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lunarheslwt · 2 months
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Drabble: "do you still like me" "it's 2 in the morning"
“Lou. Wake up.”
Being rudely pulled from the blissful arms of sleep, yet unwilling to be awake, Louis frowned, eyes still scrunched shut. Harry? He merely hummed in response, hoping that Harry would take the hint and let him sleep.
“Hey.” Nope. Harry was whispering loudly, mere inches away from him. “I've a question.”
Groaning into the pillow, he grunted out, “what?”
A beat of silence. That only served to further awaken him. And then-
“Do you still like me?”
Louis’ eyes flew open, if only so he could shoot the boy next to him an incredulous look. Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he turned to the opposite side for a moment, squinting at the neon digits, before turning back to face Harry, face lit up only by the dull light from the clock.
“Harry. It's two in the morning.”
“Yes, but do you?”
Louis stared at him. What the fuck. Harry stared back at him, blinking owlishly.
“Haz. I'm literally married to you.”
A few seconds dragged, before he caught the very corner of Harry's lips twitching inadvertently at that. Why this absolute little-
“You're not answering the question,” he whined, actually having the audacity to pout at him. As if this entire scenario wasn't ridiculous. Louis was half sure he was dreaming.
“You woke me up. At 2 am. To confirm that I, your husband, still likes you.”
Harry nodded seriously, though his eyes betrayed him. “It's a very important question.”
“Goodnight, Harry,” Louis deadpanned, closing his eyes for good measure, trying to bite back a helplessly endeared smile at the loud protest he was expecting anyway.
“Louuuu, no wait!” There were hands tugging at his arms, trying to tug him close, keep him from going back to sleep. He fake snored obnoxiously in response, grinning at the snort it drew from Harry.
“Since you're not answering, I'm gonna have to take it as confirmation that you do not in fact still like me.”
Sighing in mock exasperation, Louis opened his eyes again, pulling Harry close and throwing one leg around him so he was trapped. Not that the boy was complaining, if the breathy chuckles were anything to go by.
“Well, we cannot have that, can we love?” he asked, squeezing him in his arms lightly.
“No we cannot.”
“Mostly because you will throw a tantrum till I answer and clarify that yes, I do like you very much, still.”
“I do not throw tantrums excuse me- I am not a child!” Harry gasped, swatting at his chest playfully, then snuggling in close.
“Oh? Yeah no, of course, of course,” he pacified, thumbing at his soft cheeks. “You are a baby.”
“Heyyyyy-”
“My baby.”
That shut him up quickly, protest dying on lips that curved into a wide, pleased smile. He didn't have to see it, but he could tell he was sporting a tiny blush, feeling the warmth under his fingertips.
“That all you needed, huh,” Louis murmured softly, leaning in to peck his lips chastely. “Just some attention at 2 in the morning. Why are you even awake, hmm?”
Harry shrugged. “Couldn't sleep. Because someone convinced me to sleep in awfully late yesterday, so my routines gone to shit.”
“Excuse me if I just wanted to cuddle and stay in bed with my favourite person for a while longer,” Louis grumbled, “you need attention at 2 am, I need attention at 10 am.”
“I didn't need attention, I asked a very important question!”
“Sure, babe,” he allowed, then cupped his cheeks. Because really, who was he but a man helpless not to humour his husband because he loved him so much?
“To answer your question, yes I still like you. The most, even.”
Twin dimples made their appearance. He would be the death of him someday.
“In fact, I actually love you the most, even”
Harry gasped dramatically. “You do?? That's a relief. I love you too.”
Rolling his eyes, Louis tugged him close till he could tuck his head beneath his chin. “Glad we sorted that out. Now sleep or I'm revoking my statement.”
Harry didn't protest, seemingly content, and Louis closed his eyes as their breathing evened out. In a few minutes, sleep clung to his closed lids once more.
“Lou. Do you think I'm pretty?”
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enchantedlandcoffee · 2 months
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"Louis, please," Harry called through the door, his body slamming against it as it was pushed close. "Please, I need to explain."
"You don't have to explain anything, Harry," Louis called back, angrily wiping at the tears that had begun falling down his face. "I heard you loud and clear the first time around."
"But-"
"Just go, Harry! Please."
Louis could hear Harry slump against the door in defeat, his own traitorous feet moving him closer and closer.
"You know I love you, right?" He could hear Harry whisper, his heart breaking for the second time that day.
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haztobegood · 9 months
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Caramelized Onions
An excerpt from the 1d group chat based on this tumblr post
Liam: Dinner at our house Sunday 7pm Harry: 👍 Harry: What are you making? I’ll bring a wine to pair with it Louis: It better not be another unseasoned chicken 🤢 Niall: It’s been six years!!! Louis: And that poor flavourless bird still haunts my dreams  Liam: I promise no unseasoned chicken here. I’ve been working on the menu all week. Did you know how hard it is to caramelize onions? Louis: Who’s fucking carmelizing onions? Louis: Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist? Liam: [picture of under-cooked onions on his stove] Louis: Oh  Harry: They’re practically raw! Liam: But they’ve been cooking for ten minutes, I don’t want them to burn. Harry: Oh you sweet summer child, caramelized onions take time and a lot more patience. You’ve got a lot to learn smh Niall: At least my man knows what a caramelized onion is. Your man thinks caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions 😂 Louis: Oi!
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She is Beauty, We are World Class
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Harry grinned widely. "Okay," he said, giggling. "Take me out to somewhere nice then, Mr. Tomlinson. I’m free tomorrow."
"I will, I promise." Louis couldn’t help reflecting Harry’s grin. "Meet me near the Royal Opera House, at four thirty?"
Harry hesitated. "What if someone sees?"
"Someone is bound to see." Louis’ smile dimmed a little, the fear that pulsed through him earlier in the evening coming back. "But society is blind to things they do not want to see, love. Let’s take advantage of it."
"As the historians say, they were friends."
"I’d even go so far as to say they were roommates." ***
A 70's London AU where Louis loses himself, and Harry finds him before he gets lost.
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letthemusicmoveyou28 · 6 months
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Slow Dance with the Tension by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28
Rating: M - Word Count: 666
Written for @1dtrickortreatfest 2023!
Just then a loud crash of thunder rattles the room, and a split second later is a flash of lightening that scorches the rug right in front of Louis’ socked feet.
At first Louis thinks maybe Harry isn’t going to acknowledge it at all. But finally, he raises a hand and snaps his fingers.
And just like that the full-on thunderstorm that had been raging inside their lounge completely evaporates. No signs of it ever existing.
Harry just shrugs. “Sorry love, didn’t realize I was doing that.”
It’s bullshit. And they both know it.
(Or the one where having a powerful witch for a husband is all fun and games until he decides to be a brat).
Title from Scatterbrain by Emei
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spikedsoul · 10 months
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Can I please request a sequel to the small Drabble you wrote on Bowser meeting his future children, the Koopalings and Junior? Only this time they accidentally brought one more person on their mission, their baby sister. Who somehow snuck on the back of one of their shells, and she can’t even WALK yet. Quick no one tell Queen Mama! 🤣
((I'm super sorry this is so late😭hopefully this makes up for it......................................))
Bowser rubbed his face as he listened to those crazy koopa kids bickering outside his room. This was the second time they'd found him, once again claiming to be his kids from the future... yet there was still zero indication Peach would give it up... wait.
Didn't they tell him last time that he needed to give up on Peach? He would never! But it probably isn't a bad idea to just... y'know, keep looking, right? Not put all his eggs in one basket?
"I'm tellin' you the more we come back to this time, the more we risk actually fucking things up!" he heard Roy tell his siblings. Roy was the pushiest, the one most against these apparent missions, but Ludwig was the one in control of these little escapades.
"Ludwig is positive it'll eventually work," one of the twins replied. He wasn't sure if it was Lemmy or Iggy.
"What, just so the oaf is happier earlier in his life?" Roy muttered. "What if he doubles down on Peach? I'm tellin' you, any more than this will fuck things up!"
Bowser groaned quietly to himself; how the fuck was this happening? Randomass kids worrying about his happiness, telling him Princess Peach, the love of his life, is not actually the love of his life and to forget her instead... are they insane?! Maybe if he lies and says he'll lay off of this Peach thing, they'll go away...
A light touch to the top of his foot made him nearly jump out of his skin from the unexpectedness, but he froze the moment he looked down.
A tiny, redheaded human infant looked up at him from the floor, her little hands resting on his scaly foot.
"Papa!" she chirped happily, holding her arms up to be picked up.
Silence immediately fell on the other side of the door. He bent down, gingerly picking up the baby girl, and held her close; she wasted no time tucking against him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His mind reeled as he gazed down at her, utterly stunned that this fragile, tiny thing was... was his.
There was no denying that her hair was the same color as his, even the texture as he gently ran a finger over her soft head.
"Spitfire?" Wendy called.
The little baby made an affirmative sound and instantly Bowser knew how big the kids fucked up - there was copious swearing suddenly coming from the other side of the door.
...They accidentally let their baby sister join them. Were they dumb? What were they thinking?!
Bowser scowled and finally turned around, yanking his door open; the kids all wilted a little under his intense glare as he held Spitfire close to him.
"How irresponsible can ya get," he growled quietly at them; none of them could meet his gaze, even Roy who'd been against the idea from the start. "What if y'all left and this poor sweet girl in the wrong time, huh? Somethin' tells me you're gettin' lucky with these time shenanigans. Go home, and if y'all are tellin' me the gotdamn truth, expect some punishment!"
He was careful to keep his voice low so as not to upset the baby nestled happily against him. Despite the harsh warning, Junior boldly stepped forward and pointed at the bundle in Bowser's arms.
"Okay, but just know that her mother isn't Peach," the little look-a-like stated.
Bowser's gaze snapped down to the baby. Not from Peach, huh... okay, that was actually convincing. If giving Peach up meant he'd eventually get to meet this precious daughter of his, then absolutely he'd drop her like a fucking stone! A human daughter meant someone actually gave him the time of day... and enjoyed his company...
Spitfire sneezed softly into him, and he felt the unmistakable heat of fire singing his chest scales.
"Her mother will hear about this little escapade," he warned as he forced himself to hand her over to Wendy, who was hovering anxiously nearby.
"How?" Morton snorted, "You don't even know the woman yet!"
Bowser smirked dangerously at them as they gathered in the same area to go home. "Not yet... but you can bet I'll remember this little interaction later. So yes, I'll be tellin' her mother."
The last thing he saw before they disappeared was a bunch of pale, terrified faces, plus one happy baby making grabby hands at him.
They were so fucked when they got home with Little Red.
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evilovesyou · 1 year
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I'd love a drabble about Harry coming into the kitchen to find Louis raiding the fridge at night (might be bc I'm super hungry lol) 🙏🏼
Harry blindly followed the quiet, indiscernible sounds, eyes almost closed in the familiar hallways of their house. He squinted when the light spilling out from the doorway of the kitchen came into his field of vision. He had half a mind to turn around, but light probably meant Louis. It might also mean a very clumsy burglar, but Harry was willing to take that chance. He’d seen Home Alone. 
Standing in the doorway, he saw Louis’ legs beneath the open door of the fridge. He’d found him, then! Time to close his eyes again. He leaned against the doorframe and started to drift off again, when he heard Louis humming a song. It made him smile, knowing the melody, and took him a little while to hear that the lyrics were entirely wrong.
“How the fuuuuuck do you make pancakeeessss? Where the fuuuuuuck is the flooouuuur?”
“Recipe’s in the purple book,” Harry mumbled, licking his dry lips, “flour is in the cupboard with the pasta above the stove.”
“Christ, love! You almost made me drop the eggs!” Louis’ lively voice was loud in the quiet of the night.
“Why aren’t we sleeping?” Harry grumbled, opening his eyes enough to walk up to Louis and wrap his arms around him from the back as he strained to reach the flour.
“Pancakes!” Louis explained, humming happily when he finally got the box of flour down and he could lean into Harry’s front.
“It’s the middle of the night.”
“Perfect time for pancakes,” Louis said very matter-of-factly. “Wanna sit down while I work out this recipe of yours?”
Harry, whose eyes were firmly closed again grumbled, hugging Louis tighter.
“Alright,” Louis giggled. “But keep your eyes closed, love. I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.”
“I know.” Harry said into the nape of Louis’ neck. “Wake me up when the kitchen’s burning.”
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reallynotmemoi · 1 year
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Spinning out, waiting for ya
by reallynotmemoi
Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | NR | words: 838
tags: Angst, Astronaut Louis Tomlinson, NASA, Ficlet
A larry ficlet loosely inspired by the new music video for Satellite.
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elliot-needs-sleep · 6 months
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Broken
Fandom: Sally Face
Fic Type: Short form
Prompt: "It's broken."
Word Count: 625
TW: IMPLIED AND REFERENCED BULLYING, BODY DYSMORPHIA, SELF HATRED, AND BREAKDOWNS
“It’s broken.” Sal’s voice was quiet from the bathroom stall, and Larry didn't know what he was talking about in the slightest.
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"What's broken, dude?" He looked over at Todd, who shrugged in response, and then they both turned back to the stall Sal was hiding in.
"My prosthetic. It snapped when I fell after Travis tripped me." He was still quiet, but Larry could hear the slight waver in his voice.
"Sally, I'll be right back, I have an idea." Larry ran from the bathroom, heading back to the cafeteria to find Ash.
"Ash!" He yelled, getting a lot of odd looks from the other tables, and he slid to a stop in front of his friends.
"Sal's mask snapped and I need some sort of glue and tape, can you help me look for something?" Ash nodded, immediately standing up and leading Larry towards the art room.
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Sal didnt know what to do. If it couldnt be fixed, hed have to walk out of the school without it. Or sit in the bathroom forever.
The second thought seemed much more appealing, honestly.
There was no way he was leaving this stall without the prosthetic. The thought of being seen without it caused his whole body to start shaking more then he'd already been. He could hardly stand to look at himself, let alone the idea of other people seeing him.
It was not happening.
Sitting with his back agasint one of the walls, he tried to focus on Todd's quiet reassurances that Larry would find something to fix it, but all he could hear was static as he stared down at the broken prosthetic.
It had broken in exactly the same spot as it had years ago, right along the fault line of the two different plastics.
Why did it have to break? Why now? Why not in the apartments where he could at least hide himself away in his dark room with Gizmo?
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"All I can find is glitter glue and washi tape… I'm sorry, Larry." Ash sighed after a couple minutes of searching, Larry having torn apart all the upper cabinets while she looked through the drawers and bottom cupboards.
Larry just grabbed a tube of blue glitter glue and the washi tape covered in cassettes that she had set on the table, smiling and thanking her anyways, before booking it top speed back to the bathroom.
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The static was getting louder, his thoughts were getting louder, and the shaking was getting worse and worse and he didn't think it would ever stop.
The door to the bathroom slammed open, and Sal jumped, clutching his prosthetic to his chest like hiding it would save him.
"Sally? You think you could pass me your mask? I think I can fix it." Larry. It was just Larry.
He sat there quietly for a second before shuffling the two pieces under the stall, which were quickly grabbed by Larry, and he could hear shuffling as Todd moved to look.
"That was all you could find?" Todd asked quietly, and Larry chuckled a bit before responding.
"Yeah, but it'll work just fine until we get back home and I can raid my art supplies for something better. Anyways! Sally, here's the not new but definitely improved mask!"
And with that, Larry carefully sets in on the ground just underneath the door, letting Sal pick it up and look at it carefully.
It was back in one piece, held together by sparkly blue glitter glue and several strips of washi tape, all covered in cassette tapes.
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"So, how do you like it?" Larry asked nervously, and the stall door swung open.
Sal stood, his newly fixed prosthetic strapped where it should be, with tears falling underneath it.
"It's perfect. Thank you."
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luvutothemoon · 4 months
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June, 2004
“Ooh, would you look at that?” Larry asks, pointing to a woman standing on the sidewalk.
Just out of curiosity, Harry looks, then sighs. “Larry.”
“She is fine.”
“Larry.”
“And she wants me.”
“Larry, she—“
“Hey, you’re married, boss. But I’m allowed to look and leer as much as I want to.”
“Larry, would you just listen for a second?” Harry tries again, but it falls on deaf ears.
“And she’s coming straight towards me!” He smiles as she crosses the street. “What did I tell you? She wants me.”
“Whatever you say, Larry,” Harry relents, knowing what’s going to happen.
The woman stops in front of them, and Larry starts his introductions, “hey, baby!…”
His greetings and pitches die down when he sees the woman lip-locked with the boss. “Wh…”
Her arms wrap tighter around him, and the kiss deepens before she pulls away. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Harry grins at her. He turns to Larry, “Larry, this is my wife, Brie.”
“Hi, Larry,” she smiles at him and waves, as if she knows what he’d been thinking.
“Hi,” he stammers a little, shoving his hands into his pockets.
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neondiamond · 6 months
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Go forth.
Eat books.
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zomj3 · 1 year
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My newest fic is up! Hope anyone who reads it enjoys it as much as I loved writing it
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bruisedconscience · 2 years
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I just think what if they
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(also 👀 at the new @lucy-sky 🌕 gifset 💕)
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parmahamlarrie · 4 months
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Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! If you would like me to reblog your fic, submit it here and I will add it to the queue! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!**
the most domestic husbands series || trackfive || 223.5k Canon, Ficlets, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Dicked Down in Europe || @greeneyesfriedrice || 40.4k Canon, Established Relationship, Travel
Casting Lines Series || ashavahishta || 27k Canon, KidFic, Future Fic
a picture of love, that’s this house || theprincessd || 13.5k KidFic, Domestic Fluff, Canon
stop the world (‘cause I wanna get off with you) || @thedevilinmybrain || 12.3k Canon Compliant, 1D Band Days, Porn with Plot
Mercedes Boy Series || @kingsofeverything || 11.7k Canon, Established Relationship, Snapshots
To Wear Your Love Series || @haztobegood || 10.8k Canon, Dom Louis, Sub Harry, Pretty much PWP
12 Pearls for 12 Years || 5secsoflarry || 6.7k  Canon, Established Relationship, D/S Dynamic, Collaring
Only Thing That Can Quench My Thirst || eyesofshinigami || 6.5k Canon, Essentially PWP
With You I Am Never Alone || LiveLaughLoveLarry || 6.2k Thanksgiving, Canon
Garden of Eden || superglass || 6.1k Established Relationship, Canon, Lots of Weed, Religion Discussions Your Ink, My Skin || @larry-hiatus || 6.1k Canon, Finger Tattoos, Dom/Sub
Missing You || @canonlarry || 6k Canon, Future Fic, Kidfic, Christmas, Humor
it’s you I want to take apart || orphan_account || 5.9k Canon, Established Relationship, Make Up, Soft
She Feels So Good || zedi || 4.1k Canon, Genderqueer Harry, Daddy Kink
whatever chains are holding you back || @lookslikefairytale || 4.1k Canon, XFactor Judge Louis, Coming Out
powerless (and I don't care) || @voulezloux || 4k Canon, Dom/Sub, Post FITFWT, Rough Sex, PWP, Daddy Kink
The Wrath of Gucci || louisunflower6 || 3.7k   Canon, Just fluffy, Some domestic bliss
Mon Petit || coffinofachimera || 3.5k Canon, Dom/Sub, Exhibitionism, Mile High Club
Just for you || @gaycousinlarry || 3.1k Canon, Fluff, Comfort
Pimp it! || @teamlouis2022 || 3k Established Relationship, Canon, Pwp
To boyfriends everywhere - Fuck you || Rosa_000 || 3k Canon, Drunk Harry, Established Relationship, Humor
Let Me Take Care Of You || @tommokat || 2.9k Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship
living love in slow motion || ashavahishta || 2.7k Canon, Fluff, Domesticity
is my baby not satisfied? || @greeneyesfriedrice || 2.6k Canon, Knuckle Tattoos, Pwp
Advent Drabbles || @berzerkshires || 2.5k Canon, Christmas, Fun/Fluff/Humor/Mild Smut
Do you think I’m cool || @sadaveniren || 2.2k Wankfest, Canon, Dom/Sub, Long Distance
I was born like this, don’t even gotta try || @cyantific || 1.7k Domestic Fluff, PWP, Canon
written all over your face || rebarboa || 1.6k Established Relationship, Canon, Humor and Smut
Lovely, made from love || userkant || 1.4k  Canon, Harry wants a baby
Wrap Your Legs Around Me || @evilovesyou || >1k Canon, Fluff, 2 Week Rule
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1dtrickortreatfest · 6 months
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1D Trick Or Treat Fest 2023 - Masterpost
🕷🎃👻 Please find below the full list of our Halloween-inspired ficlets written for this year’s fest, each one exactly 666 words long. Will you find a trick or a treat? 🕷🎃👻
A Witch's Longest Day of the Year 4ureyesonly28 | @evilovesyou
Fa-boo-lous Halloween bluegreenish | @greenblueish
find a way (to send me a sign) we_are_the_same | @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed
Fruit Bat yeah_alright | @uhoh-but-yeah-alright
Ghosted haztobegood | @haztobegood
(Harry’s) Haunted House babyhoneyhslt | @babyhoneyheslt
I See You Neondiamond | @neondiamond
In The Dark LadyAJ_13 | @ladyaj-13
Irresistible mmaree | @zqua1d
Lipstick stain fades with time lunarheslwt | @lunarheslwt
Odds Are That We Will Probably Be... lululawrence | @lululawrence
pasta-tively sweet shiptattou | @wecantalktomorrow
perfect pumpkins shiptattou | @wecantalktomorrow
she bit someone larry_hiatus | @larry-hiatus
Slow Dance with the Tension LetTheMusicMoveYou | @letthemusicmoveyou28
Sounds horrifying..... tell me more lunaticcat009 | @lunaticcat009
Still downcamethelightning | @downcamethelightnings
Summon A Demon red_panda28 | @red-pandaaa
Talking Turned To Screams babyhoneyhslt | @babyhoneyheslt
Things No-one Can See babyhoneyhslt | @babyhoneyheslt
Watch How Good I'll Fake It mmaree | @zqua1d
when love gets involved we_are_the_same | @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed
🕷🎃👻 Please remember to leave all the amazing authors who contributed this year kudos and comments! You can find the collections for previous years here, here, here and here. Happy Halloween everyone! 🕷🎃👻
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