger as you thought of tomorrow. You still silently cried because you could feel the remaining love that bloomed for James, no matter what. What you didn't know was James could feel you crying next to him, but his pride held him back from saying anything.

As he finally felt you fall to rest, he sat up and stared down at your sleeping figure, holding empathy and guilt. He knew he had no right to be upset with who you were talking to. The guilt soon finally hit as he curled himself next to you, recalling all the times he blew you off to be with someone else. The times he would lay with her because of her beauty, but your warmth was different from hers, he felt more safe and secure, but he was in too deep.

"Goodnight dearest, I love you too."

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- Had to make a story with both of my favorites - Possibly going to make more parts (I'm lying) - Not proofread in any way - The titles not a song, just a creative saying I saw

Hope you enjoyed and if you have any requests or questions please dm!

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[spookievan]

t.langdon ; high school sweethearts.

opposites attract, studious y/n x tate! (headcanons)

doesn't really pay attention in class but on the days that you're absent he makes sure to take notes just to give them to you

possessive of you, you're only allowed to help him with schoolwork and no one else (he makes sure of it)

he lies and asks you to come over to 'help him with homework' but then distract you the whole afternoon which leads to you scolding him and you guys having to stay up late doing homework

he likes sneaking out to go sleep to your place cause "it's not his fault he sleeps better when you hold him"

he'll let you do skincare on him and complain the whole time but secretly adores it

he cannot stay up in class so you'll have you write him signs of answers to questions teachers ask him

he cries a lot when you're alone together, he tells you about his family and mental health issues, eventually falling asleep mid vent cause crying exhaust him

when he gets mad he refuses to get near you in fear of acting up on accident and scaring you away

^^ but then he comes by and apologizes using sticky notes cause he's too ashamed to look at you :(

he LOVES to stare at you while you study

"what?" you stare at the boy with a confused smile watching him blink and fix his posture before flashing a smile of his own "nothing you're just really pretty when you're focused" he whispers, "oh shush langdon" you mumble embarrassed before kissing his cheek and going back to your books leaving the boy flustered <3

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[yes-divine-ruler]

You probably get so many requests 😂 I do love your song based pieces are seriously amazing though. I have one 🙈.

Kai or Warren because they’re the only ones I see relating to this song.

“Love the way you lie Pt. 2 by Rihanna”

It’s so fitting for both. If you get to it but no worries if not!!

Kai Anderson x GN!Reader Angst - “Love The Way You Lie”

Sorry if it’s shit </3

CW: depictions of a domestic violence relationship

Words: 1144

You stood in front of the bathroom vanity, your head close to the mirror as you intricately dabbed at the open wound cutting your eyebrow in half. With the wrappers of closure strips surrounding the sink, you thought you must’ve closed up the cut to the best of your ability. Your sad, defeated reflection stared back at you, and you couldn’t help the tears that fell down your face.

Was this really what your relationship had come to?

You met your boyfriend in college, he was sweet, shy, reserved and friendly. You got on like a house on fire, he always brought you flowers, he always talked you through your own issues, he never dared laid a hand on you if you two fought.

When his parents passed, something inside him switched. He got angry with the world, fed up, he hated how he was, and he hated how everything had turned out. At first, you’d console him night after night as he cried into your shoulder, rubbing his back trying to soothe his pain.

But then his sadness turned to hatred. And he took it out on you, the only person who truly loved him anymore.

So there you were, with a potentially broken rib cage, a swollen and bruised eye and a split eyebrow, trying to steady your fast breathing and stifle the sobs that begged to escape your chapped lips.

“Meeting in 5,” Winter knocked on the door without opening it.

“Okay one sec,” you called back, taking a deep breath before leaving the bathroom and navigating slowly to the basement.

You hated the person you saw sat in the middle of the sofa, his hair long and blue, his eyes dark and unwelcoming. He didn’t acknowledge you as you sat cross legged on the floor in front of him, because he knew what the monster inside him had done to you, and he couldn’t fathom seeing you hurt.

Winter tapped your shoulder as you looked down at your hands, and you turned to look at her. Her eyes widened at the sight of your beaten face, a hand covering her mouth as it hung open in shock.

“What the fuck happened?” She asked, looking over at Kai who was still ignoring the two of you as he spoke to Speedwagon.

“Nothing Winter, leave it,” you pleaded. If she made a big deal of it, you knew that the only person that would suffer was you.

“No Y/N, he can’t keep doing this,” Winter stormed over to Kai, and grabbed onto his shoulder. You watched in fear as he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“Can’t you see we’re having a conversation?” He said simply, his tone low.

“What the fuck have you done to Y/N Kai?”

Kai looked at you for the first time since you sat there, his face dropping at your tortured facial expression. For a moment, you saw the boy you fell in love with, vulnerable and hurt.

“Nothing they didn’t deserve,” is all he replies with, and your heart breaks all over again.

You try and recollect the events of earlier that day, trying to see where you went wrong. You’d remembered that you had gone down to the mall without his permission to meet with a friend. From the moment you’d gotten there, he blew up your phone, accusing you of being unfaithful, disobedient, calculating. Your friend had told you so many times to leave that she’d run out of care to give. She let you return home after half an hour, to which you received your impending beating.

From everything you could recollect, nothing was your fault, Kai’s statement only making your sadness turn to anger. Something snapped, your confidence building as you got up off the floor, striding over to Kai and pointing an accusing finger at his chest.

“You’re a fucking monster you know that? I did nothing but love you, and all you do is control me and beat me,” more tears welled in your eyes, “fucking look at me Kai! Look at what you’ve done to me!”

Kai’s face is emotionless, his eyes staring across at Speedwagon, not once facing you.

“You don’t even have the balls to look at me?”

Kai finally turns his head, grabbing your wrist and pulling your finger off his chest. He holds your wrist tightly, as he grits his teeth and looks you dead in the eyes.

“You’re nothing but a waste of my precious time, don’t come down here to my basement and tell me what I am.”

It was enough for you to finally rip your wrist from Kai’s grip and storm off, ascending the stairs again and going back to your shared bedroom.

You tore a bag from the closet and began packing your things, almost not being able to see from the tears that were blurring your eye sight.

“Baby.”

You turn and there’s Kai at the door, rushing towards you and trying to stop you from ferociously packing your bags.

“No Kai, I’m done this time,” you choke out, “I’m seriously done.”

He comes towards you and tried to grip onto your arms, but you shove him, making him stumble back a few steps.

“Dont fucking touch me!” You yell, Kai only fuelling off your anger and seething in embarrassment from his stumble.

“I came in here to apologise to you,” he spat, “now I know how much that isn’t worth it, fucking leave.”

“I am!” You spit back, turning to your bad and continuing to pack.

“You have nowhere to go, where are you going?” He let out a mocking laugh, because he knew he was the one that isolated you from the rest of the world. In reality, you didn’t have anyone to turn to anymore.

“I’ll go back to my parents,” you fought back, not letting his harsh words get the better of you.

“Yeah right,” Kai chuckled, shaking his head before punching a hole through the closet door. The sudden act of violence made you jump, but you didn’t let it stop you, finally zipping your bag and throwing the strap over your shoulder.

“Get out of my way,” you demanded, as Kai stood firmly in the doorway, unmoving.

Trying to push passed him, he wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest. You struggled; hitting his chest with your fists until nothing worked, and then you fell limp in them in defeat.

“You know you’re not going anywhere,” he said, just above a whisper as you cried. Your bag dropped from your shoulder as your chest heaved, big sobs leaving your lips.

“I love you Y/N,” he whispered into your hair. Maybe it took for him to see you fall apart to realise you were the best thing in his life, and he needed you.

“I love you too.”

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[mrs-march-ahs]

Kai Preparing You For The White House (G/N smut)

OK LISTEN hfjkdshf

this is an actual fantasy i had last night. appropriate? probably not, but sexy? oh my lord yes

Summary- Since you are going to be living in the White House with Kai one day, it's only appropriate that you know the pledge of allegiance off by heart.

Warnings- this is probably disrespectful to the pledge of allegiance. and maybe to the flag. maybe to america? i don't know. i'm polish. i don't really know what the pledge is. i just know it's something y'all have memorised. i, however, do not, so this is hot. also, spanking fdjskfhds.

Words- 1.7k.

This is a Gender Neutral reader, the few times I couldn't get away with neutral language, I put two options [in brackets/like this].

The reader isn't necessarily European, but obviously somebody who does not have the pledge memorised. Not yet ;)

enjoy <3

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“Do you know-”

“The muffin man?”, Winter butts in. Kai gives her a glare and then stares are his laptop again, not making eye contact with anybody when he speaks.

“The pledge”

You look at Winter, not sure whether Kai's talking to you or her. Winter stops sucking on her red vine and starts waving it around as she speaks.

“Riiiiight”, she drags out. She points her red vine at you aggressively and you look at her. “If you’re gonna be the First [Lady/Gentleman]one day, you should know it”

You stare at Winter blankly for a second, before nodding once. “The pledge of allegiance? I’ve heard it before in movies”

Winter continues to look at you, and allows Kai’s tapping on the keyboard to be the only sound in the room. You play with the frills of the cushion next to you on the floor and fill the silence with uncertainty. “Uhh”

“I pledge allegiance”, Kai starts you off very seriously.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag… of the Unites States…um”, you rest your head back on the seat of the sofa and stare at the ceiling. “And the republic for which it stands… one nation under God, w- indivisible…”, you close your eyes. “With freedom… with liberty! And justice for all”

You lift your head up to look at Winter, who gives you a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. You can’t help but smile back at her and watch as she stands off the armchair she was previously laid on, to leave.

“Very well done, First [Lady/Gentleman]”, she winks at you from the stairs and walks out of the basement.

Kai, not looking away from his laptop screen that shows an article about Beverly and a word document, stops typing for a moment.

“That’s hot”, he says.

“The pledge of allegiance?”

“No”, he replies sternly. “You saying it, you knowing it”

You look over at him next to you on the floor. He takes his hands off his laptop and pushes the coffee table away from him.

“Come here”, he whispers and straightens his legs. The eerie silence of the room only adds to the romantic atmosphere. You smile and crawl over to straddle his thighs. You put your arms around Kai’s neck, trying to scootch your body as close to his as you could.

Kai puts his large hands above your knees and slides them up, softly kneading at your exposed thighs. The touch under your shorts felt possessive and full of admiration at the same time.

“Say it again”

Kai’s dark brown eyes ever so slightly look up at you. His eyebrows raise with his words and he looks at your lips and holds back a smirk.

You play with hair on the back of Kai’s neck, practically swinging your legs and batting your eyelashes as you begin for him again. “I pledge allegiance to the flag and the republic-”

A quick slap on the back of your thigh stops any more words from coming. The contact makes you jump slightly off his lap and gasp, having to bite your lip to stop you from giggling. Sexual contact from a busy Kai was an increasingly rarer occurrence making the harsher touches even more arousing than the soft ones. He must be as desperate for you as you are for him.

You look away from Kai’s face, trying to stop smiling. A short giggle escapes your lips from the unexpected contact. Kai, noticing this, puts his hands on your ass and slides them up and down.

“Of the Unites States of America”, he corrects you. You nod and try to stay serious, despite feeling like a child in timeout.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of Unites States of America”, you bat your eyelashes for real this time. “And the republic for which it stands, one nation, indivi-”

Another slap stings you, this time directly on your right cheek. It surprises you just as much as the first one, but hurts less.

The mixture of pain and pleasure becomes even more unbalanced, and the tingle of arousal travels your body, making your body warm and your cheeks blush. Kai rubs his rough calloused hands over the red sting, tapping it lightly a few times.

You hide your face in Kai’s neck to hide your red cheeks, taking in a deep breath of his smell.

“Under God, try again”. With your mind filled with dirty thoughts and the prospect of Kai pounding you into the sofa, the correction doesn’t register in your mind. Kai is exceptional at remaining serious when he has to. You, however, have to suck in your bottom lip to not giggle again.

Another slap on the altering cheek makes you sit straight up and let out a whimpering sound. “Hmph!”

Kai’s hands leave your ass and go on the edge of the sofa behind him, pushing up off the floor and onto the sofa, strong enough to take you with him. You hold onto his shoulders and settle in on his lap once again, trying to sit down, but your sore ass making you stick it out a little, attempting to sit down a couple of times but not being able to feel comfortable.

Since you can’t sit still, Kai puts his hand in between your thighs, separating your legs and putting them both on the right side of his body. You pout a little in protest, not sure if Kai is finished with you, but he pulls you by the shoulder to lay you over his lap.

“oh my god”, you breathily whisper. Kai pulls your shorts up as far as they go, making you squirm in his lap. He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your red exposed ass.

He puts his hand down forcefully, almost slapping your cheek, grabbing it, and looking down at you. He prefers it that way.

You lay still, so aroused at the core that you wonder if Kai can feel it on his lap. Your face smushed against the sofa doesn’t stop Kai from hearing your innocent laugh slipping out at how awkward you feel at your first time over his knee.

Kai rubs your thighs a few times, and with his other hand strokes the hair out of your face to force your head on its side. He looks at you and smirks, keeping his hand on your head gently, but you look straight ahead of you. The reflection of your position on the black TV makes you close your eyes.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the Unites States of America, and the republic for which stands”, you pause and open your eyes. You bite your lip to stay serious, needing a second to retrieve the second half of the phrase. You’re a little distracted.

The reflection of you in the TV shows Kai with his hand above your cheek, straightened out flat and ready. You bury your face in your hands, feeling exposed and embarrassed at how submissive you are for this man, but he rips your hands off your face almost instantly, holding them behind your back with one hand.

“One nation…”, you exhale out of your nose and hesitantly continue. “Indivisible”

The slap echoes in the room. The filthy sound makes your cheeks redden. Both of them.

Kai tsks his tongue a few times, not being able to resist smiling at you. You take a slow breath out, squirming on his knees, not because of the embarrassment, not even because of the sting, but because the arousal prickling at your body and thighs is too much. If you don’t start moving and getting something, you might implode.

Kai pushes your legs down against the sofa, trying to keep you still. His other hand slides up your back and tickles slightly at your neck before going back up to your head. He slithers his fingers in your hair, holding down, and tugging your head up. You gasp quietly, not knowing before that his long fingers just tugging at your hair could make you shiver.

“One more time”, he demands.

“Or what?”. The words leave your lips without a second of thought.

He tugs at your hair further, forcing your neck to bend back uncomfortably. With his other hand, he legs go of your legs and lets the weight of his arm come down on your cheeks in another slap.

The feeling makes you wriggle, or attempt to, but Kai’s grip on your hair keeps you still.

“One more time”, he repeats. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of America… and the republic for which it stands, one nation”, you pause. Opening your eyes, you question whether or not to blunder on purpose. But knowing Kai’s stamina and patience, your ass will be bleeding before he will let you off. More curious on what treat he has for you learning your lesson, you continue.

“Under God, indivisible, with… um… liberty? And justice for all”

Kai’s grip on your hair releases, making you drop your head instinctively. He lifts you off his lap, sliding out from the side, leaving you laying on the sofa. You turn your head back to look up at him climb on top of you, sitting on your legs while he unbuckles his belt. The sight makes you moan, and prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better view.

Kai pulls down your shorts in one swoop, grabbing a fistful of your ass in each hand and pulling you up. You stick it out for him, letting him see you bare and [glistening wet/dripping with precum] for him.

You look to the side at the turned off TV and watch him stroke himself like you’re watching the porn channel. He spits on your hole and pushes against it, letting the tip of his cock get swallowed in by how desperately turned on you are.

“One more time”, he repeats again. You look up at him, and quickly and frantically say the pledge, not being able to wait any longer.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the Unites States of America, and the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with freedom and justice for all”

You look at Kai with pleading eyes and stick your ass out even more. He keeps his hands spreading your cheeks and makes eye contact with you in the reflection of the TV.

“Close enough”, he mumbles defeated, and slams into you.

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[v-love]

Sick jpm with a christmas cold x reader? :)

Christmas Blues (JPM x GN!Reader)

Summary: After spending the day on the roof doing Christmas activities with the ghosts of the hotel, James becomes sick.

CW: None

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler @evanpetersfav @preselelle @quicksilversg1rl @kaylaperiodqueenslay @theyluvvkoi @bldmoth @nvtallowed

Word Count: 1729

Images/GIFS are not mine.

Laughter and music could be heard from the top of the marvelous Hotel Cortez. Lights were hung up around the hotel as well as some trees decorated with beautiful crystal ornaments. In the recent years, James has allowed the holidays to be celebrated since he loved seeing how much fun you had. As you threw snowballs at your fellow ghosts, James sips on his hot chocolate, humming at the rich taste. While he was playing with his cup, you threw a snowball at his chest, taking him by surprise. “What on earth?” He shouts, his lips curling into an evil smile. James set down his cup and gathered snow into his hands. “Two can play that game, darling!” He said before hurling a snowball at your back. Hearing you laugh and try to throw more back at him, he chases you around. The other ghosts join in, hurling ball after ball at each other. Soon you all got bored and decided to settle down, telling stories of Christmas past. James recounts a time when his mother had gotten him a metal car instead of the wooden one he originally wanted. He expressed how ecstatic he was because the car he received on that morning was so much better than what he originally wanted. Of course, James left out the sad details of the story. His father had said horrible things to his mother when he found out how much the car was worth. James shook his head out of those memories as he listened to you tell many stories of your family and how many gifts you would receive because of how large your family used to be. He loved listening to you speak. He wanted to hear you all day and everyday. Well he could since you both were dead.

Soon the festivities came to an end, James thanking everyone for another fun Christmas celebration. Hand in hand, you and James went to your shared room. “Did you have fun tonight, my dear?” He asks you, kissing your hand gently. “I did, it was absolutely glorious. How about you?” Your hands make quick work of his shirt, hanging it up to dry. It was cold and wet from all the snow. “Of course. I got to see you have fun.” He says as he helps you with your own clothes. After bathing and slipping into warm nightwear, you both settle into bed. James frowns a bit as he notices that he felt colder than usual, pulling you close to him for warmth. “Are you alright? You’re shaking a little.” You ask, placing your palm on his chest. “Why yes, I’m just fine. A bit cold is all, my love. Let’s rest now, I’m awfully tired.” He said, yawning a bit before holding your hand on his chest. Kissing him briefly on his cheek, you both fall asleep.

The whole night was difficult for James. He was shivering and moving around, making you stir a bit once or twice. In the morning, you notice he’s not in bed. “Jimmy?” You call out, sitting up as you look around your room. Coming out of the bathroom and clearing his throat, he smiles a bit. “You’re awake, good morning. Is something wrong?” He says, drying his hands. He sounded odd to you. His normally silky deep voice now sort of…raspy. Frowning, you shake your head. “No not at all…the bed was just cold. James, are you alright? You look…sickly.” His skin looked clammy and even more pale than usual to you. “Oh yes, I’m alright-“ a short cough erupted from his chest. “Oh Jimmy…” you say, getting out of bed and pulling him close to you. “Don’t tell me you’re ill.” You say, cupping his warm cheeks. “No, dearest. I am perfectly fine.” He says, pulling away with a frown on his face. “Just too much yelling from yesterday’s activities.” He tried to convince you. He only called you dearest when he was agitated…or sick.

Your pleas for him to rest fell on deaf ears, making James a bit for agitated. “I’m far too busy. I’ll rest when I need to so please, don’t worry yourself too much.” He said, moving in to kiss your lips before hesitating and kissing your forehead instead. Your frown deepens as you watch him walk out of the room, cane in hand. Now James Patrick March was not the type to take a day off, you knew that. He just went on his daily duties as he normally did. Speaking to guests at the hotel became difficult, his throat hurting more and more by the second. He opted to just nod and keep the conversations short. The staff quickly noticed his now sour mood and made sure to steer clear from doing anything wrong. James wasn’t sick often but it was always difficult for them because he would become incredibly rude. Liz Taylor sighs softly as she listens to your complaints on how quickly he brushed you off this morning. “Darling, you and I both know he’s not going to give in. James is a…difficult person. Even the Countess didn’t want to associate with him when he would get sick.” She says, wincing a bit at the mention of the Countess. You were the only one that was truly considered a close friend, other than Liz, to the Countess. Recently, Liz and Elizabeth had an argument over some boy they both knew. Tristan Duffy. That boy was something else, you had to admit. “But Liz, this is like…another level. He’s even talking different. I’ve seen him twice today but he only nodded at me and left.” You say, sighing softly. “Men are like that. They don’t want to appear weak at all, especially that James.” She says, making you laugh a little.

Just then, you both watch as James stumbles into the bar. “The usual.” He says, panting a bit. His voice almost completely gone, his skin even more clammy, and his whole body shivering. You and Liz made eye contact, nodding as you both had a silent agreement. “Jimmy, no drinks for today. No more working either.” You say and watch his demeanor change. “Just give me my usual Liz Taylor.” James says, his tone demanding and dripping with irritation. You turn him to face you, warm hands on his very warm cheeks. Looking into his eyes you see the walls he’s made to conceal him being sick fall, him sighing and just laying his head on your shoulder. “I can’t…I’m too exhausted.” He mumbles and lets you lead him back to your shared room. James let’s you undress him and dress him back up in the warmest and softest clothes you could find. Laying down, he groans and coughs. “Dearest…” he says, his voice cracking. “Jimmy, that’s enough talking. Let me take care of you.” You say and gently run your fingers through his hair. Relaxing into the warm bed, he actually lets you. You had never done this before but you tried your best. His face turns sour as he drank the cold medicine, shaking his head. “Don’t be a child, Jimmy.” You say and dab at his sweating face. He grumbles and soon falls asleep, looking peaceful for a few moments.

When he opens his eyes again, it’s evening. You come in with a tray of food. “Oh good, you’re awake. Did you sleep well, honey?” You ask as you place the try down, coming up to check his temperature. “You’re finally at a more normal temperature…” you say and finally take a good look at him. “What?” You ask, tilting your head a bit. “Excuse my language but, as shitty as I feel…I would want to get sick again if it meant being taken care of by you.” He says, his voice now more normal. You blush and shake your head, kissing his cheek. “You’re too much. Now eat your food. I made it, it’s chicken noodle soup with bread. It’s my mothers recipe…it always helped me when I was sick. Also tea…iced because you’ll become too hot again.” You ramble, helping him sit up. “Sounds absolutely delightful…thank you my love.” He clears his throat before eating, nodding at the taste. “Tastes divine…I wish I had met your mother when she came by. When will she be coming back?” He asks, chewing on a soft carrot piece. “Next week actually. Hopefully you’ll be fully recovered by then…she’s turning 95 on Thursday.” You look down and play with the blanket. “She’s always asking about you…she always asks why I can never see her and why I look so young at 75.” You both laugh a bit, making him cough. “Wait until she finds out I’m 128.” He says and wipes his mouth. “She’d freak out.” You say and watch as he smiles fondly at you.

“I wish you could’ve met my father.” You say and held his hand. “He would’ve liked you…well no he wouldn’t because you’re 128.” You giggle and watch him roll his eyes. “I already met him, darling. He stayed here back in…when was it?” He says, thinking hard. “Ah yes, 1946. You weren’t born yet, to my understanding they were here on honeymoon. I’m surprised your mother didn’t recognize my name. I’m sure I said hello to them.” He says and sips on his tea. “Really? And here I am, girlfriend of the owner of the hotel they stayed at for their honeymoon.” You say and smile softly. “Girlfriend? You’re practically my wife.” He says, frowning at you. “Yes but technically we aren’t married nor engaged.” Rolling your eyes at him you take a piece of one of the slices of bread. “I suppose you’re right…you’re still my wife.” He says and checks the time. “I need to take more of that medicine you gave me. It’s been…6 hours?” He asks and watches you nod. You give him the medicine and laugh as he scrunched his face up at the taste. “You’ll fall asleep again soon.” You say and clean up, placing the tray elsewhere. “Sleep with me then. I missed your presence today.” He says and you obliged.

“What on earth would I do without you?” He asks and soon became drowsy. “I can’t believe…you’re mine…in sickness…” he doesn’t finish his sentence before falling asleep. “And in health.” You say before drifting off yourself.

Authors Note: yes i know it’s not christmas but for us ricans, Christmas doesn’t end until mid January. hope you guys liked this short little story!! i liked making this a lot because it’s so cute!!

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Hello! Pls can I request an angst for Kit Walker during his stay at Briarcliff?

Thanks :)

thanks for requesting lovely <3

1.3K words | gn!reader

note: changed it just a little bit. i hope that's okay also a little ooc (not a lot of dialogue) i wrote this at midnight 😅

The hard cold cement floor is taunting as you walk on it. The only noises you hear is the tv static in your head and the clinking of the bell tower. Your vision is clouded. You look straight down as you walk, you don't bother looking up.

What is this place anyway? A tall building with a glass roof to it. Staircases that seem endless up to the top, it's crowed with nuns and staff. You ignore the beating ache in your head, sure that you could feel your own heart beat if you focused hard enough.

Not really hoping to catch eye contact with anyone in here either, you walk through the long halls. You flinch when an inpatient lurches himself at the door to his cell, where there's only a tiny little window with bars on it to look out from. His door is chained shut.

His teeth seem all rotted, he looks a mess with scars all over himself. Clearly he wasn't being taken care of...

The rest keep to themselves in their cell, you try not to look, wanting to spare yourself that way. But reaching the end of the end of the hallway, a certain cell catches your eye, you don't see anyone in it.

You wonder if it was a mistake? Because the door was also chained shut, clearly they'd thought someone was in there..

Approaching closer to the big door at the end of the hallway, you get a closer look to the room. Oh there's someone there, laying against the corner. Is he dead? He doesn't seem like the rest of the patients here.

He's not lurching at the door, screaming his lungs out or covered in wounds. He just seems.. normal. Proper even. His hair is trimmed, his skin is nice and clean, he looks.. normal.

He's not lifting his head, his gaze is straight focused at the floor.

Should I say something? As far as you can tell, there's no coming out of this place without anyone spotting you, you've come this far without any suspicion, should you really risk it now?

You bend down to the little window on the door of his cell room, trying to see more of it. He's not chained or restrained to anything. He's just sitting there, willingly, staring with an empty gaze at the floor with an empty expression and his body slumped against the corner of the wall.

You knock, two times. He doesn't budge at it. You try again, and you knock once more. This he raises his head at, startled expression on his handsome face and making eye contact with you. You mirror his expression. He's not violent. He's not running at you to grab through the window; shouting or bouncing off the walls.

Just sitting there. Looking straight at you. Should I maybe help him? He doesn't look like the other inpatient here. He looks, neater. More put together and...human.

He looks like he hasn't slept in hours, like he's tired from nonstop struggling for hours on end. He looks sad. He follows your figure though, he keeps his eyes on you, like you intrigue him.

Maybe it's because he was expecting another person and he's never seen you here before, or is it out of fear? Is it because he's afraid you'll do the same to him as everyone else has?

You look through what you have in your pocket, what you can make use of. You find some thread from your unfinished sewing project from home, you wonder if you can use this on the chain on the door, if there's no key then severing the chain would open the door regardless.

You've been at it for what feels like hours. Sawing the thread back and forth on the chain, sparks flying from it. He's still looking at you. Not having said a word, looking at your face. The chain breaks eventually, your hands feels like they are on fire and like they could fall off any moment.

You disregard the feeling to hurry opening the door, throwing the thread aside and, as quietly as possible, pulling on the bar of the door and slipping inside. He flinches at that, writhing even further back into the corner of the room if that was even possible, his eyes wide and alert.

You back up a little bit and put your hands up, trying to show him that you're not here to hurt him, you're not one of them. He calms eventually, still having the dead stare look in his eyes. He doesn't budge from the corner.

Now he lets you get closer, he doesn't flinch or pull away from it. He keeps to himself though, since you saw him from the window he's been cornered in on himself with his arms around his body and his head hung low.

Like he's making himself as small as psychically possible. He doesn't seem crazy, he must have done something horrible to end up here. He doesn't look like it..

He looks defeated now, he lets you get as close as you want and he doesn't move. His eyes differ between you and the cold hard floor, the light from the thin window at the top of the cell illuminating his face. He looks beautiful.

Eventually you get close enough to touch him, you lift his face up by his jaw, and meet his eyes. He doesn't seem to mind. When you're this close, you can practically feel his heart beat. You hear his shallow breathing, he's breathing like he's struggling, like he has a ton of weights on his back. His breaths are short and staggered and his face is pale, unexpressive.

You get close enough to hold him in your arms when he gets heavier and he looks like he's about to faint. You hold him with your arms under his shoulders, his eyes tiring and struggling to keep open.

His breathing is slowing, from fast staggered breaths to breathy, struggling and groany breaths. What's happening? Is he hurt? Did I do anything? Why is he like this now?

You turn him the other way in your arms, so his front is to you and his back leaning on your legs on the floor. After dragging him from the same spot he's been sitting on the floor, you gasp.

There's a crimson line of blood from where he was sat in the corner to where he's laying in your lap...

It's all over your pants and your shirt at this point, you lift his shirt by his stomach and you feel like you could pass out yourself.

He's riddled with stab wounds. They're actively leaking all over you, all over the floor. You now realize that's why he was sitting like that. He was covering his stomach, he was trying to hide it. He was slowly dying in his cell and nobody cared enough to help him. Nobody. He had accepted it.

You lift his head again, you try stretching your shirt out to cover his wounds, but you know it's no use. He's looking you in the eyes. He's defeated, he's accepted it.

You don't even know him, you don't know why you feel this way. But you tear up, he was sitting in here alone for how long you can only imagine, with no one to care for him, worry about him or save him. He accepted that a long time ago.

You feel him cough, he's coughing loud and startling against you. There's one last, loud, staggered and breathy cough. And he goes limp within seconds after it. Covered in his blood. The last thing he ever saw. The last hope he ever had. And you couldn't do it.

Your white shirt got painted with the agony and pain of a man you were unable to save.

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