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faeridollz · 19 days
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Ghost casually making sure you know who you belong to!!
Cw; edging, degrading, brat taming, fingering.
Summary; he’s a bit mad about you responding to pointless dms!
A/n; thanks @cafekitsune for the dividers!
Pairing; ghost x dumb fem!reader
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ˏ ˋ°•*⁀➷ HIS BLOOD IS BOILING. He should’ve never let you get a phone. He should’ve known his sweet bunny wouldn’t be able to handle all the fucking attention she’d get, even with the fact that she made sure to post him all over her insta page. He should’ve known that the bloody cunts around the sick world wouldn’t resist dming his bunny. And she would happily text back. His grip tightens around your stupid phone, his eyes darkening as he tosses it on the bed. Watching as you enter the bedroom with a towel around your soft plush body.
your eyes flash in his direction in the dark ass room. He’s silent as hell and still in his fatigues, his large frame emitting a sort of anger?.. Your hands move to flick on the light switch, light flooding the room in less than a second. “Si’? Why’re ya just sitting there in tha’ dark?” You hum, watching as he stood up. “C’mere.” He growled, and like a good pet you obeyed and walked toward his large frame. You cowered a bit at his cold gaze, he never looked at you that way unless you really ticked him off. Trembling as he leaned down into your ear. “Go get the belt you little slut.” He sneered, any other time you’d laugh at the prickly way his stubbled chin grinded against your soft cheek or the way his breath warmed your ear.
Not this time though. Your scared shitless
“H-huh? What’d I do?” You panic, looking up at his with those big scared eyes. “You heard what I said didn’t you? Go get it. Now.”
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“S-Si!” Shrieks fill the room as you squirm. Your small and chubby body displayed across his lap, small hands gripping the pillow as your lower half was forced up into the air by his legs, allowing your back to arch pathetically. He wasn’t even using that damn belt either. “This.-” He smacked your soft reddened ass, callous and rough palms causing even more friction. His large palm on your lower back, forcing you back down every time you tried to sit up and squirm from the pain. “Is fa’.-” He growled, bringing his rough hand back down again. “-Textin’ back disgustin’ boys on your bloody insta!” He slapped your fat reddened ass way harder than before, causing you to sob harder. You had a safe word, of course, you did. But did you really wanna risk him ignoring you? No. I
“S-si’! M’sorry! I-I didn’t k-kno’!” You shriek, trembling and shaking. When you tried to flail around to move away from the pain, nearly falling off the bed, he growled. “Stop moving.” He growled. “I want y’to count to four’y six. Goin’ off of each spank ya’ fuckin’ slut.” You nod at his words, and eventually, you were at 43 for the third time since you kept forgetting. Teary and hiccuping, absolutely exhausted now. *smack!* “F-forty *hic* f-four!” You wail, his hand coming down in your ass to spank ya. *smack!* “F-forty-five!” You tremble, hazy and delirious. Whining a bit when his hand softly rubbed your ass. “See..? Y’kno I don’t wanna hurt ya love. Jus’ teaching ya’ yeah?” He reassures, finger-swiping your clit. “Y’wet? Aww.. good girl..” he chuckled rubbing your swollen clit for a bit then inserting his large middle and ring fingers. “S-si!” Your sweet whines fill the room as he roughly finger fucks you.
When your stomach knots up and you’re just about to cum all over his sweetly thick fingers, he pulls out. “Not yet love.” He rubs your back, and you just groan In response. But now your being edged for the 20th time. A whiny mess. How could he? :(
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stickyjumping · 7 months
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BLOODY HELL GIRL ARE YA SPITTING ON ME?
Yes!
Well that is disgustin’, but it worked!!!
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homomenhommes · 3 months
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STORY:
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'Twas the night before Christmas in my redneck house; Junior was wringing the neck of a mouse. My .357 sat right on my lap Just waiting for Santa, to take all his crap. The young'uns were restless and watching in shifts To see if he'd come and I'd shanghai some gifts, When out from the yard came a godawful noise O could it be him with a shitload of toys? I jumped from my chair and my crotch screamed in pain I caught my left nut on my wallet's big chain But then I unwrapped it and flew out the door Yelling, "Hold it right there, you old son of a whore!" "Hands in the air and kick over that sack, And then real slowly move 20 feet back." He did as I told him, fat, stupid old elf; I laughed so damn hard I near pissed on myself. I grabbed his big bag with a hearty guffaw Then I dragged it inside after spitting some chaw. I heard him take off - in a second he split, Leaving my yard heaped with fresh reindeer shit. Back in my chair I let out such a yelp That the wife and the kids came to offer their help, Their eyes filled with wonder - I started to drag A whole shitload of presents from Santa's big bag. A big can of crawdads for when I go fishin' A whopping belt buckle - a brand new transmission, A carton of Redman, some boots and a knife, A nice leather strap just for beating the wife. A matched set of hubcaps, some new fuzzy dice, A country 8-track and a Hustler, how nice! An inflatable dollie for when the old hag Starts her bitching and moaning and goes on the rag. When out of the bag I had pulled every bit I said "Looks like you kids won't be getting no shit." Here was my chance to try out my new strap When they started their bawling and screaming and crap. I chased them upstairs and I popped me a brew, I sat back in my chair, filled my mouth up with chew, With my heart full of gladness, my soul full of cheer, I yelled up, "Maybe you'll get some presents next year!"
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'Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the shack Not a creature was stirrin', cept the lice on muh back. The skoal cans wuz nailed to the screen door with care, With hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were sleepin', all snug in their beds, While visions of tractor pulls danced in their heads. And Ma in her nightgown all stained with pound cake. Had just settled down to watch Ricki Lake. When out in the driveway, a loud noise I heard, I opened the winder to check muh T-bird. I ran to the door, like I's on a mission, But I tripped on some parts from muh granny's transmission. The moon shone outside, the hound dog wuz barkin'. Muh daughter weren't home yet, she wuz still out parkin'. When what to muh whiskey blind eyes should I see But a Chevy S-10, pulled by eight flyin' sheep. With a fat nasty driver, so disgustin' and sick I said "Shoot Fire!" That must be St. Nick! More rapid than X-lax his wooly sheep came And he belched and he hollered, and he called 'em by name. Now CLIFFORD! Now VERNON! Now LESTER and ENUS! On FESTUS! On ELMER! On ROSCOE and CLETUS! From the top of the shack to them there garbage bins Now Dash Away! Dash Away! Dash Away youins! I heard a loud sound on the roof of muh shack. Pud down muh beer and went fer muh gun rack. He fell through the roof, plum killed my dog, I swear that ole' Santa looked just like Boss Hog. He wore a T-shirt, rebel flag on the front, And his jeans were all bloody from that morning's hunt. A big nekkid lady tattooed on his arm, And he wore black boots that he'd picked up in 'Nam. His eyes, how they glazed from too much Wild Turkey. From the side of his mouth hung a stick of beef jerky. A scar on his cheek from a fight with the cops. The veins on his face looked ready to pop. The butt of a Marlboro clung to his lip He wore a hip pack full of B-B-Q chips. He had a fat face and a hairy beer belly. I ain't seen one that big since muh ex-wife Shelly. He was gap-toothed and dumb with an I.Q. of three And I laughed cause that redneck was smarter than me. A wink of his eye, a fierce shake of his head, From his hair came a rat that ran under the bed. He reached in his sack, sipped his gin and tonic, Then filled the kid's stockings with Hooked on Phonics. His toys came from Big Lots and they weren't very nice But he had lots of them and yuh can't beat the price. He gave us a tape of them hound dogs that sing Jingle Bells. Some Crisco, some Spam, some Oatmeal Cream pies, And a Nascar T-shirt in Double X size. When the presents were gone and he had no more, He staggered and stumbled right through muh screen door. He hopped in his truck, to his sheep gave an order "Hurry up youins! To the Tennessee border!" And I heard him cry out, with a strong southern drawl,
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  Jeff Foxworthy - Redneck 12 Days Of Christmas
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A Royal Spooky Fuck Up | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’ verse
An oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco​ & @super-unpredictable98
Word Count: 4,7k
Warnings: Strong language, ghost stuff, mention of death
a/n: Soooo we ended up forgetting to tell you guys something lol we thought it was pretty dehumanizing to call each of the Nathans "Lyddie's Nathan" or "Win's Nathan" so we gave them nicknames. Lyddie's Nathan is now Nate and Win's Nathan is Nats. Hope it's not confusing and that you enjoy our second quad adventure for the @sheehalloween
(Masterlist)
The year was 2022, life was just starting to look normal again, as normal as it gets. It was the end of a long eight show week in Six, where Lydia had been playing Anne Boleyn for a few months and she was rewatching The Crown. 
"Oh my God," she sobbed. No matter how many times she watched the scene where King George VI was found in his bed, she always cried. "And she wasn't there, Elizabeth wasn't there!"
"I thought you were anti-monarchy?" Win said as she walked through the living room to find her wife in tears in front of the telly.
"I am! I'm very anti-monarchy, I'm practically an anarchist," she wiped her tears with her sleeve. "I mean, King George got us through World War II, he was a great person. It's just a hobby, but I don't support it, our money pays for their luxury while everyone is struggling with the energy bills... horrific!"
"Yeah, no kidding, it's disgustin'," Winnie scoffed, though she plopped down next to Lydia on the couch. 
"Oh shit! Did yeh hear?" Nats cried, skidding into the room. 
"Hear what?" Win asked, frowning at him.
"We just saw it online, the Queen kicked th'bucket," Nate tilted his head seeing his wife's red puffy eyes. "Oh shit, bad time?" 
"THE QUEEN DIED?" Lyddie screamed. "She was okay a couple days ago! What happened? She can't just die! What the fuck? Out of nowhere?" 
"Well, not exactly out of nowhere, love, the woman was nearin' 100..." he murmured.
"So much for anti-monarchy," Win grumbled, rolling her eyes. 
"Yeah, she was good and old, one foot in th'grave an all, y'know? People have been waiting for this for a while..." Nats added.
"Everybody knows you can be a republican and still like the Queen! It's the Queen! The only one I've ever known, the only one my parents ever knew..." Lydia tried to work through the shock. "And what's the alternative? Carrot finger Dumbo and his mistress?"
"Th'alternative? Uh, I dunno, abolish th'whole bloody monarchy?" Win muttered. 
"Don't know if y'know Lyds, but um- back in Ireland we're not her biggest fans," Nate sat down, stroking her back. "Pretty sure the chants in the streets now are Lizzie's in a box... but we're all here, we love ya."
"Yeah, course we love yeh. It's gunna be okay," Nats assured, sitting down on her other side.
"They've been here forever, they're not going anywhere," Lydia clung to Nats. "Oh no! The corgis..." 
"The corgis will be fine," Nate murmured. "I think you're still gettin' over Betty White and Sond-" 
"Don't say Sondheim or I'll cry..." she breathed, nearly a whisper. "I was gonna meet the Queen next month, the Royal Variety Performance."
"Maybe we should turn off Th'Crown," Win suggested, grabbing the remote and turning off the television while the boys comforted her. 
"Hey, would it make y'feel better if we tried t'conjure th'Queen?" Nats exclaimed, snapping his fingers as he thought of it.
"You're gonna... conjure Queen Elizabeth? Won't she be angry at us? I mean, our flat is a dump next to her lavatory, let alone the rest of her palace," Lydia pouted. 
"Well then guess you'll just meet the new King and Queen when you're singin' next month..." Nate teased. 
"Queen consort! Camilla could never! And the new King is a self-proclaimed tampon, no way! I wanna meet the OG." 
“Well, maybe we won’t conjure her physically,” Nats mused, tapping his bottom lip in thought. “What if we used an ouija board just t’talk to her?” 
“How would you even know if you were actually talking to Queen Elizabeth?” Win snorted.
"We ask? Ghosts don't really have a reason to lie, do they?" Lydia watched as Nate made her a neon pink board. 
"I guess that one time Jamie just omitted the fact that he was dead... he didn't lie," he sighed heavily.
“Or if they’re evil spirits,” Win said, pitching her voice low for effect while wigging her fingers ominously.
"Don't be silly... we can all see ghosts, if there were evil spirits roaming around I think we'd know. The ghosts we see are the ones we attract," Lyddie scoffed, trying not to think too much about that possibility.
“Serve yourselves then,” she shrugged. 
“Aw c’mon, Winnie, at least come out your fingers on th’plancette,” Nats said, gesturing for her to join them around the coffee table.
"Please stay with us, just... don't move it around on purpose," Lydia asked, somewhat scared of what could happen. She didn't wanna end up like the Exorcist girl or another stupid child who misused the board. 
"She wouldn't do that, it's okay, none of us would... maybe me, but I'm givin' you my word," Nate assured.
“I promise I won’t take th’piss,” Winnie said, holding her hand up solemnly before grinning at her wife and placing her fingers on the edge of the planchette. “So, how d’we start this thing?” she asked, looking at Nate.
"Oh, this is exciting, it's like The Craft... only hopefully with a better ending," Lydia cleared her throat before closing her eyes.
"When you're done don't forget t'say goodbye," Nate warned. "Okay okay. Hello spirits," she nodded and he covered his mouth not to laugh. "We are holding this seance to reach a very special person, we hope you all understand. Only positive energies are allowed in this circle and we humbly ask Queen Elizabeth Alexandra Mary of Windsor to come forward."
For a long moment, nothing happened, and the four of them held their breaths, their fingers trembling on the planchette, but it didn’t move.
"I guess I should explain... your majesty, I'm Lydia Young, I was about to perform in the royal variety show with my wife Win. My Irish husbands are here too, but no hard feelings." 
"Well, some hard feelin's, my family... sorry we can talk politics later, Lizzie," Nate shook his head just as the planchette moved to hello.
Win’s brows rose and she nearly pulled her hands away. “Holy fu—“ she breathed. “It’s actually moving.” 
“Ask her somethin’ else, Lyds!” Nats urged, excitement coursing through him. He half wondered if it was only working because of his and his twin's medium powers.
"Um... your majesty, did you attend your son's second wedding reception wearing white as retaliation for when Camilla wore white to his first wedding?" Lydia asked. 
"Seriously? That's your question?" Nate chuckled and for a long time, nothing happened again.
“Did we lose her?” Win wondered aloud, watching the board for any tremble of movement.
Instead of drifting towards the yes or no, the planchette vibrated slightly before moving to the letter S. 
"S? what does that mean? I, M..." Nate watched it in confusion. 
"Simon? Why is she talking about him?" Lydia felt another shiver, but instead of excitement, this time it was fear.
"Guys, I don't think we're talkin' to th'dear departed Queen," Winnie whispered, her mouth going dry. She wanted to pull her hands away or yank the planchette to the 'goodbye' scrawled in the corner, but she couldn't move.
"Oh well, I think we have the wrong person, so... we respectfully ask to end this seance and say goodbye," Lyds stammered, but her hand was pulled as the spirit started to spell another word. 
"Oh shit... MU... MUR... Murder, that's just great," Nate grimaced, shaking his head and regretting every decision he made that day.
"Simon and Murder," Win mused. "Oh fuck... I think we're talkin' to--" her exclamation cut short as the table beneath the ouija board began to vibrate.
"Sally? Is that you?" Lydia asked and the planchette surged towards the yes. "Oh, for fuck's sake, we know he killed you, you were gonna send us to jail! For a self-defense murder!" 
"Wait who's Sally?" Nate asked before his mouth fell open. "Oh... the corpse bride lookin' cunt who gave me shit for that brick on her windshield!"
“Yeah, our probation worker,” Win added.
Nats opened his mouth to ask what to do next when the lights began to flicker ominously and the planchette began to move again. “What’s she spellin’ now?” he yelped, hoping no one could hear how freaked out he was.
"Justice... oh please! You're dead!" Lydia cried, but she didn't want to upset the spirits. "I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry. It's just that he had to do it." 
"We're good people! We never killed anyone cause we wanted to. Please fuck off," Nate pleaded.
“Let’s hang up, this call is goin’ nowhere,” Win said, dragging the planchette over to the ‘goodbye’ in the corner. “See ya, y’frigid bitch,” she muttered, wiping her hands. 
“Guess she’s still pissed at us, even after all that time,” Nats mused. “Y’d think she’d mellow out after findin’ her boyfriend in th’afterlife.”
"Maybe they went to different places," Lydia pointed one finger up and one down. "I mean, Tony wasn't amazing, but he didn't do that to us cause he wanted to either. He was possessed." 
"Maybe," Nate shrugged. "Can't see her anywhere, so it's over. Don't worry." 
"I'll call Simon to put a Greek evil eye on his door," she jumped in search of her phone.
"I don't think Tony woulda turned violent unless he already had violence in his heart," Win murmured thoughtfully as she picked up the ouija board to put away. "But I'm glad that's over with, it gave me the skeevies."
"Probably, think we all got powers that had to do with who we are. I've always felt really vulnerable, so I got a shield. Nathan is dumb so he can't die..." 
"Hey!" Nate laughed. "Don't think that's why!"
"I was afraid of bein' seen as a leech, so my power's leechin' other peoples'," Win muttered, still kinda sore about that one, even if it did come in handy.
"Don't say that, your power saved us so many times," Lyddie emerged from their room with her phone to give her wife a hug. But just as she took the other woman in her arms, the bedroom door slammed shut
Yelping in surprise, Win jumped into her arms. "D'you think...? It couldn't have been Sally, could it? We ended the seance..." she whispered, a chill running down her spine.
"She never said goodbye, but... Nate said he couldn't see anyone," Lyds held her protectively. "It was probably the wind, I left the window open."
"Right, yeah. The wind..." she agreed hesitantly, shaking her head, her voice trembling slightly. "C'mon, let's go make something to eat."
"Yeah, there's some leftover curry, I can toast some bread," Lyddie tried to not freak out for everyone's sake. 
"Yummy! I'm starvin', all the supernatural shit really drained me," Nate hopped on the stool and leaned over the counter.
“Are you really not even a little rattled?” Win asked the boys as she pulled the dish of leftovers out of the fridge for Lydia. 
“Nah, what’s she gunna do?” Nats scoffed, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug.
"Your mum and our brother have t'make the biggest effort t'visit. What makes Sally so powerful that she could haunt us?" Nate agreed. 
"Don't worry baby, nothing is gonna hurt us, I'm here," Lyddie smiled reassuringly.
Lydia’s words placated Win for the time being, but by the time they were getting ready for bed, more strange things began to happen. 
“Nate, did you filch my clean pyjamas from th’bathroom?” Winnie huffed, emerging in her towel, her hair still dripping.
"That would've been a great idea t'see you naked, but no... someone got there before me," Nate gave his brother an accusatory glare. 
"I can find something for you to wear," Lydia offered, opening the top dresser drawer and screaming when the bottom one opened as well, hitting her legs.
“What, it wasn’t me!” Nats cried, his exclamation turning into a sharp shriek of alarm as his wife cried and jumped back. “Oh shit! Lollipop, you alright?” 
He quickly rushed to her side and kicked the dresser door shut. Suddenly the lights began to flicker faster and faster before the door slammed shut with a whoosh leaving them in darkness. 
“I’m fairly certain that wasn’t th’wind this time!” Win exclaimed, having jumped into Nate’s arms atop the bed. 
"Yeah, we might have a problem," Lydia murmured, letting Nats embrace her. "How can we banish her? She's so salty for no reason! She took my brother's phone, he was just trying to get it back." 
"I don't know, I'd call my priest uncle, but things were a little awkward after the... y'know, fake possession stunt," Nate shared a look with his twin before loosening Winnie's towel to get a peek at her goods. "Ooh, nice, never gets old." 
She gave him a halfhearted smack to the shoulder but didn’t bother recovering herself. 
“I’m gunna ignore th’bit about a fake possession, though I’m definitely curious,” she said, looking between the two. “Maybe we should call a priest though? Not your uncle, but a priest?” she asked, her gaze going to her wife.
"Do you know any priests? I've never even been to a church, my mum's a former Catholic turned atheist and my dad's a Jewish hippie," Lydia covered them all in a force field as one of her Tony awards was launched from the shelf. 
"I don't know, maybe there's some 0800-priest. Do we know any pastors maybe? Or monks? Maybe your dad knows a rabbi!" Nate asked.
“No, sorry. My family never went t’church either.” Win shook her head. “Maybe we could call th’local parish? See if they can help us?” She suggested, wincing as several books exploded from the shelf.
"We can't sleep like this! Let's go over there right now, I'm not letting this cunt hurt you. Nate, get us dressed, we're leaving," Lydia demanded. 
"Right now? It's late," he said, though he followed her instructions, snapping his fingers to dress all of them up. "Could be dangerous." 
"Not as dangerous as sleeping with a vengeful spirit in our house. Someone will have to help us."
“Will anyone even be there at this hour?” Nats asked, quickly shutting his mouth at the look his wife threw him.
"If there isn't, we're spending the night with my parents," Lyddie shoved a few essentials in a backpack and headed to the door while covering herself and the others still.
"What if she tries t'follow us?" he wondered as they walked across the estate to the big cathedral.
"Then I guess we better hope th'priest is in," Win murmured.
As expected, the doors at the church were locked, so Lydia banged with both fists while Nate tried to unlock it. 
"Hey! We need help! We messed it up and now we're haunted!" She screamed.
After several minutes of their pounding and Lyddie's screaming, the door finally swung open, revealing a very disheveled looking man. 
"Yes?" He exclaimed, leaning heavily against the church door.
"There are millions of bloody priests in the world, why the fuck he's the one helpin' us?" Nate hissed. 
"Oh my... this is... this is new," Lydia's legs nearly gave out when she saw him, an exact copy of Nathan but with some facial hair. Not much, but enough to make her weak in the knees. 
I fancy a priest, I'm so going to hell if I die one day, she thought, even more turned on by how sleepy and messy he looked.
"What, may I ask are y'doin' bangin' on th'door at this hour?" The priest asked, his gaze taking in all four of them. 
"Oh..." Win breathed, discreetly reaching for Nate's arm, subconsciously trying to remind herself that she was married. 
"We're bein' haunted!" Nats exclaimed, breaking the silence. "We need an exorcism, STAT!"
"We're so sorry, we didn't mean to disturb you, but it's really urgent," Lydia tossed her hair and fixed her posture. There was nothing wrong with being attracted to this guy, it'd not like anything would ever happen anyway. "There's a vengeful spirit throwing things around the house, we were trying to communicate with the Queen and things went south. We really really need your help," she pouted slightly.
“Why were y’tryin’ to talk to th’Queen?” the priest scoffed, amusement breaking the annoyed expression he wore. “Come on in, I gotta get dressed,” he murmured, gesturing for them to follow him.
"The royals are sort of a hobby of mine," Lydia obeyed, turning agape at Win like a giddy fan meeting her idol. "Even though I'm not exactly a fan of authority... can I ask what's your name, father?" 
"Get a grip, you're married! And thinkin' what you're thinkin' about a priest is a sin for sure," Nate whispered in her ear. 
Win met Lyddie’s look with one of her own and had to fight to stifle her snicker as she overhear his hissed warning. 
“Uh, it’s Kay,” the priest answered distractedly, leading them to his office, which doubled for a bedroom. “Sit wherever y’like, make yourselves comfortable, and I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, gesturing to a few worn armchairs in the corner while running his other hand through his close cropped curls.
"Thank you," Lydia smiled, already grateful to Sally for being so stubborn. 
Nate took a seat and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her like a dog protecting his bone. "You're shameless, woman," he scolded. 
"What? I didn't do anything, and you are right. We're married, for over ten years, you should be over your silly jealousy by now. He's a man of God, I could never!" She fought not to laugh. "I just hope he can help us with the house. Right, Winnie?"
"Yeah, I hope so too," she agreed, sharing a tiny grin with her wife. 
"Okay, now get me up t'speed," Kay exclaimed as he returned to the room wearing his vestments. "You said somethin' about en exorcism?" he asked, sitting down on the arm of the chair opposite them. 
"Yeah, we're bein' haunted by th'ghost of one of our probation workers," Nats explained.
"Almost fifteen years ago we were arrested and had to do some community service. My brother and this probation worker were having some sort of relationship," Lydia winced thinking about it. "She passed away during an accident and today when we tried to communicate with spirits, she's the one who came forward and she's really angry for some reason. We were wondering if there's anything you can do."
Kay looked thoughtful for a long moment. "I can come and bless your house, I s'pose." 
"That's it?" Nats exclaimed incredulously.
"You say that as if you can do it yourself..." Lydia gave him a pointed look. "That would be great." 
"Sorry, we're not exactly wired t'trust priests," Nate muttered.
Kay winced and opened his mouth before shutting it again, deciding better not to ask. "Since I'm awake, I suppose now's as good a time as any," he said instead, getting to his feet. "Shall we?"
"Yeah, we're so sorry by the way," Lyddie got up, fixing her skirt. "That whole mess might just make me religious." 
"Mhmm, the mess," Nate took her backpack so she wouldn't have to carry it on the way back.
"Oh hush, you," Win hissed, nudging his shoulder as they filed back out the church and back into the night. 
"D'yeh think this'll actually work?" Nats wondered in a hushed voice. "No offense to our lookalike priest," he muttered.
"I really hope so, this has t'be worth it," Nate rolled his eyes, following behind as the girls led the way. "Otherwise we'll have t'move out or some shit."
Once back at the house Nats entered hesitantly, looking around to see if Sally was still around. "I think th'coast is clear for th'moment," he said, turning around to let the others in.
"Ah what a bitch!" Lydia gasped when she saw their stuff scattered all over the floor. "Sorry, I didn't mean to curse." 
"You sure?" Nate held up the two halves of her destroyed signed copy of Junji Ito's Uzumaki. 
"That cunt whore!" She yelped and immediately covered her mouth, shaking her head in embarrassment.
"It doesn't bother me if you swear," Kay assured her, pattering her shoulder lightly as he stepped past her, surveying the room.
Suddenly a vase fell from the mantle, smashing on the ground and making them jump. "Wow, you weren't kiddin', that's one angry spirit," he murmured.
"We have no idea why..." Lyddie shrugged, taking Nate's hand when she noticed he was staring daggers at Kay. "You'll fix my book later, right? And our trophies..." 
"Ask him..." he huffed stubbornly but quietly. 
"Oh come on, are you 33 or 13?"
“I can fix them,” Win whispered. 
“Sometimes it’s not fair you can do that,” Nats grumbled.
"Thank you, my lovely perfect wife," Lydia stuck her tongue out at the boys. 
"You're too soft on her, Winnie," Nate folded his arms.
“And you’re getting your knickers in a twist over nothin’,” she snapped back. 
"If y'say so," Nate couldn't deny that fella was being more than generous helping them out in the middle of the night.
“Not to worry,” Kay said, turning back to the four of them. “I’m going to th’cleanse your house now.”
"Thank you so much, do you need us to do anything, father?" Lydia asked tying her hair up in a ponytail. 
“I’m gunna sprinkle some holy water in each room as I pray. All yeh need t’do is follow me,” he explained, reaching into his robe to grab his vial of the liquid.
"Yeah, of course," she took Win's hand, not for a moment doubting that plan was going to work. It only made sense... Nate on the other hand was quite unimpressed.
Winnie squeezed her wife's hand and followed after Kay. Though she didn't believe in the whole Jesus thing, she hoped that this prayer thing would work. 
"How much you wanna bet this is gunna work or not?" Nats whispered to his twin.
"I bet a threesome that it's not gonna work," he whispered back smugly. "There's no fuckin' way one of our variants is a priest... he must be a fake, only doin' it for the free accommodations."
"Deal." Nats shook on it. 
"What are you two on about?" Win hissed as they passed through the living room to the kitchen where Sally had left another mess. 
"Nothin'," Nate flashed her a charming grin. "Just talkin' about how much we love our wonderful wives. There ya go always thinkin' the worst..."
Kay sprinkled a few drops of holy water as they went, his voice a melodic prayer. Winnie gave the Nathans a doubtful look, but held her tongue, not wanting to disrupt the cleanse.
I think there's something wrong with me, this is turning me on, Lydia thought, making the sign of the cross and shaking those thoughts away. 
Kay continued his prayers, making the sign of the cross before leading them onto the next room. 
Suddenly as they returned to the bedroom, everything began to vibrate violently, but he merely raised his voice louder, unperturbed as he flung a spray of holy water across the space. "Leave this house, spirit! By the name of God, I command ye!" 
"This is exciting," Win breathed, grabbing Lydia's arm.
"Oh you have no idea..." she brought her wife's hand to her chest, where anyone could easily feel her heart racing. "He's not even scared, he's amazing." 
Nate rolled his eyes, trying to look as unfazed, even though he was a little bit freaked out. The lights were flickering and the sounds of the objects flying around were deafening. It all got worse until it finally stopped, leaving them in the most peaceful silence.
"--In God's name, amen." Kay finished his prayer and smiled, turning to face the four of them. "Looks like she's left." 
"Oh thank God," Win exclaimed, while Nats still eyed the room reluctantly, just waiting for Sally to return.
"So that's it? That actually worked?" Nate scoffed, only thinking of the threesome he'd have to sit out. 
"You're a lifesaver! This is incredible! I have no idea how to thank you," Lydia laughed, unable to contain her excitement. "D-do we pay you? Can I bring you lunch tomorrow?"
"Oh," Kay exclaimed, somewhat taken aback. "No payment is necessary, but..." he hesitated, turning his grin on her, "lunch would be nice, after wakin' me up in th'middle of the night," he chuckled. 
"What if she comes back?" Nats cried, scowling at the way Lyddie was gazing at the priest. 
"I suppose, let me know and I'll try something a little more advanced," he answered, frowning slightly. "But in th'meantime, maybe no more tryin' to contact the dearly departed Queen via ouija board."
"I promise we will never touch another board again, we'll let the Queen rest," Lydia nodded, already planning what she was going to cook the next day. "I'll make sure to update you tomorrow on the whole ghost situation." 
"Yeah well, thanks," Nate sighed, his face unbiddenly showing exactly how jealous he was. "Let's hope she doesn't come back," the last thing he wanted was to invite him over to get rid of another poltergeist.
Kay nodded. "It was my pleasure, good night to you," he said, following them back to the front door and stepping out into the dark street. As soon as he was gone, Nats shut the door heavily and let out a loud sigh.
"Winnieeeeeee!" Lydia squealed, jumping around, it had been a few years since a new variant had appeared. "We're ghost free! Well not really, but the bad ones are gone I hope." 
"Thankfully," Nats sighed, catching her around the middle.
"Guess I'll clean the mess then," Nate muttered, waving his hand to fix what was broken and get it back in place even though he swore he wouldn't do it.
Win laughed at her wife's excitement before turning to Nate and winding her arms around his neck, stretching to do so. "Thank you, babe," she whispered. 
"Yeah yeah..." he tried to fight a smile. "What don't I do for you two?" He held her in turn, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 
She smiled, tilting her chin to look up at him. "Think we can resume where we were when I was in your lap with naught but a towel?" she purred, twining one of his curls around her finger. 
"Now that's a plan," he lifted her in his arms, disappearing with her clothes even before reaching the bedroom. "So much better."
She giggled, letting out a yelp as he tumbled to the bed with her. "So glad to have our home back t'normal," she murmured, running her fingers through Nathan's curls.
"Me too, from now on we only summon the spirits we know," Nate mumbled against her lips. "I kinda bet a threesome with Nats and lost, so I'll keep you tonight. All mine."
"Guess y'shoulda had more faith then," Win teased, opening her mouth to him, grinning into the kiss. "But mmm, I like th'sound of bein' all yours tonight."
"Stop with that face, I'm not even looking and I know which face you have," Lydia turned in Nats' embrace and touched the tip of his nose with her own. "See? I knew it."
"And what face is that?" He asked with a laugh, pressing his lips to the tip of her nose.
"It's cute, you always scrunch your nose and your lips do this thing when you eat something you don't like or when you're jealous," she teased, scratching his scalp gently.
"Yeah, yeah, obviously I'm jealous," he grumbled, pushing his lip out further.
"As cute as it is when you're jealous of us, you know there's nothing to worry about, have we ever fucked another Nathan? We met several... and this is probably the only one who doesn't want anything to do with us," Lydia assured, stealing a kiss.
"I know," Nats murmured, pulling her closer by the waist and deepening the kiss.
"Good, you're the only one for me," she whispered. "Well, not really, but you get the picture."
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moonsliver98 · 10 months
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Does't Lilith (Diablo IV Anthem by Halsey ft. SUGA) sound too close to a Chuuya rebel-era, rising-from-the-ashes song?
"I can't call it love if I show it
I just fuck things up, if you noticed
Have you noticed?
Tell me have you noticed?"
Yay, yay my little emotionally-constipated kitty.
Yes, but on a serious note.
Let's regard the Outro of the song:
"The more that you give away
The more that you have
The more that they take."
Where having because of giving and giving because you have keeps overlapping. Sacrifice versus being used for your power.
The MV shows Halsey marching forward even as arrows, etc keep wounding her. Halsey's album from which the track is, is called If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power. The MV in itself reminded me starkly of Chuuya. Even better if it's set in the Beast AU where after Dazai's death, everything is basically thrust upon Chuuya even though much was quite literally taken away from him without him having even the least bit of say at all. Yet, at the end, he would decide to step upto the throne, no matter how bloody he gets:
"Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve
And fuck like a demon
Do it like nothin'
I am disgustin'
I've been corrupted."
The rage, the self-loathing tinged with I'm-too-deep-into-the-darkness-to-go-back-to-light, which Chuuya is known to cope well with due to superiorly honed emotional intelligence...where would we all go when he decides to wreck havoc, since he has every right to?
AND.
Imagine SUGA's part being the voice of reconciliation and purity of strength from the Canon Universe Chuuya. That makes it all the more interesting if it's regarded as coming from his other Self:
"I know you get too caught up in the moment."
Assurance.
"We just fuck things up,
Yeah, I noticed."
Validation.
"Don't dwell on the past, it's time to make a change
Look around, believe in what you see,
I've returned to hell."
- I've noticed in Stormbringer where Chuuya is shown as a person who does not mope about the past. Instead, he does his best to preserve and appreciate all that he has been blessed with in the present. Like, where he appreciated the Flags' gesture more than the photograph of his childhood itself, or when he chose to ride back to the Mafia instead of meeting his supposed parents.
Cue:
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So the lyrics in the song is not only read as Canon!Chuuya standing as support to Beast!Chuuya, but also as someone who asks Beast!Chuuya to look around himself, accept the truth of the suffering, and head onward. For Chuuya, suffering itself has been an evidence of his humanity, his being. And that's something I found here again.
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silvcrignis · 8 months
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@manufactoredxbyxdesign & I really are just pairing up two scammers {x}
Of course there was only o n e left. Dual trials were a rare treat (at least when she could work well with her partner) & honestly the fear in the air whenever they were the chosen hunters was… Interesting to her. Sometimes she wondered if it was the brutality or deceptive humanity they both were swathed in that s c a r e d their quarries more.
She’d lost sight of the other blonde when the pair they’d been chasing split off, if she wasn’t mistaken he’d dragged them off to a h o o k, or maybe he was saving that one for a Mori. It hardly mattered, they were going to w i n… Those generators… What terrible team work had been displayed how could they have t w i c e the help & still lose to them so badly? She’d be disappointed in them if she could muster the effort.
Hers had been quick to dart off when his friend had been taken & since today she’d been feeling a little silly & creative the Terror Dome had taken the form of an abandoned stage set… & this man had the presence of mind to lock himself in a c a g e prop! Hilarious & very clever if she was being honest. But she had plans for tonight otherwise she would’ve laughed.
“Now now, no need to be a sore loser… Come on out of there… I’ll only ask nicely. Once,” she drawled, clawed fingers smearing the blood that was already all over her mouth slightly further.
“… I will… If you date me!”
Her brows furrowed, a bold tactic but one that would hardly work, honestly she refused to believe he was serious, he’d seen her rip off limbs at least twice tonight.
It shouldn’t have turned into a back & forth, she had no idea h o w, maybe it was the gold bracelet he was wearing keeping her from just smashing through the hollow metal bars & ending this farce right this instant.
“Mate! Just come out the fockin’ cage, it’s n o t bloody happenin’!”
“… That accent shift totally makes me wanna come… Not sure about the leaving the cage part.”
“… Disgustin’”
She’d been at this for at least 30 minutes! Could these fuckers not just lose gracefully?
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I know what you want, girl Let me be the one to Hold your- hold your e-e-e-ever We'd be good toge-ge-ge I know what you want, girl Let me be the one to Hold your hand forever We'd be good together I'll make you feel special Help you feel less stressful Fix the holes in your heart It's what I wanted from the start I got mental issues Always fuckin' miss you Tons of bloody tissues All over my room I need to clean them up Baby, I'm fucked up Baby, will you help me? Because I'm gonna help you All I want is you now All I wanna do now Is wait for you to call me Baby, I'm so sorry Do you wanna hurt me? Are you gonna hurt me? Please don't desert me Please don't desert me All I want is you now All I wanna do now Is wait for you to call me Baby, I'm so sorry Do you wanna hurt me? Are you gonna hurt me? Please don't desert me Please don't desert me Please don't desert me, I was up early Up all night, I was scratchin' off the 30s You make me feel dirty Tell me I'm disgustin' Tell me that you love me But really you mean nothin' I don't wanna talk No, it's not up for discussion You control my life I feel like a fuckin' puppet Keep telling me to shut it Okay, baby, alright I remember nights We were dancing in the moonlight I remember hiding I was shy and I had stage fright I remember crying I just want you to be alright Want you to be okay Okay, baby, alright Want you to be okay Okay, baby, alright All I want is you now All I wanna do now Is wait for you to call me Baby, I'm so sorry Do you wanna hurt me? Are you gonna hurt me? Please, don't desert me Please, don't desert me All I want is you now All I wanna do now Is wait for you to call me Baby, I'm so sorry Do you wanna hurt me? Are you gonna hurt me? Please, don't desert me Please, don't desert me
I feel this song so much that it's disgusting.
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DIABOLIK LOVERS BLOODY BOUQUET Vol.1 Sakamaki Ayato [TRACK 4]
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Original title: 永遠への誓い
Source: Diabolik Lovers Bloody Bouquet Vol. 1 Sakamaki Ayato [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here (32:27 - 41:36)
Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru
Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5
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TRACK 4: A VOW FOR ETERNITY 
*Thud*
“Kuh…Ugh…!”
*Rustle rustle*
“Ugh…Haah…Oi! Chichinashi…”
You look up at him and apologize.
“Idiot…’I’m sorry’, my ass! Cut the crap!”
 You seem surprised that he managed to save you just in time.
“Don’t underestimate Yours Truly…Fuck!”
You start sobbing.
“Oh come on, don’t cry…”
*Smooch*
“...You’re not hurt anywhere, right? Haah…God, you’re always so reckless…If you wanted to test me that badly, there were other ways to do so, don’t you think?”
You frown and ask what he means by ‘testing’.
“Hah! I wonder…You wanted to know how I truly feel ‘bout you, didn’t you? 
You shake your head.
“Heeh…Oh well, let’s leave it at that. ーー Say, what should I do until you’re satisfied?”
You flip the question around. 
“Ugh…Why are you askin’ me? I just want you to stop being so selfish…It’s a pain when you make the hasty decision to leave me…or even die. …But you always grow worried, don’t you? Just voicing my feelings doesn’t satisfy you, does it?”
You protest.
“Haah…? I have said it before, haven’t I? Besides, are some sweet words really all you need? You’re such a cheap woman.”
You explain.
“Haah? The word ‘honest’ gives me the creeps. Stop sayin’ things that will only make my dizziness worse! The poison is still takin’ its toll on me as is…”
You sigh. 
“Ughー! I think it’s ‘bout time you understand that your Master doesn’t do ‘honest’. It’s too late for me to change now…But if you insist…I suppose I can try and compromise just a lil’...”
You tilt your head to the side.
“ーー You know! I’m talkin’ ‘bout makin’ you mine in more than just one way…”
He moves closer.
“...Marry me.”
You seem baffled by his statement.
“That should put you at ease at least a lil’, right? Besides, it’s pretty much the only option we have to keep you alive. If somebody other than the man you love sucks your blood, you’ll suffer an instant death. Right? …In that case, I think typin’ the knot is the fastest and easiest way to get that message across to the other Vampires ‘round us.
…What? You don’t want to get married or somethin’?”
You shake your head. 
“Then hurry up and gimme an answer already! This is part of human culture, isn’t it!? …Besides, you realize that I’m basically proposin’ to you, right…?”
*Rustle*
“Ah…Is it ‘cause I don’t have a ring on me or anythin’? I’m pretty sure I heard somewhere that you need one of those when you wanna propose… ーー Then I’ll get you one later!”
You shake your head and embrace him. 
*Rustle*
“Aah…? What do you mean, you donーー”
You express how happy you are that he proposed to you.
“H-Haah…!? D-Don’t let it get to your head now! M-Marriage isn’t that big of a deal to me…!”
You genuinely express your feelings. 
“Ugh…The fuck? Just how bad of a masochist are you? …Anyway, I can take that as a yes, right?”
You nod.
“Well…Duh. You love me. …More than anyone else.”
You ask for his feelings. 
“I…? Tskー! …I told you earlier already, didn’t I? Do I really have to say it again…? ーー Fine! I just gotta say the shit, right….?”
*Rustle*
“You are officially my number one…No matter how much pain I have to endure, I’ll never let you go. I promise.”
He holds you close.
*Rustle*
“...I love you.”
*Woosh*
“...Hm? What’s this?”
*Ping*
“Did somethin’ sparkle just now…?”
*Rustle*
“This thorn…Could it be?”
*WOOSH*
“It vanished…! Oi…The thorn disappeared! Which means…The curse must be lifted as well, right? Chichinashi! How do you feel? Everythin’ alright?”
You nod.
“For real? You feel totally fine?”
You ask how Ayato feels. 
“Huh? Me…? Oh…Now that you mention it, I feel fine too…”
You realize you felt better as soon as the thorn vanished. 
“From the second the thorn disappeared, huh…? God, that curse was disgustin’ right to the very end. ーー Anyway, I’m glad.”
You agree.
“What are you lookin’ at me like that? …I had already mentally prepared myself, you know? …I like you. …!! Don’t make me repeat that phrase over and over!”
*Rustle*
“Anyway, none of this made any sense. I wonder if that bouquet was just the Old Man being a troll like he always is?”
Ayato tries to get up.
*Rustle*
“...Come on. If you’re feeling better, then get off already. How long did you intend to sit there on top of me? This position makes it hard.”
*Rustle*
“Exactly…Hard to kiss you like this.”
*Smooch*
“Chichinashi…I love you. We’ll be together forever.”
*Smooch*
“Say…Why don’t we get back inside and continue?”
Ayato gets up.
“Wrap your arms around my neck. Don’t fall, ‘kay?”
You ask Ayato if he should try and figure out who was behind all of this. 
“Aah…? I give a damn ‘bout the creep who sent us that bouquet right now. I gotta get a taste of my new bride first after all. …But you better believe I’m gonna find that jerk afterwards and give him a good ‘ol beatin’...! We went through hell and back after all. Don’t you agree?”
You hesitate.
“Well, if you disagree, I’m gonna just drop you on the ground. …Ahー But you like the pain, don’t you? Hehe…”
You pout.
“This is me bein’ honest like you wanted to see so badly. Don’t expect me to show this side often, so you better enjoy it while it lasts.” 
*Smooch*
“It’s the start of an ever-lasting night…” 
He walks towards the house’s entrance.
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
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muffindaddystyles · 4 years
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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!!!
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞
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Being a university kiddo isn't a joke you're one of it's victim and how insensitive it will sound but you worked as paparazzi because you were literally going homeless.
One buzzy night when Harry was just having a light environment get together with four of his friends in his London's home you were practically managing your bum on his kitchen's windows deck which was providing you the clear view of them just chillin' out.
You felt bad. A horrible person who goes on invadilating people's life but you've a contract of one more month and they need random ass photos of celebrities specifically Harry, else they'll conduct your money for which you worked late nights three months prior.
Your hands shook and you were about to tumble back into his garden many times because Harry had a great loving role in your life, you've been admiring him for years and this's completely out of your line. And you know he has a bodyguard who's monstrously taller than you and wouldn't take a second to kick you into jail.
An idiolising smile quirked up your lips seeing him in good mood sipping on his margaritas and you sigh debating whether you should do it or not.
You muttered a "fuck it" before snapping purposedly blurry photos and you were about to carefully jump down when your feet went into wrong place.
You tried to hold in your shriek when you rolled over the sink counter first then onto the floor, the fall was so painful it made you saw stars but you didn't cry even though they were fighting to spill out.
Everyone's head snapped at the chaos and Harry abruptly stood up striding towards the kitchen.
With the help of dining chair you were on your feet with a groan and you've a bleeding lip too. Harry's angry voice boomed through the walls, "What the actual fuck!?" He tilts his head towards you questioningly and you wrap yourself in your arms shrinking at his fierceness.
Now tears slipping down your cheeks like a never ending waterfall and you tried not to hiccup, sob or whimper.
"Who the hell are ya?" He's pissed. His friends remained quite watching the scenario from the living room and he's kinda feeling remorseful because a dainty girl in flared denims and a 𝙵.𝚁.𝙸.𝙴.𝙽.𝙳.𝚂 tee-shirt with blazing red embarrassed cheeks soaked with innocent tears, her protecting herself just from her arms from Harry as if he'll hurt her and lip bleeding so badly Harry was about to rush her to his washroom to clean it up.
But all in the end he kept his guard strong. Because this's from many times his privacy was being invalidated.
"I-m's...m'so sorry, Harry." You hiccuped in between your breaths and He arches his brows for if you got any further explanation for your actions.
"I'm not gonna lie to you. I was capturing your pictures sneakily from this window and w-when I was bout to go, slipped." He kind of found it cute how you said 'slipped' at the end but he let it go, before he would've said another thing you continued hastily.
"I just hate doing this. Hate invadilating people's privacy but I really really need money...you know..." You sob out gesticulating with your hands and everyone including Harry felt broken for you, "...I never wanted to do this. Never took single one of you since I've started this pathetic job and when I asked them that I want to leave they told me I can't until next month." At this Harry sighed loudly combing his hair back taking your arm and making your shaking body sit at the chair.
You couldn't stop sobbing. You feel so fuckin' pathetic you want to just kill yourself at the moment because everything's crashing down onto you just when you were infront of Harry Styles after sneaking on him, "Th-they told me that they need your pictures specifically else they'd conduct my money from previous." Harry pinches his bottom lip listening to you with full attention, his gaze a bit concerned.
"That's very disgustin' of them." He spats bitterly new-profound hatred for agencies enveloping him, "m..I'm so sorry. I'll delete 'em right infront of you." Your brought your camera infront of him with trembling hands but he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you.
"S'okay. I don't care, jus' have 'em and throw it to their faces." You shook your head and Harry's amused how caring you're for him even though you guys have never met, now he feels bad for shouting at you "no, please my morals will eat me alive. Can't do this to you." rubbing the back of your nose and in doing so you irritated your lips fingers getting all bloody. You didn't noticed you were bleeding until at the moment and your eyes widened. You hate blood it makes your nerves crawl.
"Oh my goodness." You gasp horrifically fingers vigorously trembling as you raised them to look at them clearly, your skin drained paler and Harry quickly stood up taking you with him to sink.
"S'okay, we all do mistakes sometimes. But you need it right now....can you duck down a little??" He asks you at the end while talking to you to divert your mind from the gor imaginations you were having in your brain.
He cups the water from running faucet bringing it to your lips cleaning your mouth with gentle rub of his soothing palms. His hands are calloused soft like cotton candy that tingles when it fuses on your tongue.
"I know what you're doin' isn't one of your very proud job but I can help you. Just take these pictures and ask me fo' more if they send you again until they set you free." He again makes you sit at the chair and you've calmed down better from before.
"S'not a big deal fo' me it's jus' pictures. I get annoyed when they're taken without m'permission." One his friends bought him a bottle of vaseline and he 'thanked' them before dipping his index inside the petroleum jelly, smudging it over your lips. You hissed at a certain nib and he gently shushed you, "Thank you Harry." You whispered bottom lip wobbling and he scrunched his nose at your cuteness.
"I really thought your tall bodyguard will drag me to jail." At first he thought you weren't serious but the frown and long stare of yours to his orange polished nails caused his heart to crack into pieces.
The thought of you getting scared like this multiple times, getting shouted and cursed at by celebrities, sometimes getting injured like this incident made him well...sad for you.
He stroked the back of your knuckles which are bruised too. He chuckled coarsely through his regret trying to lift the mood, "now..m'not that of a monster." He drawled out eyes flickering all over your head playfully which's lowered into shame.
You sniffled giggling through your tears standing up quickly, "I-should probably go. sorry once again...I'll try my best not to ever disturb you again." You bowed a little in an apologising way and Harry wanted to ask you to have a glass of milk to soothe the sting of your lip. He kinda wanted you to clash to him at sometimes again once he was out of his haze at what just happened.
"No problem, stay safe darlin'." He smiles at you and you at him this time he escorted you out through his main door. All his friends had a good laugh at what just happened; a girl almost breaking her bones in Harry's kitchen and him shouting at her only to scold her at the end to be careful when you sneak inside someone's house.
"Heyyyy." He throws his head annoyed when his friends found his timidness funny, "she was a nice lady, jus' little trapped into her situation."
The next week you were on his door this time knocking, one more guy waiting for you to bring Harry's pictures at the backstreet.
"Heya!" He was extra chirpy today no-wonder he had an album coming, "sorry." You muttered raising the camera that he would look at it clearly he got it what you want and grinned at you ushering you inside.
"S'alright. What do you wan' me to do?" You giggled when he made different postures one like an english girl, hand on his hip, arse in air and arm above his head enthusiastically.
"Not any of that, they should look random."
"Okay then. Move to m'garden." With a small hand on your waist he guided you to the same garden you sneaked in his house that day, "just pretend like you're doing something script-y type you know. You've an album comin' right?" He nods shushing his butterflies when you used your own words like 'script-y'.
He rushed to grab his journal sitting on stool pretending like he's writing something on it and both of you guffawed out breathily when your camera's snaps echoed, "perfect. Thank you Harry." You walked back inside and he was shining like a chime under lilac sun.
"Can I hug you?" You asked for his permission and he slinged his arm around you hugging you close to him. He was in love with your scent. It's roses and fresh water as if you bathed in rosy milk.
"Have a cup of tea, with me?" He asked you politely but you smiled, "another time. that piggy assistant of my agency is waiting for me at the backstreet."
"Didn't wanted him to know your address." You muttered swaying from one feet to another and Harry's eyes widened in amusement. He again hugged you taking you a bit by surprise but you wrapped your arms around his neck tipping on your toes for the proper embrace.
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To that day and this you're his best friend more than that too living with him in his house because you just moved out from uni's dormetary and there was no good place to live so he offered you to live with him until.
It's been an YEAR now you're living along him because even though none of you wants to deny it you both kinda got addicted to eachother's presence and now it's hard to let go.
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒.
He drags you to his friend's parties even though you feel so out of them. You remember when one time he practically threw you over his shoulder and in his car to a party at Kendall's house.
You were fuming for two reasons. First you were litreally in your pyjamas and bunny slip-ons, second Kendall recognized you and said in that mock tone "are you the same paparazzi girl that tripped while sneaking on me, right?" Harry was...well he didn't liked it at all. You're his bestfriend that he's wishing to keep for lifetime and he knows that phase of your life was the dying need of yours.
You weren't angry neither did you hide it. You nodded at her with sheer embarrassment in your eyes and you didn't had to tell Harry before he was taking both of you into his car driving home.
"Wish I could just remove that part of my life." You murmured sitting crossed legs on the wine rugged floor and Harry's head perked up at that while he handed you the glass of milk and cookies taking you in his lap.
"We all have that part in our life, don't care." You squished your face in the crook of his neck while he stroked your hair cooing softly into your ear, "moppet don't be sad, m'sorry. S'my fault." He kisses your head with little pecks and you giggled when he purposedly fanned his breath under your earlobe where you're most ticklish.
"Wanna play poker?" He pulls you and you bobbed your head.
He always do this. Always knows how to lift up your mood when the work load's sometimes too much. You guys give eachother's massages even though yours used to be so brutal but he didn't even said a word until one day you offered Sarah one and she squealed in a hiss.
He laughed it off as you looked at him horrified that you never cared if the massage was okay, blowing hits at him while he asked Jeff to stop you only to kiss your forehead when you pouted at him.
Both of you've feelings for eachother. Hardcore one but you refuse to let them out too scared to ruin what you've.
You guys fart in eachother's presence and take a piss with open doors. You guys are that close. When you're sprawled onto his bed without any conscious because he fucked you mercilessly last night and if the next morning you get periods making a whole damn map of Antarctica onto his white sheets he just wakes up gently not to startle you, sits you on couch for a moment quickly changes his sheets and tells you that he has brought pads, chocolates and teas for you hands you your panties ushering you inside the washroom.
You're so thankful for him. For his presence. His care for you and you just wants to return it, so you do in the form of endless cuddles at night, drunk deep talks at the rooftop, three kisses in total because he likes no more less than three before going to sleep. Making sure his coffee's perfectly brewed in the morning and you guys have enough maple syrup for his likeness.
You sometimes knits him cute balled shape gloves and bakes cookies for him, sometimes brings him dinner while you're with your girlfriends.
You guys are so domestic and in love but with friends tag that none of you've figured your feelings out.
You brought a date at home once. Drunkly kissing that guy but it was all ruined when that guy broke Harry's vase that you gifted him once. It woke Harry up and he wasn't even tiny bit of pleased with your swollen lips, watery eyes and black dress showing excessively more than he wanted.
The guy was litreally shocked to see Harry Styles walking out of one of the rooms and excused himself from you as if he saw the ghost.
He sternly arched his brow while you fumbled with your rings which are his's btw, there was a whole lecture of how you went to clubbing with your girls and came back with some random cheap guy, that you shouldn't drink so much because you forget how to function and that how sickly he was worried for you but you didn't picked his phone.
But when you opened your mouth for a good excuse he raised his index in the air shushing you like a daddy would do, "not under my roof, y/n" then when you complained you're a person too and desires sex. He grabbed your jaw smashing his lips on yours in a fervent kiss and fucked you raw against the leather wall of his living room with your dress still on.
From that day you're friends with extra benefits anyone could ask for.
Today he's out with his boys for a football match. You were watching friends reruns, your stuff toy under your armpit and the bowl full of popcorns in your lap. Everything was running when you drifted to deep sleep on the couch only to be woken up again due to loud impatient knocks.
Harry at the door shifting from one leg to another tucking his jeans down from over his crotch and you yawned loudly, "Harry? game's ov-" but you were cut off when grabbed your neck thumb under your ear and tilted his chin to kiss you deeply.
"So, fuckin' hard..." He hissed against your lips in urgency shutting the door with his feet and scurrying both of you to couch, "please pretty girl suck me off, want that so bad." He whined requesting nicely and you sighed rubbing sleep from your eyes.
"Okay then you owe me a breakfast in morning." He bobbed his head taking your hand to make you sit in between his legs, "anythin' fo' m'darlin'." He hissed grunting at the end throwing his head back on the cushions and your lips quirked up.
"Sure you went to watch football not porn?" You unzipped his fly and he raised his hips kissing your lips wetly, "what got my tarzan so rock hard, hmm?" You mumbled against his lips sucking at his bottom lip yanking his black jeans down till his ankles.
"You, please you." He whimpered when you palmed his visible prodding bulge through his boxers and the blush crept up your cheeks at his blabbering.
Sitting crossed-legs in between his open wide legs you stroked the inside of his thighs and he bucked his hips grinding his bulge agaisnt your face.
His thick member hit his lower abdomen when you fred it from his boxers, you raised a little elbows digging into his thighs tucking your nose under his eternity to lick his balls fondling with them.
"Oh fuck!" You pinned his hips down lazily taking your previous position, he's heavy and thick in your palm as you pumped him through lazy strokes.
You're extra clumsy when you wake up from sleep so your hands shook. the crown of his cock nudging your lips and chin making him moan out loud and he clenched his fingers from avoiding to just grab your cheeks and fuck your mouth.
"Yes. Pet daddy's little petal just take me, yeah?" He pushed your hair back making an eye contact with you and nodded you licked his head that sent him grunting.
You put your chin on his thigh near his knee looking at him with doe eyes admiring him when he was fully inside your mouth, "takes me so well, fuck." His hands maneuvered into your hair other lacing with yours ontop of his other thigh.
He pinched his eyes when you drooled all over his cock cheeks going shallow as you tried to suck some of your saliva down, you're lazy and in no mood to do some work so you murmured against his cock while tugging it furiously.
"Fuck my mouth daddy." You didn't had to say twice when he fisted your hair around his palm putting you in your place and fucking your mouth with speedy snaps of his hips.
"So fuckin' sloppy. Love it when ye' give me sloppy filthy heads." You hummed around him gagging when he pushed his cock to your throat pulling back to stroke him over your tongue when he saw your teary eyes, "hmm. not gonna last." His tummy with ferns rippled with ecastasy and you patted his thigh to give you access to his balls.
Your drool was tricking down till his base so you smudged it massaging his heavy blue balls getting his little whimpers in return and a "fuck baby. fuck me, please." You kept on fondling with his balls and the soft skin of his thighs palming his pelvis.
"Gonna cum in your mouth." You squeezed his hand eyelashes fluttering while he writhed under you and the last thrust of him inside your mouth caused him to fill your mouth with his cum.
With a whine he pulled out from your mouth and your eyes glinted as you straddled up his lap cradling his soft baby face in your hands. Moaning when he kissed you how lovers do, after that it was all sloppy you kissing him and you riding him throwing your head back giving him opportunity to splash blues on your throat to mark you his's.
"Oh daddy." You whimpered as he stretched his palm over your arched back your pelvis slapping his in an erotic noise. He was smiling at you litreally a genuine one.
He loves you so much. He knows you love him and he has thought of confessing it to you many times but he's scared to ruin what you've already have too precious.
"C'mon baby that's it, yeah there?" He circled your clitoris in pleasuring motions whispering in your ear, "use daddy." You moaned out sweetly holding his shoulders and before you know you hit the deep end of your pleasure in waves and kept on cumming while he kept on fucking you to your high.
"Ah!" You gasped alluringly when you came another time thrashing into his hold that he had to grasp the nape of your neck from falling back resting your temples against eachother.
"I-" 𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. But he gulped his words back pecking your lips, "Is my baby sleepy?" He pouts at you pawing at your hips and you hummed letting your head fall onto his chest.
He slept in your bed that night after taking care of you, he didn't blinked taking in your afterglow, stroking the apple of your cheeks with the back of his knuckles, pecking your lips featherly murmuring sweet nothings he doesn't have guts to say to you when you are awake.
You all invited Harry's friends to have a breakfast at your guys home. Your living room was crowding with laughters and giggly chats as you flipped pancakes.
Everyone's head snapped at someone particular stepping inside the living room, they all smiled at her and she hugged Harry almost kissing him on his lips. You were busy inside reminiscing another story of you to Sarah of you playing poker with Harry and him loosing to you treating you with your favourite chocolates.
One of your friends came inside with pity eyes and when you questioned her with the the tilt of your head she shook her head smiling at you.
Your beaming grin vanished when your eyes fell over Harry with his arm slinged over a women with blonde hair and fuckin' beautiful you could've ever imagined.
"Meet y/n my bestfriend. We live together." He told her proudly and her smiled wavered into frustrated one.
"Hi." You greeted her shyly ignoring the fact you're hurting so bad, "c'mon have a seat." You ushered her gulping the cobweb of tears when she took your seat one beside Harry but you shrugged it off sitting along Mitch.
You gathered everyone here with the thought of you maybe sharing the idea that you should move out but now it's decided that you indeed's moving out. This's your jealousy and hurt all in one decision.
"Guys..." You cleared your throat voice as if nothing's happening to you replacing the haze in your irirses with playfullness.
When you got everyone's attention you announced "I'm moving out." making Harry choke on his waffles, "no the fuck you're not." He grunted as the girl he brought with him made him sip his water.
"We need to talk." He spoke curtly and everyone looked at both of you with curiosity. They all want you to be together so bad.
"Harry-" You hissed when he dragged you inside the kitchen like a child you pouted your lower lip craning your head not to look at him, "what the fuck you're talkin' you never discussed it before hand with me?"
"I think it's time for me to move out." You whispered bottom lip wobbling and he's connecting dots on your hasty decision, "not when I exist." He said smugly trapping you between the counter and him.
"Does it matter? Go back to your girl." You muttered pinching your nose and he stepped back looking at you as if you grew two heads.
He laughed loudly holding his sides bending and slamming the counter. "What." You murmured and he pointed at you shutting his eyes tight.
"You're jealous." You quickly smacked his arm saying in high pitch, "no. I'm not!!" You squealed surprisingly when he grabbed you harshly and everyone's ears outside perked up either thinking you guys are fighting or fucking.
He cupped your cheeks kissing you with amiablity that only lovers hold for eachother, murmuring with a whine inside your mouth with each nibble "but baby you're my girl."
You looked at him accusingly and he scrunches his nose at how adorable you're looking being angry at him, "you're always gonna be my baby even the mother of my babies." You scoffed not knowing if he's joking with you.
His eyes hooded with affection and he again cupped your neck tilting your chin to his level by his thumbs, "m'serious y/n. I love you so fuckin' much." You gasped loudly which was caught by his parted lips.
"You do?" You're feeling like it's a dream. "I do very much." He pecked your lips again and again making you sob at the same counter you sobbed when you first had him.
"I love you too." Harry's heart forget to breath when he heard those words in your sweetness and he pushed you closer to him murmuring in your hair, "say it again."
"I love you. Love you. Love you. Love-" But you were cut off when he kissed you deeply with a whine never letting you go.
He explained you that the new guest's just one of his friend's friends she forced them to hang out even though they protested and with him tucking you under his armpit you both stepped outside of kitchen.
"We're together." You announced loudly and all of the people at table rolled their eyes.
"You guys were from litreally two years." They teased you but after that showered you in hugs and kisses.
Life's good with Harry.
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the-children · 2 years
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The Westmoore Tragedies | Chapter 3
[ TW: Mentions of Gore ]
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The weight of his sword was immensely comforting to Rodarin—not only in case of another bizarre happening, but in fondness of his days of adventure. His trusted short sword hung within its sheath by his side, still humming with old enchantments he had woven himself in the past. “Everyone’s on edge—people are fuckin’ terrified” said Ahldmhas, the Captain who awoke Rodarin with grave news. “They wanna know what th’fuck’s happenin’.” “We all do..” Rodarin murmured in return, his brow knitting in frustration as worry, fatigue, and dread all gnawed at his core once the schoolhouse came into view against the grey overcast. A crowd had already gathered, theories and panic murmured amongst one another as a line of privateers blocked their entry, only shifting to the side to allow the pair through. Their footsteps echoed along the main hall as they made for the staircase dead ahead. The school had been emptied once the Maelstrom arrived—it felt so lonely inside these halls without the staff, without the children. For a brief moment his vision flickered, the sickening crimson taint flashing before Rodarin’s eyes to paint the surreal emptiness with a nightmarish foreboding, causing a spike of panic to chill his veins, and his stride to falter.
Within the next blink of an eye, it was gone—an armored hand placed on Rodarin’s shoulder as Ahldmhas turned to him with concern. “Aye, you alright? Yer shakin’..” Rodarin steeled his nerves, offering a rapid nod to shake his panic and steady his pulse. “Yeah, sorry.. Just remembered something..” I’m not there anymore. I’m here—he told himself. They proceeded up the staircase, the sense of dread clawing deeper into his spine, a slight nausea settling in his stomach—not over the growing smell of blood and viscera, but in anticipation for what he would see. Reaching the top of his stairs, he was confronted with what he had hoped had been a lie—the blood trail, dragged from the first open room to the last at the end of the hall. The tiny shoe prints dotting within, only a handful of larger prints off to the side, likely of the first privateers to arrive at the scene.
As they stepped into the first classroom, his vision flashed once more—the tainted crimson washing over the scene of mangled chairs and corpses. Just like yesterday. Rodarin flinched and shuddered, his right hand darting to clasp over his eyes while his left pressed to the wall to keep himself balanced. A ragged exhale barely escaped clenched teeth. I’m not there anymore. I’m here—he repeated, slowly dragging his hand down to look again. The crimson taint was gone, but the scene was the same. Exactly the same. Ahldmhas gave Rodarin a light pat on the back. “It’s fuckin’ disgustin’, I know.. But that’s not all. C’mon.” The Captain made off for the next room, following alongside the drag marks in the hall. Yes, there was more, and Rodarin was sure he knew what was left. This couldn’t be possible.
Standing within the doorway of the last classroom, a sense of despair grasped at his heart, steadily dragging it to the pits of his stomach. As he suspected—the same bodies were scattered around the room in pools of their blood, tiny shoes and hands printed throughout the room. Their corpses were just as mutilated as the last, and some of the skin-bound crafts still littered the room. A couple of removed eyes were left lying in a pile, and various crafts of bloodied, pulled teeth glued to dark papers were hung among the display board–a twisted comparison to the macaroni pieces nearby. He remembered the victims squirming and twitching in the crimson shadows—it must have been agonizing. Even Ahldmhas’ expression was soured—the usually stoic man averting his gaze from the carnage. “It’s like a buncha’ fuckin’ kids did this, Rodarin. What th’fuck is goin’ on?.. Y’think they made ‘em watch while they did all this? Forced ‘em to play with this shit? What kind’a sick fucks..”
Kids did do this–Rodarin mentally replied, his heart sinking further at the mere prospect. His gaze slowly fell to the mangled corpse near his right—Melrin, that poor bastard.. He always wanted children of his own, but he was pronounced infertile. He had planned to adopt before the Orphanage Massacre. And to have been slaughtered by children so soon after?.. Yes—despair. It was hopeless. They were all going to die. His hand lifted to brush through his hair once more, tugging sharply at his dark locks to sting some sense back into himself. No, focus. Rodarin released a shaky exhale before he began to speak to the other investigators. The older children—the teens, were confirmed to have been told to stay home by an anonymous source. That, apparently, there was no school today. There weren’t enough bodies to account for every staff member—some were missing along with the children. This was by far the largest murder-kidnapping connected to these events to date. Thirteen dead and mutilated. Over sixty children, missing. There had to be a clue—a sane clue.
Rodarin began to pace between the classrooms, studying meticulously. It was his own comfort, in a way—to distract himself with work from this damned madness. Between his own investigation and the staff records, Rodarin was finally able to piece something together, despite the occasional inconsistency. Of the staff, only the young were missing. The inconsistencies were a few young male teachers—such as Merlin, and a single twenty-three year old female teacher—Ms. Belise. Aside from that, every single young, female teacher was missing, along with a small handful of young male teachers. They were all in their twenties. Why was this the connection? Why were some of the young killed anyway? And why all this to take children? Rodarin’s jaw popped from the pressure of his clenched teeth that deep thought had strained upon them—he needed some air.
The cool touch of stone kissed against the exposed skin of Rodarin’s arms, a long and deep inhale slowly filling his lungs to the brim with clear air. It was a night and day difference here behind the schoolyard, although the now-abandoned playground equipment gave it a slightly solemn appearance. Compared to the thick, choking carnage upstairs—this was much needed tranquility. His fingers brushed and massaged at his forehead as it throbbed painfully—he still couldn’t make any sense of it. Something sinister was happening, that much was obvious. But if he had really seen the act as it unfolded, and a day earlier on top of that—if the children were really behind the atrocious killings and mutilations.. What the hells did that mean?
A sudden blur in the corner of his vision averted his attention to the treeline of the nearby forest. It was fairly shaded within, thanks for the overbearing clouds that thickened the sky in a depressing grey—so it was hard to tell. But as Rodarin focused more intensely, he could see it—the shadow-coated child standing at the edge, staring upon him with its wide eyes of pure glowing white, and a similarly wide smile to match. With a slow wave, the child beckoned him to follow before disappearing into the forest. It was one of them. Those dreadful shadowed children that watched from the corner—that clawed at his leg. Rodarin broke from the wall he leaned upon, frantically sprinting for the treeline to follow the path the child had taken. If there were any answers to find, those shades would have them.
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Gentle wind rushed against his ear to join the beating of his heart as he raced through the slowly but steadily thickening trees. Huffs of breath escaped his lips, his boots kicking up dirt and grass behind the urgency of his pace. Where did it go? A soft voice caused him to grind to a halt, sending him toppling onto his knees as he searched each direction for the source. There, to the west—one of the missing teachers, holding the hand of two school children as they seemed to lead her forward! They were ushering her forward, though their exact words were too soft to hear from this distance. “Hey! Stop!” He cried, though it seemed to fall upon deaf ears. Grunting in frustration, Rodarin scrambled to his feet and broke into another sprint as their figures disappeared behind trunks and foliage of the forest. Reaching the area they disappeared behind, he found them further up ahead. They turned, facing the right, and simply stared—seemingly beyond a nearby tree. Rodarin turned to look in the same direction, desperate to follow their gaze to something, anything—but all he saw was more forest. He turned back to the trio, watching as they began to walk forward. A tree blocked them as they moved behind it.....and then, nothing. They never reappeared. Were they hiding behind it?
A brisk jog brought Rodarin closer—and the closer he came, the darker the forest seemed to become. No, not again.. His pace slowed, an all-too-familiar sense of dread filling the air between each soft crunch of grass beneath his feet. This is just like the school from before–just like the staircase. His gaze continued to shoot off towards the right, but nothing ever seemed to appear. What had they been staring at? The answer came soon, as Rodarin turned to gaze behind the same tree they vanished behind. It was a pathway, trees tightly lining the sides, like some naturally formed tunnel. The darkness grew thicker as the path progressed, and towards the very end he could see that damned crimson taint slowly bleeding into the darkness. He stepped back, looking around the other side of the tree—there was nothing but dark, open forest. Stepping back again, the path of trees returned. What sort of illusion was this? What kind of twisted game was being played here? His right hand came to rest upon the hilt of his sword, squeezing tightly as the leather bindings stretched in his palm. He wasn’t sure what awaited beyond the darkness—but this time, he was prepared. With a metallic ring, Rodarin drew his sword from its sheath—flames bursting to life and licking across the steel against the old runes he left years ago. Blade steady, he moved forward into the bleeding dark.
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returnn-of-the-mac · 3 years
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How would companions react to SS making grotesque remarks at every corpse they come across? For example: “Looks like a testicle with teeth.”
Anotha one! I added an intro for context. Enjoy! 😊
FO4 Companions React: Sole Making Grotesque Comments About Corpses
After defeating the Death Claw in the Salem Museum of Witchcraft, Sole and their companion found themselves in the Lynn Woods, on a mission to return a death claw egg.
Along the way, the pair noticed an abundance of mutilated corpses littering the forest floor.
To make light of the gruesome scene, Sole decided to poke some fun at the appearance of the dead bodies.
“Heh. That one looks like a testicle with teeth.”
“So much blood...it looks like a uterus exploded...”
“That one probably has smegma.”
...
Piper: [covering ears] Oh god, Blue. Cut it out! That’s gross!
Danse: Your behavior is concerning, soldier. I suggest you stop.
Curie: [Madame/Monsieur]! That is exzdremely insensitive of you! Please stop!
Cait: [chucking] That’s bloody disgustin, but ya ain’t wrong.
Deacon: [disturbed; laughing nervously] Coping...coping. You’re using humor to cope, right? [under breath] Please don’t disembowel me...
MacCready: Stop it! You’re creeping me out.
Ada: That one looks like a dead body. Am I doing it right, [sir/ma’am]?
Longfellow: Ayup. That’s it for my sobriety today [chugs whiskey].
Nick: [annoyed] Can you be any more crude?
Codsworth: [singing loudly to drown out Sole’s jokes] I see trees so green, red roses too! I see them bloom for me and you! And I think to myself...WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD!!!!!
X6-88: Never use the word smegma again.
Hancock: [impressed, but also disturbed] Wo-ho-ho. That’s vile. And that means a lot coming from the Mayor of fucking Goodneighbor.
Strong: All look like lunch to Strong.
Preston: Quit it, General! You’re starting to sound like Gage.
Gage: Ha, good one boss. [looking around, and then pointing at a severed head] That one looks like a chode with whiskers.
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savagecuhnt · 2 years
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@thcollector​  sent in 💀 (to walk in on my muse killing someone.)
 steam could be seen enveloping the warm crimson as it dripped from the witch’s blade. like ghostlike fingers stretching into the stillness of the bathroom as heat met freezing air. “You think you’re fuckin’ slick, huh?” combat boot comes up and slams down into the gas station clerk’s gut, causing him to sit up and gasp, choking on his own blood from an internal wound caused by the witch. “walk in on me while I’m taking a fuckin’ piss, try to force me to disgustin’ shit. How many girl, huh?” the petite female straddles the other, inked digits gripping the fabric of his bloodied flannel. She keeps him steadied as eye glare back into desperate orbs, “you fuckin’ weak mortal. perverse evil, fuck” tattooed knuckles slam into his jaw, then to cheekbone. hit after hit until blood splattered stalls and walls.
 the sudden sound of the door stops her, ice blue hues quickly meeting Theo. an awkward silence is filled with choking gasps, and suddenly the witch releases fabric, letting the gas station clerk to drop his head to the floor with a loud, wet thud. “Yes. It looks bad. But motherfucker walked in while I was using the bathroom and tried to force himself onto me.” at this point she felt no remorse, no worry that she had been caught. If Theo wanted to cause a scene, it wouldn’t mean a thing to silence him too. 
 “h-help m-me--” the clerk pleads, eyes looking towards Theo now. Without hesitation, Rose plunges her blade into the man’s throat. “Ain’t no one helpin’ you.”
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Would any of the Haiquile boys get along/like their real world counterpart? I keep thinking of Atsumu and tsumu meeting and tsumu being like “so YOU are why she won’t call me my nickname, scrub”
'Tsumu sized up the strange being standing across from him, arms crossed and eyes narrowed calculatingly. 
Gleaming honey eyes that were strikingly similar to his own squinted back at him in turn, condescension and derision clear in their bright irises.
"So yer the reason why she won't call me 'Tsumu anymore," the golden-haired volleyball player hissed, disliking the way his opponent did the same. 
"Watch yer tongue, human," Atsumu snarled at the human male that dared to speak to him in such a manner, his fox ears twitching angrily on the top of his head. He could easily rip this haughty human apart. "I don't see what she sees in ya'."
'Tsumu gritted his teeth, wishing that he had a volleyball in hand that he could use to spike this creature's face in. 
"I guess those fox traits are just for show, cause this 'human' here has better eyes than ya'!"
"Ya' humans are all disgustin' lookin' but yer the worst I've seen." 
"Hah? Have ya' looked in the mirror?!" 
"I don't need to since I'm lookin' at ya'!!"
As the two golden-haired twins bickered violently between themselves, their grey-haired counterparts stood off to the side, quietly watching their brothers quarrel amongst themselves. 
"Are they both idiots? What scrubs," 'Samu muttered as he watched 'Tsumu argue with Atsumu, disappointment in his eyes. 
"Don't they realize they look exactly the same? Bloody stupid," Osamu shook his head with shame, unable to believe he has to call such an idiot his brother. His fox ears laid flat against his head in dismay. 
There was a brief silence that stretched between them as 'Samu and Osamu glanced at each other. 
"Ya' want to switch?" Osamu asked the volleyball player. 
"Ya' mean 'Tsumu for you and vice versa, right?" 
"What else?" 
With a nod, they fist bumped each other to seal the deal and promptly walked off, leaving the other pair of Miya twins behind. 
"What should we do to celebrate this occasion?" 'Samu asked his new twin. 
"I really liked the food from yer world that (Y/N) made for us." The thought of food instantly perked his fox ears back up. 
"Oh, that's a good idea. I'll tell her to meet us and we can celebrate together." 
"Yer so much better than that idiot." 
"Likewise. We should have done this earlier." 
"Hey wait, where do ya' think yer goin' with that scrub, 'Samu?!" 
"Oi, come back here or I'll really burn all ya' shit at home!" 
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Heh, I think certain pairs will definitely get along! (Kita and Osamu especially) . Others might have a rivalry ( Atsumu, Oikawa but might be a one-sided rivalry from Oikawa the setter's side cause Prince Oikawa is 👌lmao)
Kuroo, Ushijima, Suna would be interested in their respective counterparts and keen to learn about their differences/similarities. But would they dial each other up to go for a bowl of ramen or practice magic/swordsmanship together? Possibly, but only one side from each pair will likely ask; if neither side asks in which case they'll unfortunately never hang together.
Bokuto will just annoy Scary Bokuto a lot who doesn't understand how this is his alternate.
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thecursedhellblazer · 4 years
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Ruby: *hugs John*
John: What the bloody fuck was that?!
Ruby: Duh. A hug. Ever heard of ‘affection’, old man?
John: ...Urg. That’s fuckin’ disgustin’, kid.
Ruby: * raises an eyebrow *
John: ....
John: ...Shite. Fine. You can do it again. Sometimes. Not too bloody often.
{ @exanxmo }
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ask-gayvid-king · 5 years
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Who's your favourite survivor and killer? Which survivor and killer do you hate the most?
((Be prepared for a bit of a long post... Sorry))
"I don't really 'ave a favorites, but I do have me likes and dislikes..."
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"I do be appreciatin' the gals for their strong minds and smort tricks, just like dem guys."
"Kate keeps us oll hopeful, I appreciate that, I used to think it be a pathetic thin' when pals be stayin' hopeful, but after comin' 'ere I've learned to appreciate tha'. She olso learned us how to scan the area quickly for ways out like pallets and windows. She's a good gal, and a luvable singer."
"Nea is a sneaky lit'le shat to dem killers and I like her courage, even tho' I gotta save 'er for the situation she brought 'erself in...a lot."
"Bill be like a stern dad, he's kinda a dad to us oll and manages to 'ave me back when I got his."
"Laurie is one HELL of a fockin' woman, she's a badarse gal, got'a tell ye tha. She focking faces myers with anythin' she 'as in hand. She keeps amazin me with oll the courage she 'as and saved me a good couple o' times, too."
"Meg is a speedy gal I can always appreciate, she's easy goin and a good laugh, she be helpin' me sumtimes when people be stuck on dem hooks, also, her adrenaline... Fockin' crazy I tell ye, little gal stands up after bein stabbed down with dem hope... God..."
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"I'm not a big fan of Ace 'n Ash they act so... Cocky... And tha' sorta pisses me off.. They still be fellow survivors, but I've lost me cool towards Ace once... 'ad to be separated from him for a good while... He olso keeps flirtin' with everyone... Fockin' disgustin'."
"I don't like the weak moch either. We be in this together but if sumone fails I do keep a grudge 'gainst them, not for long... But it annoys me for sum reason. Prob'ly that bully trait from high school that kept sticking to me."
"As for... Killers.."
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"I olways be fightin' off killers, and usually when I get caught I can escape pretty fast. But then there is Michael... His fockin' grip it made o' steel. Once caught he ain't letting go... His big arse knife stabbin' through yer abdomen is the last thing ye see 'fore ye gag on yer blood and loose yer last breath. He makes me feel weak and I be 'atin' it."
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"Then there's the bloody doctor..."
"I could take the man on if I wan'ted... But his fockin' shock therapy keeps catchin' me off guard. It's rather scary actually. I don't be one to admit such things easily, but it's a fockin' horror ride."
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"The images he plants in yer head, how he messes with ye. He makes ye see aweful things and ye slowly turn more insane. Ye see him everywhere and ye become 'fraid of the image o' him. The though of losing' me mind is horrifyin'. I lost everythin' the last time I lost me mind... This be a different kind, a litteral "loosin' yer mind", but still, I wouldn't wont the lose me friends 'ere, too.."
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"Even dem strongest minds break.. And if he 'aven't snapped out of it in trial ye take it with ye, and that stuff stays a while. The pain as well as the nightmares. The worst part is that ye 'ave to snap out o' it yerself, makes ye feel vulnerable and lonely."
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"Anywho, 'nough depressin' tolkin' I'll leave the "likable" killer up for y'all to guess~ even if it might be obvious... Or not~"
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OT3FIC: Dobberman
20 - tongue discourage lopsided gift execute tiny rose shame
Her tongue peeked out the corner of her lip as she shifted slightly in her car seat, shades over her eyes and the stirring itch to get outside and stretch her legs that she could not give in to. This case had been bothering her for weeks, the pattern erratic and strange and mostly based off of disappearances and memory loss rather than any bloody bodies or signs of other such problems. Cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders, Jo gave a deep sigh as she settled in to stake it out longer.
She had already been watching for two nights and thus far no extra disappearances and no leads. Sitting in her car she’d set up a camera with display, angled just right from her vantage point behind the bouncer, to check for the glowing eyes of shapeshifters and also tracking on the mirror above all of the arrivals to check for sirens. She had nailed an iron boundary over the doorway and the windows of all the buildings exits just before dawn that very morning to track if any demons or ghost possessions or shadows for that matter were behind it and to keep them getting back in. And she had even painted the external walls the day before with invisible angel wards just to make sure it wasn’t her favorite archangel-Trickster up to games. But so far, no such luck on cracking the case.
Jo gave another soft sigh, the quiet voice of some late night radio host babbling to himself as if there was someone else there echoed out of her stereo as she continued to glance between her camera and the line that was forming at the doorway.
It wasn’t for another hour, an hour of boring music, lame dad jokes and some kid calling to complain about the boring music, right as the lack of movement was almost enough to discourage her after three days of no signs that this might not actually be one of her cases despite what her gut told her for her to spot it.
Twisting the keys out of the ignition and throwing them into her pocket, Jo looked each way along the road before dashing across in a gap in traffic and striding carefully but quickly along the footpath behind the bouncer right as the man was about to okay the newest arrival with the four very beautiful women along his arms. The very same four very beautiful women that hadn’t been seen or heard of from their families in over four weeks that she’d known in her stomach were not just runaways or on holidays somewhere.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” She hissed from behind the group as they were about to pass through the doorway. As the man in the center appeared to freeze at her voice, and his shoulders almost appeared to shake whether in amusement or like a duck shaking very annoying water from it’s back she couldn’t tell, before he attempted to step over into the club and was unable to press forward with an almost awkward stumble. “Or, maybe more like, I couldn’t do that if I were you.”
That time there was another of those shakes before the man turned to the bouncer and hissed quietly, “You didn’t see any of us.” He turned fully around, delivering the same hissed Whisper towards the lot of the assembled crowd nearest the door while those a few feet down just yelled loudly about ‘fucking line-jumpers’.
Jo waited a second before stepping back and a handful of feet back away from the line and the bouncer as the rest of the late night revellers continued in their normal behavior, a lopsided grin on her face in the knowledge that her instincts were right for a moment before the four women all started walking in a straight line past her and down the nearby alleyway to the side of the club. That wiped the look right off, and forgetting all about exactly who it was she’d been talking to, Jo set off after the quartet of women, calling “Hey! Wait!”
“They aren’t going to answer you, sweetie.” The voice was right beside her as she made her way into the alley - spotting the group of women huddling in a dark corner like hens nesting in a roost. Looking to the side, Jo raised an eyebrow back at him curiously. “They’re following instructions. I make sure they know what to do if things go wrong when I let them out of the house.”
“The what now? The house?!” “Yes, house, sweetie. They have to live somewhere.” “Since when do you have a fuckin’ house?!”
The man gave a laugh at that, shifting to lean against the dark bricks of the building side a few feet in from the corner, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a click of his fingers. Gray draw a breath in and released a puff of smoke at her, her hand waving it away with a small cough and a scowl, before he shrugged a shoulder. “I overheard some guys talking about some..movie? Documentary? Something? Anyway-” The shadow took another drag, and gestured towards her with it questioningly as Jo didn’t move closer, only continuing once she’d shifted to stand in front of him out of the sight of those passing the alley way without really looking for her. “-They were talking about this guy who was some big-shot or other. Had a house full of beautiful women on hand for anything he wanted, you see? Gave me an idea, why keep going out to find good lays when I can just keep them all crowded up for when I want one.”
Jo felt herself frowning in confusion for a moment, before her eyes widened and she reached out to smack at his arm in an automatic response, letting out an outraged noise. “The R Kelly documentary?! You have taken inspiration from the R Kelly documentary to get yourself a house full of-” Her eyes widened further, twisting to look down at the huddle of gorgeous women all dressed exactly to the shadow’s liking and standing silently together as a group with their eyes closed as if ‘powered down’ and waiting their next direction. “-of.. of...”
“Gorgeous women. Yes, I believe I have.” Gray’s lips curled up into a smirk as he looked down at her, the look widening as she smacked at his arm again ineffectively and glared up at him. “You humans really do keep giving us monsters a run for our money, you know. And that idea? Who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth when I can complete it much more effectively than some little human with cash to splash.”
“God, you’re fuckin’ disgusting, did you know that?” Jo growled the words out towards him, shaking her head as if to try to shake the idea from it before she froze. “Well, I guess it’s better in a way than your torturin’ and killin’ them-”
“Oh no, I have a group for that too.” “For fucks sake, Gray! Stop making this so much worse.” “Sweetie, I can’t let you go about thinking I’ve lost my touch. Of course I have the ugly ones or the ones that don’t please me well enough for that.”
“Absolutely disgustin’.” She shook her head again, leaning back against the bricks with a heavy sigh and ran a hand through her hair with a groan. This had been such a hard hunt, it had taken her serious effort to execute properly and cover all bases, she was even somewhat impressed with herself for just how good her sigil work and the idea to iron the entries where the owners would never find it was complete genius. And for it all to be wasted on it being this asshole with his goddamn smirk and his fucking suits and his cigarette that he held out towards her and Jo tugging from his fingers and breathed in like a drowning man trying to settle the frustration and adrenaline that was racing through her with the soft hug of nicotine. “I can’t believe you’d do that-”
“What? Say I got the idea from there and not from you, you mean?” “Fuckin’ what?” “I mean, if you want to get technical sweetie, I got the first thought of the idea from you-” “What the fuck you mean by that?!”
“Setting up that tiny little house of yours? With your two little sex boys there to do your bidding at the crook of your finger?” Gray replied over her head, that infernal smirk fully still in place as he reached out to light himself another cigarette as Jo glanced up towards him - the butt resting between her lips as they curled in disgust at the suggestion. “I always figured the runt couldn’t possibly keep you satisfied, so your taking on another was inevitable-”
“You shut up about that.” “Why? Don’t like the truth, sweetie? Face it, you’ve always been flighty and it was only a matter of time until you went for more.” “And how exactly is that what happened at all?” “Oh trust me, I’m as surprised as you are that the runt’s fallen in line so well. You’re much better at that then that-”
“Don’t.” Jo cut over the other warningly, and at the twist of how his tone shifted from teasing to what she could tell was tight and uncomfortable as his brain caught up with what he was saying, she leaned her shoulders to the side, bumping against his gently.
There was a long pause between them, the silence of those in the alley covered by the rise and fall of the crowd around the corner’s noise, before the shadow seemed to catch himself and rose off of the side of the building with a sneer. “But still, credit where credit’s due, sweetie, you showed it’s a good idea to keep toys on hand for such fun-”
“You know that’s not even remotely accurate, you asshole.” Jo bit back, dragging the last of the cigarette before squatting down to set it to the ground and stamping it out with her boot, glare in place as she tried to keep the flush of shame that threatened to run through her just in case there was any truth to the shadow’s suggestions. “Look, just... how long until whatever you’ve done runs out for those girls?”
“What do you mean?” “How long until your Whisperin’ fades?” “What’s that matter? It’s not like you’re going to be able to do anything-”
Jo shifted straight upwards and off the wall then, her hand pulling the iron knife out of her boot, and pointed at the other threateningly. She knew from the raised brow on his face and the amused quirk of his lip that he knew that it was as likely to go into him as it was she would suddenly begin tap dancing; but even then, Jo shot a lot behind herself towards the huddled group of girls and then back to him with a raised brow of her own.
“Sweetie, why do you always do this?” “Cause, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t. Now - the Whispering?” “What makes you think I’m going to let you just scurry off with them?”
“Easy,” Jo’s lips quirked up in a smile in response as she flipped her knife about, giving a small shrug. “Because, you’re goin’ to get bored of that set up in no time and havin’ to keep feeding and washing and Whispering the lot of them. How’s all the chewing they do been to watch?”
Jo bit down on a laugh watching the way that the monster’s shoulders shuddered again, and there was a pause when she thought that she may have used the wrong play before the next moment there was a quirk of his lips into that godforsaken smirk and his own cigarette butted out under his foot. He shrugged a shoulder, as if rolling the phantom disgust away, before waving a hand. “Maybe you’ve struck something there, sweetie. It has been rather... limiting to my fun.”
“You don’t like limitations-” “Are you trying to propose something there?” “God no!” “You sure? Two men enough for you? Does the new one scratch that little ...itch of yours?”
“Why? You want to join my tiny little house?” Jo teased back as she heard the tone moving in the other’s own voice to the same just shy of flirtatious way her own had, before she let out a laugh at the disgusted look that crossed his face at the concept. Another shudder, and Jo let out another laugh, bright and light, before the shadow pinned her with a look. Holding up her hands, and the knife pointed upright away from him in her hand, Jo smirked back at him. “Okay, fine. But still-”
“Fine, sweetie, you keep that knife in your boot and I’ll leave you to shepherding those lost little girls home. I can’t imagine your new little dog is any happier with his mistress being gone than the runt is.” Gray replied with a roll of his eyes as he gave a wicked grin at her. The next second he was gone, and Jo barely had time to roll her own until the smack on her ass surprised her and the same voice whispered against her ear, “Just this time though. Next time, I’ll want something in return.”
Jo turned to strike out at him in a knee-jerk reaction, but by the time her knife was passing through where he had been there was nothing but air and the fading sound of a laugh.
Sighing to herself, Jo rubbed at the spot that still stung slightly before she shrugged her shoulders, slipped her knife back into her boot, and then turned to move towards the gaggle of girls with a groan as she had to work out the best way to wake them back up and get them home safe and sound.
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