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Right Way Up (02)

Stranger Things

Yandere! Steve Harrington X F!Reader, Yandere! Eddie Munson X F!Reader, Yandere! Billy Hargrove X F!Reader

Synopsis: You always hated when your favourite characters died in shows or movies; always longed to have the opportunity to save them. So when you're transported into one of your favourite shows of all time, what else are you supposed to do besides save your beloved characters?

Warnings: Threat/violence, Gore, Mentions of sexual content (implicit), Death, Manipulation, Depictions of toxic relationships, Drugs and alcohol abuse

Note: Sorry for the wait, my loves, but here's Eddie, Steve, and Billy to make it up to you 💕

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02. bring unto me vanity

enter: billy hargrove

YOU stood there, expression blank as you stared mindlessly into the Eddie Munson. It almost felt as though all your thoughts had left you the moment you bumped into him—flooding out in an endless, blank stream of nothingness you couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Then—not even seconds later—it all came rushing back.

Scenes of him lying in a pool of his own crimson, straining as he told Dustin about how he didn't run away—how he wasn't a coward for once. Scenes of the town believing he was some sort of satanic worshipper—vandalising his missing posters with pentagrams after he had just died protecting them. Scenes of Dustin informing Eddie's uncle of his noble death with tears streaming down his face; unrelenting in their cruel pace.

Scenes that always shot straight through your heart no matter how many times you rewatched them.

"Woah, hey, are you o—?"

You couldn't help it—the way you flew into his chest, arms wrapping around his back in a hug so tight—so inextricably emotional—that even the most affectionate of lovers, the most intimate of partners, would envy your outpour of emotions in that one embrace.

You couldn't help it because—because he was here. And he was okay. And he was alive—oh god, he was alive.

"Wha—?"

And apparently, he was also confused.

Get it together, Y/N. What kind of weirdo randomly throws themselves onto a stranger like that?

But he wasn't a stranger though, he was a character you had watched and grown attached to on screen; a beloved character you had witnessed die over and over again without being able to do a single thing about it.

But, a small voice prodded in the back of your mind, maybe you could do something now?

"Are you... okay?"

You blinked, further scattering a wet substance across your eyelashes. "Oh, yeah, um... it's just that—"

You didn't deserve to die, Eddie.

"—well, everyone is always so mean to you and— they're always like, calling you a freak just because you like playing a fantasy, role-playing game and it's just— it's so unfair because you seem like such a nice guy who doesn't deserve any of the shit that you get and I'm just— I'm so sorry!"

Ah, maybe you let out a little too much there, judging by the way he reacted.

His mouth had hung open, brown eyes wide in what you could only describe as disbelief, bewilderment and utter, utter shock.

For a moment, you were worried that you had accidentally made him malfunction or something; maybe said some type of dialogue that he couldn't compute and, therefore, couldn't respond to—like some sort of unaware NPC being told that they weren't real—which, in a way, is quite similar to his actual circumstance anyhow.

But then, to your utter surprise, he spoke again; in a tone that seemed light, almost—playful, even—"woah, uh, you always psychoanalyse people when you first meet?"—but... there was a waver in his voice, a vulnerability breaking through.

And you knew; you knew he was trying so hard not to let it break through.

Oh Eddie...

"No, sorry, uh—" you cut yourself off, pulling away to rest your arms against your sides, to really look him in the eyes as you offered, "—do you want to be friends?"

"Woah, hold up, Y/N L/N, the Y/N L/N—the Queen of Hawkins High herself—"

Queen of Hawkins High? You knew you were popular but—Queen? Damn.

"—is asking me, Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, if I want to be her friend?"

His words ushered the corners of your lips down and you felt that familiar constricting feeling in your heart again. "Don't call yourself a freak, Eddie. You're not. Please don't ever refer to yourself that way."

Cue the look of absolute astonishment making its way back onto his face.

"I uh—"

"Please, Eddie." Your fingers intertwined, eyes widening in what you hoped—prayed—was a look that resembled irresistible puppy dog eyes—

"Well, how the hell am I meant to deny you when you give me that look, sweetheart?"

—and resemble them it did.

"So, does that mean—?"

He smirked. "Yes, Queenie, I'll be your friend."

The voice at the back of your mind was louder now, hope swirling together with mere hypothetical scenarios to grant you a vision—a world in which Eddie survived the bat attack he was subjected to in season 4; a world in which you saved him.

And hey, if you were lucky, maybe you'd be able to protect him from all the awful bullying he was a victim of as well. Lord knew he didn't deserve it.

"So, would you mind me sitting in on one of your DnD campaigns?"

He blinked, looking confused for what was probably the nth time. "You know what DnD is?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. I, uh, know someone who plays it. I mentioned it just now, remember? Definitely not a game that encourages satanism."

A bubble of laughter left his lips—and you swore you felt a swirl of warmth gather in your chest—his pretty eyes crinkling up as he said, "yeah, it definitely isn't." Then, his hand rose up to the back of his neck before he continued, albeit awkwardly, "I uh, actually have one today after school, if you wanna..?"

He trailed off but you knew what he was about to ask—and so—smiled at him as you confirmed, "I would love to."

"Great!" He beamed—rather cutely, if you did say so yourself—before immediately faltering, and soon, his hand was back on his neck. "We should probably head to English, huh?"

So you shared your next lesson together? Sweet. Saved you the hassle of running around like a headless chicken trying to find your class.

You let Eddie lead the way, following behind him with a pep in your step as you passed by doors upon doors, each looking just as beat-up as the last—but you were too over-the-moon to criticise their condition.

Perhaps the reason you were so happy was because you genuinely befriended a super nice, super fun guy that you always wanted to talk to when watching the show. Perhaps it was because you knew you had a shot at saving him; at giving him another chance to live in this fictional world. Either way, your mood had definitely lifted and for that, you were grateful—

"Munson, L/N, you two are late."

—until, of course, you weren't.

Having arrived at class, you were met with a chorus of gasps sent your way, almost every single jaw dropping to the floor as soon as their eyes landed on you and your companion.

The lady in front of you had her arms crossed over her busty chest, eyes narrowed specifically at one of the two of you and said person seemed to be very aware of it.

Eddie parted his lips, a grin manifesting on his face as he seemed to gear himself up for some sort of speech; one that would never get to leave his lips—at least, not on your watch.

"Sorry, miss, I held him up a little." Your lips stretched into a sheepish smile as you shrugged.

Not bothering to hear what she had to say—because why would you?—you made your way over to one of the empty seats at the back. There was another one in the middle of the room—one surrounded by broad-shouldered kids all adorning the same, bright varsity jackets—but, you would much rather be taking the seat away from them.

Besides, the back seat had an empty one right next to it.

As soon as your thighs landed on the smooth—yet highly uncomfortable—surface of the wooden chair, you tilted your head up, eyes meeting with the sweet character you were just walking with, before one of your hands rose up and gestured towards the other empty seat right next to you.

Another gawk. Another chorus of dramatic gasps.

Oh my God, it's not that big a deal.

"Well, Mister Munson? Will you be taking your seat or will you keep holding the whole class up?"

Snickers; mocking and malevolent in their nature—all bouncing off the walls of the room and into your ears, edging your lips down.

It didn't seem to bother Eddie though, who only let out his own sheepish chuckle before making his way down the row of beaten desks to the empty one beside you.

Your lips twitched back up, then he opened his mouth—"you weren't kidding about wanting to be my friend, huh?"—and you found them twitching down once again.

"Of course not, Eddie. I'm not that—"

A new voice abruptly cut you off. "Ahem. Now where was I?"

You couldn't speak for the remainder of the class, but that didn't stop you from communicating with Eddie regardless. All you had to do was rip out a page from your notepad, write a quick 'I meant what I said', scrunch it up and throw it his way.

You had then propped your head up on your hand, elbow resting on the bumpy table as you leaned forward to really gauge his reaction. The goofy way his lips had tugged up was very much infectious and you smiled as he furiously scribbled back a response before sneaking a quick glance at you—one that resulted in him freezing up, eyes widening and pink rushing to his cheeks in a way that was so cute, you couldn't help but widen your smile.

His blush grew deeper.

He was quick to pull himself back together though, and soon, the rest of the lesson was filled with the two of you tossing that same, crinkled sheet of paper back and forth—each time filling it with more and more ink as small giggles bubbled out of your mouths; childish and carefree with a hint of awe. You felt like a middle schooler all over again—it was nice, it was fun—

—so fun, in fact, that time passed by like a flash of lightning and, before you even knew it, a 'brrring!' rang through the air; one that had you rushing over to Eddie's side, ready to accompany him out the door. Were you being a little clingy? Maybe. But it was the Eddie Munson, who wouldn't be clingy?

"Oh wow, being waited on by a queen, boy do I feel special," his words were accompanied by a light tone you'd heard many a time over the TV, one you absolutely adored.

"You should feel special. You're awesome, Eddie. I'll stop at nothing until you realise that."

He paused again, that pink colour from earlier returning to reign terror on his cheeks once more.

What a cutie.

You watched as he continued packing the remainder of his stuff in his bag, eyes trained on the glint of his solid-metal rings that would disappear and reappear from behind the rough cotton. Damn, how did they make him look so much more attractive?

Eddie was really attractive, you had no idea how no one in the school seemed to notice. The way his bouncy, brown curls framed his face—perfectly complimenting that pretty pair of eyes he was so lucky to have; the way he would exaggerate his hand gestures like a true drama queen—playfully joking about with a charm that seemed signature to him; the way he always seemed to—

"Uh, ready to go?"

You blinked. "Huh? Oh yeah."

How long had he been standing there with his bag slung over his shoulder?

"So, sweetheart, I was thinking... for DnD later, do you wanna join in or, uh, just sit and watch?"

"Oh, well, I'm not too—"

A pang; shot straight through your arm like a bullet—and all of a sudden, your whole body jerked to the side, eyes landing on a pair of brown ones; different to the ones you were just staring into.

The very pair of brown eyes that had been the first ones to greet you in this world.

"Ack! Steve!"

He was frowning, brows furrowed and eyes filled with so much dejection, you found yourself wanting to do nothing more than wrap him up in a loving hug and tell him he was worth the whole world.

"N/N," his voice came out soft, afraid, "what was that earlier? Did I... do something? Whatever it was, I'm sorry, please don't avoid me."

Dear lord, was he whimpering?

"No! Steve! No, no, no, no," you frantically shook your head from side-to-side, mentally beating yourself up for making him upset, "I just— I overreacted because of my arm."

One more cute, inquisitive stare from him and you finally broke. Damn his puppy dog eyes, was this how Eddie felt when you used them on him?

With a light sigh, your fingers found their way down the sleeve of your jacket, slowly bunching the material up to reveal the graying gauze underneath—yikes, looked like it was due for a change.

"Gah!"

Another tug—on your wrist this time—had you tumbling forward, almost smacking straight into Steve's chest had you not planted your feet and caught yourself in time.

He was so close—you could feel his breath on the bare skin of your arm, feel the warmth that radiated off his form. The proximity was almost causing you to lose focus in your vision, colours blending in to create blobs of indecipherable objects.

It didn't seem to bother him though, judging by the way his eyes stayed trained onto your bandages—not straying from them for even a second. Ever the caring one.

"What happened?"

"Oh, uh, just a wolf attack. It's nothing really."

"It's not nothing—" he finally looked up, gazing straight into your eyes with that familiar sense of concern given to you at the start of the day, and the day you arrived—you know? the one that never failed to give you a plethora of butterflies in your stomach? "—you're hurt. That could never be nothing."

Your breath was stolen from you for a few moments—unfairly and unlawfully—but soon, with a shake of your head, it (along with your vision) was seized once more. "Steve. I'm okay, really."

"At least let me take you to each class, please."

Well, when he put it like that—

But, in all seriousness, this was the perfect temporary solution to your problem and you were being handed it on a silver platter thanks to Steve. If you two really were as close as everyone claimed you to be, then Steve would definitely have your timetable memorised, meaning you wouldn't have to arise further suspicion by asking for a physical copy.

And have it memorised, he did. The rest of the day, he accompanied you to every class, looming behind you like a bodyguard and flat-out refusing to let you carry your stuff. Even when lunch came around and another pair of pompoms came to grab you, Steve was there to shut her down, not even giving you a chance to consider going to practice. Not that you would—you weren't stupid.

Soon, the end of the day rolled around and Steve was stood at the doorframe of your class, muscled arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wood with one foot crossed over the other.

"Let me drive you home."

You paused, hand frozen mid-air with a book slotted between your fingers. "It's okay, Cain's picking me—"

Just then, a thought occurred to you, and your mind dragged you back to your conversation in the early morning.

("I uh, actually have one today after school, if you wanna..?")

"—up..."

Oh shit, Eddie.

The book in your hand was inside your bag within milliseconds and you were right out the door in even less time than that, Steve's body having been slightly pushed aside in your haste.

"Woah, what's going—?"

You turned back around abruptly, almost causing him to bump into you had he not halted in time. "Do you know where Hellfire is?"

"Hellfire? That cult club?"

Your eye twitched. "It's not a cult—and I need to speak to Eddie."

His brows furrowed and his lips tugged down, expression shifting with an emotion you didn't have the time to decipher. "Eddie as in Eddie Munson? Super Senior Eddie Munson? Eddie 'The Freak' Munson?"

"He's not a freak, don't call him that." You narrowed your eyes before continuing, "and yeah, I mean Eddie Munson. So do you know where he is?"

"Why do you wanna know where Munson is?"

"I need to talk to him, Steve, now can you tell me where Hellfire is or not?"

"Are you sure? I mean, that kid sells some real serious shit and I don't want you—"

"Steve." Your arms folded over one another and you gave him the best stern look you could muster.

Luckily, it seemed to do the trick, and soon, he let out a large breath before briskly walking forward.

You blinked, watching as his back shrank with each step.

"You coming or what?"

Then, your lips stretched into a grin. "Coming! Thanks, Stevie!"

He didn't respond—and you could have been imagining it—but, your ears seemed to have picked up on a hitch in his throat.

Cute.

Steve led the way and you passed by a multitude of bland, white lockers—or well, meant to be white, they were obviously going grey with age though—before you found yourself standing in front of yet another tall, wooden door.

You rose a fist... and lightly knocked on it three times.

A muffled shout greeted you; a sign to open the door, probably.

Palm rested against the cold surface of the knob, you twisted your wrist and gently pushed against the weight of the wood.

A multitude of chairs, each one seating a wide-eyed member of the rejected club, with one specific throne placed at the head of a rather long table—Eddie's seat.

Speaking of the club leader, his arms stretched out the moment you peeked through the gap. "Miss Queen Bee! How nice of you to join us!"

You didn't even pay mind to the many gawks sent your way, practically used to it all by now.

"Hey Eddie!" You beamed and he smiled with just as much enthusiasm—though you swore you heard a growl coming from behind you. "I'm so sorry! I know I said I'd join you guys for this campaign but I completely forgot about my brother coming to pick me up! I'm so so so so sorry! I promise I'll join you next time!"

His shoulders sagged and he practically deflated, smile faltering as his eyes dimmed in lighting. It was only for a few seconds though, not even that long honestly, and soon, he was sending a gentle smile full of so much understanding your way—you almost flew over to give him another huge hug of utmost gratitude.

"It's okay, I get it. See you tomorrow?" His brows rose up and his eyes swirled with a sense of hopefulness you could never bring yourself to shut down.

"Of course," you spoke softer, eyes losing any hint of a sharp edge as you addressed him, "see you tomorrow!"

His smile was back, bright and blinding as ever—but before you could enjoy it any longer, your arm was tugged on and another pang shot through.

"Ack! Steve, seriously?!" You looked his way just in time to catch his furrowed brows and heavy frown, but his expression quickly shifted from one of fury to one of panic.

Wait... fury?

"Shit. Sorry, I completely forgot." He quickly took his hand off your arm in lieu of placing it on your shoulder, any hints of that previous expression now completely gone.

Did you just... imagine it?

"We should go, your brother's probably waiting for you."

"Yeah, uh—" you placed your hand over his own, brows furrowed and expression not all there, "—let's go."

Well that was confusing.

It wasn't long after your puzzling interaction that you found the grey, beat-down truck belonging to your eldest brother—parked up near the front of the school building with few vehicles nearby.

He was sat behind the wheel, elbow rested against the open window and used cig between his two fingers—still leaking the toxic gas youth in the 80s seemed to be so obsessed with.

"I'm guessing you wanna take her to school again, huh Harrington?"

Not wasting a second, your best friend nodded.

"Well, you never failed me before so I guess it's fine. If she's okay with it, of course."

Steve, once again, gave you those big, pleading eyes and—c'mon—how the hell do you refuse that?

"'Course it's fine with me, Stevie."

His lips quirked up and his eyes brightened much like Eddie's had earlier—though, unlike Eddie, Steve opted to go farther when expressing his delight.

How far? Well, his arms had wrapped themselves around your waist and you found yourself being pulled into a warm, sturdy chest—so, that far, you guessed.

You weren't quite... used to receiving affection so frequently—especially by a male friend. Though, judging by how naturally it seemed to come to Steve, he was normally quite touchy with you.

Now, you didn't particularly mind it, it was just... foreign to you—but, with time, you would definitely grow used to it. Besides, it was Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, who wouldn't want a daily hug from him?

"Alright, you two, break it up." Cain narrowed his eyes. "Don't think I don't see those wandering hands, Harrington. Don't you have a girlfriend?"

A particularly loud noise—that sounded like someone clearing their throat—came from beside you. It was followed by a sudden breeze against your waist and the following words—"they, uh, they weren't wandering."

"Sure." Then, with a flick of a finger, Cain's cigarette was sent flying through the air. "C'mon sis, time to go home."

"They weren't wandering, N/N—"

"I know they weren't, Stevie." You chuckled. "He was just teasing you."

You didn't let him respond—opting, instead, to ghost your fingers over his arm and wiggle them in one last goodbye before making your way around the truck, kicking a pebble or two while you were at it.

Your hand slotted between the handle and the knob, and with a pull—accompanied by a step up—you were off, leaving the dazed form of Harrington in the dust.

Houses, one after the other—zooming by in a blur of colours; of people and cars that still seemed so surreal to you. Being in the 80s was so... weird. There was one thing you hated for sure though—the lack of mobile phones.

Like, seriously?! What did a girl have to do in order to get some entertainment around here?! The TV shows weren't good and the VFX in films was enough to make you empty your stomach contents in a gross assortment of sickly green vomit. Maybe you were being spoiled but damn, living without the Internet to entertain you sucked.

"We've got new neighbours," Cain's voice pierced through your thoughts, "just moved in a bit ago."

New neighbours? Could it be...?

"When'd they move in?"

"A day or two ago." He shrugged.

"How did I not notice?" That question was more for yourself than him.

"We didn't particularly let you." But he answered anyway.

"Right. Did you see who they were?"

"They have a son, 'bout your age. Why? Do you wanna hook up with him or something?"

You slowly turned his way, expression scrunching up. "No, ew, you're gross."

"What? You're a teenager, it's only natural."

"True—but also, dude!"

His shoulders bounced up and down as he chuckled at your misery. Big brothers sure sucked sometimes.

"Alright, we're home. Get out, shithead."

You playfully rolled your eyes but obliged, jumping out of the elevated truck with a big swing of your arms before landing on the ground—a light 'thud' following after. Thank god you were on the sidewalk and not sinking into mud right now.

Well, now was as good a time as ever to test your little theory of who, exactly, had moved in to the previously-empty house next to yours.

Your eyes flickered to the side, scanning the house and frowning at the empty driveway that greeted you.

No blue camaro.

Maybe he was out on a drive? Cooling off some steam by recklessly going over the speed limit?

"What are you doing standing around? Get."

Guess it'd have to wait until tomorrow.

You twisted open the door to your house and were immediately greeted with the sound of grunts and plastic harshly smacking against plastic coming straight from the opening closest to you.

"What d'you wanna eat?" Cain's voice calls from behind you.

"You can cook?"

He sent you a weird look and you found yourself wanting to rip off a piece of duck tape, coat it in the most sticky glue you could find, and slap it bang in the middle of your lips.

"I've always cooked for the three of us."

"Right. Yes. You have always done that. Silly me." With a tiny giggle, you looked off to the side to eye the suddenly-very-interesting wall.

"Oookay, what do you want then?"

What did you want? You weren't particularly in the mood for anything—your mind was way too occupied for choices right now. How could you worry about food when your brain constantly replayed the events of the demodog attack and scenes that happened in Stranger Things as a whole?

"Alright—" you blinked, tossing your gaze forward again to see Cain heading to the kitchen, raising one rough arm to wave dismissively in your direction, "—I'll just make lasagne."

Then, you jumped as you heard a yell from the other room. "Fine by me!"

Maybe you could ask Curt if he had anymore info on the family next door. You were fairly certain it was who you thought it was but better safe than sorry, huh?

"Currtt."

You appeared from behind a pillar, slowly walking over to your second eldest brother with the most artificial smile you'd ever worn on your face.

"What?" His fist continued colliding with the bag.

"Do you know anything about our new neighbours?"

"Why the hell would I give a damn?"

Immediately, your smile fell. "Useless."

"What was that, you little shit?"

So much for getting info from him.

Well, you had time to spare so you might as well spend it gathering your thoughts some more.

First things first, you had no idea how to get back to your world—and to be entirely honest—you weren't sure if that was your top priority as much as surviving was. This was Stranger Things, a world that contained a hidden dimension filled to the brim with bloodthirsty, plant monsters that could, quite literally, rip you limb from limb.

There was also one glaring question that really stood out to you; one that prodded the back of your mind earlier today; that had you leaping into Eddie's arms in the first place. Could—

"Alright, shitbirds, dinner's ready!"

"Fucking finally."

Well, guess you had to wait for some other time to contemplate that question.

All three of you gathered at the table to eat and, as your fork prodded against the pasta sheets on your plate, you found yourself eyeing the two extra seats—empty and unoccupied. Were they for guests? Or perhaps... your parents?

Did you even have parents in this world? Curt and Cain never spoke about it—you never really saw anyone in the house other than them so... were you parent-less? It made sense seeing as Cain was the one who cooked for you three—a fact you weren't privy to before because of... wait, why didn't he cook before? You had been in this world for a few days now and you hadn't been cooked a single meal since arriving.

"Hey, Cain?" You turned to the eldest, keen on finding an answer to your question.

"Hm?"

"How come you never cooked before?"

"I have cooked before, what are you talking about?" He rose a brow.

Shit. Careful with phrasing.

"I meant like, when I was on house-arrest."

"Well, I don't know if you noticed but I was busy fixing a car commissioned to me by the Wheelers."

Ah, that made much more sense.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You haven't been acting yourself lately."

Well shit.

Before you could stutter out a response, he had already beat you to talking.

"Is it... 'cause of the attack?"

"Oh!" You saw the opportunity given to you and seized it. "Uh, yeah! I'm just... still shaken up by that wolf attack."

His lips tugged down and concern creased his brow, sending your heart into that constricting feeling for the nth time. You were starting to grow sick of it.

"You know what? I think I'm done."

"You barely touched your—"

"It was great, thanks, goodnight!"

"It's not even—"

You tuned out the rest of what he was trying to say, rushing up the stairs with loud 'thud's echoing after each step; hand barely resting on the rail as you zoomed by.

Did you have a valid reason for running away this time? Not really—at least, nothing as justified as when you ran from Steve before. Your only reason right now was... well, you didn't even know what it was.

All you knew was that your bed looked mighty comfy right now.

And comfy it was, you passed out as soon as you hit the mattress in fact, entering the land of slumber with nothing but the vast expanse of darkness to greet you when you arrived.

It seemed like only seconds passed before you felt your shoulders start to shake gently, long fingers wrapped around the exposed curves; long fingers you were now quite familiar with.

You eyes fluttered open and you were met with the soft, brown eyes of your best friend hovering over you.

"Steve? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to pick you up, Nance is waiting in the car."

His words brought your attention to behind him, seeing the shine of the sun's rays making its way through the clear glass of your window to light up your room and coat it in a warm, yellow glow. Unfortunately, you couldn't bask in the beauty of the scene for long.

"Oh shit! It's morning?!"

"Yeah—did you... sleep in your cheerleading outfit?"

"Yes, yes I did, Steve. Now get out so I can get ready!" You sprang up, placing both of your hands on his shoulders this time before you spun him around and pressed your palms against his back, lightly ushering him out of the room.

"You already look ready to me." He snickered.

"Oh shut up."

With that, you slammed the door shut in his face and quickly got to fixing your bedhead.

Luckily, you didn't have to change, but you definitely had to reapply your makeup which took quite a few minutes. That plus the time it took for you to refresh yourself in the toilet and you were looking at just narrowly avoiding being late to school.

Your feet carried you down the steps swiftly as your eyes locked in on the door, passing by a very flabbergasted Cain on your way there.

"Wait, you forgot to—!"

His words were cut off once you slammed the door shut, rushing down the front yard to stumble into the back seat of Steve's BMW, where both he and Nancy sat awaiting your arrival.

Your chest heaved up and down. "What are you waiting for?! Go!"

"We aren't late." Nancy replied, raising a brow at you.

"We... aren't?" You paused to catch your breath.

"No, we aren't."

You slowly turned your gaze to the left, meeting the ridiculous facial expression of your best friend; cheeks sucked in and eyes looking off to the side.

"Steve."

Then, a huge bout of laughter tumbled out of his mouth and you found your eyes scanning the interior of his car before landing on a half-full water bottle. Perfect.

Within seconds, you snatched it up and sent it hurdling towards the back of his head.

"Ow!"

"Not funny, asshole!"

"Liiittle funny."

"Just drive, Steve," sighed Nancy, fingers kneading through her temples.

"Thank you, Nancy," you huffed, "at least someone here isn't a dick."

Cue another snicker coming from the driver's seat.

You rolled your eyes as the car started up, bouncing you up and down against the smooth, leather seats. It was kinda bizarre how this was a car from back in the 80s but was still the most expensive car you had ever found yourself sitting in.

Okay, maybe the 80s didn't suck that much.

You still missed your phone though.

Now, you would've happily continued reminiscing all of your memories with your beloved device, but—just then—your ears picked up on a sound; one you were awfully familiar with, the roar of an engine you couldn't bring yourself to ignore even if you wanted to.

Your hand moved on its own, wrapping itself around the handle of the door before pushing it open as you placed one foot out, your other following straight after. Now leaning on top of the door of Steve's car, you gazed straight forward.

Metallic blue; shiny and glinting in the sun's rays. At the bottom, a yellow number plate stared you right in the eyes: PCE 235.

The left door clicked open and out came black boots paired with light blue jeans. Adorning them was a guy rocking a denim-on-denim look—blonde mullet rested comfortably on his head and striking, electric blue eyes scanning the parking lot with little emotion swirling inside.

Then, he made eye-contact with you, holding it for one, two, three seconds before breaking away, flicking his cigarette, and sauntering off in a way that exuded pure confidence.

There was no doubt about it, that guy was Billy Hargrove. And if he was Billy Hargrove, then that meant—

—the events of Season 2 had officially started.

@bdudette, @tanyaherondale, @killerqueenfan, @l3xiluve, @thedoubleexposurephotography, @xxqueenofdemonsxx, @briarsheart

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lis-likes-fics · 6 months

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Movie Night

Pairings: Robin Buckley Word Count: 1.7k words Kink: Thigh riding Warnings: NSFW, kinktober, thigh riding, swearing, implied oral (f!receiving), relatively vanilla... A/N: I'm late for Kinktober but I'm going to keep posting these until I finish. If I still have prompts left over, I am going to transfer it into a Christmas event and we'll call it. Thanks and enjoy!

A raspy giggle bubbles out of Robin's chest when you pull her closer to your chest. She'd gotten up to bring the plate of cookies from the kitchen and decided she'd just sit in your lap, expecting you to push her off and call her annoying when she blocks your view of the TV. Instead, you wrap your arms around her front and pull her down so her back is flush against your chest, biting her shoulder teasingly.

"What are you, a fucking dog?" she jokes, scooting off your lap after setting the cookies down and making you let go of her.

"Worse," you smile, leaning over to her and wrapping her back up in your arms to pull her back into you. "I'm your girlfriend."

"That is worse," she mumbles, grabbing a cookie and pouting when you take it just as she's about to take a bite. She just grabs another and rolls her eyes when you take a bite of yours and give it back.

You turn your eyes back to the screen, trying to catch back on to the plot and being unable to engage with it again. It was some kind of B-movie horror plot with a lot of fake blood, cliché jokes, bad graphics, terrible jumpscares, and honestly too many sex scenes that have at least one boob flash that has the both of you quieting down.

You and Robin have been together for a few good months, and they've been glorious months. Of course, your relationship is a secret among the world of people who aren't your fucked-up little group of weirdos and freaks, but you're happy. You're more than happy. And you can't be together for as long as you have been and not…experiment.

You and Robin have fucked before.

But you're still very awkward people who can only respond so well to pretty women with pretty boobs on screen. But you digress…

"What's this movie even about?" you ask, setting your chin on her shoulder and looking at her.

She shrugs her free shoulder. "I don't know. Steve gave it to me when I asked what we should watch tonight."

Just as the words come out, both your focus is stolen when the sounds of a girl's over-exaggerated moans reign through the living room after the sequence had cut to yet another sex scene.

When you turn, you're both met with a face full of bouncing boobs as the woman is meant to be riding some dude's lap. You scoff and roll your eyes to hide your fluster, but she just ducks her head and turns to you. It's awkward, watching these poor depictions of romance and sex on screen and being so…new to romance and sex in real life.

Your eyes lock with hers, and she gives you a smile upon seeing your pretty face so close to hers. Her gaze darts to your slightly chapped lips and wants to kiss you so, so much. So she does.

It took a shameful amount of time, for the both of you, but you have finally reached that point that you no longer have to ask the other one for hand-holding and hugs and kisses anymore. Steve and Eddie call you pathetic, and you are. But so are they, so it doesn't matter.

Her lips brush yours, and you pull her in to be rid of the petty shyness with your hand on the back of her neck. She hums against your lips and then pulls away, smiling prettily. "You know he picked this movie on purpose, right?" she mutters. "He's trying to get us to have sex."

You shrug, smiling to yourself as you stare at her lips. "We'll get him a bouquet or something," you say as you bring her close again.

Your curled lips move softly but insistently against her curled lips as you blindly reach for the remote to cease the incessant wailing of the "sex scene" that has honestly just gone way too long. You manage to get it paused as you adjust yourself to straddle Robin's lap. And she's happy to have you as her hands fall to your waist, and she makes sure you can't break away from her.

You hold her face in your hands, squishing her cheeks a bit. She's so pretty, you note in between kisses when you let your eyes open just enough to see the freckles dusting her cheeks and her nose and her forehead, and her face bare of any makeup, which brings out the beauty of her freckles even more.

She squeezes your waist a little tighter, lowering her palms to your waist and bringing you in closer. Her lips strayed from yours to graze the skin for your neck, tentative little nips and suckles at the flesh making you sigh as you bare your throat to give her space to decorate. Her nose nudges the bottom of your chin, and you chuckle lightly. You feel her smile at the vibrations in your throat when you do.

You graze your fingers along your shoulders, down her spine through her clothes as her back arches into you as a result. You swivel your hips down on her, searching for friction as the heat in your flesh rises. You feel her hand curl around your leg, shifting it over her lap so you sit on her thigh. You moan at the friction you find there as you shift your hips again.

Robin’s hand trails up to your ass again, pulling you closer as you continue to grind down on her. Her eyes are glued to you as they trail along your face, one of her hands raising from your hip to trace along the skin of your neck and feel the vibrations from the gentle moans that slip out. She wraps the hand around your neck and pulls you close, kissing your neck again and urging your hips with her free hand into another seductive roll.

You grind yourself a little rougher, your movements becoming more desperate as the wetness begins to seep through your shorts and stain the material of her jeans. She doesn’t seem to care, both her hands gripping your waist in favor of encouraging your eager pursuit against her thigh.

You whimper when she stops you, bringing you up to make you stand on shaky legs as she pulls you close by your waist again to lift your shirt enough to kiss your belly. You pull it over your head, and she pulls your shorts down your legs. You’re reaching for your panties when she just pulls you back down onto her thigh and kisses you again. She devours your mouth, this woman hungry for your desire much different from the girl you spent endless nights next to in front of the old television set watching B movies with.

You moan as the material of her jeans rubs at your clit rhythmically, separated only by the thin material of your cotton panties. Your arms come to rest behind her head, your fingers tangling in her hair as you kiss her with as much attention as you can spare with the way her thigh’s got you so distracted. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down hard on it as the pleasure rises deliciously in your belly. Your arousal is soaking through your clothes, only making your desire for her all the worse as does hers for you.

“God, you’re so wet,” she sighs, watching your pussy run against the fabric of her jeans. "Keep riding my thigh, baby. You're doing amazing."

Her name is a whimper from your throat as she encourages you. The pleasure is rising within you and your legs begin to ache and tremble against your efforts. "Bobbie, I'm gonna cum," you moan. "Shit, it's so good."

Her hold of your waist tightened a little more, her nails digging into your flesh as she attached herself to your lips and your jaw and your neck. She nods, concentrating on your grinding clit a little more. "Get yourself off on my thigh. Come on, baby, you can do it."

You keep rolling your hips, your breath shuddering at every little rub against your clit as the sensitivity heightened more and more. The pleasure crackled within your limbs, like pop rocks on your tongue or those sparklers you light with Robin on the Fourth of July.

And just like that, you press your body against Robin's as you cum, thighs trembling and chest heaving as you gasp a loud moan of her name.

"Oh, God," you huffed. "Fuck, Bobbie."

Robin listens to you with heavy breaths of her own, her kiss-swollen lips parted and her hooded eyes watching your every unfolding. "You look so beautiful, baby," she smiles. You hardly notice the way her hips shift, excited by your arousal while you're gripping her shoulders and resting your forehead on hers.

She watches you come down, rubbing your hands on her shoulders and neck before you're taking her lips on your own. She kisses you gingerly, a smile in the curve of her lips as she holds you tight.

"Oh, God! Please!"

You both turn toward the TV as the screaming of one of the characters you hadn't even realized existed is brutally (and comically) murdered on camera, a knife "stabbing" into her and "carving" her up like a Thanksgiving turkey.

You snicker, turning back to Robin and bursting into laughter upon seeing her face alone. She joins you, resting her head in the crook of your neck as her shoulders bounce with each laugh.

You tilt her chin up to kiss her again, and she chuckles against you. "Better?" she asks, raising a brow.

You nod, "Yeah." Reluctantly, you slip off her thigh and put your hands over your face as you take in the sight of her soaked pant leg. "Fuck, sorry."

She laughs. "I mean, I'm not complaining."

"You're fucking weird," you mutter, moving to your knees in front of her as you crook a finger around the waistband of her jeans.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

You undo the button. "Reciprocating."

"Oh," she stutters but doesn't object. You pull her jeans down her legs and push them apart. Her body blushes and she chuckles gently, giddily, before picking up the remote. "That can wait."

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jangofettjamz · 5 months

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Bullies

Tara Carpenter x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Your crush, Tara Carpenter, saves you from your bully.

Words: 1630

Y/N POV

Another day, another lecture. Our film studies class is filled with aspiring film directors, snotty film students who think they're better than everyone else because of their "elevated taste in movies" and then there's film nerds like me and a few others I know.

There's Mindy and Chad Meeks-Martin, nephews of their late uncle, Randy Meeks. We became friends not long after they came here. They recently came to New York from Woodsboro after an incident involving a couple who tried to create a movie that would revive the long dead horror franchise: Stab. Nuts I know.

Among Chad and Mindy was someone I found to be astoundingly beautiful, as if created by the gods themselves, Tara Carpenter. I've had a crush on this girl since I first laid my eyes on her. She's truly beautiful in every way, though I don't think she'd ever go for a guy like me.

Everytime I've had the chance to speak to her she's always been incredibly welcoming and really nice, she even got ice cream with me one time.

She never talks about what happened back in Woodsboro, but I never pry for answers which she appreciated alot, I can't imagine your best friend trying to kill you over a stupid movie.

I haven't told her that I have autism, and I don't know if I can. Everyone that I have ever known has been turned away from me after I tell them about my condition, I doubt she would be any different, even if she is very nice to me.

My bullies knew about it though, I don't know how but they definitely knew and they constantly mock me for it calling me "freak" or "spaz" just to name a few.

The lecture went on for what seemed like hours; my eyelids slowly closing to pull me into the comforting darkness of sleep. Unfortunately, that was interrupted when I felt a spitball hit the back of my neck from one of the boys in the back with his group of friends laughing alongside him: my bullies.

I sighed, this unfortunately, was the the norm for me here, the laughing stock of the college, the weirdo who can't talk to anyone because he's to shy to make friends. I was an outcast to everyone, and those boys sure took advantage of that.

I was about to try and move, but not after I noticed Tara staring down the boy who shot his spit at me, the fire in her eyes resembled that of Scorpion from Mortal Kombat, I was half expecting her to throw a kunai at the boy and shout "GET OVER HERE!!!" but that's just my imagination running wild, as usual.

The boy immediately sat down and shut up after that, not gonna lie I would too, I don't think I've ever seen her so upset.

The bell rang indicating that class was finished, I immediately scurried out of there to try and avoid those boys as quickly as possible, evasion was a specialty of mine after being bullied so much. I ignored everything the lecturer told us and swiftly made my way to the corridors.

I walked through the corridors holding my notes securely in my arms, the judging states by some of the students not going unnoticed by me. I decided that keep my head low would be the best course of action to avoid any potential trouble from one of the students; walking faster to get to get out of here as hastily as possible.

I found the door to the door outside, my fingers grazed the handle but then... "HEY FREAKSHOW!" I heard behind me, the sound that emanated from his shout echoed across the corridor, bouncing across their walls.

He walks towards me with aggression "Jackson..." I say quietly, not wanting to escalate the situation further, though that was inevitable.

He grabbed me by the collar, "You think you can just embarrass me infront of Tara like that?" I looked at him with confusion. I had enough of his shit

"Embarrass you? You embarrassed yourself when you decided to spitball me, I mean c'mon Jackson what is this, 1986? Besides i highly doubt she's into you anyways." I don't know where this confidence came from but it was immediately gone when I felt immense pain on the right side of my face from, what I can only assume, a punch.

I stumbled back and fell flat on my ass, another punch came soon after, and then another, and then another. Seven punches we're thrown my way, my vision was blurry and I could barely feel my face, I saw a faint figure wearing pink coming towards us.

Tara POV

"JACKSON" I shouted, he stopped immediately and looked at me. "What do you think you're doing beating him up like that, have you no sense of shame for what you're doing?" He looked at me confused, as though he thought I'd appreciate this.

"I'm just showing Y/N here why I'm better than him and proving why I'm the perfect man for you Tara." He winked at me, he actually winked at me, gross.

I slapped him in the face infornt of everyone then kicked him in the balls, a barrage of laughter erupted from the corridor leaving his friends speechless and him curled up on the floor in pain holding his balls. I knelt down to him and whispered in his ear.

"If you ever come near Y/N again, you're dead. Do you understand me?" No answer came, only pained whimpers. "I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!" I shout. "Yes yes, please don't hurt me I'm sorry!" He cried, what a pathetic excuse for a human being, beating on someone for being 'weak' then behaving like this when someone stands up to him.

"Get the fuck out of here Jackson, and your friends" he ran away holding his balls, his friends following behind him; cowards, all of them. My attention turned to Y/N, who was pretty banged up from Jackson. He was crying and curled up in a ball, all eyes were on him but no one dared to make fun of him, not after what just happened to Jackson.

I kneel down to his level and console him, he thrashed my arms away thinking it was Jackson. "Shhhh it's okay Y/N, it's me Tara. It's okay now, everything's gonna be okay." I cooed softly in a calming tone. He opened his eyes and met my gentle brown ones.

I opened my arms for him "c'mere sweetheart" he threw himself into my arms and cried into my shoulder, poor baby. I've always had a crush on him and seeing him this upset broke my heart. "Let's get you out of here, yeah?" He nodded into my shoulder and I walked him out of the corridor; away from everyone's prying eyes.

Once we were outside I sat him down with me on a bench, still holding him close. "It's okay Y/N, it's just you and me now. Are you okay?" He shook his head, he was just pummeled in the face of course he's not okay, stupid question Tara.

"Why does he hate you so much, sweetie?" I ask, genuinely curious as to how someone could hate this magnificent boy. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Um... I have autism." He says, averting his eyes away from me as if I'd hate him for it.

"Is that it? That's why he bullies you?" I ask and he nods, what a piece of shit, to hate someone because they were born with a condition, and he thought I'd date him. He begins to cry again

"Please don't hate me, you're really nice to me and one of the only people who treat me with any kind of respect, I don't want to be bullied anymore!" He sobbed out, I held him tight against my chest which became wet with his tears but I couldn't care less about that.

He was shaking in my arms, those boys really tormented him. "Oh honey, I could never hate you for that. In fact, I've had the biggest crush on you since we met, you're so smart and sweet, you're so passionate about the things you like, you're so kind to everyone. Mindy's been bugging me to ask you out for the longest time."

He pulls back and looks at me utterly confused. "Really? You like me?" I reassure him "

I like you very much sweetie, and I'm honored that you told me about your autism, that's not an honor I take lightly." He smiled brightly, blush spreading across his cheeks. "There's that beautiful smile" I cooed.

"I've had a crush on you since we had ice cream together, you're very beautiful Tara." He said, now making me blush.

"Can I kiss your cheek sweetie?" I ask, not knowing whether he's comfortable or not. He nods and I plant a gentle kiss to both his cheeks, his smile could light up an entire city.

I wipe away the rest of his tears and hug him tightly again. "You're mine now Y/N, and I'm yours. You're safe now honey, no one will harm you ever again." I kiss his forehead and rock him gently in my arms.

"Thank you, Tara." He says quietly, he's been through hell and I'm glad I pulled him out of it.

"Don't thank me baby boy, you deserve to have peace. Just rest now, sweet boy. I've got you, everything's gonna be okay" I whisper, holding him closely, listening to the birds chirp as I rock him while sitting on the bench. After Woodsboro and what happened with Ritchies family a few weeks ago, I thought my life was gonna be bleak and miserable...

Turns out I was wrong.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #male reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna marie ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you

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ladykibutsuji · 11 months

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"Treat You Better"

Tsugikuni Brothers x Reader

CHAPTER 1: Rejection and Comfort

Yoriichi x Reader x Michikatsu

MODERN AU

Series

WARNING: Swearing

I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE, I GOT IT FROM PINTEREST

"Oh hello Mrs. Tsugikuni, I hope you don't mind me bringing my Daughter in the office. She wouldn't stop pestering me about wanting to see my work place"

"Oh my~ what a coincidence..I also brought my boys with me today."

You are hiding in your mother's back and peeked over to find 2 boys who looks similar to each other staring at you, You suddenly became more shy and nervous since you didn't really know how to act around people you hid your face in your mother's back gripping tight on her dress.

Akeno the tsugikuni twin's mother looked at her watch to check the time and noticed that the meeting is about to commence

"meeting is about to start, boys I want you to behave around Mrs. L/N'S daughter and be nice to her okay?" The mother of the brothers patted their head while your mother gave you a kiss on the forehead "I'll be back when it's over honey."

You waved goodbye to your mother who was already walking away, you and the tsugikuni brothers were sitting in a couch close to the window you could see the beautiful view from up there so you decided to just observe outside.

"it's beautiful isn't it?" The young tsugikuni asked while still looking at the view, you hummed and nodded.

He turned to look at you "I'm yoriichi, what's your name?", You just stared back at him and was too shy to response. "I-" the other tsugikuni brother interrupted your conversation "Tch, don't waste your time on her yoriichi. She's a weirdo she can't even talk!"

You and Yoriichi then turned to face the other brother, yoriichi gave him a don't-be-mean look while you gave him a sad look, "Stop staring at me freaks" he huffed and walked away not wanting to deal with his younger brother and the "weird girl"

When he was out of sight, yoriichi then turned back to you and noticed the tears in your eyes. He looked concerned about you so he patted your hair "Don't worry about him, he is always like that but he is also nice if you get to know him more."

You covered your face not wanting him to see you cry, yoriichi felt helpless and didn't know what to do when he see a girl crying so he tried his best to comfort you by patting your head, patting your back and getting you water.

You stopped crying and a sigh of relief came out of yoriichi, "Am I really weird?" You asked him. He responded "No, I think you are really beautiful"

This compliment made your heart fluttered, so you gave him a warm smile to which he returned with a smile aswell.

—

After that interaction, you became closer to yoriichi eventually leading to becoming close with the other tsugikuni brother aswell because of how often you stay in their home.

You would watch them practice their acting skills together and both were pretty good at it though you must admit that yoriichi had a bit more talent than his brother, despite this however you couldn't help but fall Inlove with the older brother. Sure yoriichi had the talent but michikatsu had the charm.

Your mother tried to get you into acting however you refused since you didn't really wanted to become an actor instead you wanted to be an Artist.

—

Years flew by and your bond with the tsugikuni brothers increased day by day, but not only did your bond with them increase they also increased and gained popularity in Japan because of the roles they played in a Famous Movie.

Their careers was taking off though yoriichi seemed to be more popular than his own older brother michikatsu. Unfortunately michikatsu noticed this and felt jealousy burned onto his whole body so he promised to be more successful than yoriichi. It doesn't matter how hard or how complicated the path is all he wanted to do was to be more successful than anyone else. Greed had taken over the Elder Brother

TIME: 6:09 AM

RING RING RING

The ringing from your phone woke you up and God knows how much it irritated you, it was too early for someone to be calling you.

-Picks up-

: Yori, stop calling me every 6 AM it's fucking annoyinggggg

Y: Oh.

Sorry for waking you up Y/N, I just wanted to ask if you want to get Starbucks with me I just returned to Japan earlier and it's been a while since we hangout.

: wow, you really woke me up to get Starbucks

You sighed at the call and was going to refused until you noticed how long yoriichi was gone and you did kinda miss him.

: Okay fine, let's get Starbucks I'll just get ready

Y: Great! I'll be picking you up, chat me when you are ready!

Beep beep

You stood up lazily and went to the bathroom to take a warm shower, after a warm shower you took your blower out to dry your hair.

You then walked out the shower and sat on your chair Infront of a mirror, you started doing your make up though it wasn't too much make up you only put a little.

"what should I wear today?" You asked yourself, you went through your closet and tried to find the best outfit that will suit you.

After what seems like years you finally found a good outfit to match for the day and just in time your doorbell rang

You quickly rushed to the door to open it and there appeared a man who's standing.

"am I too early?" Yoriichi asked, you then shook your head "I haven't even chatted you yet but you are on time." You couldn't help but noticed how he got even more handsome. If he got this handsome then I wonder how his brother looks like right now

"let's go then?"

You nodded your head and walked behind yoriichi, he opened the car's door for you "Still the gentleman I met huh?" Yoriichi chuckled and you got into the car, yoriichi closing it once you got comfortable. He then went to the other side of the car to seat in the driver's seat while you in the passenger seat.

While driving your phone buzzed and you decided to check it out

>4 NEW MESSAGES

[AIZETSU]

Hey Y/N

Are you still planning to confess to michikatsu?

I don't think you should right now

I have a bad feeling about it

[Y/N]

Ehh why so sudden? I literally prepared a whole month for this confession 🙄

[AIZETSU]

Ehmm, have you seen the news?

Michikatsu seems to be dating a singer who's name is Nakime.

[Y/N]

Oh her? Well he said it was just Rumours and he is not dating anyone at the moment:p

[AIZETSU]

mhm, I see.

—

You turned off your phone

"We are here, it's my treat by the way." Yoriichi said as he got out the car to open your door, he then put on his hoodie and wore glasses since he can't go places without having obsessed fans all over him.

You entered Starbucks and Went to sit at the best table possible, both of you were waiting for your order so you decided to catch up with him while waiting.

"so how are you yori?"

He then responded "I'm good thank your for asking. How about you?" He paused "Are you still Inlove with my brother?"

Yoriichi knew your admiration for his brother and you were pretty open to him about it.

You then blushed a bit as he said those words "Of course!"

"why not me" he muttered under his breath

"Sorry I couldn't hear that" you were confused since his voice was too low that you couldn't hear anything

"nothing" he said calmly, your food and drinks arrived so you shook it off.

After a few minutes of silent, you broke the silence "Yori, I have something to tell you"

Yori who was eating focused all his attention on you "Go ahead."

"I'm planning to confess" You paused for a short time making eye contact with yoriichi, "On Saturday night."

Yoriichi gave you a slight nod but he was actually hurting. Wait why was he hurting? He wasn't supposed to be feeling like this he should be happy instead. This isn't right

Yoriichi was about to say something but unluckily someone was ringing his phone, "wait I'll be right back." He said as he went outside to take the phone call.

After a few minutes yoriichi came back with a sad face, "I'm sorry Y/N but I have to cut this reunion short. Emergency."

You then nodded and held his other hand "No need to be sorry, thank you for treating me!" You could of have swore you saw yoriichi blushing for a bit before looking away from you

"I'll drive you home" he said as the both of you packed the foods and drinks that was barely touched.

—

"thank you for spending time with me y/n"

Yoriichi expressed as you waved him goodbye, you then went back inside your house and sighed. It was pretty tiring even though it was for only a short amount of time. You then decided to play something for a while in your phone to kill time since it was your day off you nothing much to do.

You were in the middle of fighting the boss until your phone lagged to the amount of notification

"What the fuck man"

>100 NEW MESSAGES

You then sighed and and went to check what the hell was going on and the notification was from your friendgroup's GC

[Mitsuri]

No way! Y/N was gonna confess!! And she didn't bother telling us 😡

[Muichiro]

wow.

[Shinobu]

Oh my~ that's really rude of her keeping secrets from us.

[Sanemi]

Tch, the notifications are fucking annoying! I literally lost because of you all dumb bitches

[Tengen]

What an L for keeping secrets

[Kyojuro]

And who is the lucky guy!

What is his address!

[Giyuu]

What did you need the address for?

[Iguro]

Don't tell me it's the guy from her office.

[Gyomei]

Guys I got a kitten.

[Kagaya]

Let me see:)

[Y/N]

WTF

I JUST BACKREAD A LITTLE

Where the fuck did you get the information from?

[Mitsuri]

Well, that isn't the main focus right now

Why didn't you told us sooner >:<

[Tengen]

Genya told us

[Genya]

Snitches get no bitches

[Tengen]

Hey! I have 3 girlfriends you have none

[Y/N]

Genya??

I don't even talk much with him

[Genya]

Well ..

Aizetsu told me, I'm sorry 🥹

[Tanjiro]

Please don't be too mad at him y/n-san!

[Y/N]

AIZETSU THAT BITCH

—

Private Message: Aizetsu Hantengu

[Y/N]

Oi Aizetsu>:(

Why did you tell genya!

[AIZETSU]

SORRY Y/N PLEASE FORGIVE ME🥺🥺

WE HAD AN AGREEMENT AND I WAS TEMPTED 🥺🥺

HE SAID HE WOULD GET ME NEW SPEAR AND I WANTED MORE TO MY COLLECTION 🥺🥺🥺 SORRY PLS🥺🥺 I CAN GIVE YOU SOME OF MY SPEARS🥺🥺

[Y/N]

It's so fucking hard to resist you.

Fine, I forgive you since you didn't tell them the name anyways

[AIZETSU]

yey :D

—

You put down your phone and started thinking about the confession you were going to do

"what if it fails?" You layed down facing the ceiling, "fuck it I guess."

Day: SATURDAY

Time: 8:00 PM

Just yesterday, Y/N asked Michikatsu if he was free for a little dinner on Saturday and luckily michikatsu agreed since he didn't have any plans.

when michikatsu arrived, he noticed the restaurant was a bit far away from the city and it was in a more calmer environment. It was full of trees and flowers. When he entered the inside it was very big and beautiful there were not so much people in the restaurant so he didn't need to wear his hoodie and glasses to escape those obsessive fans of his.

He then walked over to the lady in the very middle of the restaurant, "Hello sir, do you have any reservations?" She greeted him politely

"yes the reservation is under the name of a friend of mine, L/N Y/N" he answered in a gentle tone.

"No problem! I'll have one of the waiters lead you to your table" she then called out a waiter who wore such elegant suit and he leads michikatsu to the destined table to which Y/N Reserved.

The table was in the balcony, a great choice indeed. the view was very refreshing it doesn't look real it looks like it came out from a fantasy world. the full moon was also perfectly displayed onto the night sky, The Sakura tree was also on full bloomed and the butterflies were playing on the flowers itself.

The table's design was unique, it had a few candles in the middle and the chair was well-designed with a few flowers on them.

He then spotted you in a nice black dress with a moon necklace on your neck as The wind was playing with your (H/C) Hair gently

"was I late?" Michikatsu asked in a calm tone while walking over to his seat. He then caught a glimpse of your beautiful (E/C) eyes It was so captivating that it almost captured his heart.

But again how can you capture someone's heart when you already have it in the first place

"No, you were right on time. Michi" you responded.

"Shall I take your orders ma'am, sir?" The waiter asked.

You hummed in response and michikatsu nodded. After you were done giving your orders you decided to chat with michikatsu, To kill time.

"how are you Michi?" You asked while placing both your hands on your lap. "Kokushibo. I prefer to be called kokushibo, I'm doing pretty good..and you?"

You then tilted your head slightly, why did he changed his name all of the sudden? "Kokushibo? What's with the sudden change of name?"

"I just thought that it suits me perfectly." He responded and looked at the moon "how's your career y/n?", You then thought of an answer you really don't know if it's going well or not because lately you have been getting more stressed and stressed because alot of commission keeps coming one after another.

"it's good, I have alot of commissions but at the same time it's so tiring." You sighed

"your orders are here ma'am, sir!" The waiter then placed a few food on the table with a Expensive wine.

Once the waiter left, Michikatsu, wait no.

Kokushibo looked at you and tilted his head "what's the event y/n? These things are too fancy and I'm guessing there is something important?"

"you'll find out soon enough." You hummed and continued eating your food while kokushibo just looked at you confused.

After you finish your meals, you immediately invited kokushibo to the water fountain at the other side of the balcony, he agreed though he was still suspicious because of these fancy stuffs.

When the both of you reached the fountain you started talking more about your life and career, you were getting more nervous each words you both shared since it was almost midnight and you had to confess to him today since you wouldn't get a chance like this anymore.

While he was talking you immediately inhaled and exhaled, kokushibo then asked you if you are okay to which you slightly nodded. With all the courage you have you then stood up and faced him. There's no running back now

"michi- I mean kokushibo, I have something to tell you!" You expressed while red on your cheeks were visible.

Kokushibo then looked at you curiously, "Yes?"

"I...I always admired you ever since we were kids and up until now I still a do, your presence makes me feel at ease and I savor every moment we spent with each other. Creating arts was always a hundred times better when you were right by my side supporting me—" you then paused. Feeling embarrassed, you were going to die if you continued on. Aizetsu helped you with your confession speech and you just took his advice

Kokushibo then turned away from you slightly

"I'm not interested." He said with almost no emotion on his voice

Hearing this your world shattered and you felt regret and sadness burn throughout your whole body not sparing an inch.

"I'm..close to becoming a successful Hollywood star and I had a contract with Moon's company. I'm not allowed to date anyone who's not assigned for me." He sighed and turned to you slightly "I'm not losing my career just for a mere artist who won't do me any good."

Mere artist?

Hearing this, you realized you weren't good enough for him. You wanted to cry but no tears were coming out "I see."

"I'll be taking my leave, I have a lot of work to do." Kokushibo said as he left you standing in the middle of the water fountain.

Honestly you didn't care much about the rejection but when he said "Mere Artist" you felt a bit angry, does he really look down on you just because he's more successful than you are?

> 2 new messages

You then took out your phone from your purse

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[Yoriichi]

Sorry for being busy.

How did the confession go?

[Y/N]

...

[Yoriichi]

Are you okay?

[Y/N]

I got rejected

As I expected he was too good for me anyways.

[Yoriichi]

He did??

Where are you right now?

I'll pick you up

[Y/N]

I'm somewhere far away from the city

Yamoha Hills, Utsukushi-sa Chō Restaurant

[Yoriichi]

Wait there I'm coming

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after an hour, yoriichi finally arrived and he saw you outside the restaurant with your arms hugging your own body. It was really freezing outside so he rushed over to you and gave you his coat.

"You're too beautiful to be in such a situation like this Y/N." Yoriichi said as he hugged you while you hugged him back

"I don't like seeing you like this, let's just go watch movie at my house so you could cheer up" yoriichi suggested, you just nodded your head

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Kokushibo's POV

I didn't mean to reject her like that.

I didn't mean any words I said. I was just too stressed and I didn't know she liked me back aswell.

Those thoughts raced in my head while I sat at the edge of my bed. I fucked up and I regretted it. I have been overthinking about the whole situation for hours

When I come to think about it, I do want to be in a relationship with her but privately since I have a dating contract with Nakime no one has to find out.

Maybe I can talk things out with her, I'll talk to her personally.

I then sighed and stood up, I was a bit thirsty so I went into the kitchen however when I walked passed my brother's room I heard giggles.

A girl's voice? no. It wasn't just any girl

Y/N?

I then peeked over at the door out of curiosity only to find my younger brother and y/n laughing at each other's joke while they are watching a movie, seeing this sight made my blood boil.

Why does he keeps taking everything away from me? I clenched my fist in anger.

I'm not letting him take her away from me.

I don't care what I have to do, I'll make sure my younger brother knows his place.

END OF CHAPTER 1

OFF-SCREEN

• Aizetsu actually helped you pay the bills at the fancy Restaurant even though you didn't need him to help you. he insisted on doing so.

• Mitsuri and Shinobu helped on picking a Nice dress for you.

• Muichiro is the one who bought you the Moon necklace.

• Muichiro and Yuichiro are Cousins of Yoriichi and Kokushibo in this story.

• The hashiras are your friendgroup in this story

• The Uppermoons and Muzan will be included soon in other parts:)

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #fanfiction #demon slayer #yoriichi x reader #kokushibo #michikatsu x reader

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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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Catching Munson - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Overprotective Dustin, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Blowjob, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

A/N: I've been writing like crazy for Munson because this man has stolen my whole heart! I haven't been able to watch this new season, so please, go easy on me. <3

You walked through the school's cafeteria with your little brother Dustin, heading towards your usual table where all the members of Hellfire were sitting.

Dustin was a little upset that Eddie Munson was flirting with you this morning after class. You found it adorable how overprotective he was of his big sister. But, he knew from the moment he introduced Eddie to you that he was going to be a big problem.

You could promise every time he caught Eddie winking at you or eyeing you from across the Hellfire table, Dustin would become extremely irritated.

That's why you and Eddie agreed to keep your relationship a secret because even though Dustin was best friends with Eddie and greatly looked up to him, he’d probably attempt to kill him if he found out his sweet, innocent older sister was dating Eddie Munson, the metal head weirdo, also rumored to be a “freak in the sheets,” by Munson himself when he was conversing with some of the older members of hellfire, trying his best to impress you.

The reality was, before you he did have much experience, besides the daily masturbation sessions he spent thinking about you.

“Just, please, don’t let Eddie flirt with you like that,” Dustin told you as you placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring smile.

“Alright, Dusty. I promise I won't let him.”

Eddie bit his inner cheek as he watched you walk over. His gaze was glued onto you, subtly staring at your body, especially your exposed thighs.

You and the freshman sat down at the table, and Eddie shot you a warm smile one that he showed no other person, only you.

Your heart fluttered as you shot him one back.

“Hey, Hendersons.” Eddie greeted.

“Mhm...” Dustin murmured, deciding to play the quiet game with Eddie for flirting with his sister.

You elbowed his arm softly but hard enough for him to get the point. “Ow-” He looked at you, gawking and groaning under his breath, “Hi, Eddie.”

“Is something wrong, Dustin? Is y/n beating you?” Gareth joked from across the table, earning a laugh from the rest of the group.

“No… I'm just thinking.”

Eddie sneakily slipped his hand under the table and slid it up to your bare thigh, resting his hand dangerously high, while he continued his conversation with Gareth and the two freshmen who joined in. His hand teasingly squeezed your flesh, making your body freeze as you unloaded your lunchbox.

Once Eddie noticed Dustin wasn’t in your direction, he leaned in close and whispered, “You coming over tonight, Sweetheart?”

“Not tonight, Ed’s. I have to watch Dusty.”

He dramatically sighed and gave you a little pout that made you softly chuckle at his childlike behavior.

Your mother was forcing you to stay home with your brother while she was having dinner with her friends. She didn't want her sweet, little man to be all alone.

Later that evening, she came home earlier than expected, so you decided to take your mom's car and lie, telling her that you were going to the movies with Robin, but really, you were heading over to Eddie’s to cuddle and smoke some weed.

You hopped out of the car, excited to surprise your boyfriend, and went to the front door. You knew his uncle wasn’t home, so you let yourself in using their key under the mat.

It was like second nature. The two of you became so used to walking in without knocking that Eddie almost got caught one time when he forgot your family was home. Luckily, he ran up the stairs into your room before Dustin and your mother saw.

You cautiously opened the front door, doing your best not to make too much noise as you snuck inside. You glanced around the living room. There was no sight of Eddie until you looked down the hallway towards his dimly lit bedroom. You could hear a faint rustling noise coming from his room, making your eyebrows furrow with confusion as you slowly took a couple of steps down the small hallway. You heard another outcry of noise and some mumbling that you couldn't make out until you stepped closer.

“Fuck, Y/n…” Eddie breathly grunted.

You froze for a second as realization hit you. Eddie was masturbating. You resisted yourself from entering and peaked your head into his poster-filled room, watching as Eddie's dominant hand eagerly wrapped around his length and stroked his cock. He was staring at one of the many naked polaroid photos he’d taken of you.

It was a picture he took of you before school. You had just woken up, and we're sitting back against the bed, only wearing his hellfire tee, your bent legs spread, giving him a view of your pantieless slit as you gazed at the camera with a small smile.

Eddie laid there, imagining your mouth was wrapped around his cock instead of his hand, your head bobbing against his cock, taking in every last inch. He tightened his grip just below the tip and tried his best to make the same movements you would as he pumped his cock, feeling pre-cum leaking down his underside and hand.

“Holy… Christ.”

The sight made wetness form in your underwear as you watched him, withering from the picture of you, his hips bucking in his hand, letting out little grunts and whimpers.

You hated to interrupt him, but you badly desired to give the poor boy what he craved, so you slowly stepped into the room and gently knocked on the doorframe.

“Jesus!” Eddie blurted out, jolting up in his bed as his head swung towards the door in a panic. His eyes widened, seeing you standing there, leaning against the door frame as you stared at his length, which was still clutched in his grip.

Eddie’s face immediately turned the brightest shade of red you’ve ever seen, “Y/n! W-what are you doing here?”

“I didn't have to babysit, so I thought I’d come over and surprise you.”

He sheepishly let go of himself after realizing and embarrassingly covered up with one of his old blankets, setting your picture aside.

“H-how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know you were thinking about me.” You smirked, eyeing the standing bulge under his blanket that sat in his lap. The sight made your heart jump out of your chest. You yearned to have his cum filling your mouth, make him tremble beneath you as you suck that pretty cock of his.

“Want me to help you, Munson?” You asked innocently, walking over to his bed as you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it across his messy room.

“Please.” He breathly sighed with relief, nodding eagerly as he slowly pulled the blanket off and watched you unclip your lacy bra.

Eddie admired your perfect, soft breasts. The sight made his cock ache as his warm pre-cum spilled down his manhood and dripped down his balls onto the mattress beneath him.

You crawled up and laid down between his thighs. Your fingers gently wrapped around the base of his cock and swirled your tongue around the head. The taste of his sweetened pre-cum spreads around in your mouth. Your lashes batting as you gazed up into the big brown eyes that stared back with lust, listening to him grunt, feeling you tease his pumping veins along his cock.

Eddie was already about to explode into euphoria just by watching you part your sensual, slickened lips and roll down his dick and engulf him in wet warmth.

You pushed your hand down your body and teasingly squeezed your breast, leaving little red marks against your skin as you did. Your throat vibrated around him as you let out a low moan, toying and pinching your nipples.

Eddie adored watching you suck him off. He loved the way your mouth worked against him, how you knew exactly what he needed, and how your lips grew to become swollen with his cum trickling down them.

You took his whole length, feeling his pulsing tip hit the back of your throat as his dark brown pubic hair tickled your nose. You began bobbing your head up and down against his cock, mouth moving around him at a perfect pace.

“Don't stop, sweetheart, I'm gonna cum!” Eddie muttered, tangling his fingers within your hair.

You hollowed your cheeks around him and rocked your head at a faster speed. That was enough to make him release the built-up tension burning in his stomach. “Mhmyfuckinggod!” Eddie moaned, tossing his head back against his pillows.

His warm seed spilled out into your throat as his hips rapidly shook from after-shock. Your hand was pumping the base of his cock, getting out every last drop of his sweet tasing cum as you swallowed.

Eddie slowly pulled his dick out of your mouth and stared down at you with his adorable dilated eyes, his hand reaching down, gently tracing your wet, swollen lips with his thumb as you looked up at him with that innocent-looking gaze.

“Ride it, sweetheart.”

Your head bounced and did as you were told. You sat up and unbuttoned your pants, discarding your jeans and panties on the bed.

You crawled on top of him and positioned your knees on either side of his hips, placing your dripping cunt against his tip before slowly sitting down on it, feeling his cock push and fill you perfectly.

You let out a breathy moan as you put your hands on his chest, fingers clenching onto the fabric of his hellfire tee as your hips began rolling. Your pussy rode his cock, building a faster pace with every upward stroke.

Eddie watched you on top of him as you used him for your pleasure. Sweat dripped from his bangs that stuck to his forehead. His length hardened from the feel of your warm walls stretching around him. It was driving him wild. You looked like a fucking angel, an angel he was about to ruin.

He gripped your waist and steadied himself before lifting his hips and roughly driving his cock into you, hitting the perfect spot as he continued pounding into your tight cunt.

Your tits bounce up and down as you feel your body trembling, letting-out loud pornographic moans that fill the tiny trailer and the sounds of his small twin-size bed squeaking with each thrust as if it was about to break.

Your powerful orgasm ripped through your contracting cunt, spilling your white milky cum down his length.

The sensation was too perfect for Eddie to handle. His thrusting hips shook beneath you, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he spilled his warm seed inside you, filling you to the brim.

Your body slumped over, his chest against yours while the two of you caught your breaths and rode through your highs.

Cum slowly split down his length and dripped onto the mattress beneath the two of you, marking the bed with little stains.

You were sleepy and still a little dazed after your strong orgasm, and Eddie knew it, so he held your waist, rolled you over on your back, and delicately slid himself out of your warmth. He leaned down, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead, bringing a soft smile to spread across your face.

“Let me get you a warm towel, princess.”

Eddie quickly hopped off the mattress and stepped out of the room, coming back with a clean towel wet with warm water. He cleaned you up and gave you little kisses across your shoulders as he did before throwing the rag across the room and grabbing your waist, pulling you back into his arms.

“You think your mom would let you stay with me the whole night?”

“Definitely not, unless you want my mom and Dusty finding out.”

Eddie paused, really taking a moment to think about it, before letting out a bummed-out sigh, “Yeah, that probably wouldn't be good…”

You looked down at his hand that was holding your waist and fidgeted with the ring on his middle finger, “... I could make up an excuse that I was too tired to drive home and was staying at Robin’s for the night.”

“Fuck yeah! We can cuddle all night, maybe smoke some weed, and watch movie before we fall asleep!” Eddie excitedly listed off the things as he smiled widely.

You lifted and gave him a sweet kiss against his plump lips, sure enough, that you probably weren't gonna make it throughout the movie before falling asleep in his arms from how cozy they were.

You slowly pulled away and shot him a little smile, “Sounds like a perfect night, Ed’s.”

It was 11:30 am when Dustin rode up to Eddie's trailer at the agreed-upon time. Dustin parked his bike beside the house just as he spotted his mother's car, parked in the driveway.

His mouth fell open. He knew you took the car and didn't come home last night.

Suddenly, you were awakened by a loud pounding on the front door and Dustin shouting from behind it. “Eddie! I swear to God if my sister’s in there…”

Your body shot up in bed, as did your boyfriend, and reached for the sheets, covering your nude body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Eddie muttered, running up and across the room, throwing his shirt and boxers on as fast as possible.

“Why the hell is Dustin here?” You asked, looking over at Eddie for answers.

“I forgot your brother needed to pick up something.”

Your hand palmed your face as you uttered profanity.

“Just… Try to be quiet. I’ll try to talk to Dustin.”

You nodded, watching him run out of the room and disappear down the hall with a pair of jeans slung over his shoulder.

You could hear the faint sound of Eddie tripping over his legs as he put on his jeans before the sound of his door opening.

“Hhhhey bud…”

Dustin stood there with hostility, anger written across his face. He was a concerned brother, and he needed some answers, “Where's my sister?”

“Y/n? She's- She's not here right now, dude.”

“Eddie, that's my mother's car! She literally took it out last night.”

“Yeah, I went to the movies and stayed with Robin for the night.” You answered, walking up behind Eddie, fully dressed with a D&D book fastened around your arms, “I wanted to do you a favor, so I picked up the book you're borrowing from Eddie.”

You gave a small smile and stepped out beside Dustin, handing him the item as he looked at you with a confused expression. Eddie subtly sighed with relief that you were there to help.

“So you stayed with Robin like… The whole night?”

“Yes, Dusty… Where else would I have been?”

“I- I guess… Nevermind.” Dustin shook his head and glanced down at the book.

“Well, thanks again for letting him have that.” You gave your appreciation to Eddie, who stood there, extremely impressed by how fast and believable you were.

“Y-yeah, of course, at least that book will get some good use.”

“Why don't you put your bike in the trunk, Dusty. I’ll drive you home.” You said, nudging your brother's shoulder, watching his head nod before running over and grabbing his bike. You turned around, noticing the smirk spread across Eddie's face.

“See you around, munson.” You teasingly winked, stepping back to the car.

Eddie put up the phone symbol with his fingers and mouthed, ‘Call me later, sweetheart.’

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #dustin henderson #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #quickiesgirl writing

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pumpkinstrawbrew · 6 months

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(a second batman x venom crossover. i mean, they just kinda keep having similiar themes all around, an' with two my fav halloween freaks. i cannot just pass this chance, haha.

either way, jon n' jack havin' a swell time as you can see. they're at the bottom of the food chain quite literally. poor twinky ghouls are about to become a dinner in more ways, than one. how unfortunate for them! but what a feast for a nosferatu n' alien parasite. one drinks 🩸, the other love eatin' human 🧠, so it's no biggie that both jon an' jack are scrawny an' undernourished. their predators aren't after their meat or limited fat. they are after more individual body parts an' components.

so yes, this is my halloween 'special' thingy! a conjoined mash-up about big bad predator an' their twangy, evil prey. the sort of dynamic, that both pairs had going on at one point or another. less so 'canically' for scarebat, since that series of comics *where batman was a savage vampire* is technically a separate 'what if' reality. but still, jon n' jack had a very real brush with smth, that is way stronger than them. an' only one made it out alive, but oh well, this is what AUs n' other stuff is for. bc how about no, an' how about some more homoerotic take on those scenes? like, it was 'hot' to me in some ways. esp with words like 'territorial dispute' an' implication of batman givin' scarecrow good ole vampire succ, post morten or not.

i honestly always amazed, when the comics does smth very servicing for my tastes / interests, without actually ever tryin' to pander to people like me. it's prob one of the most 'erotic' things to me as to an author. it's like a possible wink wink to someone, who wants to see it. but generally, just a part of the story. not even a big one, but that's just a tasty bit anyways! i always had a weakness to predator/prey thrope, esp when it's less of fluffy, twinlight kind of romance, but instead a gore-ish sort of deal, where one party can end up actually dying even if by pure accident. it provides some pretty big stakes. not to meantion, that there is always an unspoken paralell between sex n' death in horror genre. including consuming / stabbing / sucking blood an' such. it's important for me as horror movies fan. i like there to be some 'love' in my horror, even if it's not traditional or on the nose. it gives all those exederated gore-y / deadly scenes more meaning, if one wants to impliment it there. an' it just makes for a memorable scene as well.

also while i'm not super into the heroes 'turnin' bad' stuff, in this case, there is an appeal of flash / bruce going feral. it's hard to resist the playful thought about how bruce n' flash find their foe tempting, *iresistably attractive*, but in a different manner now. jack n' jon aren't no rosy maiden, who usually gets the spot of main dish / love interest, but this what makes it even better. jon an' jack are walking ginger bread, an' that's that, really. but tbf, they're kind of weirdos, who would always partly dig it. their handsome, brooding *arch*-enemy wants to eat them an' not some random hussie. that's very scary, an' also sexy lol.

still it's one of those moments in comics, where i wish that they kept the secenes going for a bit longer. just expanded on that suggestive possibility of them taking it step futher. but i also get why they didn't drag it out, cuz it wasn't the point of issue, anyways. just some lil fun moment. tho, i do love how batman *out of his mind or not* seemed to have enough mercy on crane to kill him off relativly quickly compared to the others. the riddler, pen-pen *yeah, i call oswald this* n' ivy had to suffer through the whole overdeal with full awarness, feeling their throats being ripped out, as they were still alive. jon was spared of such fate. the bat came, lectured him, broke his hand an' beheaded him. way quicker vs when you have to feel your meat and blood dripping all over ya. an' in venom's case, i loved how jack was so oddly forgiving of flash nearly decapitating him on the spot lol. flash *at that point* had already ate a fella or two. like bruce, he clearly wasn't proud of those times or enjoyd it, but out of all people, who managed to snap him out of the murder mode, it was jack. but hey, not on my watch! no one will die, but someone will be 'consumed', alright. that's just natural order of things or whatever. an' it's so bc i do make all the rules, haha.

as for more technical side of things, i did altered a few things. mainly with flash n' jack. i made flash's berserk venom form smalles an' all black, bc of well...uh, reasons. and also jack has an actual face here lol. also while at first, i wanted to draw him with his trade-mark messed up features, but kinda end up drawing him all 'dolled up' instead lol. so i suppose, along with all other au-ish elements, his face wasn't blown off in this universe either. an' on somewhat unrelated note, i like how both jack *even some of spiderman's ones* and jonathan are usually shown to be brunette or redhead. my pref will always be with those two being redheads, but still, it's a funny thing to ponder on. another technical bit is that, i wanted both jack n' jon being unable to use their hands / arms in one of the picture, since for me it's like snaring a 'prey' and then, they are kinda useless without it too. jon can land one hell of a kick for sure, but it won't help him to push away the vampire from his neck. also no fear gas to spray from his gloves, even if it would have acomplished nothing. in jack's case, it's similiar situation. he can throw / shoot lil flames from his gloves, the only thing that all symbiotes seem to detaste, besides specific levels of noise. but if he can't do it, and it's too risky to shoot flame from his helmet, welp, he's screwed lol. an' i also wanted to use venom's tongue as bondage tool lol. it was one of those things, that i always loved about venom symbiote / carnage looks an' anatomy, is how 'bendy' their bodies are. an' how creepy they can strech their body parts as well. both, bruce n' flash possess superhuman powers in this, so nor jon nor jack is actually a match for them. but taking away even the last of their defenses is a cherry on the top. jonathan is already always spooked animal, an' with someone as dumbly tunel-visioned as jack, it take a tad more to scare him shitless. esp bc he thinks, that he's such hot shit of a mercenary, haha.

so yups, this year batman n' flash got a treat. jack and' jonathan *in comparison* got tentacles and anemia respectively. can this count as trick? i mean, i guess lol. but on bright side, jonathan is kinda bruce's bf / blood bank in this one, an' jack is....well, he's a bitch. i mean, he touched the toxin, so now flash have to 'mark' him lol.

anyway, this is as pg-15 as i can go about it on here. i have two extra adult-ish artworks for these set ups. you can call it a follow up, if you want. here's the link, if someone is curious. but pls remember adults only. while there is no nudity in this one, there is still a clearly sexual cut in it. *also, i'm working on fics related to these set-ups as well. already workshoping vamp!bruce/crane one. sadly, had no free time to finish it all on halloween as well, but hey, it's always halloween on this blog!*)

#batman #venom comics #bruce wayne #jonathan crane #scarecrow #jack o' lantern #flash thompson #agent venom #scarebat #flashjack #brew draws

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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insecurities - steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve is very insecure about your relationship, and he’s certain you’ll break up with him sooner or later

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1,652

warnings/what to expect: alcohol consumption, insecure!steve, nancy flashbacks, reader gets drunk, love confession, fluff at the end

a/n: yet another request by a lovely anon so thanks to them for this one! also, I’m on a break from university so I’m planning the 1k celebration that should be posted very soon <3

a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!

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You and Steve walked inside the house where the party was taking place tonight. You didn't even know who was hosting it, just got the invitation and decided to go. Steve held your hand as you walked to the living room area, both of you scanning the place to see who was at the party.

You could spot Nancy Wheeler talking to a very awkward-looking Jonathan Byers, clearly not very happy to be spending his Friday night at a house party. A very excited-looking Robin waved at the two of you when she saw you, sitting by herself at a couch.

A group of your closest friends were chatting by the staircase that lead to the second floor, immediately spotting you and calling for you to join them. You let go of Steve's hand before leaning closer to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll go meet my friends."

"Alright. I'll be here with Robin if you need anything," he replied calmly, smiling down at you before you walked over to your group.

He stood there like an idiot as he watched you greet everybody, immediately thinking to himself perhaps this wasn't the best idea. He thought you would want to be with him tonight, but he couldn't force you to do that when you wanted to have fun with your friends. Maybe the two of you can leave early, cuddle back at his house and watch a movie before going to sleep.

Steve would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit clingy. He'd always want to be around you and he would definitely freak out if you ever cancel a date or forget to call him when you said you would, only to realize how crazy he's acting. And then he would apologize for being such a weirdo, telling himself he needs to stop doing that.

Deep down, you knew you couldn't blame him entirely. You were aware of his awful dating history and how hard it was for him to trust someone again after what happened between him and Nancy. You never talk about it, but at that time everyone in town put two and two together when one day she was dating Steve and then shortly after she was seen with Jonathan.

And no, you don't think anything bad about Nancy. You barely even know the girl, so you won't assume things about her from all the rumors you've been hearing since she dumped Steve. But you have to admit she did serious damage to your boyfriend, which has left you with a lot of work to do in order to get Steve to be comfortable around you.

He adores and trusts you, but it's hard for him to open up sometimes. And it's especially hard for him not to think you'll get tired of him and dump him for someone else. He has voiced his insecurities to you a few times, but more often than not he likes to act like everything is fine.

Steve still is very much insecure when he's in a relationship, always on edge, expecting the worst outcome. But you care so much about him that you're willing to give him time to understand you're nothing like Nancy Wheeler. That the last thing you'll ever do is break his heart.

The party continued with the two of you separated, but Steve always kept an eye on you as he sat on the couch with Robin. As time passed, he begin to notice you were getting pretty drunk, watching you take various shots of alcohol with your friends and having to stumble with one of them to the bathroom as the two of you giggled.

He really didn't want his head to go there, but the similarities were too much to ignore. A party, a drunk girlfriend, the fact you don't seem to even remember he's there...and seeing Nancy and Jonathan walk past him just a few minutes ago made it so much worse.

He shouldn't compare you to Nancy, and he shouldn't compare what you two have with what he had with her. Everything about you is different, yet the situation was just so similar, it triggered something deep within his brain. Because this has happened before. Next thing that should happen is you breaking his heart.

"Are you okay in there?" he heard Robin asking, looking at him with evident worry.

"Yeah, just thinking."

"About...?"

"Maybe coming here was a bad idea," Steve says without ever thinking about it, watching you stumble with your friend towards the kitchen.

Robin finally noticed what was going on, spotting you as well. "Steve, whatever your insecure little brain is telling you right now, it's not true," she quickly decided to intervene.

He sighed before replying, "I know, but it's hard not to hear my insecure little brain when it's literally screaming at me."

"Well at least this experience is going to help you with that," she tried again. "You know, her not breaking up with you at a party...this is like the ultimate trauma for you, right? You'll feel much better when you realize everything is fine."

Steve decided to put his worries aside and try to have a good time. It was a party after all, last thing he wanted is to feel miserable all night. Robin suggested they should get drinks, standing up from the couch with Steve following after her.

It was there when Steve felt someone bumping into him, wrapping their arms around him. He quickly realized it was you. "Steve!" you said cheerfully, leaning against him. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Yeah?" he asked, internally panicking. "Maybe we can talk about it on the drive back home?"

"No, it can't wait that long," you insisted. "I need to talk to you now."

"I'm sure it can wait, babe," he wasn't giving up. At this point Robin turned to look at the two of you, being able to tell Steve was getting more and more insecure about what was going on.

"No, I mean it. It's very important."

Steve looked helpless, looking back at Robin who simply shrugged, letting him know she had no idea how to help him. You tugged at Steve's jacket to get his attention again, pouting. "Please?"

He knew there was no way of getting out of this. "Okay, sure."

You quickly let him go, only to grab his hand and drag him outside the house and into the front yard, knowing there will be less people there. Steve was in complete silence, bracing himself for what was coming.

Eventually, you stopped and looked at him. "Listen, Steve-"

"Don't say it," he immediately cut you off, barely able to look at you. "Really, I just...I don't want to hear it."

"What?"

"I should've known," he continued rambling, completely ignoring your question as you stared at him with obvious confusion written all across your features. "It's fine, I get it. But I'd appreciate it if you just spare me from hearing you say it."

"Steve, what are you talking about?" you insisted, his words sobering you up enough to be able to hold this conversation, though you were still very much still drunk.

"You're going to break up with me."

"What? No, I'm not breaking up with you!"

"You're not?" Steve muttered, looking very lost.

You smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his body to pull him closer. Steve almost instantly put his hands at your hips, fearing this would be the last time he'll ever get to be this close to you. However, your smile and the way you were looking at him made him feel slightly better

"Baby, that's not why I wanted to talk to you," you said in a softer tone, shaking your head at the idea of ever letting a guy as wonderful as Steve go just like that. "I brought you here because I needed to tell you that I love you."

Steve froze, visibly surprised to hear that. You've never said that to him before.

"You- you love me?"

"Yes! I'm not just saying it because I'm drunk...well, maybe I am because that was the confidence boost I needed to finally tell you. That's not the point, tho," you replied, noticing you were starting to ramble. "Steve, I've never felt the way I do when I'm with you. And maybe it's too soon for me to tell you this and it's okay if you don't feel ready to say it back, but I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you and I couldn't wait longer to tell you."

You noticed a smile appearing on Steve's face as you continued with your confession. He let go of your hips to move his hands up to your face, softly caressing your skin with his thumbs.

That was a good sign, but you were still waiting to hear something that would let you know he wasn't freaked out by it. "Can you say something, please? I'm kind of dying over here," you said, trying to still maintain your sense of humor.

"Well, first off, thanks for not breaking up with me," he commented, making you laugh. "Second...I love you too."

"Wait, really?" you asked. "I don't want you to feel pressured to say it just because I said it. It's fine if you don't-"

You couldn't finish your sentence because Steve leaned closer and kissed you, his hands still holding your face. You returned the kiss immediately, holding onto him. He could taste the alcohol in your mouth, but he didn't mind it in the slightest.

"If I continue to say that, would you make me shut up with another kiss?" you asked as soon as he pulled away, earning a chuckle from him.

"You're needy when you're drunk," Steve commented.

"No, I'm needy because I love you," you quickly corrected. "But yes, I'm still drunk. Wait, you don't mind I'm drunk for our first time saying I love you, right? We can pretend this didn't happen and just say it tomorrow."

"I don't mind," he assured you before kissing your forehead briefly. "This is perfect. I wouldn't change a thing."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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glasswingowl · 11 months

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YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DRILL EP 5 TIME!

spoilers under cut!

the VHS effect on the intro already caught me off guard, off to a good start

ok soo if a solver infected drone isn't properly disassembled then they'll zombify? that tracks i guess

whoops someone didn't follow disassembly protocol

good call n, ignore your frozen coworkers and just read about dogs

n would survive a horror movie (well he's already technically in one but you get what i mean)

i love the new drone already what-

everyone is so expressive now i love it! the new drone's a great example but everyone's so much more lively than the first few episodes!

i adore tessa already she's so full of life and excitement!

and j's the favorite, as predicted

oh- WHO HURT YOU TESSA I-

"basement time out"???

tessa james elliot? neat

ok so both your parents suck got it

noo tessa :( they're not broken they're her friends leave them alone!!

n buddy no

oh jeez- there's gotta be a more efficient way of getting rid of them this isn't medieval times

THE WAY I JUMPED WHEN UZI'S VOICE CAME OUT OF THAT CROW-

... that's some interesting decor you've got there tessa. i mean she could just be goth but i'm not so sure

DID THEY CHAIN HER UP?! MR AND MS ELLIOT COME HERE I JUST WANNA TALK

so her name IS Cyn!

OH SO YOU HAVE BACKUPS DO YOU WELL THAT SOLVES EVERYTHING GREAT JOB CYN-

oh she's going

ah so these are memories! that explains a few things

"i am a ghost witch! and i'm tall!' LMAO YOU WISH

KHAN YOU'RE INTERRUPTING THE SHENANIGANS

I LOVE HOW THE BUG JUST IMMEDIATELY TAKES HER SIDE

that is such a cool shot omg

"we just hang out" yeah and you tried to murder me that one time but that's less important

oh she moved-

LMAO TESSA MOTIVATING J BY TALKING ABOUT UNIONS

i love having my headcanon that not all disassembly drones are Like That and j's just a fucking weirdo proven right

she just spat blood-

a part of me was hoping that there'd be some sort of Cliffside reference with the gun. no such luck

now we know why tessa insists on wielding a SWORD instead of a more practical weapon. sentiment i guess.

"i kill you :3"

V'S A ZOMBIE DRONE?

"why are you talking like that?" because he's a weirdo that's why

N being forced to say DarkXwolf17 with a straight face lmao

everyone is dead??

AND HERE COMES DOLL WITH THE STEEL CHAIR-

button eyepatch, fitting

wait- IS THAT THE "uzi give brayden back his sentience" THING? that's great i love that

OH THAT SHOT OF CYN ON THE GLOBE IS SO INCREDIBLY COOL-

tessa is so over dramatic love it

stop interrupting her >:(

"solver of the absolute fabric"???? that's new

noo leave the bug alone

"this is the only clue as to what's wrong with me" :(

"despite me, maybe" cmon khan give yourself a LITTLE credit (not TOO much but, yknow, a little)

now i'm wondering how this whole thing actually played out without uzi's interference/ memory weirdness. because this most likely didn't actually happen.

"i got you" aww he can't help but be nice even when she's possessed

"don't freaking dox me" this one got a laugh out of me. buddy dox you to who??

aaand there's v, hostile as usual. she'll get there eventually. maybe hopefully.

doll's working with tessa and j??

"just checking". bruh

i kinda like this ending, means they can just get right into the action instead of fucking around next episode

#murder drones #glasswingtalks #this ep was great #i think this is the turning point where we start getting some payoff from the stuff set up in the first 4 episodes #super excited to see where this goes next

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beaniebeensbaby201 · 1 year

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JAKE SULLY LOVE STORY

A/N: this is based off of the first series of the movie

Summary:

Wrenley 'Wren' Reid, a young woman who dreamed of becoming a scientist. Until she leaned that her ex-boyfriend (Jake Sully) came back to haunt her, and to fill in his brother's place.

Jake Sully, the man that Wren will forever love, comes back to her life. Jake Sully was a man Child, but he had a strong heart. A man who soon started to fall in love with a world that nobody would believe if you told them. a man who falls in love all over again for the woman he thought he'd never see again.

Part 1

ALL OF my life I've worked my ass off to be here. To work for Grace Augustine, a scientist for the Avatar Program.

My best friend Tommy Sully was supposed to join me, but then I heard the news of his death. My heart broke, I couldn't imagine what Jake was going through.

Jake Sully and I had a lot of history. Sixth grade me and Tommy met, I was being bullied on the playground at school and he was there to help me. He was the only one who didn't consider me a weirdo.

Then high school came. Jake Sully had been training to join the Marines, and I found the courage to proclaim my love to him.

Jake and I went our separate ways after that. When he lost his legs he pushed me away. I tried my hardest to love him, but he wouldn't let me be with him. So I left. I took the offer of working for the Avatar program, at the age of fourteen I have been in cryo. At the age of eighteen I was already working on the program.

I'm twenty three now. It feels like a dream, everytime I come back from reality. It's like my human body isn't my real body.

"Jake Sully may not be a scientist, but I could help him. He's a fast learner, he may be an idiot but I know him." I tried to calm Grace.

She was angry, if she was in her human form her face would be a fiery red.

"How do you know?" She shouted. I look down.

"He's my ex. He's not like the other Jarheads, he's different. If his brother is the brainiac, then Jake would be the closest person for this. Trust me, you know I know the Omotacaya like the back of my hand. I could help him study. He just needs to get his head out of his ass." I was finally able to catch my breath from my speech.

"Do you still love him?" I scoffed, that's all she got from that?

"Grace." She's waiting for an answer, as I sighed.

"Yes. I do, my heart longs to be with him. But this is my job, it's more important than a high school sweetheart." I admitted.

Grace studies me, if Na'Vi's were able to blush mine would be the darkest shade of purple right now.

"Okay." Was all she said.

I gave her a once over, I knew she was still going to freak out when she sees him.

It was getting dark as we were now in the cabins. I continue to stare at the ceiling letting my eyes flutter closed.

"Just like that reality strikes again. Out there is everything you could ever imagine, it's like a fantasy something you'd see in books. Here, it's boring. Boring doesn't even describe it, it's more than boring, but I can't seem to find a word for boring."

I always felt awkward trying to do my video logs. I knew I looked terrible, that my skin was far too fair, and I had dark circles under my eyes. Being asleep for the day and being in another body weakens you. Grace would get worried sometimes when I'm in my human form, but I just can't help the adrenaline rush being in my Avatar.

I admired Grace Augustine, she was the type of person that doesn't take shit from anyone. She was a scientist, a woman who cares for plants more than people.

She was carefree in her Avatar body, she cared for the Omotacaya just like me. I was able to be a part of something special, something so rare that it was impossible for a sky person to do. I was accepted as one of them, and learned to be one of them. I was so close to being a part of the people, until they destroyed everything.

My heart died with the people, when they killed many Omotacaya villagers. I wasn't allowed back with the people, I lost my best friend in the process, I wasn't allowed to see her ever again because of what my kind did.

I let out a small laugh when I heard Grace.

"Who's got my God damn cigarettes?" Then I saw a young woman who rushed towards her.

She was a tough woman. People disliked her because she was rude, she was just a woman that cared more about her job than people.

I got up and walked towards Grace's link. One woman handed me a cup of coffee, I was in dire need to drink some.

"Are you ever going to realize that smoking destroys lungs?" She finishes her drag as she puffs out the smoke.

I sighed knowing that the silence was going to be a no.

I saw Max walking with Norm Spellman, Grace was impressed when she heard about him. But not so much when she heard about him.

I hadn't seen him in years. My heart fluttered in my chest as I made direct eye contact with him.

He still looked the same, except his face had matured more. He would've looked just like Tommy if he had his hair long. I noticed his eyes looking me up and down. His eyes landed back on mine once again.

"And here she is. Cinderella coming back from the ball. Grace, I'd like you to meet Norm-" Grace interrupts Max, as I look away from Jake.

I looked at Norm, he was tall, maybe around six feet. He wasn't very muscular, he was young, he looked like the type that loved to learn.

"Norm, I hear good things about you. How good is your Na'Vi?" Grace had a small smile gracing her lips(haha get it).

"May the all mother smile upon our first meeting." I was impressed. I could see that Grace herself was impressed too.

"Not bad. You sound a little formal." Norm was flustered, as he stared at Grace.

"I've studied for five years. There is still much to learn." Then Grace looks over at Jake.

"You I've heard about." She gives me a side eye as I give a sheepish smile.

"But I don't need you, I need your brother." A look of pain flashes threw Jake's eyes but quickly washed away to annoyance.

"He's dead. I know it's a big inconvenience for you." He sneered, I frowned at Jake as I wanted to say something but I knew I shouldn't, as I am no longer his girlfriend.

"How much lab training have you done? Ever run a chromatograph?" And I just knew he was going to say something stupid.

"No." Grace was starting to look more annoyed.

"Any actual lab work at all?" I looked at Jake who glanced at me.

"Jake." I was mouthing no.

"I dissected a frog in high school." I slap my hand on my forehead.

"Moron." I wanted to slap him upside the head.

"You see? You see?" She points to Jake and then looks at me. Her eyes held anger, she was raging.

"They're pissing on us without even the courtesy of calling it rain." She was riled up.

"I'm going to Selfridge." I knew this wasn't going to end well.

"Grace, that's not a good idea." Max and I called after her.

"I'll deal with Grace." I said, running after the woman that was heading towards his office.

"Selfridge isn't going to listen. He's adamant about getting this stupid rock for money. Jake's a moron I know, trust me. But he could be a good asset." She turned to me, stopping abruptly.

"A good asset?" My lip twitched to a smile.

"A good asset at teaching us how an idiot could be?" She throws her hands in the air then runs back to find Selfridge.

I stayed behind, knowing that the conversation wouldn't end well. Selfridge and Quarich would always find a way to fuck with our program, but we're trying our best to protect it as much as we could.

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