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nysrage · 7 months

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Behind The Mask, onyankopon.

Friday The 13th, a night for scares and laughter with your friends took a crazy turn you’d never thought it would. Yet you wouldn’t trade this thrilling experience for anything else.

the night started off chilly. the line to get into the most gut wrenching haunted forest was moving agonizingly slow, everyone taking on the challenge to see if they’d evade the crazy psychos and monsters until the end. winning a cash prize of $500. the only thing keeping you sane was the cozy outfit you chose, the rounds of hot chocolate, and the jokes your friends made about who’d most likely lose their shit once their inside. as you and your friends moved closer towards the attraction sounds of fear grew louder, the screams, chainsaws, spine-chilling laughter. your own heart beginning to race to the thrill of finally entering behind those large wooden doors of the haunted campsite, the feeling of eyes on you from afar. sending chills throughout your body, hairs raising on your neck.

your eyes darting at the people around you, until they’d landed on the premises. a tall figure lurking and outline by the light in of the one the abandoned cabins located in the forest, until fully disappearing into the darkness of the shadows at the flick of your eyes. yet the feeling of someone watching you never left, leaving you anxious of what was to come once you entered. a distant voice pulling you out your thoughts, “3 more, right in front of the door!” the director motioned you, your two friends forward. you signed a waiver and placed your belongings into your assigned cubby.

smoke pouring out from the creaking doors as they open, distant howls as the dark spooky forest is revealed. leaves crunching beneath your feet as you quietly look over your surroundings, the forest almost calm and quiet. that is until hands appear from below, bones cracking as zombies stood to their feet. moaning and groaning as they stalked towards the group, leaving you all clutching each other. shuffling back towards those large doors you entered, until they were slammed shut. the sounds of clicking locks letting you know there wasn’t any other way but through.

the ringing of a chainsaw caught all of your attention, eyes widening as your fight or flight senses kicked in. turning around you were met with three figures, jason, freddy krueger, and leatherface. All of them breaking out into sprints, splitting up you and your friends. cold air filling your lungs as you run as fast you can through the forest, glasses fogging up from the panicked heat coming off your skin. finding that same cabin you saw in the distance. running to it for a place of refuge and slamming the door shut, but not before the man behind the mask wedged a foot in between. shoving it open so hard that you fall to the ground from its swinging force, picking yourself back up to escape out the back door.

the knob so close you could almost taste it but instead you were inhaling the woody scent of the wall you were pushed into. his arms caging you to keep from escaping, his deep breathes can be heard from behind his mask. his big chocolate toned hands are the only thing in your sight. your breath hitching as his firm body slowly pressed into yours as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “done running miss mamas..?” his voice smooth and buttery compared to the ringing sound of chainsaws and screams in the distance. a soft plead falling from your lips, “please, let me finish..” eyes closing in fear of more jumpscares. with a deep chuckle, he pushed some of your soft tight curls from out of your face, “and let you leave already..? nah i’ve had my eye on yo ass all night.”

your eyes opening at his confession, knowing that those eyes you felt all night were his. your body heating up at his words and close proximity between you. the spooky thrill of it all oddly turning you on at the thought of this masked man. his body so firm and muscular against your, voice deep and compelling, and skin a deep chocolate. you could help but wonder what rested behind his mask. “so pretty and soft..” he breathed out, one of his warm hands running along your thigh. one final tempting plea leaving his lips, as he feels that ass of your grind back into that growing tent of his costume. “hm, thought you wanted to finish?” his lips teasing at your neck, ready to kiss and suck at that soft melanated skin.

a soft “I can’t..” leaving your lips, those soft lips curling as he smiled into your skin but you stopped him before he could go any further. “not until i see what’s behind the mask..?” a couple seconds of silence passed before the pressure of his body lifted from yours, the cool breeze of your surroundings leaving goosebumps on your skin. you turned and faced him. the mask slowly lifting to reveal his face, his chocolate skin peeking out more. followed by soft plump lips, dark brown eyes, and those bushy yet perfectly shaped brows. leaving nothing but him in all of his glory, arousal flooding your panties. a smirk pulling at his lips.

“like what you see..?” and fuck you don’t think he knew how much you did.

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not until he had you up against the wall slutting you out, thick dick burying deep as it could. his hands cuffed behind your knees to keep you open, both of your hands wrapped around his neck while your body bounced up and down the wall as he thrusted into you. “oo-oh my fuu—!” his pelvis rolling against your clit in the best ways. his face buried into your neck as he moaned and groaned at your warm slicked walls shaping to him, “feel so fucking good..” thrusting up into you hard and deep, eyes focused on where the two of you were connected. pelvis and dick covered in glistening slick, tip nearly out of your two toned folds before pistoning back in. body pulling back to take a look at that pretty fucked out face of yours. lips red and swollen, eyebrows pinched together, mouth open. moan and whining. graphic beanie barely holding onto your head. “I- I cantttt!” whining out, thighs pushing your body up the wall to try and escape his brutal thrusts.

“un uh.. be a good girl and take it.” body weight pushing into yours, pinning your body to wall. “know this dick feel good up there diggin’ them guts out.” and indeed it did, your walls tightening around him at his words but you didn’t know how much more you could take, body growing hot as the knot tightened hard in your stomach. “Please, fuckk—” you mind freezing as tried to plead out his name, realizing you never got it. “please..” a small groan of his name ringing into your ear, almost as if he’d read your mind. “ony, it’s ony mama..”

your arms wrapping around him tight as he pounded you up in the air, hands rubbing and gripping at the stretched marked flesh of your hips and ass. clapping against his thighs as he kissed and sucked at your neck, as you finally moaned out his name. “onyy, m’bout to cummm!” your thighs tightening in his hold, ony slamming his hips against yours one last time, swirling around to stir those pulsing walls inside you. those loads moans and whines drowned out with the screams and groans of the people and actors in the forest. “just likee that, cum all on this dick” your body shaking and jolting in his hold, sucking him deep as your creamy arousal dripped down against his pelvis. the masked man giving your a few more orgasmic strokes before pulling out to leaving his sticky release all around your folds and slapping the messy residue on your clit.

ony’s brown eyes meeting yours with a breathy smile, tongue quickly swiping over his lip before he spoke. “what’s your number?”

“think imma spend the rest of spooky season with you..”

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mistydeyes · 8 months

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hi again! I was wondering if you could possibly do a Task force 141 with a reader that has been through a final girl/boy situation before they joined the military? I was thinking something like a Sidney from scream situation almost.

(I do apologize if your requests are closed, have a good night/day!)

thank you for submitting! i love horror movies (even when they have the final girl trope) so I took inspo from the campy stories! hope you enjoy :)

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summary: When Laswell recommended you to Price to join the 141, you readily took the invitation and left the US Army. However, when you return back to the states someone recognizes you as the surviving victim of a series of murders and you have to answer for your past.

pairing: Task Force 141 x gn!Reader (codename: Onyx)

warnings: swearing, violence/blood/gore, non-major character death

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Before the summer of '08, you used to love horror movies. With your friends, you would have marathons of Halloween, Scream, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Friday the 13th, and other campy classics. You would drink and laugh at the screen as the characters slowly got picked off one by one, leaving one character standing. "God it's always the final girl," you remarked as you watched the generally brunette, book-smart teen walk away before the credits rolled. It used to be just another movie trope. But there are some things the gym and therapy can't fix. After that year, you always walked on the lit side of the street and triple-locked your doors every night.

"Onyx, we're here," Ghost boomed and you woke from your slumber. Your eyes adjusted to the morning sun of Colorado. "Air Force sent us a welcome party to escort us to base," Price commented, getting off the plane. Never would you have thought a mission would bring you back to the States. Despite being teased relentlessly for your lack of accent and inability to relate to growing up in the UK, you relished the thought of being thousands of miles away. "Onyx, you alright?" Soap asked as you piled into a large vehicle. "Yeah, just jet-lagged," you lied through your teeth. "Welcome back to the US," one of the Air Force privates commented and you couldn't help but frown. "Let's just finish this up for Laswell and head back to rainy London."

After a tour and briefing, you decided to head into town to get some dinner. Soap had made a big deal of wanting to try American food and you landed on a popular diner. The meal was alright as you scarfed down a burger and milkshake. You tried to join in the conversation as Gaz wondered if he should try the fried Oreos or get a classic American apple pie. Price and Ghost rolled their eyes, finishing their meal, while Soap tried to help his decision. You pinched your thigh as your scarred hands fell onto your lap. Just another mission, you told yourself, just another mission in another country. When your meal was paid, you walked back to the car casually. You were arguing over who was going to drive when a man did a double take upon locking eyes with you.

"I-I know you," the man yelled as everyone turned in his direction. At first, you hoped he was a mistaken pot head but your stomach dropped when he met your darting gaze. He paced up to you as you looked in fear. "You're that teen, the only one left alive," he continued, now getting closer to your face. "I don't know who you're talking about," you said roughly and attempted to walk away but he grabbed your wrist. "It is you, you were all over the news," his voice was now increasing in volume and people began to look over. "Get off of me!" you commanded but he continued to bombard you with questions. Eventually, as he held his grip, he was roughly pushed back by Gaz. "The fuck man!" he yelled, attempting to throw a punch but was quickly pushed back by Ghost. "Let's go," Ghost demanded and you rushed away from the man as he continued to shout at you.

"What the fuck was that Onyx?" was the first question uttered by Price as you arrived back on the Air Force Base. "Guess the secret's out," you mumbled in response as you sat down at a table. "What didn't Laswell tell us?" he edged and you avoided his piercing gaze. "Alright, boys sit down," you commanded, "better to tell you sooner than later." They had a mix of emotions ranging from confused to frustrated but they took a seat around the table. You took a deep breath as you unearthed your past. "It was in '08 when I was 16," you began, "high on life, good grades, thinking about going to college for international politics." "Get to the point," Price ordered but you let out a sickly laugh. "Captain, I'm about to tell you how I survived my entire friend group being murdered, I'll get to the point when I do," you said sardonically. That shut everyone up.

"Anyways, as you know I was from a small town on the East Coast," they nodded in response, "There were 9 of us, all friends from elementary school. We would do everything together until-." You paused for a moment, trying to suppress the urge to run away. "It all started with Logan." You tried to put the details into the best of terms but decided to pull the bandage off early. "They found his body with 9 stab wounds and 'Limbo' printed on a paper in his neck wound," Price's eyes widened as you looked at the shocked faces surrounding you. "Next was Ashley and the same thing, 9 stabs and a paper with 'Lust'," you continued, the realization began to set in as Ghost awkwardly shifted in his seat. You looked down at your shaking hands before you kept going. "After Ashley, the town was put on a curfew and they labeled the killer as "Dante" since the crimes were following his poem," As you kept reciting the story, you began to unravel further. "I remember texting the rest of my friends being scared shitless, my parents lived in constant fear and kept our doors barred."

Before you could continue, Gaz interrupted. "You don't have to keep going if it's too much," he began to say. "Ye we get the picture," Soap added but you shook your head. "After that, there were four more murders over the next two months," you spoke, "Nick, Amanda, Elizabeth, and Tyler all with the same wounds, paper, and the promise of more to come." "Did the police or FBI do anything?" Ghost asked, now folding his arms on the table. You laughed cynically as you remembered the shit show. "God they tried, they canceled school and kept patrolling but everyone was found either in their homes or after the constant fucking funerals." Tears were beginning to prick your eyes as you got to the last two victims. "They eventually connected us together after Liz and I spent weeks trying to think of anyone who would do this," you were now crying and your voice shook as you choked out the words. "Anyways, it died down for three weeks and we thought it was over with," you trailed off, "but then they found Miranda in her bedroom."

Price put his hat on the table and pulled out a tissue for you. You rejected the offer and wiped furiously at your face. "She was my best friend, had some trouble with depression and attempted suicide in freshman year but she was a good person," you said, almost in a whisper. You remembered the earth-shattering news delivered by the authorities at your door and how you screamed into the midnight air. They refused to give a public burial as it was just another hotbed of victims. You never even got to see her before she was cremated. "I think this is enough," Gaz said, now looking at Price with an angry tone of voice. As both the men exchanged bitter looks, you slammed your hands down on the hard surface. "No, I said I would tell you the whole story and I am going to fucking do it."

"The 8th was supposed to be me," you mumbled as the room looked horrified. Your legs shook and you tried to steady your uneven breathing. "Tyler was a twin and Elle was his sister he left behind" Your voice grew more hoarse as you fought through the pain. "When Tyler died, Elle's parents were devastated and she stayed with my family for the rest of the Spring. She shared a room with me and I slept on a shitty air mattress." You remembered crawling into bed with her some nights, after long hours with the police, trying to reassure her they would find the killer and the nightmare would be over. "I think it was a Tuesday but I woke with Elle sitting on my stomach, She had this crazy look in her eyes," you looked down at your white knuckles that gripped the oak table, feeling the unwavering gaze of your team. "She-she told me how I was a fraud all these years for kissing her after some stupid party and never telling anyone about how we were soulmates. I thought this was some stupid lovers quarrel but she shut me up with a stab to the shoulder." You pulled back your shirt to reveal a silvery wound the size of a hunting knife on your left shoulder. You could hear the silence in the room as they looked at it.

"After that, I tried to scream but she told me she took care of my parents with some concoction of sleep meds and cough syrup," you closed your eyes tightly as you remembered trying to wrestle her off of you and her hands plunging the knife into your arms and upper chest. "How did you survive?" Soap asked, his voice sensitive and low. "I remember feeling immense pain when she stabbed me in the collarbone but she got the knife stuck," your body was on fire, almost as if the wounds were fresh, "so I took the opportunity to throw her off and pull out the knife." Even Ghost looked horrified as he knew what was going to happen next. "I stabbed her in the carotid and she bled out on the floor," you whispered. Your mouth felt metallic and you struggled to make eye contact with anyone as the room became blurry with a flood of tears. "After that, I try not to remember much but apparently she planned to kill all of us and then herself. Her notes lined up with things we did in the past and she was able to pick us off because we all trusted her," you unclenched your fists and lay your palms on the table as they shook violently.

"Fuckin hell," Ghost mumbled and you swallowed harshly. "I moved here away from the town after the media circus, joined the Army after all of it, and when the wounds healed," you concluded, pushing back on the table and getting up. "I'm sorry, Onyx," Price was the first to say and you nodded. "I'm alright now but it's hard when the past follows you," you whispered as you looked down at him. "We're here if you need," Gaz comforted and you felt your face fall into a frown. "Just don't tell anyone else, I don't need a fucking recruit telling me I'm like Sidney Prescott." Before you could leave the room, Price stood up and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. His fingers felt warm on your cold skin as you looked up at him. "No one fights alone," he said, almost as if it was some corny movie line. You let out your first relieved laugh of the night as his hand dropped. "Appreciate it, Captain," you whispered, "I hope to see her in hell."

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astermath · 9 months

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pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

summary: robin falls head over heels for the cool girl renting horror movies at family video. steve can’t believe her awkward shyness is actually landing her a date, but he’s happy for her nonetheless.

word count: idk kinda short lol under 1K

notes: just wanted to write a little blurb, then it turned into something else, so enjoy this short little meet cute with robin ♡

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Robin really is that love at first sight kinda girl.

She’s the type of girl to be busy sorting tapes at family video, when you walk in, all pretty femininity and mysterious aura around you. And suddenly she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She doesn’t know where she is, why she’s there, hell, she probably wouldn’t be able to tell you her name if she asked.

She doesn’t stop staring at you, not when you enter and not when you walk over to the horror section to pick something out. Only when Steve nudges her in her side, she snaps out of it, looking more flustered than ever.

“Dude, can you not?”

“Sorry man, it just— looked like you were falling asleep with your eyes open! What’s with you anyways?”

Robin doesn’t respond, simply averting her eyes to the cash register and hoping Steve doesn’t pry any further.

Which would have worked, if you weren’t talking to her right now.

“I’m sorry, can I—“

“Yes! Yes, absolutely, you can…” Robin trails off, realising she hasn’t even let you finish your request. Her own eagerness embarrasses her to no end, her face heating up and her cheeks now closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

To her surprise, you giggle. You’re not awkward about it at all, which somehow makes her fall for you even harder.

“I was gonna ask what the latest time would be when I’d be able to return this.” you smile, and the blonde girl is certain it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

“Oh! Yeah, totally, no problem! It’s uh— a great choice, by the way. I love friday the 13th, sooo good, all that horror stuff, a huge fan—“

“A week.” Steve interrupts her rambling.

“Huh?” Robin turns to her friend.

“To answer her question, since you’re too busy being head over heels over here.”

You chuckle again, and Robin genuinely thinks her head is going to explode. Not only is her best friend making fun of her in front of you, but you’re not even making her feel bad about it. It’s like you find it cute or something. How crazy is that?

“Cool, I’ll just uh,” you hold up the tape, “rent this one then.”

Robin rings you up, her hands moving faster than her mind, and she hopes you don’t notice the slight shakiness in them. It’s not every day the prettiest girl in the whole world shows up at her job, so she’s not exactly prepared.

“Thanks,” you take the tape from her along with the receipt, your fingers touching slightly when she slides them over. Now you’re the one who’s getting the butterflies.

“So, you said you were a fan of horror movies?”

Robin nods enthusiastically, while Steve has to bite his tongue to hold back from saying that that’s the biggest lie ever. Robin isn’t a coward, not at all, but she’s the worst at scary movies. She’s just saying all this to impress you. She doubts it’s working though.

“Well, I was gonna watch this alone, but…” you grab a pen off the counter and scribble down your number on the receipt. “If you feel like watching it together, give me a call…” you pause to read her name tag. “Robin.” You smile again. “Nice name.”

“T-Thanks! You uh, you too!”

“Thanks, even though I… Haven’t told you yet.” You write your name down next to the number. “Now you know.”

“Huh…” She reads it over, not being able to keep herself from smiling like she’s sunshine incarnate. “That is a really nice name though.”

You grin, grabbing the tape off the counter and stuffing it in your bag. “Well, Robin, I’m free this Friday, if you wanna take me up on the offer.” You start walking backwards and give her a quick wave. “See y’around.”

She waves back, although more hesitant. Frankly, she’s still processing the entire encounter, and the fact that you’re real. Someone as beautiful as you exists, talked to her, even gave her your number. She didn’t know a reality like that was possible.

“I can’t believe that worked.” Steve scoffs in disbelief, though he’s pretty stoked for Robin all in all. He wants his friend to find her special person as much as he does for himself.

“Yeah,” she stares as you walk off, “me too.”

The freckled girl groans loudly and drops her head into her hands. “Why the fuck did I say any of that? Why do I always just keep talking?”

“I don’t see the big deal Buckley,” her coworker leans against the counter, “you got your date, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but then what? Then what do I do? I might have been able to charm her with my awkward idiocy this time, but what if we watch the movie and she finds out I’m a huge wuss!” She gestures around wildly with her hands, earning a confused stare from one of the older customers.

“This is going to sound so stupid, and I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he runs his hand through his brown locks, “but just like, be yourself? She seems nice enough, I’m sure she won’t judge you for being a total scaredy cat.”

“Not helping, Harrington.” She gives him a defeated look.

“Sorry, you know what I mean.”

“But what if she does?”

“What?”

“What if she does judge me? I mean jesus Steve, I wouldn’t blame her! She’s like— way out of my coolness league! She’s practically doing charity work watching a movie with me.”

Steve scoffs. “Don’t sell yourself short, Buckley, you’re plenty cool. Besides, if she does judge you, then clearly she’s not worth it. But again, I think you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, already picturing her holding onto you in fear of a completely fictional serial killer. “I guess you’re right.” She goes quiet for a moment, before she’s back to daydreaming about the whole scenario. The two of you on your couch, shoulders touching, maybe an arm around her, hands brushing when you reach for the popcorn, all that sappy stuff…

“Buckley?”

Maybe you’d find it cute that she gets scared. Maybe you’d wanna protect her. She gets that vibe from you, that you’d keep her safe from all the Freddy Kruegers and Jason Voorhees of the world.

“Robin!”

Steve snaps her out of her daydreaming, gesturing towards Keith who’s about to enter the store.

“You two organise those tapes like I asked you to?” Their manager isn’t even looking at them, struggling with putting away his car keys.

Robin swipes the tapes off the counter and stuffs them randomly into the two boxes. That’s a problem for later.

“Yup! All sorted! Good thing I love organising stuff!” She laughs awkwardly, and Steve is fighting for his life trying not to laugh.

She’s got bigger things to worry about right now. Like what to wear for her date with you. And what kind of snacks you like to eat with your movies. And how she’s going to explain that the scariest thing she can handle is Frankenweenie.

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 7 months

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🎃 Friday the 13th 🎃

Happy Friday the 13th!! Why not celebrate with our boy, Jason Voorhees? This is pre-zombie Jason, which going by the canon of the films, means that he is sexually active (a rapist)

Knife Play CW: Non-con, knife play, minor character death, stalking, mild reader injury, blood, brief urine mention, Jason Voorhees x GN!Reader ❤️

(Reader) didn't know how long they had been running for. The muscles in their legs burned and it felt as though their rib cage wasn't large enough to take in the amount of oxygen required for their escape. Everything was on fire and their exposed skin was littered in cuts, but they couldn't stop. Even taking a second to catch their breath would disrupt the momentum and (Reader) would lose the adrenaline propelling them through the woods.

All of their friends were dead. They had gone to Camp Crystal Lake to set it up for the upcoming summer, and (Reader) had been looking forward to working with children. But in less than a day, all of the young adults preparing the camp were picked off one by one. (Reader) had woken up to the sound of Jennifer's screaming as her life was cut short, her body stuck to the side of the cabin with arrows.

The exhausted (Reader) sprinted blindly through the dark, not knowing where the road was, only aiming away from the camp. They wore a t shirt and pajama shorts, so the branches and brambles sliced open paper thin cuts across their arms and legs, stinging as their sweat dripped into the fresh nicks.

An axe suddenly swung in front of (Reader's) face, barely missing their nose as it lodged into a tree they were running past. On reflex (Reader) threw themselves back, landing hard on their ass and shuffling backwards from the weapon. The man with the sack over his head emerged from behind the tree, yanking the axe out of the wood easily.

"No, no, no!" (Reader) begged, knowing that their sobs were in vain. "Please don't, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!"

The man stopped, looking down at the person below him through his single eye hole. (Reader) didn't know if he was pausing out of confusion, pity, or amusement, but they continued pleading, praying it wasn't the latter.

"I'm so sorry! You-you're Jason, right? These are your woods? I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, please don't hurt me!" Tears and snot dribbled down their contorted face, blurring their vision and suffocating them as they choked on their sobs.

Jason's head subtly dipped as his eye traveled down from (Reader's) face to their bare legs painted in tiny scabs. The heavy axe fell from his hand, planting next to him in the soft dirt.

But before (Reader) could breathe a sigh of relief a hunting knife was pulled from his back pocket. (Reader) tried to scoot away faster, but Jason was on his knees, straddling their legs before they could shimmy away.

The cold metal of his blade gently tickled (Reader's) thigh. It's tip was pressed against their skin only enough to feel the scraping against their goosebumps, but not enough to draw blood. Jason raised it up to their shorts, the sensation causing involuntary shakes across (Reader's) body. They whimpered in fear, but it seemed to be misunderstood by the murderer. The knife traveled from the outer part of their left thigh towards the middle, sliding up under their pajamas until it poked the front of their underwear.

(Reader) cried out, too frightened to move with the sharpened blade so close to their genitals.

In one swift movement Jason sliced through their bottoms, cutting in open and revealing (Reader's) urine soaked undergarments. He brought the knife back down into the underwear, peeling it off their wet body to examine the humiliated victim.

A blood and dirt crusted finger caressed (Reader), rubbing across their sensitive organ. (Reader) squeezed their eyes shut, unable to stop themselves from convulsing. His calloused touch sent unwanted shocks through their nerves.

Their hands flew to his face unintentionally, lashing out like a cornered animal, but all that resulted in was a punch to the face, breaking their nose under his fist and recoiling back into the earth.

Jason held the knife against (Reader's) throat, warning them against thrashing about. Searing pain bloomed across their neck as the sharp edge pierced their skin.

He didn't prepare their hole, pulling his pants down far enough to reveal his erection, and tore (Reader's) underwear off, throwing it unceremoniously into the forest.

(Reader) couldn't contain their blood curdling scream as his cock entered their body, the only lubrication for their unprepared hole was their piss from (Reader's) earlier accident.

The knife dug deeper into their flesh, holding them down to the ground as Jason began fucking them.

It felt like they were bleeding down below, but they couldn't see anything past the shiny blade. (Reader's) horrified eyes could only see their own terrified reflection.

His thrusts turned erratic and her began grunting as he approached his climax. Wet sounds of precum and blood filled the night air as his heavy balls slapped against (Reader's) ass. Each thrust forced the entire length of his member into (Reader's) body, grinding his pelvis against their's painfully, bruising the front of (Reader's) hips.

Then, his whole body trembled, spasming against (Reader) as he reached his orgasm. The knife finally left (Reader's) body as Jason stood, his cock twitched as a few more pumps of hot fluid spilled out, splattering across (Reader's) stomach.

'Is this it? Am I going to die now?'

(Reader) clenched their jaw, prepared to be put out of their misery. They accepted their fate.

But, to (Reader's) surprise and horror, Jason buttoned up his pants and grabbed (Reader) by the leg, dragging them through the woods.

"Wait, no! Please stop!" They whined, finally finding their voice again. However, it seemed that Jason had plans for them. He continued on his path, bringing his new friend home to meet his mom.

#kinktober #friday the 13th #happy Friday the 13th!!!#cw noncon #cw knife #cw blo0d #jason vorhees x reader #pre zombie jason voorhees #bad writing #thank you for reading #not proofread

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sunfyresrider · 11 months

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𝑪𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓

Synopsis: In 1989 you're forced to go on another one of the Targaryen family vacations except this one is to a summer camp. Crystal Lake isn't renowned for its beauty and exciting activities. Instead, it's well known for murder and strange disappearances; this doesn't deter money hungry counselors from setting up here. The twins swear it's folklore, Aegon claims you're going crazy but ever since you stepped out of the car you knew, this summer was going to be one to remember.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x You T/W: dead bird, bad omens, nightmares, bullying, anxiety & paranoia, new friends, 80's slang, and all the bad vibes. A/N This is only kind of a Friday the 13th AU, I stole some names and lore but otherwise this is coming from my brain. Ive been listening to cruel summer nonstop hence the name. I really hope the first chapter got you as excited for the rest as I am!

Summer of 1989, you, your best friend and ride or die Hel, plus her army of obnoxious brothers are making your way to summer camp. Hel’s mother, Ali, she’s a sweet lady but her choice of family activities is never the greatest. This has got to be one of the very worst so far.

To be fair, you would roll over and bark if she asked. She deserved it considering she basically adopted you like a stray cat after your family disappeared… That’s another story for another day where you aren’t trapped in the back seat with the biggest tool known to mankind. “Play this!” You scrunched up your nose, “No! Keep the radio on!” You reached to snatch the cassette from his hand, but he shoved your face back, “Hell no! I don’t wanna listen to Bananarama.”

You shoved him back, “Shut up, Aegon. No one likes your music.” His eyes rolled into the back of his skull, “Shut up, Aegon. no one likes your music.” You huffed, “Stop mocking me!” He copied, “Stop mocking me!” You became desperate, anything to make him shut up. “Hellll! Make him stop.” With his obnoxious voice he continued, “Helllll make him stop.”

“Will you both shut up!” He turned the dial on the radio and began blasting whatever was originally on. The mood killer of all mood killers, Aemond Targaryen. The perfect student, son, and total stick in the mud. Granted, he did get his eye snatched out by his nephew. You’ve never heard the full story and don’t dare to ask but they don’t speak any more to say the least.

There’re some good things about him. He has a super soft spot for Hel which sorta extends to you. That is why you’re listening to cruel summer instead of whatever shit Aegon had planned. He also barely speaks to you, almost like he purposely avoids you. In the years you’ve known each other there’s only been a total of ten conversations you remember.

That’s fine with you, not everyone has to like you. That’s what you tell yourself to make yourself feel better at night. Your eyes drifted to the rear-view mirror, a perfect view of the man himself inside. In some lights Aemond truly was handsome, as if he was carved from marble. It didn’t help that his face almost always remained in a stoic position, unmoving and unwavering no matter the circumstance. The faux eye or eyepatch he chose to wear didn’t ruin his looks at all. In fact, it made him all the more alluring to certain girls.

You’ve known him for years, lived with his family, basically a constant in his life since you were young, and he still remains a mystery. You enjoyed mysteries a lot, one of your favorite genres of books. You got caught, His good eye flickered to meet yours. Eye contact with Aemond made your breath hitch in your throat. It was intense, everything he did was intense.

“Aemond watch Out!”

Helaena screeched, a large black object landing directly into the windshield, cracking it. His eyes flickered back at the road as the car spun out of control. None of the three in the back had any seat belts on. Aegon grabbed ahold of you and the door handle, both of you screeching like little girls. The car made a god-awful noise as Aemond slammed on the brakes, shrouding the car in dust. In the very back you heard Daeron fall to the floor, waking him up immediately.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Hel opened her door, leaping out of the car. Aemond quickly followed behind as the rest of you scrambled to get up. The dust from the road was finally starting to settle as you managed to pry yourself from your seat. “Ew.” Aegon murmured under his breath as he stood over the dead body of a raven. She was silently crying to herself as she bent over the lifeless thing. Helaena had always held an intense love for animals.

You peered at Aemond who remained completely composed, eerily silent as usual. He peered back at you, was this your fault for distracting him? You weren’t even doing anything besides staring! “Ravens are bad omens ya know… Great start to summer guys!” Daeron chirped from behind. “I’m going to the car,” Aegon said with disgust, brushing aside his sister's mourning. Daeron followed quickly behind, excited to go back to napping.

It took Aemond a few tries to get Helaena to leave the bird and return to her seat… She’s too gentle for this world. For some reason you were stuck in place. The second you stepped out of the car you felt eyes on you. You didn’t know where they were coming from, but they were there or everywhere. Instant anxiety coursed through you; this place had bad vibes in the first place. It didn’t help that you were watching a bird slowly choking to death on its own blood.

Bad omen

“Hey! We’re going to be late, get in the car.” Aegon’s screeching pulled you out of your trance, “Oh piss off!”

The walk through of camp was rather boring. Immediately the girls were separated from the boys and to be completely honest, the girls' cabins were shit. They were wooden and lined with poorly built bunk beds. No plumbing whatsoever besides the showers which only ran cold water. A bug infestation was definitely on the horizon. The camp tshirts weren’t terrible, just a little ugly in design. The counselors were only a few years older than you, which teed you off because they were barking orders left and right.

Helaena didn’t seem to mind any of it, lost in her head as usual. The dead bird definitely ruined her mood for today… You on the other hand couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. It came just as quickly as it went, and it fucking followed you… You were actually going insane. Or one of the boys was playing a long prank on you.

The tour was painstakingly long as you walked the grounds looking at the lake, the yard, the forest trails and the other buildings of importance. The recreation room, the dining hall and kitchen, the banned counselor area and finally the “special building.” It was where all the electricity came from and probably plumbing too.

The events for welcoming day were as follows: settling in, tour of the camp, dinner, and the huge bonfire in front of the lake. It seemed simple and easy to digest but you couldn’t shake your anxiety. You didn’t like being around strange people, you didn’t like being far away from home and you definitely didn’t like that they separated your bed from Hel’s. Also, Daeron’s comment from earlier was making you paranoid. Little shit always has a way of getting in your head.

“Aegon is already flirting with the girls from the other cabin.” You peered from across the dining room to watch him shamelessly chat up randos. Your face twisted in minor disgust. “Oh, gag me with a spoon… I don’t know how you’re related.” You slid down the line grabbing the food the “chef” had made. Without a doubt there was a few mystery meats and a hair lurking in the applesauce. Maybe you were being pretentious, but shouldn’t a rich camp afford better food?

You took your seat after meticulously avoiding all of the possible bowel killing food and settled on Mac n Cheese. Even at camp the tables were separated by categories, freaks aka rebels, geeks/brains depending on who you ask, the jocks, the heathers aka bitches and the outcasts. Obviously, you the Targaryen’s stray cat and the weird girl obsessed with bugs aka Hel say with the outcasts.

Aegon had wormed his way into the jocks even though he didn’t play sports. Daeron fit in anywhere because he was just sooo charming. And well, Aemond, was staring at you from across the room at the brains table. Gracefully avoiding direct eye contact when you glanced over. He always did that, ever since you were kids.

A normal person might ask why or go and talk to him. You weren’t normal and unbelievably awkward when alone with him. It was just because he was intimidating and obviously didn’t like you very much. Or maybe he was madly in love with you and just couldn’t find the strength to speak to you… Of course, it was the former.

“Hey!” A short girl with pretty curls took her seat in front of you both. Hel and you glanced at each other, shocked someone were talking to you. She was beaming, sunshine literally radiating off of her skin. A total surfer chick from the west coast. You learned her name was Rhaena, her twin Baela had ditched her earlier for a boy and she was trying to make new friends.

“So, this is your first time here? That’s totally tubular!” Helaena spoke up,“You’ve been here before?” Rhaena propped her knees up on the seat, so she was basically in Hel’s face. “Yeah! Baela and I have been coming since we were kids.” Helaena smiled, eyes twinkling with something you hadn’t seen before.“That’s rad.” You paused, when has seen used slang before? “What about you? Have you been here before?” Her voice sounded muted, as if asking you was a total pain. “Oh no. This is my first time.”

“Oh my god I can totally show you guys around and tell you all the secrets.” Helaena cocked a brow, “What secrets?” Rhaena smiled mischievously, “Likeee there’s this abandoned shack not too far away that everyone goes and explores. Apparently, it’s haunted.” You were nodding your head along getting lost in thought.

“Oh, and the boys get all the hot water, and we don’t… and they only use knock off versions of food to save money… Don’t eat the Mac n cheese, I’m pretty sure it’s spoiled.” You dropped your spoon, apparently nothing was edible here…. Wait?! The boys got hot showers and you didn’t?! And there’s a fucking haunted house… You knew this place was fucking creepy.

“Baela! That’s the twin I was telling you about! Come on, I want y’all to meet her.” She grabbed Helaena’s hand and gently tugged her in the opposite direction. “Hey, you coming?” There it was again! The feeling of your hair standing up and someone watching you. You froze in place, eyes scanning the area. Aemond wasn’t looking at you anymore, too preoccupied with Daeron.

“She’s zoned out again… Bestie we’re gonna be right back.” No one in your peripheral vision either… Which means they were behind you. You jumped around in your seat, prepared to surprise whoever was there.

Except, there was no one but an empty building. You spun around looking for any sign of life and found none… How long have you been sitting here? When did Helaena leave you? The lights turned off and you felt your heart sink to your ass…

A masked figure emerged from the darkness of the kitchen holding a kitchen knife. He was soaking wet, as if he had just come out of the lake. You stumbled back in place, bumping into the table behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat; your heart began thumping rapidly.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

You weren’t able to scream, your legs had turned into wet noodles that wouldn’t move. You were going to die; you were totally going to fucking die. It cocked its head to the side, “Run Rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,” it sang in an eerily sweet voice. Not the fucking tune from the thirties!

All of the sudden he charged; you squeezed your eyes shut preparing for the worse… You felt two hands shaking you, violently shaking you.

“Mrs. y/l/n, please wake up.” The counselor shook you a few more times, “Hey! Rise and Shine sweetheart!” You jumped in place, gasping for air and startling the counselor. “We’re going to be late for the bonfire, please hurry up.” You looked around, the lights were still beaming, and the sun had only just started to set. There were still a few counselors around and your face was sticky…

You fell asleep in the fucking Mac n Cheese!

“Hey.” You awkwardly took a seat in between Aemond and Aegon seeing as Helaena was being fussed over by the twins. “You only come to me when your girl gets stolen. Don’t worry babe, I can make you forget about her.” You shoved him into Daeron, nearly knocking him off the bench. “Can you be normal?! For like five seconds, please.”

“Impossible, his brain is made of jello.” Aemond deadpanned, eyes burning holes into Aegon’s skull. You giggled to yourself, “The off brand Jell-O.” The camp counselor marched in front of the four of you, pointing fingers. “Hey! Don’t tell me you four are gonna be the troublemakers this year. I’ll have you know-“

“Ms. Dunn! I just saw a kid go into the electrical cabin!” Baela, you assumed, just caused a perfect distraction. The counselor went running in the opposite direction. She winked at you all and walked off to join her sister and your best friend. Aegon sat up, dead silent. He had that look in his eyes, the look of a boy who found a new boy. “He’s found a new conquest.”

You peered at Aemond, unable to hide the smirk creeping onto your face. “Let’s hope this one has some standards.” The head counselor stepped up, clapping their hands together to announce their presence. Ghost stories, a nice welcome to a strange camp. It was tradition according to Rhaena, a weird fucking tradition.

It took a minute for everyone to settle down, specifically Aegon who kept poking you in your side. He did this consistently throughout your life, teased you until you gave him attention. Aeg was like an older brother but worse and more pervy. Introductions, getting to know each other, and then finally the fucking story. The entire thing was unbearably boring.

“Many years ago, a mad woman lived here with her son before her land was sold to us. It is said after years of listening to the campers next door she went insane. She butchered every single camper, except one who drowned her own son believing him to be the killer!” The crowd was silent, except the few gasps of some younger girls. You sat up in your seat, fixated on lore.

“Not long after, a group of campers decided to explore the lake and the supposed haunted cabin. Of course, they were brave and didn’t believe in myths or legends. As they walked along the shore, they heard strange noises coming from the trees. Branches cracked, leaves rustled, and something seemed to be following them.” You weren’t easily frightened… but for some reason your nails were picking at the tips of your shorts.

“They picked up their pace, escaping into the abandoned shack they originally thought to be safe. One brave boy ventured deeper inside, until he fell through the floor. An ear-piercing scream could be heard across the lake… He fell right on top of the mother’s remains!” Aemond wasn’t amused, he was far more entranced by the way the fire lit up your face. And the way your jaw hung with suspense at a silly ghost story.

“They ran back to the main grounds, hoping to find safety! However, when they returned the camp was nearly empty. Not a single soul remained on this land. Ripples began forming in the lake below them, tree branches cracking the distance. They all began to panic, huddling in a circle… From the darkness of the lake emerged a looming figure, soaked head to toe with blood. He held out the machete in his hand and stormed towards them.”

The outdoors became eerily silent, only the crackling fire provided comfort. You were on the edge of your seat, anticipating blood shed… “The next day the authorities arrived and found no trace of the bodies. No blood or weapons could be found anywhere in the vicinity. Twenty campers and counselors disappeared that night without a single trace…” You leaned back in your seat, that wasn’t an epic ending at all. It was like almost reaching an orgasm then being cut off. “it’s said every few years he comes back... He waits for the campers to get comfortable… to feel safe… Until-”

“Ahhhh!”

A dark figure in a black mask with a blood coated axe jumped out of the darkness. You screamed like a banshee, you jumped back in place, landing against Aemond’s chest. It felt like your eyes were going to pop out of your skull, or maybe your heart would explode. His arms wrapped around you lightly, you could barely feel them securing you into place.

“Ahahaha! Ahahaha! you’re so fucking jumpy! You’re like a little rabbit.” You stared at him blankly, then you stared at the people around you… No one else was screaming but you. Was the jump scare seriously not that terrifying to anyone but you. Aemond cleared his throat, “You good?” He didn’t mind you being close, he didn’t mind that you crushed his groin. In fact, he could stay like this for hours if there weren’t camp counselors staring him down.

It was like an alarm going off in your head, you turned to look at Aemond for a second. Embarrassment quickly drowning all of your sensations. You slid off of his lap and back on the bench. No words were coming out, no thoughts being processed. Your cheeks were beaming red, this summer was going to be fucking hell.

After the bonfire, aka your personal torment, your family and the new add ons Baela and Rhaena huddled into a lopsided circle by the lake. “I have an idea,” Aegon announced to the group. “Baela told me about the broken-down shack, and I think we should totally go check it out!” You looked around at everyone’s faces and they all seemed to be in agreement… “Haven’t you seen the movies? This is how everyone dies dumby.”

Aegon scoffed, “Ok freakazoid, did you and Aemond switch bodies? ” He just killed two birds with one stone, or one sentence. Aemond was used to the slander, you however had a short fuse when it came to Egg boy. “Eat my shorts, Aegon!” He cocked an eyebrow, “Only if you ask nicely.” You faked a vomiting noise. Helaena made a sour face, “That’s grody.” You paused; Helaena never used slang before. Aegon chimed in, “Are you done being pussy?”

You began bickering instantly, the sounds of your petty argument and Aegon’s obnoxious laughter obviously killing the vibe. Daeron pushed into the center of the circle. “Everyone take a chill pill! How about we go to the cabin, and you stay here as a lookout.” Aegon clapped his hands together, “Awesome! We gotta go now before the counselors wake up.” You took a step back watching the group disperse towards the forest. Rhaena took Helaena’s hand and started bouncing off, leaking excitement. “Hel? Are you not gonna stay behind?”

She paused, glanced between you both. “I- I just want to check it out! I’ll be back in a sec.” Rhaena raised a hand to wave, “Don’t stress! We won’t die!” You watched silently as your best friend got whisked off into the darkness. She’s never left you behind before, she’s never done adventurous things. She’s calm, quiet, quirky and, and you don’t like this. You don’t like this one bit.

“You look jealous.” You whipped your body around, nearly stumbling on the leaves behind you. “Aemond? I thought you were going with them.” He smiled, just barely, “Exploring abandoned shacks isn’t my forte.” He definitely wasn’t staying behind because you were. He especially wasn’t staying behind to be alone with you. “Oh…” you stared at him, not a single thought in your brain. Why were you so nervous? Have you always been so nervous around him?

It might be because you had to crane your neck up to look at him. “I’m not jealous!” He stalked behind you with his hands behind his back. “Is that so? You’ve looked pissed the past few hours.” Your brows furrowed, “Pissed? What no. It’s just… ever since we got here, I’ve had anxiety out the butt.” Aemond paused his steps, “I’m sorry about the bird. I should have been looking but I-”

“It’s not the bird. I mean it is kinda the bird, but this place gives me the creeps!” You held your arms out wide and twirled in a circle. You were trying to make a point. Aemond smiled to himself, “I get it. It’s too calm, the perfect place for a monster to hide out.” Your mouth gaped in faux shock; your hand went to swat at his arm. “Don’t joke! I’m being serious, it has bad vibes.”

“Hm,” he nodded his head as if agreeing or thinking, you couldn’t tell. “You just need to distract yourself from the bad vibes.” You cocked your head to the side, “How?” Aemond sat down on the little beach, motioning for you to follow. “We could play a game.” You followed suit, sitting with your legs crossed. “Which game?”

He picked up a pebble and threw it into the water. “I was hoping you would know.” Who would offer to play a game then not even know what game! “Uhhh all I know is twenty questions.” He tossed another pebble,“Great.”

He was always straight forward and maybe a little too quiet. You couldn’t tell if he was doing this out of pity or he really wanted to play with you… Aemond Targaryen was a confusing man. “You’re agreeing that easily?” He finally turned to look at you, sincerity gracing his features. “I mean, all we know about each other is from what Helaena says so I don’t see why not.” You tapped your fingers on your chin, “Okay… Why’d you choose Vhagar as a pet name.”

He hummed to himself, “I was twelve and thought it was a cool name for a big lizard. What’s your favorite song?” The same song that almost caused a car accident earlier, you thought to yourself. “Easy. Cruel Summer by Bananarama.” Aemond smiled, a smile that could genuinely light up the world. “Ah, that’s why you almost fist fought Aegon for radio rights.” You clapped your hands together, “It’s a great song! And it totally fits the vibes. Next question… What’s your favorite song?”

“For Whom the Bells Toll. I can play pretty much every Metallica song on guitar.” Your eyes lit up with excitement, “You’re a metalhead and you play?! Aemond I never knew that!” You sat up and grabbed his shoulders, tugging at them gently. “It’s not that impressive.” He made eye contact for a split second before his lips curled into a tiny smirk. “Oh please! don’t be coy. You need to play for me sometime… If you-”

“Of course.” A sudden sting of embarrassment rose through him as quickly as he said it. He didn’t mean to cut you off, or seem so excited… “What’s something you regret?” You stopped invading his personal space and sat back, criss cross applesauce. What was something you regretted? You could be completely honest and go for it or make up a lie. You regretted many things in your life, too many to count. The only one you could think of now, “I regret not getting to know you sooner. You're super cool, Aemond.”

Aemond felt his heart rate pick up its pace and his palms were getting all sweaty. He always knew you were pretty but seeing you excited over him took it to a new level. The way your eyes sparkled and the moonlight reflecting off of the water perfectly illuminating your features. For a second, he swore he saw your lip's part. Did you want to kiss him? No, he avoided you for years, no way you’d be into him now. Unless…

“What’s your favorite memory?” Aemond paused, obviously he couldn’t say the day you moved in. The day you nearly bit Aegon’s finger off for shoving it in his face. The day you awkwardly danced with him at prom because no one else would… “I think I’m gonna create my favorite this summer…” He leaned in, slowly but purposefully. Your cheeks lit up bright red, eyes bursting out of your skull. Was he going to kiss you? Is Aemond trying to kiss you?

Why aren’t you pulling back? Why are you leaning into him! Aemond murmured under his breath, “…with you.” For a second, and only a second you thought you would kiss. You never moved this fast, was he always this alluring? Ever since you got here everyone had been acting strange. Helaena is using slang and ditching you. All of the sudden Aegon is a natural born leader. Daeron is going on dangerous adventures with Aegon of all people… And you are about to kiss your best friend’s brother whom you barely know!

“Ahhhhhhh”

An ear-piercing scream immediately caught both of your attention. “Helaena,” you said in unison. Aemond shot to his feet first, you quickly followed suit. He sprinted towards the forest, fastest you’ve ever seen him run. This wasn’t the time for I told you so but, you fucking told them so!

All you could hear was yourself panting, twigs breaking, and leaves being crushed beneath your feet. Why did everything go quiet?! It felt like you were in the twilight zone. It felt as if you had been running for hours when you approached the cabin. Though it didn’t bring you any relief.

Your heart sank as you realized that the door was left open, which could only mean that they were inside. You picked up the pace, thinking that you were running out of time. Believing they might be getting chopped up by an axe wielding maniac.

When you finally reached the cabin, you saw your friends huddled inside. Helaena, Daeron and Rhaena stood there pointing flashlights towards the floor, unbothered. They looked more spooked by you two crashing their party than anything else. “Are you guys okay?” Aemond asked.

“We’re fine,” Daeron replied. “Aegon fell through the floor, though. He landed on a pile of bones.” You walked towards the hole, searching for any signs of life. “Is he hurt?” you asked, in a voice that sounded too sincere.

“Ah sweetheart! I knew you cared about me,” Aegon shouted beneath the floorboards. You deadpanned, “I change my mind, die.” You reached into the darkness anyways, trying to help pull Aegon out of the floor. “Jesus have you always been so heavy.” He snickered, “You’re just a weakling.” You slapped the top of his head, “I’ll drop you and you can spend the rest of your night in the hole.” As you bickered with Aegon, who was taking his sweet time crawling out of the floor.

Aemond looked around the cabin, something was off. “What types of bones were they?” Helaena sighed, “More animal bones but I think it was from a deer this time.” He tapped his foot on the ground, “hm.” His eyes narrowed as he scanned the cabin, “which one of you screamed?” The girls looked at each other, confused. “None of us screamed, Aemond.” The group fell into a heavy silence before Daeron spoke up. “Let’s get the hell out of here. I don’t want the counselors to find us.”

You all quickly exited the cabin, making sure to leave it the way you found it, and made your way back to camp. The closer you got to your temporary home the worse you felt. Were you slowly having a psychotic break why are you so anxious? No, it wasn’t paranoia, something was wrong.

Something was missing, someone was missing. You counted, one for Aegon, two for Helaena, three for Aemond, four for Daeron, five for Rhaena, six for… You stopped walking, causing everyone to turn their heads towards you. “Where’s Baela?”

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Friday the 13th (Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader)

After surviving the events of Terminus, the group stumble upon an abandoned camp site when searching for shelter. Their dream turns into a nightmare when they realise the reason why Camp Crystal Lake was truly abandoned. TW for the series: excessive gore, excessive violence, character deaths

part 1: welcome to camp crystal lake

A dull grey cloud stalked the group closely. Morale was low, despite having survived the recent traumatic events of Terminus. But even though they survived, they were homeless, bruised and broken, mere wanderers left to fend for themselves in an unforgiving world. They were vulnerable and exposed. The forest only provided so much protection, and after having the prison so brutally ripped from their grasp they desperately searched for somewhere new to sow their seeds.

It was a pure accident that they stumbled across the sign. Everyone had settled into a more open area of the woods, eager to rest tired aching feet. To pass the time, and to provide some entertainment, Daryl had been teaching you how to use his crossbow. He stood behind you, watching closely as you spied your target - an exposed area of wood in the bark, the veins coincidentally in the shape of a target. You held your breath, trying to line the sights as best you could with the centre. Realistically, you only wanted to land within the exposed bark, but you were a perfectionist and wanted it to fly straight into the bullseye.

Daryl leaned close, whispering in your ear. His breath tickled your skin, you had to repress the shudder. "Want to make it interesting?"

You turned your face towards him, your faces an inch apart. You inclined your head, a small smirk dancing on your lips. "What do you have in mind, Dixon?"

"If ya miss, yer picking up my next watch shift with Eugene." You snorted. You knew Daryl didn't necessarily dislike the man, but he wasn't comfortable with the man's intensity, or his ability to piss everyone off with just a few unfiltered words. There was no doubt that he was certainly a character.

With an eyebrow quirked, you smiled. "And what about if I hit it?"

Daryl muttered something so filthy in your ear that you couldn't hide your shock, nearly choking on the spit in your throat. Though you couldn't help but admit his words stirred something within you.

"Well that definitely is more than enough motivation." You winked at him, turning back into position. Daryl muttered a few corrections about your stance, his hands ghosting yours shoulders to help relax them. You inhaled, aiming for the circle of wood. On your exhale, you pressed the trigger. With crossed fingers you watch it fly through the trees, and for one split second you thought it would land it's target.

Until it whizzed straight past the tree and into the never ending space beyond.

You cursed, irritation coursing through you. Daryl huffed a laugh. "Maybe next time."

You flipped him off. You had to admit, you were more disappointed you couldn't smugly claim your prize than anything else.

"Oh don't worry Y/N," Rick appeared in your view, clapping you on the shoulder. "He ain't got nothin' on your right hook."

You smiled proudly, turning smugly in Daryl's direction. He shrugged it off, a small curve to his lips.

He gestured for you to follow him, beginning to traipse off into the woods. "C'mon, you're helping me look for it. I ain't losin' a good arrow because you can't shoot for shit."

Rolling your eyes, you quickly told the others where you were going, jogging to catch up with Daryl. You'd passed the target, and now both of you were searching the area for a sign of the lost arrow. He looked in the dirt and greenery, whilst you kept an eye out above your heads for the slightest glint of metal.

"Like searching for a needle in a haystack." You muttered to yourself, frowning. All of the trees were starting to blend together, and it had easily been ten minutes now. It didn't feel possible the arrow could have gone this far. "Daryl, should we turn back?"

You turned around, finding that the redneck was nowhere to be seen. A shot of fear ran through you. "Daryl?"

It felt as if the name echoed back to you. You retreated to where you had seen him last, spinning around. He couldn't have vanished into thin air. Your thoughts were running a million miles an hour - maybe a walker had taken him by surprise, maybe someone was in these woods and kidnapped him. Dozens of scenarios circled your brain, none of them ending in a fairy tale.

Looking up, you saw a sturdy tree branch within reach. Maybe if you climbed, you'd be able to see further and get an idea as to where he went. You began climbing, the anxious thoughts driving you faster and faster up the tree, taking your mind from the bite of the bark. You reached as high as you risked to climb, sitting on the branch, huffing a breath.

You saw no sign of the redneck.

You scrambled down the tree so quickly you were surprised you didn't fall. As soon as you landed on the ground, you started running, sprinting back in the direction of your group. As you heard the crackle of the fire and slight chatter, you raced even faster, breaking through the trees.

You skidded to a stop, heaving a breath. Rick jumped to his feet, rushing towards you. He placed his hand on your shoulder, bending down to look up into your face. "What happened?"

"Daryl -" You sucked a breath in, trying to keep your composure. "He was there one minute, and then." You shrugged your shoulders, fighting the burning in your eyes. "I tried looking for him but I can't track and all I can think is he's out there alone and it'll be dark soon and I have his poncho -"

"Y/N, calm down." Rick tried to calm you, the words still pouring out your mouth.

"He just disappeared! There's nowhere for him to go, he wouldn't leave -"

"Y/N. We will find him, okay." Rick glanced behind him. "Abraham, you're good at tracking, right? Take Y/N and a few others, see if we can find him, search the woods. He can't have gone far."

"With all due respect with the light -"

Abraham was cut off, Rick interjecting quickly. "We will find him. Today."

You tried not to think about how the first 48 hours were the most vital. Abraham followed his orders, grabbing his weapons. As he was going around to gather more people for the search, a twig snapped behind you. Everyone tensed, looking in the direction of the sound.

Daryl wandered into camp, arrow loosely in his hand. Relief surged through you. You rushed forwards, grabbing him in a tight embrace. He stumbled back a few steps, his free hand going to your back.

"I thought something bad had happened!"

"Nah, I thought I saw somethin' so I went to check it out. Thought it was a squirrel or somethin', was hoping to catch some dinner." He broke out in a tiny smile, cocking his head. "Ya never gonna guess what I found though."

"Camp Crystal Lake..." Glenn mused, staring up at the eroded words decorating the arch. He turned to the rest of you, all gathered near the arch. "We got any counsellors here?"

"I was a camp counsellor for a summer." Maggie shuddered. "Not as glamorous as the movies made it out to be."

Rick looked at Carl, flicking the lip of the cowboy hat. "Maybe you can have your all American camp experience."

Carl rolled his eyes, trying to hide the smile fighting its way onto his lips. It felt like a shared feeling - everyone was biting back their joy, waiting for something to go wrong, for the camp to already be occupied by either walkers or the living. But the air felt lighter, it felt easier to breathe, and that cloud that clung to you all seemed to stray away.

It didn't need to be said aloud, everyone was thinking the same thing. This place could very much be a new home.

"Well, lets see what we're working with." Rick placed his hands on his hips, authority oozing from him. He used the information borard behind him, detailing the layout of the camp. There were eight cabins, communal dining area, communal bathing area and dock.

All eyes moved to Rick as he handed out orders, the group to split up in pairs to search the camp. The only people who hung back were Carol, Judith and Eugene, just in case. There were enough pairs that everyone took a cabin each.

Rick gestured for Daryl to follow him. "Keep an eye on him, don't want him wandering off again."

"I got him." Rick assured you, giving you a small nod. You replicated the gesture, waving them off.

"I ain't a damn dog." Daryl muttered, earning himself the honour of being on the receiving end of a vulgar gesture for the second time that day.

Tara's laugh greeted your ears. She waited behind you, her knife already in hand. "You ready to go?

"Lead the way."

Tara fell into place at your side, the pair of you wandering to the cabin furthest back in the camp site. Unconsciously, your gaze fell to the lake situated by the side of the camp. Rows of kayak's were stacked, the dust visible even from this distance. Despite the dust, there seemed no other indications that this place had been touched by the bloodshed. It was picturesque.

"Did you ever go to camp?" You asked Tara, seeing the way her eyes lit up at the sight of the kayak's.

"Yeah, I did. Me and my sister would race in the kayak's, splashing each other with the paddles. She even pushed me out of it once, just to win." Tara shifted on her feet, gulping in a big breath. You didn't want to pry, knowing the answer already about her sister. "What about you?"

"Hell no, my foster parents didn't see the point. Said it was a massive waste of money, especially for someone who wasn't their biological kid." You shrugged, ignoring Tara's pitying look. "We should go check out our cabin, I'm sure the others are nearly done by now."

Without another word spoken, you trudged to Cabin Six. Your body tensed, pulling out the knife at your waist. It was a modest building, crafted of a dark wood, with a porch that had spindles from the railing missing. There was a singular window in the cabin, pointing towards the lake. You tried to peek inside, cupping your hands and pushing your face towards the glass. All you could make out was vague shapes, the thick layer of dust distorting your vision.

Shaking your head at Tara, she nodded grimly, positioning herself by the door. She rapped her hand loudly three times against the wood, pulling back. Her body, along with yours, was tense, waiting for a sound to echo from within the room. After a minute of silence, Tara threw the door open, knife ready and pummelled into the room. You were hot on her heels, body mirroring her positioning.

The pair of you scoured the room, vaguely taking in the generic details of the cabin - the bed's that looked untouched, the bedside cabinets so filthy any movement near them sent a plume of dust in it's wake, and a single light bulb swinging from the ceiling. A thorough sweep confirmed your suspicions: the room was clear of threats, and anything worth looting. You did spy a journal haphazardly sticking out from under a mattress. Curious, you plucked it from it's hiding place, casually flipping through the pages.

"What you got there?" Tara peeped over your shoulder, drinking in the contents. A lot of the writing was about mundane things - relationships, petty drama, pointless wants and desires. It was nice to have a glimpse into the lives of people before.

It was all fairly normal, until you saw the drawing.

A towering man, a machete in his hand. Even though his face was obscured by a hockey mask, his eyes had a glean about them. It felt silly, it was just some drawing on some paper, yet you felt the hairs on your arms rise. This wasn't the happy musings of a teenager.

"Well, that's not creepy at all." Tara mused. "Come on, we should see what the others found."

Sighing, you placed the journal on a bedside table, trudging back to the camp arch. The rest of the group were milling around, having completed their searches. Loose shoulders could be seen everywhere - no threats were found. Tara detailed the lack of findings to Rick, who seemed satisfied with the answer.

"Rosita and I checked out the mess hall and nurse's station, there was a lot of good shit." Abraham noted. "This place is a fucking gold mine."

Carl piped up. "And there's working showers here."

You couldn't believe your luck.

"Okay, so tonight we all stay in the mess hall. Everyone grab some bedding from the other cabins, haul it over. Once we're inside, we're not leaving - we're still exposed here, I want to blockade the doors. Just in case."

You all agreed. There was no such thing as being too careful, not after the horrors you had all endured. Even then, this was the lucky break you all needed. You needed this place to settle down for a few days, to process the trauma you'd been running from since the prison.

You all dispersed, following Rick's orders. Despite the lingering dread, there was an airiness to everyone.

It was a shame none of you noticed the figure looming in the woods, machete in hand.

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munsonownsmyass · 7 months

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Ghostface! Frank Castle x reader

Notes: This is what happens when I come across too many thirsty Ghostface tiktoks... And then proceed to rewatch Scream. So yeah...

Unbeta'ed, unedited. Wanted this filth out on Friday the 13th 😆👻

Warnings: Dub con/CNC. And I can't stress that enough. Dub con/CNC. Knife play, forced blowjob, tears, blood, restraints, unprotected sex, breeding, man in mask. Twist on the end. Please don't read if any of these warnings are an issue to you.

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When you open your eyes, you can’t see a thing. The room is cold, and you have no idea where you are or how you got here. Trying to stand up, you feel the rope around your wrists, gnawing into your skin. The bag over your head leaves you short of breath. Trying not to panic, you twist your wrists, only feeling more pain.

That’s when you hear it. Someone breathing near you. The legs of a chair pushed across concrete, heavy boots walking towards you. Pulling harder at the ropes, you try to get free, but to no avail. A heavy hand lands on your head, pulling the bag off and you wince as the bright light hits your eyes.

There he was, towering over you, wearing nothing but dark pants and a Ghostface mask. In one hand a camera, the other a big knife. His exposed chest is rising slowly as he breathes, watching you from behind the mask.

Behind him another man appears, covered in black clothes with a white cracked mask, taking the camera from the masked man in front of you. As the other man backs away, you could swear you hear him chuckle.

You try to take in the scenery around you. Trying to remember any detail in case you make it out. Every little dent in the wallpaper, the sounds of cars in the distance. But the sound of heavy boots coming closer catches your attention and you look to the man. His eyes have never left you.

You know pleading for your life won’t change his mind, so you try to act strong. Not letting your eyes flicker as you stare him down. He comes closer. And closer. Playing with the knife in his hands. Staring at you. The minute he’s mere inches away, he stops.

You try to push away, work open the ropes, but you stop when a big hand lands on your shoulder. He groans in disapproval as he lays the knife down, his now free hand slowly drifting down to his belt. With one hand he opens the belt, before popping open the button and finding the zipper.

“No, please don’t.” You whimper, your resolve from earlier gone. You turn your head away, but out of the corner of your eye see him push his pants down, revealing his already hard cock. The tears wet your cheeks as you find the camera man in the darkness. “Please help me.”

But of course, he doesn’t help, just let you beg as the ghostfaced stranger takes a hold of your jaw and turn your face back to him. His grip is hard, holding you in place as he guides his cock to your lips, the head already wet with precum.

“Might as well open up, Princess. Don’t make me hurt you.” His voice is deep, raspy as he presses against your lips, the precum wetting the skin. He lets go of your jaw, taking the knife from the table and press it against your neck, just enough to puncture the skin. You feel the blood run down your throat, mixing with the wetness from your tears.

“You’re gonna open that pretty little mouth and take every inch of me.” He growls, grabbing your hair, forcing your head back so you look into the eyes of the mask. The cold blade of the knife moves from your neck to your lips, pressing down on your bottom lip. “I don’t mind cutting your mouth open. I’ll just fuck the blood down your throat, if I have to.”

His voice is demanding, yet calm. You know he’s not kidding, so reluctantly you open up for him, letting him slide his thick length past your lips and you feel every vein of him against your tongue. Soon he’s fucking into your mouth, deeper and deeper, making you cry out and gag around him. He picks up the pace, barely letting you breathe.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He coos, his thumb caressing your jawline as he pushes his cock deep into your throat, fisting your hair. Holding you in place. He’s not gentle, just chasing his own release. He rolls his head back, groaning out in pleasure. His pace quickens again, his thrusts getting uneven until he stops, pushing his cock deep, letting you feel the hot liquid shooting down your throat.

Pulling out, you gasp for air, drool and semen dripping down your chin, down onto your neck. You sob silently as he pulls his pants up, looking down at you.

“Look at you.” He caresses your mascara-stained cheeks, his fingers sliding down your throat, playing with the mix of blood, tears and semen. “Such a pretty mess.”

He crouches down, looking at the mess he’s made, his hands resting on your thighs. Slowly he inches towards your pussy, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your panties. To his surprise and your own, there’s a wet spot.

“Would you like me to fuck you, Princess?” He smirks, continuing his slow circles on your clit.

“I’d rather die.” You say, spitting in his face. He’s on his feet immediately, his hand coming down on your cheek instantly.

“Keep acting like that and you will.” He says through gritted teeth. Taking the knife, he cuts open your shirt, the blade dancing over your delicate skin. The cold air of the basement washes over you, raising goosebumps. Playing with the knife, cutting away your bra, you moan softly as the cold blade grace your nipples.

“You might say no, but your body is screaming yes.” He chuckles, putting the blade to your panties and cutting them up, exposing you to him. He hums at the sight, the wetness visible. You’re ashamed of yourself, but you can’t deny the way your body is reacting to him.

“Help me with this.” He waves the camera man over and they loosen your ropes. You try to fight them, but they’re too strong. With ease they lift you to a bed nearby, making quick work of restraining you again. Arms and legs at every corner.

Once secured to the bed, the stranger is on you again. Spread out for him, every inch of your skin exposed, he’s free to play with you. His fingers find your soaked pussy, two digits pushing into your wet heat. It’s easy, your body inviting him in. He grins as you squirm under his touch, his fingers soaked by your arousal. It doesn’t take long before you come for him, suppressing your moan.

“I’m starting to think you like me.” He taunts you, pulling his fingers from your cunt. You almost beg him not to go, knowing how horrible that sounds. But his hands don’t leave you for long, a hand on each thigh, spreading you open for him.

Without a word, he dives between your legs, mask pushed up just enough to expose his mouth. Your breath hitches as his tongue flick over your clit. Slow, barely there touches, torturing you. He flattens his tongue and lap at your juices, bringing you closer to seeing stars. This is so wrong, but it feels so good that you can’t stop yourself and feel the orgasm wash over you.

“Please.” You whimper, not knowing anymore what you’re pleading for. More? Or that he’ll let you go?

“Please, what?” He looks up and you see him smile, his chin covered with your juices. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me. Please.” You beg, eliciting a chuckle from both the strangers. But the smile vanishes as he opens his pants, freeing his hard cock. He moans as he strokes himself, lining his cock up at your wet entrance. Teasing your lips, he wets the head before pushing into you in one, deep thrust.

Pulling out slowly, he groans at the feeling of you around him, before he pushes back in. You can’t help but moan out, pulling at the restraints. A terrifying thought goes through your head. You want to hold him, want to wrap your legs around him. You don’t care anymore that it’s wrong, you want him.

“Please free my hands. I’ll be good, I swear.” You plead and he complies. Reaching back, he releases your feet before freeing your hands. Instantly you wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer. Quickening his pace, he fucks into you harder.

“Let me see your face.” You beg as his cock drives into you. You reach for the mask and he doesn’t stop you. The face beneath was not what you expected. Intense, beautiful eyes. Strong jaw covered in dark stubble. Hansome. Against your better judgement, you pull him in for a kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips against yours.

A fire is lit within the both of you and he fucks you harder. Running your fingers through his dark hair, you pull it softly. Your lips claim his again in a passionate kiss, finally giving in to your desire. But just as you’re about to cum, he stops, causing you to whimper.

“I’m still in control. Don’t forget that.” His eyes darken as his hand wraps around your throat, pining you to the mattress. Painfully slow, he begins fucking you again. You feel every ridge of his cock, but need more. Want more.

“Please. I want more.” You beg again, looking into his dark eyes. In that moment, you don’t care what he might do to you, you just want to come and feel his cum inside you. “Please, I’ll be a good girl for you. Just please cum in me.”

“Fuck!” He groans as he starts driving his cock into you again. Faster. Harder. Whispering in your ear how he’ll fill you up with his cum, how good you’re making him feel. His pace quickens as you both get closer. “Come for me!”

And you do. You come harder than you’ve ever done before, your walls clenching around his cock, taking every single drop of his cum. His movements slow, the only sound remaining is your shared breathing as you both come down.

After a while, he sits up on the bed, his touch now gentle as he caresses your thigh. His eyes have softened as he looks you over, the worry clear when he looks at the cut on your neck. “Was it too much?”

“No, Frank. That was exactly what I had in mind.” You giggle, still high from everything that went down. You sit up beside Frank and give him a soft kiss. The sound of a camera being placed on the table, makes you both look over to the camera man.

“I guess my work here is done.” Billy says with a grin as he pulls of his mask.

Tagging: @e-dubbc11 @mindidjarin @itwasthereaminuteago @theradioactivespidergwen @lucy-sky @chvoswxtch @murdock-and-the-sea @darlingshane @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @mattmurdocksscars @boliv-jenta @saintmurd0ck @pedrito-friskito

“Actually,” Frank smiles at Billy before turning to you. “There’s one thing I’ve always wanted us to try.”

#ghostface frank castle #frank castle x reader #ghostface fanfiction #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle

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tyrantisterror · 10 months

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You know how we complain about pornbots with sickass names and avatars of pretty girls following us, because it's taunting us with a hollow imitation of what we want out of life?

Well today a pornbot with a sickass name and an avatar of a pretty girl liked the pinned post I have advertising my wizard books, and that's, like... that's mean, man. For a brief moment I thought someone who hadn't seen my silly wizard books liked them and wanted to check them out, that's a mean thing to tease me with pornbots.

...

So I guess the only thing to do is to SHILL THEM WIZARD BOOKS BABY!

Wizard School Mysteries is a series of books that follows eight young (re: college student-aged) wizards attending the first ever school for magic, the Academy of Applied Arcana and Magic. While there, they encounter various perilous situations that lead them to unravel conspiracies of kidnapping, murder, and other malfeasance. In other words, wizards go to a school and solve mysteries. The title is very apt, no?

There are two books in the series so far, with eight planned total.

Book 1: The Meddlesome Youths shows how our eight heroes first met, and together unravel a plot by the fair folk to kidnap their peers on campus.

Book 2: Tournament of Death sees our heroes embroiled in the Ultimate Wizard Battle, a competitive tournament of for-fun wizard duels that's turned deadly thanks to acts of sabotage. Can they find the saboteur before the Tournament of Death claims one of their own?

(click on the titles above to go to their amazon order pages!)

I'm a few chapters deep into writing Book 3: Wicked Witchcraft, where the group's resident nerd (well, they're all nerds, but she's the nerdiest nerd of them all), Gretchen Pappenheimer, finds herself in the internship from Hell, while the rest of her pals have to deal with a masked murderer prowling the campus grounds. I'd like to have it out by October this year, Friday the 13th if possible for reasons that should be obvious, but we'll see how that works out. I think it's doable, but I'm not setting it in stone just year. And there are five more books to come after that!

While I'm sure you'll assume, given the premise of the series, that it has similarities with a certain... more... popular book about wizards solving mysteries in a school, I can assure you it's quite different. For one thing, it's got gay people in it, who get into gay relationships that we get to see, rather than me tweeting that they were gay the whole time fives years or so after the series wraps. And two of the main characters are trans, including the very mainest main character of the lot! It feels kinda shallow mentioning these facts, like I'm just pointing out diversity in my book for brownie points, but seriously those feel like low bars to clear in 2023 AND YET certain other wizard franchises just... haven't, because they're written by closeted fascist transphobic antisemite.

....ahem.

Anyway it's also different from Herbie Porber because it's set in a vaguely medieval fantasy land instead of the current day, and because its tones is far more Discworld than anything else. It's good! You should read it! Why, it's so good that the second book only has one review so far, because the people who read it are so awestruck at how awesome it is that all but one of them has been rendered speechless by it.

So check out Wizard School Mysteries, the fantasy book series that even pornbots love!

#Wizard School Mysteries

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Itachi x reader who likes to watch anime,Kpop,thrillers and who reads dark romance,mafia books?!?

How Yould He React To Your Hobbies || Itachi Uchiha x reader

A/n : I hope you'll like it 👀 I do'nt know anything about dark romance and mafia books lmao. But I tried my best 😂

Warnings : Mention of Fifty Shades but nothing graphic, mention of sex because of Peaky Blinder, the action takes place in Naruto universe

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

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Itachi has always made it a point to be interested and to have a minimum of knowledge regarding your interests

And it allows you to spend more time together and have more varied topics of discussion

You were really happy that he shares your love of anime, and it's always nicer to watch with someone to be able to talk about it and make theories afterwards

He doesn't mind binge watching animes with you as long as it's not too childish

He really enjoyed Attack on Titan, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Tokyo Revengers and even Chainsaw Man

On the other hand, he had a hard time getting interested in My Hero Academia until season 5 ( it's my favorite anime ! )

Surprisingly he enjoyed Sailor Moon, Spy x Family or even some of the Studio Ghibli

He LOVES to make theories about possible endings and characters' motivations

One day you asked him to use his genjutsu on you to find you propelled in the universes of the animes you prefer, he accepted but warned you to stay on your guard anyway, even if he was going to stay with you all along

He was a bit jealous of the behavior of some characters like Denji, Mineta, Sukuna... that he held back from beating up

On the other hand, one thing he likes a lot less and that he almost forces himself to watch with you is thrillers

The stories are too absurd according to him, and the stupid deaths could be avoided with simple common sense

However it didn't stop him from jumping at every jump scares that landed on your screen and no matter how much he predicted them, like in Shining, Friday the 13th or even Scream

A curious expression appears on his face when he has jumped and the fear is still visible on his features but he blushes when he realizes that you haven't batted an eyelash. Unless to pick up the popcorn he sent flying all around you both

At least you also watch recent stuff such as Wednesday - you guys are real fans of the Addams Family - or All Of Us Are Dead - because K-dramas may be the only thing that makes him like South Korea because

Another of your passions on which he is has mixed feelings about is Kpop

BTS, Fifty Fifty, Blackpink, Seventeen, Stray Kids or even Red Velvet for him it's always the same thing, only one or two songs - according to him - stand out but it's still something he doesn't like that much

Especially when he sees you drooling over pictures of people he doesn't even know

You've already tried to take him to a concert and he just came to make sure nothing happened to you

However, he has to admit that seeing you practicing all those dances does something to him. You just look so hot when you dance like that, the confidence radiating from you when you know the choreography inside out

But he had a hard time understanding where your love for dark romance and mafia books came from

There is a bit of jealousy that you read romance books about other boys / girls

And then one day he decided to flip through your books to see what interesting things you were seeing in them

Spoiler alert : he didn't like how the main character's love interest treated them at all in most of the time. You are supposed to protect and cherish your loved one and not hurt them

And then one day he came across Fifty Shades and read all 3 books in 2 days non-stop, completely entranced by the sensuality with which such torrid scenes could be described in words

I mean silk, leather, handcuffs...

The face he made when you told him movies were made from the books

It might give him ideas but I don't think he will ever apply them

Because he hates the idea of what could hurt you

On the other hand even if he liked the dynamic in the mafia books with the boss who ends up having feelings for another he found it a bit repetitive

One day you bought him super classy clothes and rings like the men wear in the books you read, explaining that his nails, his build and his height gave him a "mafia boy" look

He accepted and when you saw him your jaw almost hit the floor. He was amazing "All you need is the tattoos and you look like you're right out of one of my books"

He was very happy with the comparison knowing your love for his books and then he liked the rings that revealed his long fingers

Since then he always made sure you were treated like the perfect passenger princess when you were both in the car

He took the darm romance and the mafia genre and just kept the romance but at least he tried

He also loves the random way you can switch from one type of series to another

Sometimes you can easily go from kids to not under 16

He remembers the day you had just finished Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets ( my favorite ) and you switched to an episode of Peaky Blinders

What can I say, is that he didn't get to watch the beginning with you because he was on a mission. And today when he came back from his bathroom break, the first thing he looked at was the TV with a couple having sex ( I mean that's how the show is )

He felt all hot and bothered and ambarassed at least they have some pretty good fights

He did like Thomas Shelby as long as the latter kept he clothes on

Hopefully you don't watch that often, sometimes you'll turn your attention to Marvel movies or even the Marvel series

He really liked the Doctor Strange movies and especially Multiverse of Madness

But he hates again when you start randomly simping on characters, sometimes you even squeal and jump on the couch when you see those guys. And when I say those guys I mean Bucky, Peter Parker, Steven Grant, Loki ( only in Avengers for me lol )…

It reminds him of when you started Teen Wolf 2 years ago, you were obsessed with Stiles Stilinski, he was even on your phone screen ( still is here )

I mean you loved Dylan O'brien and Sebastian Stan so much that you ended up watching all the movie they are in ( and you guys know Sebastian's are 😏 )

Even your friends liked to tease you in front of Itachi because they knew how pissed he'd look and seriously pissed Itachi was so rare that they loved it to much for their own good

You always made sure he knew that if you were to choose you'll always pick him

But he can understand that you like this kind of series like Buffy the Vampire Slayer because those creatures are really something

Especially when you dress up as one of them for Halloween

Jus the goth outfit with the chokers and the shoes and the fangs makes him go wild

A/n : Again my requests are open 💙🎇

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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fuctacles · 7 months

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Road to El Dorado but Steddie?

Only a blorbo for @batboysxprompts Friday 13th event bc I'm running on fumes

"You seem awfully lucky today."

Eddie turned away from his loot, eyeing the man that approached him. The handsome face was distracting enough he almost missed the uniform. Almost.

He put on his most charming smile.

"What, is it a crime to be Lady Luck's favorite, now?"

"No, of course not," the man smiled back, and oh shit, Eddie's charm was being overpowered tenfold. The man leaned his arms (so, so toned) on the bar next to him. "It is a crime though to use weighted dice."

Eddie's eyes widened in scandalized shock.

"One must have no honor to do such a thing!" he exclaimed.

"Indeed," the man nodded. "Only spineless thieves use them."

"Ah, the worst kind of man," Eddie nodded along, trying to eye his exits but the man was leaning close and focusing on him like he was pinning a moth onto a display.

"No, I think there are worse people."

Eddie licked his lips.

"Who would that be?"

"Con artists."

Someone sneezed.

It was a trigger that made them both jump into action.

Eddie snatched his wrist away from a sudden grip and pushed his drink to spill on the man while he ran. The guard had more than a face to offer though, his reflexes fast enough to snatch on Eddie's bag. He's been living this way for years though, so he slipped easily away with a practiced twist of his body.

He ran out of the tavern without looking back, ducking into alleys and doors he'd engraved into his brain through the years. He only stopped when he landed in a forgotten attic with only one point of entrance. Completely out of breath, he fell on the dusty floor. Finally he could bask in his treasure in peace. He scrambled to get his bag open, shuffled through it, then upended it on the floor. His notebook, a few rings and some fruit tumbled out but there was no sign of the thing he cheated so hard for.

The El Dorado map was gone.

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Steve Harrington looked at the only thing left in his hands from the elusive con artist Edward Munson. It was a scroll which upon unfolding revealed a map. It was a lot less descriptive than the ones he was used to, and more rumpled, like not once in its existence has it been stored properly. He wondered if it was worth enough to lure the thief back.

That led him to the local library and the only person he could trust enough with such a thing.

Robin studied the map and compared it to various texts and illustrations until the night settled around them and he finally got his answer in the form of excitement sparkling in his friend's eyes.

He smirked to himself.

"Guess Lady Luck isn't so fond of him after all."

#luckysteddie #batboysxprompts #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #mine #ff #steve harrington #st #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #road to el dorado au #steddie blurb #steddie idea #steddie au #batboysprompts

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sunstone-smiles · 7 months

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May I request #16 for Tickletober? Archie has Maxie sit with him for a scary movie & it scares him to death, so Archie’s there to comfort/tickle that smile back on his face <3 as well as finding a new tickle spot on the redhead he never knew about!

Don't Shake With Fear, Shake With Laughter

Author’s note: Cute idea! Fun fact: I wrote the draft for this and referenced the movie Friday the 13th before I knew Friday the 13th was going to happen in October, sooo it works out since it just happened three days ago Lol! I hope you all enjoy Day 16 of Tickletober: Unusual Spot and Comfort After a Scary Movie! (From August Tickletober 2023 list and Crow’s Tickletober 2023 list!)

Series: Pokemon

Characters: Archie and Maxie

Word count: 765

Summary: Maxie is quite frightened after finishing a scary movie, so Archie gets rid of any lingering fear by replacing it with laughter.

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Peace at last. The final girl of the film floats within a boat across a lake of crystal waters. She lifts up her head. She sees what lies ahead at the soft edge of the water. There’s land, blooming and comforting after the horror she witnessed. She’s safe.

Or so she thought.

A sharp shriek from violin strings slices through the silence of the film. A distorted form, wrinkled, decrepit, with flesh falling off the bones, leaps out of the water. The form wraps its arm around the female’s neck and pulls her and her boat into the water. She wakes up in the hospital with a start.

Maxie’s heart pounds within his chest. His eyes are scared open. He squeezes Archie’s arm tight as the two of them sit on the couch and watch the movie.

The girl’s moments of serenity. Her safety. Her future. It was all stolen away in one single jump scare. No wonder it made Maxie nearly leap right off the couch. A shot of the still lake ends the movie, fading to the credits.

Archie reaches for the remote on the arm of the couch, then clicks off the movie. “Fun right? A classic.”

When he doesn’t receive a response, Archie looks over and sees Maxie’s frozen form, as well as feeling the tightness of Maxie’s grip clinging onto his forearm.

His voice drops to a whisper of worry, “Hey, Maxie. It’s alright.” He gently grabs his hand, “The movie’s over.”

“I-I know. I’ll be f-fine,” Maxie’s voice shivers. He almost can’t stop shaking enough to push up his glasses. His body finally shifts from his frozen position as he curls himself up into a ball on the couch.

“Oh, Maxie. That really scared you, huh? I’m sorry.” Archie leans over to wrap his husband in a hug. He runs a hand through Maxie’s red hair, soothing him. Archie feels the tension bound within Maxie’s muscles release beneath his touch.

After a few calming moments, Archie releases the hug. He takes Maxie’s hand in his and gently rubs the palm with his thumb.

“I know. We can watch one of our sitcoms now to end the night off on something more lighthearted. Does that sound good?” Archie suggests.

Maxie huffs out a giggle, turning his head away into his shoulder.

Archie smiles, “Laughing already?”

“No, it’s just that you’re tickling me,” Maxie huffs out another giggle in reference to the delicate rubs to his palm.

“Oh, an unusual spot, huh? I’ve never seen this one before.” Archie smiles. He purposely traces his finger across Maxie’s palm with tickly intention.

Maxie accidentally snorts out another airy giggle. “Archie, quit it!” the redhead chuckles while he tries to pull his hand away. Archie tugs his hand back towards him, now using more than one finger to glide across Maxie’s palm.

“Hold on, I want a closer look,” Archie teases as he gently grasps Maxie’s hand, as if he was observing the unique edges of a diamond.

“You’ve looked enohohough,” Maxie uses his free hand to try and push Archie’s mischievous one away.

“Hmm, I think I need to get a different angle,” the other man grins. Continuing the game, Archie then takes Maxie’s other hand and pulls the redhead into his lap. Maxie’s back plops onto Archie’s legs and Archie maneuvers his fingers to gently scribble at his husband’s ribs. Maxie jolts in place and squeaks like a mouse as he squeezes his arms to his sides to protect his torso.

“Ahahaharchie!” more giggles begin pouring from Maxie.

“Ah, yea. I see it now. I have to make sure to tickle away all the fear from the movie,” Archie continues his tease, “Don’t worry, I know the perfect spot that can help.” Archie then moves his hands down and scratches at Maxie’s belly, sending the redhead from soft giggling into shrieks of laughter. He kicks his legs out on the couch and bats at Archie’s hands wiggling at his tummy as his body wildly shakes, this time with a big smile.

“Ahahaharchie! Okahahay! Nohoho mohohore!” Maxie calls out through his laughter.

Archie chuckles and moves his hands away. He helps Maxie sit up on the couch, then he scoops his husband in a hug. Archie places his head on top of Maxie’s red hair.

“You less scared now?” Archie asks the man huddled in his arms.

“Yes, much better,” Maxie looks up at his partner and kisses him. It’s hard to stay frightened when Maxie has a goofball of a husband to cheer him up for comfort after a scary movie.

#tickletober #augtickletober2023 #crow's tickletober 2023 #tickletober 2023 #tickletober2023 #pokemon #pokemon ruby and sapphire #pokemon archie #pokemon maxie #hardenshipping #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

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hells-wells · 2 years

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Don't blame The Movies 3

Scream

1996

The party is over and something unexpected happens, why are Billy and Stu acting off? You can feel something is different but what is it?

Billy X Rader, Stu X Reader, Billy X Stu X Reader.......... ****Warnings for this chapter----- swearing, jealousy, possessive behaviour and just a fun time, shits and giggles.

The rest of the night went ok but you could tell the question had struck a chord with the girls. You were thankful when everyone left, Stu driving Tatum and Sidney home, Billy went along for the ride and Randy’s mom had picked him up early.

Picking up the last bottle, stumbling a little, you heard creaking from the floorboards coming down the hallway, quickly holding the bottle up, you made your way slowly towards the dark hallway. “Hello?” You called out.

“BOGAH!” Stu screams jumping out of the shadows “Totally dead!” Billy was close behind him.

“FUCK!!!” You screamed, bearly missing him with the bottle.

They both laughed “Geez princess, nearly cave my head in why don’t cha.”

You huffed “You’re fucking lucky Stuart.” Glaring at them both “Don’t think your off the hook either William.”

“Oh, we’re in trouble, dropping full names.” Stu laughed as he walked passed you and into the kitchen, picking through leftover pizza “Better watch out man or we’ll get spanked” he laughed. Billy followed behind him, holding out a piece of pizza for you “Eat, you had more to drink than us.”

“How did you even get in?” you asked, taking the pizza and putting the bottle down.

“That back window, the lock still isn’t fixed,” Billy smirked.

“Of course… Not that I mind but why come back? I figured you guys would be with the girlfriends.” Taking a bite of the cold pizza and sitting on the bar stool.

“Is it a crime to wanna hang out with ya best girlfriend?” Stu mused running over to the tv stand, looking through the videos.

“The good stuff is up in my room.”

Stu disappeared up the stairs before you could say anything else, Billy grabbed your arm, leading you to the fold-out couch “Come on” he sat down and tugged you down without warning, you landed on his lap, the blush spread across your face.

You quickly moved to the empty spot next to him, into the middle of the sofa bed “Sorry.” you muttered.

“It’s fine, you’ve sat here before,” Billy smirked.

“I got a classic!” Stu called out, running back down the stairs, jumping over you both and landing a little too close. “Whadda say?” he flashed The Omen video.

Billy leant over you to smack Stu’s arm “Ouch!” he mumbled.

“Pick something else dickhead.” Stu stared back at him “NOW!” Billy warned, causing you to jump. Doing as he was told, he made his way back to your room.

“What was that all about?” For a split second, you saw an off look in his eyes before he turned back to you.

“Nothing, he’s been watching that all week.” He tried to shrug off.

“Oh…” You stared out into space for a second before Billy’s voice brought you back.

“Hey… Don’t worry about that jock, guys like that always get what’s coming.” he tried to lighten the mood with a soft nudge with his elbow.

“Or they just get away with it” you noted.

“Oh, but not in a horror movie, rules, the bitch and the jock always get it”

That made you laugh “Mmm, where’s Micheal or Jason when you need them?” you both laughed it off.

“I can make that happen” Stu sang out holding up Friday the 13th part 3.

“For me? Aww, my hero.” You joked.

He put the movie on and sat down next to you “See? I’m the hero, what does that make you man?” He teased Billy, causing him to punch Stu again. You leaned against Billy and used your feet to stop Stu from doing anything “Seriously what is up with you two?” Stu tried pushing forward but you stopped him “He started it.” Stu huffed.

Billy rolled his eyes, “If you keep acting like kids I’ll treat you guys like it.” You warned. The fighting stopped and the three of you enjoyed the movie but it still felt awkward, as the movie hit its end climax Stu looked at you, with a playful grin, and you moved closer to Billy without thinking. Stu lunged on top of you, tickling your sides, his weight sunk you further into Billy. “S-Stu!” You barely screamed, trying to twist and turn.

His laugh filled the house “What? I’m not doing anything” he continued to tickle you.

“Bi-Billy, Help!” You groaned “P-p-please!”

Billy gripped your hips, trying to stop you from moving around so much but remained silent, ignoring his grip, you continued to wiggle around, trying to free yourself from Stu’s onslaught. It felt like it went on forever. When he wouldn’t stop you accidentally kicked him in his stomach, causing him to fall back “gah! That’s just downright cruel.” He greeted his teeth. Huffing from exhaustion “It’s your fault!” you joked while lightly slapping his arm. Sitting back down on Billy, that’s when you felt something, it took you a second to realize but from Stu’s tickling, you hadn’t noticed that wiggling around so much had caused….. Oh god.

You jumped forward, face completely red and into Stu. “So-sorry” you mumbled. “Hey, easy.” Stu helped you back up.

He looked behind you and his grin grew “Ohhh, damn if I knew a lap dance was on the table-” Suddenly your body was crushed between them, at first, you thought they were playfighting until you saw the look in both of their eyes. “Hey!” you yelled out, trying to push them back.

“Take a hint,” Billy growled harshly, taking a fist of his shirt.

Stu pushed forward, a manic look came over him “Yeah? YEAH? Don’t get mad at me man just because you got a hard-on.” he spat.

“Stop! What the hell is wrong with you guys?!” You failed to separate them as they both pushed in, nothing separating you all.

“Nothing,” Billy muttered as he finally backed off.

You watched them as they sat back down “Look, you guys don’t have to talk to me about it but I’m not stupid. I can tell something is up.” folding your arms, you didn’t move from your place. They didn’t say another word on the matter, you settled back down on the sofa bed between them.

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dadsbongos · 2 years

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starcourt massacre - 1986

Stranger Things x Horror Movie Collection

American Psycho / Halloween / Scream / Friday the 13th / Fear Street / Jennifer’s Body

warnings - descriptions of wounds/violence (blood n gore n such (EXTREME, i'm not kidding)), not very billy friendly, fear street au

summary - Hawkins, Indiana, is cursed. With people being slaughtered in the streets and their own homes, the Starcourt mall becomes a quick hunting ground for this curse that you and your friends now have to try and survive.

Six months is a long time to be dating when you’re a teenager, and while Steve is more than happy to celebrate that, you and Robin are further prone to encouraging the honeymoon behavior. Though, that’s more often because the both of you like teasing Steve, not actual compassion for Max Mayfield and Lucas Sinclair’s blossoming romance.

Either way, it doesn’t change the fact that Scoops Ahoy! was the designated date spot for the two to celebrate their six-month anniversary. Closing time is in a short two minutes and you’re itching to get out of the stupid sailor uniform your boss has you stuff on every morning.

“I don’t get why you two are even allowing this,” Steve is boredy swinging the store’s key around his finger.

Robin punches in the register code and it pops open with a cartoonish ching, she shrugs while you remove your sailor hat and toss it onto the counter, “Why not?”

“We could get fired,” he glares at the two of you.

“What? Is Mr. Ahoy himself going to find out we let two teenagers try new flavors before they came out, Harrington?” you shoot Steve a pointed look, then turn your gaze back to the food court - where Max and Lucas can be seen approaching your humble ice cream parlor.

You wave at them, and subsequently their driver, Max’s step-brother, Billy.

Lucas returns your gesture much more excitedly than his girlfriend, but that’s nothing exactly new.

Max is sweet on you, Robin, and Eleven compared to her teasing of the guys in the group, but she’s more casual. A simple nod of acknowledgment means you’ve made the big leagues in her book.

Billy stops outside the store, hands deep in the pockets of his denim jeans that really hug, and sunglasses low on the bridge of his nose even though it’s already nighttime.

“Thanks for delivering the kiddies safely,” Steve grins, tossing you the key so he can proceed with one of his infamous dick-measuring contests with Billy, “Corey Hart.”

“You really think you’re funny, don’t you, Harrington?” Billy is just a couple inches taller than Steve, but that has never once stopped him from holding it over the man’s head.

“Oh my God,” Robin groans, setting down the money she was counting, “You made me lose focus, you asses.”

“Stop fighting during custody trades,” you kick at the back of Steve’s calf, “It’s bad for the children to see their parents fighting.”

“I- “ Steve cuts himself off, “Fine. I don’t even care.”

He snatches the key he threw to you and begins towards the back door of Scoops, Max and Lucas trailing after like little sheep.

You turn to Billy while Robin restarts her counting, “Try not to crash, Hargrove. It’d be a shame to lose our only lifeguard that thinks he’s a dictator.”

“Very funny, sweetheart,” your face sours at the nickname and he chuckles, patting your cheek before pulling out a cigarette - seemingly from his ass - and placing it between his lips, “See ya soon.”

“Let’s hope not,” you mutter bitterly.

Billy gives a mock salute as he turns, lighting his cigarette as he goes.

Max and Lucas’ combined glaring through your skull calls, though, and you don’t have the heart to make them sit for one of your rants about Billy Hargrove’s ego when they could be eating exclusive ice cream flavors.

So you hurry to the freezer and encourage Steve to pry it open for the lovebirds.

Across the mall, a fly swirls around Billy Hargrove’s head. It buzzes and lands on his cheek, he flinches at the proximity and swats a hand through the air. Another fly joins its brother and Billy walks faster toward the Starcourt mall doors. Billy puts out his cigarette on a nearby wall and sticks it behind his ear, genuinely considering running when he hears it.

The hiss of his name.

Layered, but still high-pitched. A whisper.

“Billy!”

He snaps around, eyes flitting this way and that.

“Billy.”

There’s no apparent source.

His hands clench as yet another fly drones around his head.

“Billy! Billy! Billy!"

The calls come from all around and he’s sick of it. Something squeezes at his heart.

A fourth fly comes - it lands on his brow and Billy’s hand moves faster than he’d ever thought possible. The fly is squashed dead against his forehead as what sounds like your voice mixed with Max and Neil’s calls from above.

“Billy!”

“Alright, alright,” Steve holds out two small-size cups to Max and Lucas, “Just - just try it before you knock it, okay?”

“It’s just ice cream, captain,” Max rolls her eyes but takes the cup anyway.

“It’s my specialty,” Steve insists, “Rocky Road, Cherry Chunk, and strawberry syrup - it’s good.”

“It sounds disgustingly sweet,” Max turns her gaze onto you. A brow quirked as if to ask if Steve is serious. But Lucas is not so hesitant, already beginning to dig into his serving of the Harrington special.

“You are in Scoops Ahoy!, Maxine,” she gags at her own name and you laugh.

Just through the candy apple red door is Robin, still stuck counting the register. She’s going as fast as her tired, frazzled brain will allow when she hears heavy footfalls approaching the counter. Losing count, Robin sighs and goes to tell off a lost shopper when she sees who has returned.

“Hey, Hargrove, you’re not needed for another…” she judges the clock, “twenty minutes? At least.”

But Billy steps past the counter, slipping over the lackluster fall board that separates you three from the customers and standing before Robin Buckley.

“I’m gonna need you to get back,” Robin’s always been intimidated by Billy, as much as she hates to admit it.

But come on, she’s been the band geek since freshmen year and he was just… generally terrifying, unless he was trying to fuck you.

“Seriously, Steve is right back there- “ her point is seized, Billy snatching her by the bangs and pulling until her mouth parts to scream.

His hand scrambles for a long-abandoned ice cream scoop that glints under the yellow fluorescents. It’s crusted with the mint chocolate chip that’d been served to a couple of middle schoolers only an hour ago. Billy takes up the scoop and jams it through Robin’s lips, forcing it down her throat until the edge of the black, rubber handle is just peeking through her teeth.

She chokes and claws at her throat, earning no sympathy from Billy when he uses his hold on her bangs to shove her head through the sliding glass panel that separates the ice cream tubs. Robin’s held down in a nearly empty container of cotton candy as Billy slams the panel shut around her neck - hard enough for the glass to shake.

Max’s head snaps around at the sound of a slam, but neither you nor Steve follows. Lucas is busy trying to keep dripping, melted ice cream from both his fingers and the floor.

“Did nobody else hear that?” Max furrows her brows at the three of you.

“Robin likes stealing ice cream after closing,” you reach into the freezer and pull out a tub of birthday cake, “Here. New and improved flavor, straight from corporate themselves.”

Lucas takes a spoon to the treat but Max shakes her head, stepping back as she says, “I’m just gonna check on her.”

“Alright,” Steve steals back the tub from your hands when Lucas goes in for seconds, “but don’t get huffy when it’s just Robin eating caramel pecan butter.”

The three of you pause now, you lean against Steve’s side as Max approaches that fiery red door. Her hand wraps around the doorknob and she looks right at you, sticking out her tongue as her arm moves to lug the door open.

You all jump back when the door slams right back into the side of Max’s face. She yelps, Billy storming through the doorway and grabbing his step-sister by the neck - lifting her up in the air. Her feet kick out uselessly, hands beating at his arms.

Before Lucas can stupidly run forward, you snag him by the collar of his letterman jacket and hold him away from the man. Max chokes out a desperate scream and her face grows bright red. Steve, though, is free to stupidly runs forward, his body coming back alive when Billy’s hand visibly squeezes tighter around Max’s throat.

It’s fruitless, however, as Billy’s other hand moves automatically - inhuman and mechanical - towards Steve. You scream, back hitting the cold shelves of the open ice cream freezer when Steve is grabbed like a doll by Billy Hargrove. Lucas fights against your terrified grasp, but your petrified arms refuse to release the boy as Steve is lifted just like Max.

You shove Lucas behind you when Max’s face tilts into something purple, racing forward to tug Steve back by the loose, deep blue cloth of his uniform shirt. Both hands come into the effort and Steve’s hat is rocked off of his head, you rip at the flesh of Billy’s fingers around Steve’s neck.

Billy drops Steve with a thud and you drag him away, but there’s a loss immediately at the surface as Billy returns his attention to Max.

The very air in your lungs is stolen when both hands come to Max’s neck. There’s a strangled gasp, Lucas’ guttural shriek, and a snap. A snap you’ve never heard before - like a broken bone, but different. Worse.

So irrevocably worse.

Max’s face drops - all muscle releasing, and you realize that that supposed relaxation leaves her looking horrified. Mouth agape and head hanging like there was never bone there at all.

You’re up first, having to drag Lucas through the door that connects Scoops Ahoy to the neighboring food stall. Steve follows the both of you into the Imperial Panda kitchen.

Max’s body cracks against the floor like sacked potatoes and Billy steps over her like the dirt on his shoe.

Billy’s boots thunder against tiled floor as he follows your trio - the shing of a blade being drawn out from the cutting board echoing ominously in your ears. Lucas heads your group and it feels like your legs can’t burn fast enough.

Like you’re too slow. Like you’re going to die.

His hands on your neck, his bloodlust in your lungs.

You knew Billy Hargrove was an asshole, but you never could have guessed that he would go so far as murder. It’s unlike him, even for - well - him.

Your legs begin to ache, begging to seize, but it still isn’t enough.

Your ears scorch at the sound of Steve’s scream.

The collar of Steve’s uniform shirt cuts to his throat when Billy grabs the back to tug him to his doom. Steve is never presented with the opportunity to defend himself when a clever is hacked between his shoulder blades. He throws a hand forward, caught between pleading with you and Lucas to turn back for him and crying for you both to run faster.

Billy pulls out the clever and kicks Steve to the ground, raising his foot and pressing each corner of his newfound strength and force and hatred into its downfall. Steve’s skull eggshells on the reflective tile of the food court - blood and brain spilling between onto neon reflections.

You can imagine it vividly - Billy right behind you. Hauling ass after the both of you, but the doors are in sight and he’s still with Steve and once you’re out he won’t be able to get you and-

Billy releases the clever in an angled, timed throw - one eye clenched shut to get the best judge of sight.

Your head rocks forward on impact, body freezing and smacking to the ground once the clever buries its mark in the back of your skull. You thud. Dead weight.

Lucas hears it - the sound of your skin like raw meat on a kitchen counter, the ringing silence when your footsteps are no longer behind his.

He wants to run back. Wake you up, wake you up, as if you’re sleeping - because you have to be, your death doesn’t feel real. Max and Steve and Robin - none of it has registered but the looming threat of Billy Hargrove most certainly does.

Those footsteps fill in where yours left off and Lucas feels trapped.

But the doors are coming up. Overwhelmingly close and yet miles away.

His hand shoots out, shoes squeaking against tile, lungs in hell, and his fingertips graze the cold metal push-frame of Starcourt’s front doors.

The doors gasp as he pushes and they release, squealing open.

Then Billy gets a lethal grasp over the collar of his basketball team letterman jacket.

Lucas screams, knowing exactly well how futile ripping apart his vocal cords is. He catches a glimpse of you and Steve over Billy’s shoulders.

Blood pools below what remains of your heads, bodies sprawled and lifeless inside the Scoops Ahoy! uniforms you were both making fun of not ten minutes ago.

Lucas peels at Billy’s face as he’s flipped and held straight. He cries and whimpers like a young babe at the growing pressure that comes from Billy’s hands on either side of his face. It grows and grows and grows and just as he comes to question this unnatural display of strength and cruelty - even from Billy - it pops.

His bones crunch and the teeth are the first to fall out. Blood drools from between his lips and Billy drops Lucas’ body to the floor which continues to shine in what neon signs remain of the stores’ stalls.

Sweat sheens his body as Billy steps over the teenager, his hand pushing open the Starcourt doors so he can carry the devil inside him’s will to the streets.

Eleven traces a finger over the polaroid of you that’s been stuck onto your locker. You’re standing in the middle of a sunflower field - a road trip to the midwest that Eddie forced you to join him on, you once told her. Notes and folded letters of well wishes in the afterlife have been pasted onto your locker with picked flowers from the side of the road in memoriam. Beside your locker is Robin’s, also littered with notes, letters, and flowers by your fellow students. At the top of each locker is RIP etched into the metal, which she’d seen done by Louise Graham only minutes ago.

Mike tenderly takes his girlfriend’s hand and brings her to his side, though his eyes remain on yours and Robin’s lockers.

The group is peculiarly silent, but nobody is exactly rushing to undo the crickets.

Will fiddles with his fingers as a couple of students from down the hall are sticking daisies through the slats in Steve’s locker as tribute. Dustin stares at his shoes to hide the wetness that gathers in his waterline - hat hiding his reddening, sorrowed face.

Eddie, however, is in full contempt as he watches with crossed arms while a man races down the corridor in a copy of the outfit Billy Hargrove was wearing during his Starcourt massacre. A wife beater, gold-rimmed sunglasses, and denim jeans.

“Hawkins is fucking cursed,” Eddie murmurs, glaring at the boy all the way until he’s no longer in sight, “I’m tired of these bullshit freak incidents.”

“What can we do?” Will shakes his head, looking up at Eddie.

Mike squeezes Eleven to his side, as if it’ll successfully hide her from the evils of Hawkins, Indiana, “Hope we make something of ourselves like our parents never did so we can get the fuck out of here.”

“If we can make something of ourselves in Hawkins,” Dustin sniffles one final time and watches a group of cheerleaders run by, preparing for the homecoming game later tonight.

One cheerleader, captain Chrissy Cunningham, slows to a stop by your and Robin’s locker - pulling out two folded letters to jam between the slots of your doors.

“Why wouldn’t we be able to?” Eleven frowns, and Chrissy pauses at the sound of her voice.

Eddie pushes himself off the locker and spreads his arms wide, grinning as he mouths a distasteful, “Hawkins is fucking cursed.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #robin buckley x reader #lucas sinclair x reader #max mayfield x reader #lucas sinclair x max mayfield #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington #robin buckley #billy hargrove #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #fear street au

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