Ghostface X Reader

May I request “218. I think I might be falling in love with you.” With Cassie Howard x reader please?

absolutely!!!!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 218.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, pda, cussing, kinda angsty?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. kinda really bad but shh we dont talk abt that

cassie howard x gn!reader

you and cassie didnt really talk to each other

you had run into her a couple times at school, bumped into her at a couple parties

but other than that, you never really talked to her

except for when you were younger

you and cassie were best friends, inseparable.

and you were in love with her

every second of every day, you were in love with cassie howard.

every hour, ever day, every week, and every month of every year.

until tenth grade.

cassie started hanging out with different people, started standing you up when she was supposed to come to your house after school

slowly but surely, she was leaving you.

you were never together in the first place, but you never thought she would leave you

but she did

you barely talked anymore, but you always made eye contact in the hallways

a feeling deep inside of you made you think she still cared for you, still wanted to be your friend

but she wasnt, so you wouldn't give her the time of day.

you started hanging out with a bad crowd, doing drugs and getting into trouble

cassie hated it but she thought she couldn't stop you, so she never tried.

one day, you sat next to her at a party and she started talking to you, trying to catch up with you

you had a feeling she was trying to make up for leaving you

you didnt care.

soon, she started talking about nate, how much she loved him, how much he loved her

only, you knew he didnt. you knew what real love felt like, and that wasnt real love that nate felt.

you hoped she wasn't actually in love with him

you wanted her to love 𝘺𝘰𝘶, not nate

it wasnt fair.

it wasnt fucking fair.

you didn't ever want to admit it, but you still loved the girl

and part of you wanted to tell her that.

but you never did.

instead, you got blackout drunk with her at every party over the course of four months, and that was enough.

but one night, at a pre-graduation party, when you both were very, very drunk, you and cassie had sex.

she didnt remember it.

or at least that's what you told yourself.. and what she told you..

the morning after, you woke up next to her in your underwear, and you somehow still remembered what happened.

so when she woke up, you asked her if anything happened the night before, as a way to see if she remembered it

she said she didnt think anything happened

you were upset, but didnt say anything. the more you thought about it, the more thankful you were that she forgot.

a couple days later, you finally graduated

but.. you didnt show up to graduation, you were getting high with your friends instead

cassie was worried, to say the least. really, really worried.

you see, over the four months before you two hooked up, you and cassie got close again, whether you liked it or not

you were hesitant, but cassie made you feel better about it, telling you that she wanted to go back to you every day that she wasnt around you

but she finally realized something, and she needed to tell you.

cassie tried looking for you after graduation. eventually, she ran into one of your friends at a liquor store. she asked where you were, they told her. when she saw you, she ran to you as fast as she could, because somewhere between looking for you at graduation and seeing you on the side of the road, high as a kite, she realized something. she felt differently about you. something was different. she knew you loved her, you told her at the end of ninth grade. she never told you, but that's the reason she left you. she couldn't be around you knowing she was hurting you by not loving you back. she hoped that leaving you would make you lose feelings, but she quickly realized it never did.

she ran up to you, embracing you in a tight hug. she never wanted to let you go, but you pushed her away. "fuck off, cassandra." shit, you were really mad, huh? you never called her cassandra, never in the 13 years you knew her. you met in pre-school, and you never once called her cassandra, not even when you were screaming at her about how much of a bitch she was. she sighed and backed away. "I know you're still in love with me, y/n."

it felt like your heart stopped beating, like the earth stopped moving all at once, like there was no more air left. she knew. your life was practically over. you looked at her with wide eyes, waiting for her to speak again. "and.. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 too."

currently 51 minutes and 16 seconds in to slc punk and

I am in love with stevo. okay editing chaos here cause I just realized I said Steve-o and not stevo..... kill me

yeah.

that's all.

me: i don't have a type

also me: masked men named ghost

Hey there! If your request are still open, can I ask something about König being married to a very caring and lovely civilian wife and having a one year's old little girl?

I love this big boy very much and I think he deserves having a family like this!

Thank you!

Ordinary Things Like Love

Lips against his, drowning in the trench of your spilling glory, swallowing your sounds and basking under the unfurling burn of desire.

König has fitted himself to you, curling over the bent of your back just as the black of the night weaves itself to the moon. Every night changing, every night willing.

or: König is a husband and a father.

an: i like this big boy with mommy issues, also their kid isn't one-year-old but everything else should follow the request!

i. König finds love in the shape of your hands, oozing with care and ready to cradle he who has done nothing but harm. Arms spread, prepared to catch him as he crashes back into the stratosphere of home with the trailblaze of war still shadowing his silhouette.

He finds love in your hands, the lined mosaic that time has made of your flesh. Fingers laced, your thumb brushing over the junction of his index and thumb as the warm light of morning washes its golden kiss across your skin.

Lips against his, drowning in the trench of your spilling glory, swallowing your sounds and basking under the unfurling burn of desire.

He has fitted himself to you, curling over the bent of your back just as the black of the night weaves itself to the moon. Every night changing, every night willing.

"G'morning, love," your voice cracks with a yawn, light against the expanse of your back. Your spine arches, dips like a flowing river in the garden of Eden.

Your eyes swim calmly, safe, content, and best of all, happy.

A hand reaches towards his chest, pressing it against where his heart hammers to the beat of yours. When you near him, he presses a kiss to your nose and revels in the laugh that it earns him.

Whispering, he mouths against the fragility of peace in your bedroom. "Sit up, sunflower. I have your breakfast."

—

ii. König finds traces of godhood in the mundane fancies that grace the four walls of home. In the coffee as he waits for it to cool, in the tender ache of his thighs from a night of loving, in the gentle roll of the creek— in the magic love has done to this wretched house.

These are the walls that birthed him, where his parents screamed till their throats bled hurt.

These are the floorboards that raised him, scarred brittle child bones, the very same that crumbled his boyhood and made it a story for the news.

The front page headline burnt in the back of his eyelids read: 29-year-old woman taken into custody for charges of abuse against 8-year-old son.

Now, mortality is not so much a sin as it is a fact of normalcy. He does not have to plead to every atom that composes the holy breath of god to help him when the door creaks open and his mother's footsteps sound from the entrance.

"Vati!" A voice calls, all young and warm. König looks over to see his daughter's mudded feet by the doorway, hair tousled, grin wide and spirit alive.

He feels a little guilty for the envy that aches in his chest but, most of all, he is relieved that he and his daughter do not have matching wounds.

The ones he bears are enough.

If he'd been crucified with his mother's rage to spare his own child the burden then it'd all been well and worth it.

(He'd do it all over again. A thousand times.)

"Look what I found, Vati! Look! Look!" She holds up a green cat eye marble, a speck of sun running across the jade sphere.

He covers a chuckle, pools of blue creasing as he rises from his seat with a quiet grunt. "I'll be right there, petal."

She frowns up at him, strands of hair the same shade as yours covering a portion of her soft face, a crease in her brow that König has half the thought to smooth a finger over. "Where's Mutter?"

"Mama is sleeping, darling."

"But Mama is always awake to cook me breakfast!" There's a pout in her voice, as if a fundamental part of life has been pulled from her feet without warning.

"Not when I'm home, petal." His answering smile makes the argument dwindle down, as if he's just instilled another law of physics as true as the sun rising with angel wings across the horizon.

"But I wanna show her what I found.." she mumbles as he lifts her up to sit on the wide planes of his shoulders.

"We'll show her later, darling," he says, thinking of your bare skin hidden under soft bed sheets. "Now, tell papa what you've been busying yourself with all morning."

—

iii. König finds peace at the sight of you peeling clementines, bathed in the warm slanted light of afternoon gold as it floods the house through the windows.

"Welcome back, you two." Your voice leads him like spring, pulling him in through the vines you've rooted in his heart.

Through the cracks of his ribs, flowers bloom. Rosemary, lavender, bluebells, sunflowers.

Your kisses ruin him, mortal hands coming to cup his cheeks, running your palms across his stubble to hold the curve of his jaw.

And then finally, finally, you kiss him. Molding your lips to rest against his, the taste of citrus on your tongue and the smell of clementine on your breath. His soul blooms, and König is half-convinced he had never truly lived before you.

That he had unknowingly been starving before you fed him with the ripe harvest of spring.

"Blegh!" Your daughter breaks the moment, hands slapped across her eyes and the two of you part brimming with laughter.

König thinks, holding his daughter and his wife, that this must be what love feels like.

Ordinary things that you long will never end.

—

iv. An unsent letter hidden under a drawer reads:

Hello, mother

You have not raised me with love.

But know that I have made something of your violence, of the boy you left at grandmother's doorstep.

You will not be invited to my wedding. But know that it'll be beautiful. It'll be beautiful because it is her who I will be waiting at the altar for.

It'll be beautiful because she is nothing like you.

Truly, your son.

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗢𝗦' 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.

okay. before we get started, let's make a key.

gn reader = gender neutral, no indication of gender. they/them pronouns reader

fem reader = female reader, she/her pronouns reader

afab reader = assigned female at birth, basically means reader has a coochie and tatas

fluff = ♡︎ = anything sweet, romantic, and just pure

angst = ☹︎ = anything sad, typically not ending happily unless paired with fluff.

smut = ✞︎ = 18+ content, sexual content. proceed with caution, ONLY proceed if you're of legal age.

𝗌𝗍𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋

stu x fem!reader ♡︎

poly! stu and billy x fem!reader ♡︎

stu x gn!reader ☹︎

𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌

billy with a girlfriend who writes ♡︎

billy x fem!reader w/ a predator/prey kink ✞︎

billy x gn!reader ♡︎

billy x gn!reader ♡︎

poly! billy and stu x fem!reader ♡︎

𝖿𝖾𝗓𝖼𝗈

fezco x fem!reader ♡︎

𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗓

poly!maddy and cassie x fem!reader ♡︎

poly!maddy and cassie x sick!fem!reader ♡︎

maddy x fem!reader ♡︎

maddy x enemy!fem!reader ☹︎♡︎

maddy x fem!reader ☹︎♡︎

𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽

poly!cassie and maddy x fem!reader ♡︎

cassie x quiet!nerdy!reader ♡︎

poly!cassie and maddy x sick!fem!reader ♡︎

cassie x gn!reader ☹︎♡︎

𝖻𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖺

'make you feel needed' ♡︎

𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼.

ghostface x reader ♡︎✞︎

surfer!stu macher x gn!reader mini blurbs

CONTENT: gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used), very brief sexual + drug references, stu isn’t a safe driver at all

↪ surfer!stu’s room, hair and car all smell of surf wax. you’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve stuck your hand into his hair after a day in the water, and he’s coated over sea salt with the product. ‘ew stu, what is that?’ he sticks his hair up into a ridiculously vertical look. ‘you like?’ you frown, and he pouts with a hand held firmly against his heart.

↪ he has a pickup truck he describes as “shitty”, but his frame of reference is completely messed up. his parents stopped letting him drive their sports car after he crashed it (measures only got this drastic after the third prosecuted incident). his board doesn’t fit well in the bed of the truck, but stu does his best to reassure you. ‘no babe, it’ll be fine.’ he turns to check, somewhat unsure of his own statement. ‘no one’s stupid enough to run into this. gonna hurt them more than it’ll hurt me.’ you bite your tongue on his long list of accidents, most his family were able to get him out of repercussions for.   

↪ you rub aloe vera into his back when he comes back burnt, which is every time he goes. he winces and whimpers. ‘stop being a baby,’ you chastise. ‘i’m not,’ he whines with a less than convincing pitch. ‘if you just sunscreened, this wouldn’t happen.’ ‘didn’t have time. the waves were too good. you should’ve seen them, babe. picture perfect. just like you.’ his cheesy grin distracts you from your concern, for better or worse. 

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HIIIII so ive had an abnormal amount of motivation recently, and that's come because of the jackass show and movies.

SO naturally, I want to write.

PLEASE. I need asks. so bad.

I have a prompt list, list of who i write for right now is in the tags, i dont know if anon is available because im on mobile so i apologize for that

normal blog rules apply

I just wanna say jules is a fucking hypocrite

like, she cheated on rue the first chance she got

and CASUALLY SAID she was in love with the girl she fucked

but got upset when rue introduced her to elliot???? like wtf.

I actually hate jules