#SCREAMS. EDIT FINISHED THIS UP FOR THE TRAILER

[applestorms]

i love that both hyuna and luka have developed the same kind of dead-eyed emptiness instinct when it comes to repression.

i keep trying to think of these two as a kind of complementary pair but. honestly it's probably way more complicated than that.

in some ways, they've been put into the position of being exact opposites of one another-- on one side, hyuna is functionally "freed" from the segyein, working with other humans to actively opposite them. due to this she is constantly surrounded by close friends/emotional connections, performing her show on her own terms, for a majority/solely human audience.

she has, theoretically, the most control over her life and what she chooses to do with it out of any of the other members of the cast. and it is with this agency that she regularly makes the decision to continue caring about people, continuing issac's project to save them even when she knows it's a dangerous and somewhat stupid idea.

on the other side, luka is clearly much more heavily isolated. i really like a line from this interview, which shows that luka has very little to no power outside of In The Moment when he's actually performing. note the real motivation behind why he does his little imitation game-- it's not actually necessary for him to win!!

luka is the beloved prince and winning idol of alien stage now two times over, and it is specifically through such a title that he has lost almost if not all of his agency. on stage is quite literally the only time he has free reign to make any kind of choice. even his heartbeats have been trained to be self-regulated.

3. It must put an enormous amount of pressure on you to be known as the greatest performer on ALNST. Do you have any special tricks to help you keep calm? I make sure to maintain my heart rate. Pet-humans must maintain a heart rate of 70-90 bpm to remain composed. I’m keeping track as we speak, would you like to see?

this also, in turn, makes him the ultimate damsel in distress when it comes to the kinds of people that hyuna might want to save, locked up in the highest, most carefully guarded tower...

...someone that she once was once very closely connected to, in intimate friendship (?) with, who has been torn away and placed somewhere unreachable due to the status and fame he's gained from winning. luka has succeeded and reached the top of the horrible system they've been placed within, but he hasn't benefited in any meaningful way from it because he's still stuck inside it, more display animal than person. and hyuna, similarly, can't get away from it either, even as she is in perfect position to break out, because she holds onto her personal connections n care for humanity so closely.

(though, then again-- perhaps her reaction can go the opposite way as well? seeing him as a traitor, someone who turned his back on them to gain all of the riches that they couldn't? who else could be holding this gun, after all. can't forget That childhood moment either or the lasting resentments that may come of it, red light and all.)

on a somewhat similar and yet also quite different note: they're also both so simultaneously empty and completely, utterly fucking dead inside while at the same time being some of the most animated and honestly kind of insane people in the cast.

we perhaps see hyuna's animated side more than her emptiness, and luka's emptiness more than his animation, but i find it fascinating that they both default to the same extremes of Performance or Blankness, particularly when they're under pressure (which, considering This series, is almost always). they both mask constantly, not nearly as forthcoming about their feelings as people like mizi or till who wear their emotions on their sleeves without thinking.

again, considering they're currently stuck in such Opposite circumstances right now, it's interesting that they actually end up interacting with their worlds in a somewhat similar manner.

and all of that really only makes these two frames that much more striking-- the moment when, after all this time, they're finally back together. In Person n everything, right on stage in front of everyone.

i genuinely don't know what the FUCK this next video is gonna be like. they're both just so quietly shocked. like, compare this to their meeting back in round five:

clearly, they still recognized and saw each other here. luka MUST have known hyuna was still alive and well, and hyuna literally cannot escape luka's face haunting the background of like a solid 40% of the frames she shows up in.

so, then? was it the shock of realizing they were Right There, On Stage Together?

(sorry till, this isn't about you right now)

it isn't even clear that hyuna is actually on stage at all initially-- note how she is cut out of this shot, and how we see luka's reaction to her first (shown above) before we actually see the two of them together.

this cutting of one person out of the frame is quite reminiscent of the framing in round six, actually, with how it represents the inability for ivan and till to connect. it also perhaps retroactively speaks to how Together mizi and sua are at the start, since they are constantly standing next to one another in the same frame.

screams. regardless, i eagerly await the devastation to come :3c

[noirscript]

his silent script

Pairing: Yandere!Actor x Smut Writer!Reader Description: You never meant for your words to become real, but Dorian Shaw—celebrated actor, relentless shadow—has stepped straight out of your pages. He watches you like he knows you, like he’s living the life you created for him, and when he speaks, it’s with the certainty of a man who refuses to be just fiction. Warning/s: YANDERE | Stalking | Psychological Manipulation | Power Imbalance | Implied Coercion | Implied Threats | Note/s: Happy 900 followers! Actually, it already exceeded 900. I hope I can finish Sovereign's Reign on or before I reach 1,000 followers. ^^ Anyway, enjoy reading!

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The first time you met him; it wasn’t with flashing cameras or red carpets. It was raining—of course it was raining—and the bookstore’s leaky ceiling made a steady plip-plip onto the laminate floor.

You’d come for peace. You found him instead.

He was in the back corner of the romance section, hood low over his brow, fingers grazing the spines like he was choosing a victim rather than a novel. Tall, still, silent. The kind of presence that made you aware of your own heartbeat.

You didn’t recognize him. Not really. Maybe you’d seen him once, in passing on some trailer auto-playing on your phone. But the name meant little. The face meant nothing. You weren’t in the business of idolizing men who wore fake faces for a living.

Still, you noticed the way his eyes lingered too long on the shelf where your name sat, your series nestled between glossier, brighter titles. You saw the slight twitch in his jaw when he picked up the second book in your “Sin & Silk” trilogy. And then—he smiled.

Not like a fan. Like a man who’d just found something he’d been missing.

“Is this one any good?” he asked, holding up the copy. His voice was deep—velvet laced with smoke—and you immediately felt heat crawl up your neck.

“I wouldn’t know,” you said, brushing past him to the counter. “Never read it.”

He laughed—just once. “Liar.”

You turned. He was still watching you.

“You’re her,” he said. “The author.”

Your stomach sank. “So?”

He didn’t answer. Just flipped the book open, letting the pages fan out beneath his fingers, stopping on a dog-eared chapter. You knew exactly which scene it was. Chapter 17. The one your editor almost didn’t let you keep. Too dark, too raw, too real.

But you’d fought for it. And won.

Now he was reading it. Slowly. Deliberately.

“This scene,” he murmured. “The way he talks to her. Makes her feel like she’s drowning even when she wants more.”

You stiffened. “You make it sound creepy.”

He smiled again. This time, it didn’t reach his eyes.

“It’s not creepy if it’s real.”

• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •

You didn’t think much of it. A strange encounter. A nameless man in a bookstore. A slightly unsettling comment.

Then a week later, your book shot up the charts.

Overnight, your inbox was flooded with messages. Your social media exploded. Edits. Fanart. BookTok girls screaming about the “Sin & Silk” trilogy, especially Chapter 17. You didn’t understand why—until you saw the video.

Him. The man from the bookstore.

Only now, the hood was off. The world’s most sought-after actor, Dorian Shaw, was staring into a camera, book in hand, reading your words.

“I couldn’t put it down,” he said in a quiet interview, caught between questions about his next thriller and a luxury brand endorsement. “There’s something real in this writing. Dark, yeah. But honest. Like she’s not afraid to tell the truth.”

Dorian Shaw. Award-winning. Obscenely handsome. A man with a face built for obsession and a voice that bent crowds.

And now, he was yours.

Your book, your name, your words—on his lips.

It should’ve been thrilling. You should’ve been grateful.

But when you watched that interview, it wasn’t his praise that stuck with you.

It was the way he looked at the camera.

Like he wasn’t just recommending your book.

Like he was speaking to you.

• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •

The next time you saw him; it was at your signing event. Your publicist was buzzing, hands fluttering as she arranged stacks of books and fixed your hair between signatures.

“He promoted you,” she whispered. “Do you have any idea what that means?”

You did. Your Amazon page had crashed. Pre-orders were climbing. But all you could think about was the way his fingers lingered on your words.

He showed up without fanfare. No entourage. No disguise. Just Dorian, dressed in dark tones, leaning against the end of the line like he belonged there.

People turned. Whispered. Phones clicked.

And still, he waited. Twenty-three minutes.

When he finally reached you, he didn’t hand you a book.

He slid a black envelope across the table.

“I read them all,” he said. “But I think you already know that.”

You stared at him. “Why are you here?”

His smile was slow. Purposeful.

“I want to talk. The real kind. About the man you wrote.”

“I write fiction.”

“You write truth in disguise.”

He stepped back, letting the crowd absorb him. But as he disappeared, he called over his shoulder:

“Open it when you’re alone.”

Inside the envelope was a script. Handwritten. Raw. A scene lifted straight from Chapter 17—but with differences. Subtle, unnerving ones.

The villain won.

The heroine didn’t run.

And at the bottom, scrawled in ink that had bled through the page:

You wrote him. I became him.

• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •

You tried to avoid it after that. Ignored the surge of followers. Declined interviews. Turned adaptation offers.

But Dorian was persistent.

He posted again. A black-and-white video of him reading a monologue from your latest release. The comments were chaos. His fans demanded a collab. Your sales doubled. Your publisher offered a new contract. Your name was trending.

And through it all, he watched.

At first, it was distant. A like. A repost. A subtle nod during his press tours.

Then he started commenting. Small things. Quotes from your work. Direct lines. No context.

Then came the invitations. A book panel he was hosting. A charity gala “in your honor.” He even showed up at a local café reading where you’d been assured anonymity.

You finally gave in at a networking event your agent guilted you into attending. He was there before you. Waiting at the bar.

“You never answered my messages,” he said as you approached, drink in hand.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“No,” he said. “But you created me.”

You shook your head. “You’re not him. He’s fiction.”

Dorian leaned in, voice lowering. “I’ve played gods, killers, kings. But none of them fit like him. None of them felt like me—until your story.”

You hated the way he said it. Like it was fate. Like he truly believed it.

“You don’t know me,” you said.

“I know you better than anyone who’s ever touched your skin,” he said, his voice almost reverent. “Because I’ve read the parts of you no one else dares to look at.”

You walked away.

But something tethered you there.

• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •

And now, you were in the backseat of a car. One you didn’t remember getting into. Rain blurred the windows. Your hands were shaking.

The partition slid down.

Dorian looked back at you from the driver’s seat.

“You shouldn’t get in strange cars,” he said.

Your mouth went dry. “This isn’t my driver.”

“No,” he agreed. “It’s mine.”

You reached for the handle. Locked.

“Please,” he said. “Just listen.”

You swallowed. “You stalked me.”

“I followed the story.”

“There is no story.”

“There is,and you know it.”

His voice was quiet, almost broken.

“You wrote me. I was fragments before you. Empty roles. Hollow scripts. But then I found your words. And I felt something. For the first time in years, I felt alive.”

He turned in his seat, eyes meeting yours.

“Don’t take that from me.”

The knife was beneath the seat. You knew it. He didn’t reach for it.

Instead, he took your book from his coat. Your first. The one that had started it all.

“Let me show you what this means to me,” he whispered. “Let me be him.”

Your heart pounded.

“I don’t want him.”

“Yes, you do,” he said. “You buried him in fiction. I’m digging him out.”

Silence sat between you like a second presence.

Then, softly: “Give me one scene. Just one. Let me prove I understand.”

And you, against everything rational, nodded.

He didn’t touch you.

But he looked at you like you were the final line of a monologue he’d rehearsed a thousand times.

And when it was over, you went home.

And picked up your pen.

And rewrote the ending.

This time, the villain stays.

TBC.

noirscript © 2025

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[artist-issues]

I have never seen anything so satisfyingly bad in my entire life, and we’re going on like ten years of these Live Action Remakes.

Don’t you DARE go see this movie if you love the real Lilo & Stitch.

1 - Where is Gantu? Why did they cut him out of the trailer? Is it because they haven’t finished rendering him yet, because let me tell you, that’s what it looks like for every other character.

2 - Why is Stitch so small. Why is he so small. Why is Stitch that small. He’s supposed to be the same size as Lilo. 1 because it creates more visually-appealing shot compositions when the story is focused on the TWO of them 2 because thematically he is “a future Lilo,” he is the little monster-version of herself that she could turn into if she didn’t have family 3 because the size of a 6 year-old is the perfect balance between “threatening” and “non-threatening” when he has to interact with toddlers and 18 year-old women and 40-foot-tall aliens alike. He cannot. BE. That small. What, we’re supposed to have him stand up on a stool or a stack of books or a countertop every time he and Lilo need to look each other in the eyes?? Did anyone think while making this movie?

3 - How does his orange jumpsuit look so much lazier than it does when it’s a hand-drawn collection of colors and shapes in the original?

4 - Why did they choose the take where the New Nani Actress said “nobody get’s left behind” in a whiny, exasperated voice? When the real Nani specifically delivered that line as if she were somberly, mournfully, reverently remembering what her parents told her? And then moves on to “slightly-annoyed” but only when it’s time to say “I know, I know.”

5 - Why is Stitch so small.

6 - Is that Jumba’s voice?? Why? Why is it not even deep? Why did they re-write the line so he doesn’t mention Stitch as a “monstrosity?”

7 - Speaking of monstrosities—go back and re-do Pleakley. All of him. What—what happened. What happened?? They made every alien I can see in the trailer uglier and less appealing than Stitch—which is SO NOT THE POINT OF HIS CHARACTER DESIGN—but none looked worse to me than Pleakley. He has a fish eye. It is horrifying.

8 - And they made sun-tan-ice-cream-tourist look local. So like…what’s the point of her taking his picture, then? In the beginning of the movie? He’s in the movie to be an example of a hapless tourist, and tourists mean something specific in LILO’s little headspace—she takes safari-pictures of them in her hometown like they’re a rare, foreign sight, because that’s her way of processing the reality that these are people who specifically come to her home just to leave again—and Lilo has issues with people leaving.

9 - Don’t put Stitch on a leash. Don’t do that. There’s a reason they don’t do that in the movies. 1 He is super strong and he is not trying that hard to hide his super strength, especially not when it comes to resisting Nani telling him what to do. 2 Lilo and Nani live in a very laid-back sleepy neighborhood, it changes the vibe when dogs are on leashes. It’s supposed to feel so laid-back that there are lots of free-roaming dogs and no strictly-enforced leash-laws. There are other dogs in the movie and none of them wear leashes or collars. (I know it’s small but the small choices build the movie.)

10 - Lilo. I like that little girl. She can play Lilo all day for all I care. But that is not Lilo. Lilo doesn’t get hip-checked to the ground and then sit there looking sad. I don’t—why do I have to say that? That’s many people’s favorite part of the movie, that she just goes ballistic on Mertle the minute she’s provoked. That better just be a specific edit in the trailer. They better not have cut out her punching Mertle Edmunds in the face. And you know what else? She does not. SCREAM. When she first meets Stitch! You know they could’ve done that, right?? You realize that every other character who sees Stitch for the first time reacts LIKE THIS:

BUT NOT LILO. LILO does not react like any old stereotypical girl. She also does not react like any alien from any planet or any grown women or any tourists expecting to see foreign sights. She reacts uniquely like Lilo: like a nervous little girl hoping to find a friend, who doesn’t bat an eye if that potential friend is blue and shark-mouthed and monstrous. (Everything else about that little girl is perfect, I like her line delivery, I like that she goes “pretty close” when he mispronounces “family,” the original Lilo says “pretty close” in the same tone when she’s trying to teach him how to say new words in the television series.) 11 - Why doesn’t Stitch’s face move at all? Why does it look like his eye muscles and nose muscles have no range of motion, but his lips have way too much? He’s supposed to talk with his jaws more than his lips, like how a crocodile can’t chew or keep food in so it just opens and shuts it’s jaw and throws food to the back of it’s head.

12 - Speaking of re-writing lines, what’s with Lilo and Stitch having an exchange where he admits to being “bad??” And then she point-blank says “family isn’t perfect. But that doesn’t mean they’re not good.”

Is that supposed to be a nod to Stitch saying, at the end of the movie, “It’s little and broken but still good?”

Do you know why the real Stitch is the one to say “it’s (his family’s) little and broken, but still good?” Because he’s saying “good” as in, “acceptable.” “The way it ought to be.” Not “good” as in “morally good” the way that Stitch is “morally bad.” He just uses the word “good” because Stitch can barely speak English and that was the simplest, best way for him to say what he was trying to communicate. If you take him to mean “morally good” then the whole point of the movie gets ruined.

The point of the movie is that the people in your family aren’t perfect, but imperfection won’t break your LOVE for them. It doesn’t mean you ignore your imperfections, and it doesn’t mean you embrace those imperfections and celebrate those imperfections—if it did, you know what, Stitch would still push Lilo to the ground and wreck her stuff and laugh when she’s hurting, the way he does because of his “imperfections” at the start of the movie. But instead, what family is supposed to do with “imperfections,” according to the original movie, is love you anyway and stick around helping you work through them.

That’s the whole point of “nobody gets left behind or forgotten.”

It cannot mean “family members aren’t perfect but we still believe they’re morally good people.” Because that implies that it’s the fact that they’re “morally good people” that makes you stick around, when the whole point of the movie is the opposite: Stitch is objectively morally evil, and they choose to stick around anyway.

Stitch is objectively morally evil. I have to stress that. That’s the whole movie. The whole movie is “what if we start with the villain and redeem him.” If he’s not a villain he doesn’t need redeeming and if he’s not bad it takes all the power out of Lilo’s love for him.

And honestly, he never comes to terms with the fact that he’s “morally bad” in this movie. That’s not the point. He would never admit “Stitch bad” in the original movie. Chris Sanders said, “By the end of the film, he’s not a better person. He has just understood family.”

He becomes “a better person” in the epilogue. But in the original movie, Stitch doesn’t think so much about the difference between “bad” and “good.” He thinks more about the difference between “belonging” and “not belonging.”

Why is this so hard

If you like me don’t go see this movie. More importantly, if you like the original movie—if you think it was good—if you think it was excellent—accept no imitations. Do not go see this new remake.

Remember what Anika Noni Rose just said about the new Princess and the Frog shorts that are coming out—Disney is counting numbers. Do not stream. Do not buy tickets. Just stream and watch the original. And tweet Chris Sanders and tell him how much you love the old one.

[jxckchxmpi0n]

hi :) love your writing btw

could you possibly do something where jack and actress!reader are both in scream 6 and they’re like really close or in a relationship and she steals one of his hoodies or shirts and he notices while hanging out on sept or in his trailer or something? (prompt being “is that my shirt?”)

tysm ilyyy

Behind the Scenes

Jack Champion x femReader! | m.list

Summary: the on screen relationship started to form off-screen. You and Jack aren't against it.

Warning: just fluff

Word count: 509

Did not proofread.

Ahhh, hi love! I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting this ♡

Edit: first small post <3

There was about a week left to film Scream Six. Over the last few months, you have grown so close with the cast, both you, Jack and Devyn were welcomed with open arms. There was always something fun happening on set with everyone.

And with the last few days of your shoot, you decided to hang out longer on set even if you were done. At some point you and Jack became inseparable. always being at each other's sides having inside jokes. everyone saw the feelings you two had for each other and so did you, but both of you wanted to wait until filming and the press tour were done before going any further.

you were waiting for him in his trailer while he finished shooting his last scene. mindlessly scrolling through your phone you looked up seeing the door open. he came in with his blue shirt with fake blood on the front when he saw you he had this big smile. "oh there you are i was looking for you" he came in and closed the door behind him.

"been here the whole time" you sat up a little bit so he could sit next to you. he had a tired expression "long shoot?" you asked turning to him you rested on the back of the couch holding your head up.

he took the spot next to you closing his eyes for a moment and nodded. you kept quiet knowing he needed the silence. he eventually turned his head to you with a small smile on his lips. "what?" your voice was in a low whisper.

he lets his eyes linger on your face taking in all your little details. his eyes drifted taking in the familiar color jacket. he lifted his head and looked at the jacket closer then looked back at you.

you had a small smile on your face the corners of your lips tugged up as you looked at him. he reached out grabbing the material. then looked back at you. "is- is that mine?" he asked with a softness and with a chuckle following it.

you looked down and smiles "i got cold" you didn't answer his question so he looked at you reached up to lift your chin up.

"did you take my jacket?" he asked his voice soft but also raspy from being tired.

you nodded "i was cold and it was just here on the couch" a big smile took over his face as he thought about how cute you were. his hand brushing your jawline so softly.

"you know i like you wearing it" he said softly. your cheeks filled with a heat as you blushed.

your heart beating fast at this little moment. his chest also pounding from his heart rate. "keep wearing it" he let go of your chin and let his hand rest back into his lap.

you guys stayed in his trailer for another hour just talking and sharing soft little touches. the desire for the press tour and filming wanting to be over faster.

[delicatetigerobject]

i love this show too much so I'm ranting/venting about that so you don't have to read, I just wanted to tell someone about this

this was made because nobody wants to listen to me infodump about stranger things! its a bit long tho

Im legitimately so excited for the season five trailer to drop. Like so excited. I cant wait to look for blue and yellow, i cant wait to write down what will and mike say, i cant wait to search through it for byler evidence and write it down and take photos. I cant wait to watch it with the sound off and then the sound on. I cant wait for it bro i want to see it i dont know when the trailer will drop but i CANNOT FUCKING WAIT!! I haven't even finished season four yet and im rewatching season one already. Idk i just felt the need to talk about this because i want to scream and jump up and down and explode and it makes me so happy to think about it sometimes, i love this show so much. When the trailer for season five comes out, im going to watch it silently first without captions to see the emotions in the scene, then ill watch it with captions but no sound to see what theyre saying, then with sound and captions to hear their emotions and see them. Im going to experience it layer by layer and then probably rewatch it to spot any details i miss.

Idk this might seem like too much but AGGHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH PLEASE YOU MUST UNDERSTAND. LIKE ITS MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD RIGHT NOW, I kid you not. It’s the ONLY show I watch, and it’s all I can draw. I don’t know if I’ll still like it in a month, or next year, or in a decade, but right now, it is the thing i look forward to most each day, ive annoyed my sister to death talking about it. Every time i see the number seven or someone says seven. I think of byler. If i see blue and yellow. I think of byler. Minecraft makes me think of stranger things. This hyperfixation is becoming a problem now, but it brings me so much joy. I cant wait for season five, i cant wait for the trailer for it, i cant wait to see how they finish the show. I feel so truly happy when i look at a good meme of it, i actually laugh at them and it makes me smile so huge. I dont watch the show every day, but i draw byler during class and i look at theories and memes and art whenever im bored. I just really cant wait for the season five trailer, i cant wait for the theories, for the analyses, for the fan art, for the possible edits, for the other people excited about it. I dont think i have any byler doubt right now, i think its set up too perfectly for it to happen and in such a well made show that it would be just too unfulfilling if it doesnt happen, it would ruin so much of it.

Its sometimes crazy to me that i haven't even been watching this show for half a year yet, because i care so much about it. I dont know what id do if i lost it, if it ceased to exist, if i couldnt ever watch it again. idk , i might just be feeling more strongly than usual about it right now, but i absolutely adore this show and everything in it. I love every season and every episode i watch makes me want to die of happiness. I love each and every piece o byler evidence you guys find, and i hope that you know that even the simplest of byler shitposts bring me so much joy. I am shaking as i type this, i have no clue what to do right now because i feel so strongly about this. Stranger things and byler hold an incredibly special place in my heart right now, and i just really had to tell that to somebody i guess.

Sorry if this is repetitive, its just my literal favorite thing ever. I go to sleep thinking of this show and i wake up and think about it. I know itll end, but i really cant wait for that, either. I want to see the conclusion, i want to see how they wrap up the stories of the characters and i want to see what ends they leave loose for us if any, and the fanfictions will be so wonderful im sure of it. I will read them until my eyes hurt, even if theres typos, even if theyre sad, especially if theyre sad, even if they have the worst punctuation ive ever seen. I think im done for now tho, i need to go lie down on the floor for a bit and try to calm down. Byler endgame, im sure of it. And if its not. Well. then to be completely honest? I may cry, and i will definitely read alternate ending fanfics. Same goes for if will or mike die, im very attached to mike’s character. This show has made me so happy, and i love that i get to share it with you all. Anyway im done for real now, i seriously need to lie down and take a break to calm down

[fir3ylolol]

Hiii!!

I was inspired by your "Sleeping in Seattle" idea and I totally thought about Johnny with a screenwriter SO. If you could write like a small thing (or a biggish sorta thing 🥺🫶) on it, I'd love to read it and eat it and hold it. Honestly I'm only thinking of him all but dragging the reader onto the set to help with the script and screenplays and such.

Anyway, I love your writing!!!! Thank you for reading this.

- Ronny

sunset boulevard

pairing: Johnny Cage x Screenwriter!Reader

summary: johnny drags you onto set with him, but not without ulterior motives

a/n: thought this would be a cute little fluff-y piece, tried to stay brief with it. but thank u ronny!

word count: 587

Ao3

Johnny is practically pulling you onto the lot, a wide smile plastered across his face. Your feet are dragging, trying to wave to the people you’re rapidly passing. He stops next to the craft table, grabbing water for both of you. You follow him as he makes his rounds, his usual charisma on display as he introduces you to everyone with a wide smile and plenty of praise. He seems proud just to stand next to you, holding you tight as he watches you talk to the director. It’s not like you’re unknown, it’s just that you’re not very social. Well, not as social as him. But talking only lasts so long, as it’s time to film again. This scene doesn’t need Johnny, as he stays next to you. But you can see his eyes lighting up, truly thrilled to be able to watch such incredible performances. You feel him leaning closer to you, whispering in your ear as softly as he can, “What do you think?” You nod, giving a small thumbs up. But he whispers again, trying to lead you to what he really wants, “What about the story? You know, from your professional opinion.” 

You scrunch your face up slightly, making a so-so motion with your hands. You can see the famous twinkle in his eyes, and you suddenly start to get worried. Which was the right feeling, as the second the scene is over, you’re gone, being pulled around again. You nearly crash into him, and he suddenly stops as he reaches his trailer, looking back at you happily. “Wait here!” He rushes inside, quickly returning with a large heavy script. “Here you go,” he nearly shoves it in your arms, the weight causing you to shift slightly. “You should give it a look,” he winks at you, arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Jonathan Carlton…” you look up at him, scolding tone. He puts his hands up, smile only growing wider. “Uh oh, the full name? I’m in trouble now. Sweetheart, I just think you’re absolutely brilliant. And I know that if you worked on this, it would go from cool to face-melting-ly awesome!”

His enthusiasm is intoxicating, and you find yourself nodding in agreement. He almost squeals, jumping towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek before pushing you into the trailer. He sits you down at the vanity, placing a pen down so you can edit. You wait for him to sit, but he stays standing above you, watching you intently. Knowing him, that won’t change soon. So you write, slashing words and rephrasing lines so it sounded like an actual person was saying them. Johnny chimes in occasionally, always in agreement with your changes. He almost cheers as you cut one specific line, loudly proclaiming, “I knew that line sucked! It always sounded so blocky and weird! Ugh, honey, you’re a genius.” You finally finish your work, letting out a sigh as you close the script. But it remained there for only a second later, as Johnny snatched it up, already in the doorway. “Wait here, ok? I’m gonna go give this to the director and tell him that you improved his movie tenfold. And when I get back, we’re talking salary, ok? Such beautiful prose deserves compensation.” He pauses shortly, smiling at you with pure joy, before leaving with a cry of, “I love you!” He’s gone, and you can hear him yelling excitedly as he goes, screaming out, “I told you it was a shit line, man!”

[gh-0-st-king]

Part 1 (Here) Part 2

EDIT: I fixed some spelling/grammar errors and added some things to a couple areas.

TW: Injury, hospitals, surgery mentions

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"Four chimes. Max."

Nancy had barely finished speaking before Steve was out the door of the Creel house, sprinting back the way they came. He wove through the forest on muscle memory alone, a resurgence of adrenaline fueling his exhausted, wounded body.

The pain and lightheadedness faded away under the constant stream of Max Max Max because that's his kid. His kid, who he let get put in danger. His kid, who he wasn't there to protect, and she has to be okay. She has to be.

Because they had plans for a concert in summer that he had spent months saving up for just for her. And she has to be okay, because if she isn't, he doesn't know what he'll do with himself. He doesn't know how he could possibly live without one of his kids. Without Max. Without his little sister. Without Max.

The sound of loud, gut wrenching, sobs and screams cut through his thoughts, and he stuttered to a stop. Dustin. He bolted in the direction of the sound, absent-mindedly stepping over the demobats littering the ground, motionless.

In the center of the bats, sat Dustin, hunched over a motionless form, his shoulders shaking with the sobs that were much louder now that he was closer.

Steve's shoulders drooped at the sight of Dustin alive before his brain registered who Dustin was slumped over and the state he was in, and he had to bite back a sob of his own. Because there lay Eddie Munson in a pool of his own blood. Munson, who clearly pulled some hero shit, and damn it, Eddie, I told you not to be a hero!

Steve slid in front of Dustin, causing the boy to look up. "Steve! Steve, you have to help him! Eddie, he– he cut the rope– and– and—" Dustin's voice trailed off into sobs again, and Steve sprung into action.

"Dustin, you gotta move. I'm gonna help him, but I need you to move." The curly haired boy nodded, hiccuping, and moved out from under Eddie.

Steve was quick to check his pulse, finding a faint, but very much there, thump thump thump. Steve ripped off his jacket and tied it around the wounds on Munson's side. He took a deep breath to steady himself as he hefted Eddie into a bridal carry and stood.

When he turned, he was met with Nancy's determined face. "Dustin said Munson cut the rope, so I won't be able to get him through there. I want you to take Dustin back through the gate in the trailer and call for an ambulance to Fred's gate. After that, go pick up the kids. Robin, you're with me. Meet us at the hospital."

His tone brokered no arguments as they set off in the direction of the highway, his thoughts a constant stream of Eddie Eddie Eddie and Max Max Max.

The next moments were a blur of movement and sound as they got Eddie and themselves through the gate and into the ambulance once it got there.

They rode in the ambulance with Eddie, Steve making sure the paramedics were doing their job. As soon as they got to Hawkins General, Eddie was taken into surgery, and Steve and Robin were alone in the parking lot.

As they entered the lobby, they were met with chaos. He wove his way through the crowd of people seeking treatment or waiting for loved ones and went to the reception desk, Robin following closely behind him.

"Excuse me, was a Max– um Maxine Mayfield admitted recently?" He asked the nurse there, body thruming with anxiety. She clacked away on her computer for a minute before turning to him.

"There was. Are you family? I'm afraid I can't give any more information unless you are."

"I am. I'm her brother? Please, we got separated, and all I know is she got hurt. Is she– is she okay?"

Pity swirled in her eyes, and he tried not to snap. She glanced back at her computer, reading something before answering, "She's in surgery right now, I'm sorry, I don't know much beyond that."

He nodded shakily, stepping back from the counter. He stumbled as the adrenaline faded. His vision blurred, he felt lightheaded, and his sides burned.

"Steve? Steve!" Robin shouting was the last thing he heard before he collapsed, and his world went black.

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"Scoops! I work for Scoops!" He thought he escaped. Why was he back in the base? His head felt light and floaty, so they must've drugged him again. Robin. Where's Robin?

"Steve! Calm down! You're in the hospital. We're not in the base. We got out. I'm right here. Breathe, dingus. You're okay. I'm okay."

Slowly, Steve's breathing evened out, and his vision cleared. He took in the white walls around him and sagged against the bed. White, not steel gray. He glanced to his right, where Robin was sitting, gripping his hand, and he relaxed fully.

The memories of the last week rushed back, and he fought the panic that threatened to rise. Robbie squeezed his hand, reading his mind, and said, "You collapsed because of your wounds and had to be rushed into surgery. You've got some damage to your throat from being strangled, and your bat bites got a minor infection. Your back is also raw and had some cuts on it. The doctor said you'll have a lot of scars, and you'll likely need some physical therapy to rebuild the muscle the bats took, but you should be okay. Don't ever scare me like that again, though, Dingus."

He squeezed her hand, urging her to continue. "Max is.. She's hurt pretty bad. She has a broken arm, both of her legs are broken, and her eyes took a hit. They're not sure if she'll ever walk again, and they have to wait until she wakes up to know if she'll be able to see, but they're hopeful. She's in a medically induced coma so she can heal.

Eddie got here just in time. He lost a lot of blood and needed several transfusions, but he's alive. He'll probably need physical therapy, and he'll scar, but he's gonna be fine."

Steve practically collapsed in relief. They were okay. Hurt, but alive. He squeezed her hand in silent thanks, a question in his eyes when he looked at her.

How is everyone else?

"Everyone else has minor injuries. Erica has some scrapes and bruises from Andy tackling her, and Lucas had to get some stitches because of Jason. Apparently, they attacked the kids, and Jason went all pitchforks and torches on Lucas. Max's Walkman broke in the scuffle, and that's why she got all hurt."

Steve had to breathe for a minute to stave of the murderous rage he felt and the sudden and all-consuming urge to kill the bastards who dare lay a finger on his kids.

"Down, boy. Jason got killed when the gates split open, and Andy is currently in custody. And before you ask, the gates closed pretty soon after they nearly split the town open. We don't know how or why, but they're closed.

Back on the topic of everyone's health, Dustin got a sprained ankle when he went back through the gate after Eddie cut the rope, so he's got an ankle boot for that, but he'll be fine. Nancy and I are okay. The only injuries we got were from the vines choking us, but there was no lasting damage."

He nodded, opening his mouth to talk, barely getting a word out before he's thrown into a coughing fit. Robin handed him a cup of cold water, and he was quick to gulp it down.

"Try not to talk. Like I said, you've got a bit of damage to your throat, so it's gonna hurt to talk for a little."

He nodded again and mimed writing. She grabbed a legal pad and a pen that sat on the table by the bed and handed it over.

'Any word from the Byers?'

"Yeah, Jonathan was able to get into contact a few hours ago. He said they were on their way back to Hawkins and would explain what happened on their end when they got here."

'How long have I been out?'

"About a day. Your surgery lasted for a few hours, and then you were in and out of consciousness a couple of times after the anesthesia wore off."

'Why was everything chaos when we got here yesterday?'

"When the gates initially opened, it caused a pretty massive earthquake, and a lot of people got injured. Now, enough questions. You still need rest. When you wake up next, I'll see if I can convince a nurse to let you see Max. Sleep, everyone will still be here when you wake up, and I'm not gonna leave your side."

With that last bit of reassurance, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Part 2

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This was mostly an excuse to write Steve passing out from his injuries in Season four and some Steve and Max sibling-ism!

[nuria-schnee]

Less than a week to go! ❤️

The Night of Nights on AO3

A bit of rambling under the cut

My god, this was an adventure. I had an idea™ early this week and decided to make a trailer for the fic, but things got a bit out of hand, and I’ve ended up working on two different trailers. It should've been only one at first, but I couldn't put it all together in a way that wasn't a mess, so- Expect the second trailer soon (hopefully this week, but I have to finish the chapter first).

Anyway, I loved doing this. It's been more than a decade since I've edited anything, and I think it's turned up well enough.

I'm very excited to start posting the story next Saturday! Thank you to all of you who've been sharing and screaming about the screencaps and commenting on AO3. It made me very happy ❤️

[vkncgzxf]

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👶 BTS Members Discovering They’re Going to Be Fathers & Sharing the News

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🐨 Namjoon & Hana (his wife)

Scene:

Namjoon’s reading a book in bed when Hana quietly slips in with a small envelope. No words — just silence and an envelope with a little drawing of a sprout and the words “Our next chapter begins…”

He opens it and finds the positive test and a tiny sonogram photo.

Namjoon: (tears forming)

“We’re… really?”

Hana: “A new little storyteller, coming soon.”

Telling BTS & Family:

At a dinner with all the members and their partners, Namjoon toasts his glass and says:

“I always thought my next big creation would be an album. Turns out, it’s a human.”

(laughter, then chaos erupts — Jimin screams, Taehyung tackles him in a hug)

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🐹 Jin & Minji (his wife)

Scene:

Jin’s in the kitchen making breakfast when Minji places a covered plate in front of him. He lifts the lid and finds… a onesie that says “Worldwide Baby Coming Soon”.

Jin: (eyes wide)

“Are you serious?? Wait—are we—am I—OMG I’M GONNA BE A DAD?!”

He runs out of the kitchen, slips slightly, then returns hugging Minji tightly.

Telling BTS & Family:

He sends a group chat voice memo screaming “DADDY JIN ERA STARTS NOW!!”

Then immediately FaceTimes each member:

“ARMY gets me as ‘Worldwide Handsome.’ My baby gets me as ‘Dad Joke Overlord.’ Life is good.”

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🐱 Yoongi & Haeun (his fiancée)

Scene:

They’re in the studio, quietly working on music, when Jiwoo hands Yoongi a new sound file named “Track 1: You’re Going to Be a Dad.”

He plays it and it’s a quiet voice memo — her voice saying:

“Hey Min Yoongi… can you make a lullaby soon? You’re going to need it.”

Yoongi: (still staring at the screen)

“Is this… real?”

(He tears up, puts his head in his hands silently, then hugs her for what feels like hours.)

Telling BTS & Family:

He tells Jimin and Hobi first, quietly. Jimin immediately bursts into tears. Hobi runs around the studio screaming.

“We always said you were the dad of the group. Guess now it’s official.”

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🐿️ Hoseok & Areum (his wife)

Scene:

Areum surprises Hobi by painting their baby’s first heartbeat on a canvas with the words: “Hope 2.0 – arriving soon.”

He walks in, sees it, reads it, and drops his phone.

Hobi: (clapping, crying, laughing)

“I’M GONNA BE A FATHER. I NEED TO DANCE THIS OUT.”

Cue 20 minutes of joyful screaming, twirling Areum in the living room, and sobbing into her belly.

Telling BTS & Family:

At a casual group movie night, he plays a “fan edit” trailer that looks like a new comeback teaser.

At the end:

“Coming soon… Baby Jung.”

BTS goes from confused to screaming in 0.2 seconds.

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🐥 Jimin & Mira (his fiancée)

Scene:

Jimin finds a small music box on the table, labeled “Play me”. He opens it and it plays a lullaby version of “Serendipity.”

Inside, a note reads:

“You + Me + One more. Let’s grow our own serendipity.”

Jimin: (gasps, covers his mouth, tears immediately streaming)

“Are you—? Is this real? Really?”

(He kneels and hugs her belly, whispering “thank you” over and over.)

Telling BTS & Family:

He writes a short letter and reads it aloud during a live hangout with the members.

“You’ve all seen me dance through storms. Now, I get to dance someone into the world.”

Tae starts crying before he even finishes the letter. Hobi yells, “UNCLE HOBI REPORTING FOR DUTY!”

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🐻 Taehyung & Sol (his wife)

Scene:

Ahra gifts him an old jazz vinyl. When he opens the cover, he finds a polaroid of her holding a tiny baby onesie. On the back:

“The next generation of cool arrives in 9 months.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything for a full minute. Just clutches the vinyl, lays his head in her lap, and whispers:

“I already love them more than jazz.”

Telling BTS & Family:

He films a black-and-white short film with clips of them walking, laughing, her holding her stomach. It ends with the words: “Life just became a duet.”

He uploads it privately to the members’ group chat.

Jungkook responds first:

“Bro. I’m crying. How is this more romantic than my entire life?”

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🐰 Jungkook & Yuna (his fiancée)

Scene:

They’re cleaning up his studio when Yuna says:

“Kook, there’s something you forgot to ink.”

He turns, confused, and sees her holding a small tattoo stencil: a baby bunny with the date of conception.

Jungkook: (jaw drops)

“No way. No. Way.”

(He laughs, picks her up, spins her, then goes silent)

“I’m gonna be a dad…?”

He lays his hand on her belly and whispers:

“Hi, little one. I’m your dad. I sing real good. And I’ll protect you forever.”

Telling BTS & Family:

He sends a picture of tiny baby Converse next to his own in the group chat with no caption.

The chat explodes:

• Jimin: “WHAT IS THIS?!”

• Yoongi: “You’re kidding.”

• Namjoon: “I KNEW IT.”

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🍼 Closing Group Moment:

After all the individual announcements, the BTS group gathers (in-person or virtually) with their wives/fiancées.

Namjoon raises a toast:

“To ARMY — you gave us our first dreams. Now, we get to dream again… with families of our own.”

“To fatherhood. To brotherhood. And to everything that comes next.”

Everyone cheers. Jungkook cries. Jin yells “World’s Most Handsome Dad Club STARTS NOW.”

[unhingedthirst]

“It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” For Cyrus × Fem!Reader

I was promised a kidney for this but honestly the fact that you love and support my work will always be more than enough!

Edit- I wrote this right when it was requested but intended to finish it at some point- I didn’t so have this first part of an unfinished fic :3

Living in Sunnyvale and having a situationship with Cyrus came with its own set of difficulties. You didn’t know exactly what you guys were but you know that living next to his sworn enemy was the catalyst for a lot of rough angry sex. Not that you were complaining. Julian, bubbles and Ricky pestered you often about your involvement with Cyrus. You were all sitting around in Julian’s trailer smoking dope laughing about something dumb Ricky said. You all sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments and than Ricky turned to you “why are you dating that fucking dick Cyrus anyway?” It seemingly came out of nowhere but you looked around your friends and they just waited for your response with eager eyes. You sighed “one we aren’t dating..we just hang out.” You say sheepishly and Julian scoffs at you “I can’t believe you bang that creep” you roll your eyes at the man; their disgust used to bother you a lot more but now it was just par for the course. “You guys are just mad that you aren’t banging me” you say confidently and the men collectively groan. You didn’t even know if that statement was true but by how jealous they all acted it be seemed like the logical answer. Bubbles finally spoke after awhile of just listening “you’re a pretty lady and all” he sqawks out and you smile softly with pride “but we care about you. He’s not a good guy!” Bubbles explains and you pat his knee lovingly. A deep blush forms on his cheeks and than Julian speaks again “he can’t even protect you he’s a fucking pussy” Ricky nods. You huff a frustrated breathe and than quickly duck and cover when Ricky pulls out his gun and starts waving it around “he can’t even shoot anything! He’s a dumb idiot coward! He can’t protect you from shit!” Ricky yelled and you got up to leave as Julian and bubbles start scolding him. You yell a goodbye and leave the rest of your dope as a sign of good faith. What they didn’t understand is how sweet Cyrus is with you; fingers in your hair and lips pressed to your neck. Every time you saw him he’d pull you into his lap and say “tell me about your day baby.” It felt so intimate. There was definitely feelings involved on both sides but you weren’t about to be the dumb girl that tries to tie a guy like Cyrus down. He was also so amazing in bed; when you guys were alone and he starts touching you, you lose all brain function. you found your way once again in Cyrus’s car; you’d called him the second you left Julian’s trailer. He was quick to pick you up; eager to get laid probably. As he pulls in front of your trailer the boys are sitting around the shit mobile now drinking. You close your eyes and take a deep breathe bracing for the annoyance you are about to endure. Cyrus makes eye contact with Ricky as he goes in and kisses you hello. Before you could commend Ricky for keeping his cool Cyrus yells out “Fuck off Ricky. I’ve got work to do” and points to you. You shove him with your elbow as you bury your face in your hands. Ricky loses it throwing a beer bottle and screaming at your non boyfriend’s red corvette as he speeds out. Cyrus has always been a tough nut to crack, if felt like he was constantly on a losing streak but with you it felt like he was winning. It started out as just fucking someone hot that he was pretty sure Julian and Ricky were interested in but now it turned into another person accepting him as he was even if it meant you being okay with him keeping you at arms length. You hadn’t discovered how much of a loser he was yet and he was eager to keep it that way.

[tobyfoxmademeascaly]

8 and 10, since i think you DO know the names of songs

8. Favorite Songs!

In no particular order:

A Long Fall - It took me months before i figured out that it shares a motif with the Syrcus Tower music. Also when I get The Twinning in roulettes it makes me lose all inhibitions and start wall-to-walling with reckless abandon.

Endwalker - Footfalls: Uses the motifs of previous expansions well, really feels like a walk down memory lane as the story enters its final lap! Also the Endwalker trailer is when they finally gave us the Leveilleur twins in glorious cg hd.

Return to Oblivion: It fucks. It fucks so hard. The lyrics are such an interesting look into Ryne’s perspective and highlights the parallels one can draw between her and Hydaelyn’s other “chosen” (Ysayle and Minfilia 1.0)

Athena, the Tireless One: just a fantastic song overall, and the culmination of the music becoming more electronic over the course of the Pandaemonium raids! Also the edit where its just the first bit of the song on repeat while Athena stares at the camera is funny.

Scream: what can I say? I love the emogoth vibes. And tragic monsters. And evil women.

10. Favorite Memories!

- Going into Aglaia unspoiled and experiencing Nald’thal and In the Balance completely unprepared. Soken blew my tits clean off.

- Staying up til like 1am to finish Endwalker because I was getting close to the end of it when I probably should have gone to bed. I don’t regret it.

- Doing Shiva EX synced on a whim while still in my Free Trial Era and reaching the phase transition for the first time

- Protocarbuncle Hell before the raid static fell apart (Devour is a cruel and unusual punishment i swear)

And my greatest memory: doing P7 Normal, watching everyone else die when the boss had 10% health left, and then finishing the fight on my own, to the bewildered cheering of the raid. I got seven comms. Warrior Number One.

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Millie’s Co-worker-Louis Partridge

A/n: I'm back to writing for Louis. It's so hard to think of things to write about him. If any of you have any suggestions feel free to let me know!

-Samantha

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Your POV

I was finishing putting my shoes on when I heard a ding coming from my phone. When I looked at my phone, I saw that Millie texted me.

' Hey! I'm outside.'

I texted her back that I was coming down. Once I grabbed my mini backpack with all the things I'm going to need to visit Millie on set.

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Millie and I finally arrived on set and I was getting kind of nervous. I don't know why, but I think Millie could tell cause she grabbed my hand and said...

" Y/n, everybody is going to love you. Remember when I took you with me to the set of Stranger Things."

I smiled and nodded. She then continued...

" They loved you and kept telling me to bring you back so I already have a great feeling that my cast mates are going to love you, especially Louis."

I gave her a weird look.

" Why did you say that, especially Louis?"

She shrugged. " Just have a gut feeling."

I nodded and then took one more deep breath before we both got out of the car. I immediately grabbed Millie's hand again to calm my nerves, which made her laugh.

" Y/n/n! You're going to be okay. I promise you."

I nodded and gave her hand a gentle squeeze before letting it go.

Millie's POV

I was pulling Y/n/n around the set showing her the sets that we were filming in today. While I was showing her the hotel room Louis popped up and scared us both. We both let out a scream and I felt Y/n tug my hand behind me. Which would have made me laugh, but I was trying to calm my breathing.

" Louis! Don't do that!" I yelled

All he did was let out a chuckle. " I'm sorry Millie and Millie's friend."

I tried to hide my eye roll when I saw Louis look Y/n up and down. I just slapped his arm and said...

" Louis, don't be a perv. You're going to scare her."

I heard both of them let out a laugh. I then introduced them.

" Louis this is Y/n and Y/n this is Louis."

They both gave each other a friendly smile.

Louis's POV

I watched both of them walk around the set, but my eyes were just on Y/n. Something about her was making me feel things. I never believed in love at first sight, but I think I just experienced it. The thought of it is making me blush. I was trying to get my face back to normal when I heard Millie laughing. I turned around so fast to see them coming back where I was still standing.

" Louis, why is your face red?" Y/n said innocently

I looked down and stayed really quiet. I heard Millie whisper to Y/n. I rolled my eyes and said...

" Millie, it's not nice to whisper."

They just laughed together while walking to the makeup trailer.

Your POV

While we were walking to the make up trailer Millie said...

" I think Louis fell in love with you."

I lifted my eyebrows and denied it. " No, I don't believe you."

" Believe whatever you want. I still think he fell in love with you."

I smiled thinking about Louis falling in love with me.

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When we were down at the makeup trailer Millie let me stay in her trailer while she was working on set. I honestly started to get bored so I went on tik tok. I was watching videos on my for you page when I got an edit of Louis and it made me smile.

Louis's POV

I asked Mille where Y/n was and she told me that she was in her trailer. I nodded and started walking in that direction when Millie shouted...

" Going to your crush! Ask her out when you're their Louis!"

I turned around to give her a glare before continuing to make my way to the trailers.

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I knocked, but I didn't hear anything so I quietly opened the door to find her distracted. I tried not to laugh at what she was watching. I then walked up to her and said...

" Ooh! Looks like you have a crush on one good looking guy."

She let out a little scream and threw her phone. I chuckled and said...

" So who was that guy you were stalking?"

All she did was cover her face. I smiled and said...

" Y/n/n, it's all right I was just messing with you."

She let out a groan before telling me...

" You were not supposed to see that. God this is so embarrassing."

I just smiled at her and gently sat next to her.

Your POV

I could feel the couch dip, but I still kept my hands on my face. I was so embarrassed that he caught me watching edits of him.

" Y/n, look at me please." he said

I let out a quiet sigh and looked over at him. I saw him smile when he noticed that I listened to him.

" I just want you to know that I may have gotten a crush on you too, so you're not alone if you actually like me."

I could tell by his tone that he was super nervous to tell me that. I gave him a smile. " Really?" I asked shocked

He nodded his head. He then grabbed both of my hands and asked...

" Will you go on a date with me tonight?"

I smiled and said,  " Yes."

Time Jump

I was in my apartment with Millie freaking out about my date with Louis.

" It's not that bad Y/n/n." she said through her laughter

I groaned, " Millie, it's not funny."

She tried to consume her laughter for me, but then her face was getting red. I rolled my eyes and tried to pick out something to wear.

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I was trying to finish my hair when there was a knock on the door. I panicked and before I could grab it Millie said...

" Don't worry babe, I got it."

I mentally thanked her in my head.

Louis's POV

I was nervously standing at her door waiting for it to open. I was about to give myself a pep talk, but I saw Millie in the doorway. She had a teasing smile.

" Well hello Louis. Please come in."

I walked in, but felt Millie grab my wrist before I could walk any further.

" You do anything to hurt my best friend, I will be at your door ready to murder you." She then put on an innocent face and shouted...

" Y/n/n! Your date is here!"

"Millie!" We heard her scream

Both of us let out a laugh. I then heard footsteps coming our way, so when I looked up to find her I was shocked at how beautiful she is.

"Hey"  She whispered

I smiled and greeted her with...

" Hi, you look stunning."

She blushed and thanked me. We then headed to the door when Millie said,  " Don't have too much fun."

We both were a blushing mess.

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I was listening to her talk about a story that happened to her when all of a sudden stopped and looked confused.

" Um, what's wrong?" She questioned

Then it was my turn to get confused. " What do you mean?"

She let out a little giggle. " You're just looking at me funny."

I gave her a look. " I'm not looking at you. I'm just admiring you."

She blushed. " You're adorable when you blush." I teased

She laughed and covered her face. " Louis, stop!"

I let out a chuckle. " Why? You're stunning, and I'm not lying."

She smiled and grabbed my hand. " We'll thank you."

9 months later

Your POV

I was in the passenger seat of Louis's car. My hair was down, the windows were open and his hand was resting on my leg. I smiled at how my life ended up. We stopped at a red light and I felt him turn my face. He smiled at me before giving me a sweet yet short kiss and then continued driving to who knows where. Just as long as it has us both together forever.

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I hope this isn't cringy, I really didn't know how to end it, but I think the ending worked out really well. I am going to try to get requests done this week. Also if any of you guys want to request Louis or anything else, feel free.

I know I haven't been writing much these months, but I really don't have an excuse. I think I lost a little motivation, but since I watched some shows that are new to me, but not new to the world. It has helped me with my imagination. Also I kind of turned into a book nerd because I have been reading non stop.  

All right I hope you guys like this one.

-Samantha

[roadkill-writes]

Step right up!

Eddie x female!reader, Wayne X platonic!reader

This is not my gif! In turn of that I do not give permission for anyone to translate, edit or copy my work in any shape or form. If you come across my work somewhere else please let me know.

Warning(s): unedited, fair fish.

Author note: This is based off a recent post I made about my s/o winning me fish at the local county fair and I couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie having a blast at one.

Page count: 4.3. Word count: 1.4k

You and Eddie have been planning this special night in July since the moment Uncle Wayne had mentioned it over breakfast one morning at the diner you all frequented. Wayne hadn’t seen you light up that excited since the time you showed up to the trailer in the new car you saved up so much to buy. Nothing made Eddie or Wayne happier than seeing you with a gigantic grin sprawled across your face and the brightest in your eyes.

Stepping into the line at the ticket booth at the entrance of the park, the sound of the joyful screams of everyone on rides and laughter amongst the the children and teens alike winning stuffed animal prizes at the plenty of booths of dinky rigged games around. Bouncing with excitement trying to wrangle out the few dollars it was to get into the gates and getting your hand stamped by the little elderly ladies who had just as big of smiles on their faces as you did who were more than happy to volunteer the ticket booths.

Nothing could have prepared Eddie for the high pitched squeals of excitement that you had let out when you had noticed the petting zoo at the far end of the fair, just barley noticed through the large crowds of people. You had grabbed Eddie’s had and began pulling him while bobbing and weaving through all the people.

“Woah, woah slow your roll princess I think I just knocked that kids corn dog out of his hands.” Eddie looked back over his shoulder with a sullen look trying to see if his suspicions had been correct. They were. Port kid.

“But Eddie there are animals that need pet I must go!” Eddie laughed from behind you as you dragged him along into the petting zoo gates. 

Eddie took a step back to admire you and your empathetic heart making sure to give every single baby goat, sheep, cow and bunnies the love you had swore no one else had giving them, even though there were plenty of other people giving all the animals attention.

“Eddie can we take one home?” You had looked up at him from the squatting position with a little black bunny resting in your arms.

“Princess, I wish we could but Wayne already has to clean up after me,don’t think he’d be to happy with a third.” Eddie couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your antics.

Eddie practically had to drag you away from the petting zoo so you could both enjoy the rest of the fair. Which was perfectly fine after you guys stopped in line for one of the many rides in the area. This one happened to be the “alien invasion”.

Eddie shook his head around curls, bouncing everywhere, and you did as well as you stepped down the steps from the ride. “Jesus H Christ, never thought I’d ever spin that fast.” Sending out a chuckle you nodded your head in agreement.

“I’m hungry Ed’s how about you?” Rubbing your stomach to maybe smooth over the grumbling noise.

“Funnel cake or something else your choice?” He flashed you a smile.

“Oh Ed’s you know I love funnel cake you can’t tempt me like that.” The grin on your face proved it all. Taking his hand in yours and rushing off to the nearest funnel cake stand and jumping into the very much growing line.

“That’ll be one dollar miss.” You gave a curt smile as you handed over the bill in return for the largest plate of funnel cakes you’ve seen Eddie could’ve swore your eyes looked as big as the dessert did. He couldn’t help but chuckle as you bounced with excitement as you tore little pieces off and stuffed them into your awaiting mouth.

You and Eddie both finished the dessert in record time and couldn’t stop talking about how delicious it was. “Jesus H. Christ that’s amazing!” You nodded in agreement licking the remaining powered auger from your fingers.

You’re eyes scanned over the bright colorful area surrounding you and your beloved, looking over all the lights eyes being draw to something in particular, the Fish Bowl. The lively blues and yellows really caught your attention.

“Ed’s come on, come on we gotta go there!” You’re hands grabbed on to the closes thing to you which happened to be his leather bounded arm, the sleeve of his leather jacket feels sticky underneath your grasp, maybe from your barely clean funnel cake fingers or maybe the humidity in the air from the summer heat but you didn’t seem to mind more did he seem to care.

Eddie didn’t stand a chance as you drug him around to the games booth, smack dab in the middle of the fair. Eddie sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, not because he didn’t want you to have a fish but because he’s terrible at playing sports and that game in particular you had to throw ping pong balls into fish bowls and god why did it have to be ping pong balls. If it had been a base ball or even a tennis ball he may have stood a chance at winning the fish you so desperately wanted.

After buying a few “plays” for a dollar which in turn gave you a basket of ping pong balls to throw Eddie feels as if he’s letting you down by not being good at this game. Missing every last ball.

“I’m not upset or anything Ed’s, it’s okay I promise.” You patted him on the back in hopes to cheer him up.

“Absolutely not you’re getting that fish.” He reached into his pant pocket and grabbed a hold of a few crumbed bills throwing down a twenty dollar bill.

“Eddie, put that back I don’t want a fish that bad!” Waving your hands in front of your frantically.

The game handler took the twenty, stuffed it into his pocket before handing over two baskets of ping pong balls and holding up a finger to pause Eddie of his movements.

“Hey, buddy wait a second. I’ll make you a deal because she really wants a fish. And you always make your girl happy.”

Eddie looked at the man in confusion but a slight glint in his eye.

“Since you ready put up twenty dollars, no matter if you get a ball in the bowls or not you guys can go home with two fish. So deal?”

You excitedly shook your head yes, while Eddie on the other hand looked at the guy in bewilderment at his words which after a few seconds of silence he finally nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah man deal anything for my princess.” Eddie nudged your arm with his elbow as you now had a blush dusting your cheeks.

Shot after shot Eddie continued to miss, the ping pong balls would either miss entirely or bounce right off the rim of the fish bowls. The game handler finally make his way around the booth again before leaning in to talk to you both.

“Listen man but throw the whole basket at it. Seriously don’t have anything to lose but you’re more likely to get it in that way.”

So Eddie did just that, grabbed the basket by the rim and threw it forward. In finally after all that he made two in the fish bowls, it’s like it happened in slow motion of watching both finally go in.

Eddie had a huge smile on his face while you bounced in your shoes while giving Eddie a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Taking the bag of fish from the game handlers hand and you smiled and both said thank you before walking away.

You had the biggest smile on your face as you peered in the bag from the side at your two new prized possessions. “Oh Ed’s I’ll name this one Cotton candy.” You said as you pointed out the gold and while splotched gold fish. “Oh! Oh! I’ll name this one after that monster from your DND game. Vecna! I’ll name this one Vecna!” You pointed out the bigger fish who’s tail looked to be missing a few pieces.

Eddie couldn’t help but smile for the entire rest of the night and car ride home and you held the bag of fish like your life depended on it as if one small breeze would send them flying. You and Eddie have been planning this special night in July since the moment Uncle Wayne had mentioned it over breakfast, and you two couldn’t be any happier.

[doubtingthomasin]

kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 9: spanking word count: 1.3k

MINORS DNI

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Eddie sits on the couch in his trailer, his leg bouncing furiously, and checks his watch again. 10:30.

She's half an hour late.

All Eddie knows is that his uncle has a shorter shift than usual, which means they have less time together tonight. Eddie huffs and stands to pace when he hears the first crack of thunder. 

Shit.

What if she wrecked? What if she's stranded out on the road somewhere? What if her overbearing mother wouldn't let her leave the house because of the weather and Chrissy had no way of letting him know?

His mind's just gearing up for the worst scenarios when headlights momentarily flash through the screen door. He zips to the porch just as lightning pierces the sky, scaring the crap out of him. "Jesus!"

She's bounding up on the porch before he can reach her car, hair soaked from just five seconds of pounding rain. "I'm so sorry." They rush inside the trailer, Chrissy babbling as she settles in. "Practice ran late, then I had to finish my homework before I went anywhere because my mother said, and I–"

She squeals as Eddie's lips find hers, his hands gathering her to him as he kicks the front door closed. He pulls back an inch, smoothing her hair down as she sighs. "No apologies necessary. I was starting to worry, though."

"So–" She almost says it again before catching herself with a laugh. "Well, I'm here now."

"Yes, you are," he croons, picking her up to straddle his waist as he carries her to his bedroom, already sucking a bruise into the peachy skin of her neck.

"God, I've been thinking about this all day," she groans, hands already combing into his curls.

"Me, too, babygirl," he sighs into her collarbone, kicking his bedroom door shut as well before dropping her on the bed.

She squeaks at the suddenness of falling, giggling as he takes off his shirt. "You thought about me all through band practice?"

"I'm a good multitasker," he explains, grinning as he settles over her, lips brushing over her sternum as he unbuttons her blouse.

"I'm gonna get your pillows wet," she whines, picking at her soaked hair.

"Hope that's not the only thing." They both snicker at his crude humor, but she still can't seem to get out of her head.

"I still feel bad for making you wait," she insists, head falling back between her shoulder blades.

He chuckles, aware that she knows he'd wait years (again) if she asked him to. "I could punish you, if that would make you feel better."

"It might."

He'd been partially joking, so the shock from her immediate compliance makes him stop to look up at her. She does the same, perplexed. "What?"

"Do you really want that?"

She swallows nervously, a little timid. "How much will it hurt?"

"Well, the punishment has to fit the crime," he states, hovering above her again, "so not much."

She mirrors his smile before continuing. "And I can use the safeword if I need to?"

"Always," he assures her, his hand not so absently trailing up and down her thigh. She shivers at the cool metal of his rings, opening her legs wider. He studies her, eyelids heavy, trying to engrave the sight of her in his mind to save it until his dying day.

And Chrissy starts waiting for her punishment. She waits as he eats her out, long and slow, taking his time tongue-fucking her until she's falling apart, screaming. He licks lazily so some of her seeps under her ass and into his sheets.

She waits as he worships her chest, sucking and pinching until she's close again, rubbing down her body in small circles until his fingers slide inside. She's all but crying as his palm rubs into her clit, as he groans around her nipple while she tugs at his hair.

She waits as he pushes into her slowly, keeping her on the edge, pulling all the way out to penetrate again. They're both panting as he gently fucks her, thrusting a little deeper on each stroke as she whimpers his name.

"That's it, princess," Eddie coos, voice so deep she swears she feels it in her cunt. "Just relax." It feels so goddamn good she figures this is the best worst punishment she's ever had. 

Then she simply forgets she was waiting for anything in the first place. He can tell by the way she's groaning in incoherent sentences, her eyes fluttering between open and closed as he pulls her legs up to his chest. He leans forward, folding her in half and filling her up with his cock. She trembles, already slightly pulsing around him as he rubs a hand over her ass, squeezing.

And then he lets go and slaps her square on the rear. Hard.

It has the intended effect. Chrissy shrieks, eyes popping open wide, a wounded look about her. "Eddie?"

"You said you wanted me to punish you," he reminds, trying not to focus too hard on the fact that she's clenching around him more now.

"Yeah, but…ow."

It's so cute that he mocks it. "I know, but you shouldn't have kept me waiting." Smack! Her scream turns to a sob, trailing off as he leans in closer to whisper. "You know the word." She shakes her head stubbornly, eyes squeezed shut, so he leans away. "Wanna come again, pretty girl?"

"Uh-huh," she moans as he rubs the tender reddening flesh.

"I want that, too," he breathes. "But first, I have to do this."

He pulls out and flips her on her stomach, a surprised grunt escaping her. He pushes up under her knees, a silent order for her to spread wider. She does, startled again by how roughly he drags her ass up off the bed and flush with his crotch.

She's actually a little anxious until– "Is this okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," she says hurriedly, the note of concern in his voice quelling her doubt just in time for another spank. "Ooh!" The stinging pain sends a tingle to her clit as she bites her lip, tiny whimpers fading to a gasp as he slides in fully, thrusting in earnest this time.

He presses her shoulders down toward the mattress for a better angle at her cunt and her ass cheeks. He's not sure he'll last much longer, so he gets in a few more good smacks, letting her cries echo through his room after each one, appreciating how her pussy clings to him. He rubs and soothes, evening out both sides as she squeals his name.

"Oh, God!" She screams it as he picks up speed, a slap to the side of her thigh making up for where her cheeks have gone numb. She pulls the pillow forward, stuffing it into her mouth until he rips it away.

"I wanna hear everything," he growls, sliding a hand around her throat and pulling her up suddenly. She grabs a hold of his arms, crying as he brutalizes her, even grabbing a tit to squeeze before lightly slapping.

He doesn't slow down but his hands soften, one hand returning to her neck to tilt her head up so he can kiss her, the other finding her clit and finishing her off. She lurches forward as she finally comes, her voice a hoarse groan as he climaxes, holding on tightly to her thigh as he spills into her.

They fall to the mattress in a heap, and he's instantly struck with the fear that it was waaay too much. And though it's a rare occasion for him, he doesn't know what to say.

He settles for just asking if she's okay when she turns into him, pushing him on his back so she can snuggle into his chest. "Chrissy?"

She sighs, content as the pain fades. "I hope I'm a good girl again now."

He scoffs, running his fingers through her drying hair and planting a kiss on the crown of her head. "You always are, baby. You always are."

[putawayurhalo]

Out For Blood | Chapter 5: Funhouse Mirrors

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Munson!Reader ; Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!O.C.

Warnings:  Strong language, some season 4 spoilers, Tylenol usage, yelling at a best friend, comfort, some angst.

Word Count: 2.8k words

Author’s Note: I wrote this at like midnight and finished writing at 3 am because I kept falling asleep... anyways enjoy! *barely edited*

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“Do we wake her up and tell her?” Dustin asked Jenny as he looked intently at the TV screen as the news played. Jenny bit her lip and thought for a few moments as she slowly paced between the living room and the hallway, glancing every once at her bedroom doorway - her best friend visibly still asleep.

“We can’t… I can’t, this is probably the first time in a while she’s had a decent night’s sleep, Dust.” Jenny responded, and soon they heard a knock on the door. Dustin answered the door and was met with Max, breathing heavily, she pushed past him and looked directly at Jenny before her eyes darted to Dustin’s room.

“Chrissy Cunningham?” Dustin asked as paced around his room, “Are you sure it was Chrissy?”

“Dust…” Jenny started looking at him, “He told me she was going over there after the game.” 

“I saw her in her cheerleader outfit when she was with Eddie.” Max responded.

“Did you tell all this to the cops?” Dustin asked her.

“No… no but I can’t be the only one who saw them together, they stood out… His name’s not in the news yet or anything but I guarantee you he’s suspect one now.”

“That’s crazy Eddie didn’t do this. No way.” Max raised her eyebrows at Dustin, “No way!”

“Will you two keep it down?” Jenny whisper-shouted at them. “(Y/N) is asleep in my room and these walls are thin.” 

“(Y/N)’s here?” Max asked, relief written on her face, the younger girl hadn’t seen her neighbor that night or in the morning. 

“She stayed the night. Besides, she’ll be the second person to tell you Eddie wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone Chrissy.” Jenny crossed her arms over her chest.

“I know you guys are close with Eddie, almost as close as you both are with (Y/N) but we can’t assume that.” Max replied, “We can’t assume anything.”

“Then why haven’t you told the cops this?” Dustin questioned her.

“... I don’t know.” Max rubbed her elbow with her hand and shrugged, looking around the room nervously. 

“You don’t know?”

Max sighed before sitting on Dustin’s bed, “After I saw Eddie and Chrissy go into the trailer… something else happened.” She looked up at Jenny, who’s stance went from defensive to having empathy. “The TV went static-y like when the antennas need to be moved around but after a few seconds the lights started to flicker and then I heard Eddie scream. I saw him run into his van and drive off, which wasn’t anything too weird, he always drives like a maniac and the power goes off in my place all the time… but this morning, I started to think back and I don’t know, the look on his face, he was scared.” She looked back at Dustin, “Really scared… maybe he was scared because you know he- he just killed someone, or… maybe, maybe um…” She paused.

“Something else killed her?” Dustin asked. 

Max nodded in response, “But that’s impossible.”

Jenny sighed, “It should be… but there’s only one person who knows what actually happened. We have to tell her now Dustin, we can’t keep her in the dark if her brother’s involved.”

“But we promised Steve we wouldn’t tell her without him.” Dustin started.

“You! You promised him, I didn’t and Max didn’t either.” Jenny said as she exited the room, “(Y/N) wake up.” She gently shook her friend awake.

“Mmmh.” She hummed as she slowly opened her eyes, “What?”

“You need to get ready, we’ve got something to do.” Jenny passed her some clothes she kept in a drawer at her house.

“Okay…”

“So you’re telling me that Demogorgons from Dungeons and Dragons are real?” (Y/N) asked as she looked at Dustin and Max as they all drove to Family Video. Dustin nodded, “You’re joking. That is a big fucking lie.” 

“(Y/N), I didn’t believe them at first either.” Max said, (Y/N) turned to look at her, the younger girl nodded at her.

“Fuck…” (Y/N) sighed and sat there in silence for a few moments before turning to Jenny “So the mall fire?”

“The mall fire was real.” Jenny gulped, “But Roxy was long gone before that… same with Billy. There was nothing any of us could do, I wish there was.”

“So you let me go for almost a year, crying, blaming myself for Roxy’s death and wishing I was there to help her when there wasn’t even a chance to… you let me fucking sob on your shoulder over her death… Oh my fucking God, you let me cry over Steve standing me up when he never fucking did!” (Y/N) shouted at her best friend. 

“To be fair, he wanted to tell you, none of us were allowed to.” Dustin responded and was quickly met with a glare.

“That’s not going to comfort her, Dustin.” Max replied as Jenny pulled into a parking spot, she nodded at the two kids to run in first. The two exited the car and ran inside the store, Jenny turned towards (Y/N).

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Jenny started.

(Y/N) turned toward her best friend, tears in her eyes, “Do you know how it feels, Jennifer? Everything I knew is suddenly a distant fucking thought in the back of my mind and my entire life is being laid out in front of me but every important moment in the last few years has been a fucking lie. This entire foundation our friendship was built on wasn’t ever a fucking home for me, it was just a wall, a wall built on lies!”

“(Y/N), I wanted to tell you.” Jenny started crying as well,

“Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night after having nightmares about your best friend’s death and waking up every morning thinking you could have prevented it, or even wonder why the fuck you’re still here and she’s not? That’s been my life and you know this and you’re telling me you could have fucking saved me at least some of my pain? And now the one person in my life who hasn’t left me or lied to me about anything might be public enemy number one!” She continued.

“(Y/N) come on, you can’t put all of that on me.” Jenny pleaded.

“Oh, fuck off, Jennifer.” (Y/N) got out of the car, slamming the door and entering the store. 

“Do you want me to strangle him or do you want to do that?” 

“We can take turns.” (Y/N) scoffed as she heard the Family Video duo talk.

“Oh thank God.” Steve muttered, earning a raised eyebrow from Max. 

“(Y/N), we need a list of Eddie’s friends!” Dustin shouted.

“Got it.” (Y/N) responded walking around the counter to him.

“Max, fill them in.” (Y/N) began writing names down for Dustin, tuning out Max and the duo talking, missing when Jenny walked in.

“Here.” She handed the list to Dustin before grabbing her Walkman out of her bag, “Hey Max, do you have any Tylenol with you?”

“Yeah.” Max nodded, reaching into her own bag, pulling the bottle out and handing it to her.

“I owe you big time.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Max smiled smally at her before turning to Dustin and helping him with the list.

“She knows.” Jenny whispered to Steve, Steve turned to look at (Y/N) as she placed her headphones on her head and pressed play on the tape.

“What?” 

“She knows now. We told her in the car, she’s mad at me more than anything else at the moment.” Jenny told him, looking over at (Y/N) who leaned against a wall with her eyes closed.

“And me?” Steve asked her.

“From what I know, no… but I can’t be too sure.”

“God dammit, that was the last number.” Jenny hung up the phone, and the group turned towards Steve.

“What?” He asked, clueless to why they would look at him. Max glared at him before nodding her head toward (Y/N) who was now sat on a stool reading her book, headphones still on.

“Dingus you’re the only one she’s responded to in the last few hours.” Robin spoke as she watched Steve still look at the rest of them confused, “We need you to ask her if there’s anyone else she can think off.” 

Steve nodded before walking over to (Y/N), she looked up at him, book marking her page, and pulled her headphones off, “Yes?”

“No one’s seen Eddie… is there any other person you could think of?” Steve touched her shoulder, “Any one you left off the list?”

(Y/N) sighed, “There is one person… but I’ve only been there once and Eddie made me swear to never follow him there again.”

“Do you think you could lead us there?” Dustin asked, interrupting the two.

“I can but it’s your funeral when Eddie asks who’s to blame why I’m there, Dustin.” (Y/N) responded.

“Okay one problem… we’re not all going to fit into one car.” Robin spoke as they all looked at the two vehicles. 

“I can drive three of you and Steve can take one.” Jenny offered.

“Cool, so I’m going with Steve.” (Y/N) said glaring at Jennifer as she walked over to Steve’s car. Steve looked confused at first but shrugged as he followed her to his car.

“Well that’s settled.” Jenny muttered, “Come on.”

Steve and (Y/N) got into his car, the radio softly started playing as he started it, “Do you want to put your mixtape in?” He asked her, and she shook her head.

“No the radio’s fine. Thank you, Steve.” 

“So uh… Where am I going?” He turned toward her.

She turned her head to look at him, “It’s near Lovers Lake.” She responded before turning her head back to look out the windshield. The two sat in silence as he drove, Jenny following them in her car not too far behind them. (Y/N) sat and thought about how her life felt like a maze, no matter what question she had it ended up either a deadend or had a few options to go down, and the further she got through that maze the more everything felt like she was looking at funhouse mirrors, as if she was surrounded by them with no clue what the real reflection was. 

“So all of this is true?” She asked quietly.

“Is what true?” Steve asked in response, taking a quick glance at her.

“The demogorgons, demodogs? The Mindflayer?” She turned to look at him.

Steve sighed, “Yeah…” He looked over at her again seeing her frown.

“So you lied to me as well.” She barely muttered. 

“I never lied to you, (Y/N/N).” Steve started, “I wanted to tell you exactly what happened but I wasn’t allowed to. None of us were allowed to tell anyone about any of this, the only reason Robin got to know was because she got dragged into it by accident. If you had been at Scoops the night before… if you had been there when we cracked that Russian code - the one that made you giggle because you thought for sure it was just some elaborate prank  the boys pulled on Dustin. I’m glad you weren’t there, and as much as it hurt me not to be able to tell you the full truth and explain to you what happened that night I was glad you didn’t get dragged into this bullshit with us. It meant I got to keep you safe from all of it, at least I thought it did.”

“Steve… it may have kept me out of physical harm but I spent nights crying myself to sleep. Over Roxy, over you, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me when you didn’t visit me after that night happened.” (Y/N) felt tears begin to form in her eyes.

“Were the phone calls and me coming to your trailer not enough of a clue?” Steve asked her as he turned down a road.

“I thought you were just trying to save face… up here on the right.” (Y/N) reached into her bag and pulled out the bottle of Tylenol Max had handed her earlier, she took two more pills.

“You’ve been popping those like they’re candy.” Steve commented as he watched her.

“I’ve been having these nasty migraines, I’m pretty sure there’s some kind of gas leak at the trailer park, Max has been experiencing them too. Right there, there’s the house.” She told Steve, “But uh the only thing that’s been truly easing the pain is listening to this mixtape. I’m not too sure who made it, but it’s all my favorite songs.” She smiled, “Puts my mind at ease, Eds even puts it on when I accidentally wake him up in the middle of the night with my screams.” Her smile faltered.

Steve parked his car and turned to face her, “I made it.”

“Huh?” She looked at him confused.

“I made the mixtape and I bought the book, I knew you left it in the back room of Scoops, you always said you loved reading in there because it was quiet but not quiet enough to where you could hear your own thoughts. You liked the little bit of noise that came from Robin, Jenny, and I taking and making orders, and you kept saying it was your favorite book. So I bought it as an apology gift… but I was too much of a chicken to actually give it to you.”

Steve drove down the dirt road, windshield wipers at full speed as the rain poured down, he parked his car a few trailers down before looking at his passenger side seat. In the seat laid a box wrapped in brown packaging paper and tied with string, he had Robin help him tie the string around the box - ‘not too tight’ he made sure to tell her ‘she has to be able to open it without getting frustrated, she hates getting frustrated with packaging and she’ll just toss it and forget it exists’. He smiled to himself as he reached into his backseat for an umbrella and got out of his car, grabbing the box and tucking it into his side making sure it didn’t get damaged. 

He started his short walk toward the Munson trailer and smiled to himself, pumping himself up to knock on the door and give her the box, but as he neared the door he lost all his confidence. He set the box down on the table underneath the awning and knocked on the door before running off, hiding in the distance far enough to where she couldn’t see him but he could see her. He watched as she opened the door, hood pulled up on her jacket as she looked around. She noticed the box and tilted her head to the side as she looked at it, walking to the table, she lifted it and read the tag ‘To: (Y/N/N)’ with a heart drawn next to it. She shook her head but set the box back down, pulling on the string surprised at the ease of its undoing. She ripped the packaging paper off and opened the box, she pulled the book out first and started to look around, a gleam of hope but she couldn’t find who she was looking for, she sighed as she placed the book back down in the box and pulled out the mixtape, written on it was ‘all your favorite songs’, she smiled at it before placing it back in the box.

 As she closed the box back up as best as she could, a car pulled up to the trailer, Eddie and Jenny got out of the car, Jenny with a bag of food in her hand and a few wrapped presents in the other, Eddie holding an umbrella over her head not caring that his hair was getting wet. She looked over them with a big smile on her face and reopened the box showing them was in the box, Eddie grabbed the mixtape reading it over as Jenny smiled back at her friend before turning and looking right over to where Steve had been hiding, but he was gone by that point, having left as soon as Eddie and Jenny showed up.

(Y/N) and Steve looked at one another, “I thought… When Jenny told me she and Robin didn’t make it, I thought she was lying.”

“She wasn’t thou-” Steve was interrupted by a knock on the window.

 “Come on you idiots, we have an Eddie to find!”

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Jily (James Potter/Lily Evans), minor Wolfstar (Remus Lupin/Sirius Black)

My entry for the September Jily Challenge! @jilychallenge

Prompt: I tripped on the red carpet and you caught me

Partner was the amazing @kates836! Thank you for being an amazing partner!

In a fake PR relationship with Severus Snape, Lily can’t help be distracted by the real person who has her heart. 

Word Count: 4,077

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The car took a sharp left and Lily tried to stabilize herself so she didn’t touch Severus, who was sitting beside her. She made eye contact with Mary, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Mary shot her the millionth apologetic look.

Lily glanced back down at her phone, just in time to see a reply to the picture that she had sent of her in her dress.

Ahdjsfhkjdsf I can’t breathe. How dare you send this to me right before I walk out on the red carpet.

She smiled widely down at her phone.

I don’t know how I’m going to function with you that close and can’t do anything about it.

She smiled faltered for a second, because yeah, that was truly going to be torture for her too.

I’m about to go out. I can’t wait to see you.

Lily bit her lip before typing a reply.

If you think this dress looks good on me now, wait until you take it off.

The message bubbles appeared instantly and Lily’s smile turned smug.

You shouldn’t have said that. I’m going to think about it all night now. Love you

Love you too

She locked her phone and handed it to Mary, who would be holding all of her personal items for the rest of the night. Severus sighed deeply beside her and Lily tried not to roll her eyes.

If Lily had it her way, she’d be arriving with a very different date. But Lily didn’t have a choice. What the studio wanted, the studio got. Including a semi-fake relationship with her co-star, Severus Snape.

They had just finished filming the final season of their wildly popular show, The Hollow Hour. The show definitely didn’t need this kind of press to be successful, but Lily still didn’t have a choice in the matter, considering she had already booked a leading role in another one of their shows.

On-screen, Lily and Snape played Tara and Gideon, characters who had been in love since they were children and fighting in a war where they possibly wouldn’t make it out. Off-screen, Lily could hardly stand the presence of Snape.

It didn’t start out that way. When they’d first met, Lily had thought he was pretty cool. The show had been her first big break, as she had only done television guest appearances before then. Snape had a few movies under his belt, one of which was super popular. Their friendship had started out as his kind of giving her direction when it came to the whole fame thing.

Then, it got a little invasive. He would just be in her trailer, coming in without knocking. He started asking for more date-like hangouts. His disgusting political beliefs started coming out through their conversations and his apparent hatred for their co-star, Remus Lupin because he was openly gay. And he started acting as she owed him something, especially since the show took off.

The rumors had started before Lily realized that Snape was the creep that he was. People saw them pining on screen and going out for the occasional drink after a long day when Lily could still stand him and suddenly, people thought they were in love.

It had been a real nuisance in Lily’s life. Every interview, she tried to squash the rumors, whereas Snape would encourage them. It didn’t help that the show got popular, like really insane amounts of popularity. The character shipping took a sharp left turn into people shipping them.

Snily, they called them. From fanfiction to edits and art to covers of glossy magazines. It was everywhere. No matter if Lily was doing interviews from one of her movies, they would ask about Snape.

And since Lily was some sort of a masochist, she knew exactly what the fans thought of their relationship. They thought Lily denied the relationship because she was very private about her life, and Snape would never say it outright because he wanted to respect her but also wanted the world to know that she is his.

It didn’t help that Snape had accumulated a very dedicated fanbase. Like worship-the-ground-he-walked-on kind of dedication. To the point where Lily would get occasional death threats because she was “hurting him by denying their relationship.”

They never seemed to believe Lily when she said no, much like Snape and their studio. Lily couldn’t flat out deny the relationship in interviews anymore until after the final episode. It made her want to dry heave.

The car was slowing, and Lily could hear the buzz of fans and reporters. They were in the queue now for the red carpet. Mary unbuckled and twisted around in the seat, doing a final check of Lily’s hair and make-up.

Lily smoothed down her green satin dress, her legs bent awkwardly to not crease the dress and also not puncture the fabric with her stiletto pumps. Lily’s after-party dress was hanging up in the back, but Lily didn’t know if she was actually going to attend.

It had taken her a long time to feel beautiful at these types of events. Being considered plus size in this industry felt like a death sentence, especially since Lily refused to play the “funny fat friend” or anything like that. But she felt good tonight, especially with the way it hugged her curves and the bit of cleavage showed.

Severus looked like himself, just in a suit. His greasy hair was covered in dry shampoo and tucked behind his ears. He turned towards Lily and smiled like a cat who got the cream.

“We could make this real, you know?” he said, for probably the millionth time. “You and I would work.”

Lily tried not to crinkle her nose in disgust. “Severus,” she said. “You know I have no interest in that.”

There had been many times where Lily wished she could speak her mind and rip him a new one, but she could not get branded as a diva. So, she played off these uncomfortable moments with a laugh and polite words, even when she was telling him no for the millionth time.

She saw the corner of his lips turn down in a slight frown and averted her eyes to stare straight ahead.

The voices outside got louder and suddenly the car was stopping. Mary jumped out of the car quickly as Lily unbuckled. Moody, Lily’s driver, and bodyguard, also got out quickly to open Lily’s door.

She had to take Moody’s hand to step out. She wobbled when she shifted her weight to her high heels but quickly corrected herself. She was going to have blisters for weeks after tonight. Mary appeared from the other side of the car, hands already straightening Lily’s dress.

They were covered from the cameras here, so no one saw Mary make sure Lily’s breasts were firmly taped into the dress. The low cut of the dress required her boobs to be placed perfectly and one slip would probably cost Lily her career. That’s why Lily had Mary, her best friend since they were children and who now worked as her PA. The back of the dress was practically nonexistent and her long auburn waves tickled her with every movement.

Mary quickly batted away one of her dark coily curls that snuck out of its bun before giving Lily a once over.

“You look gorgeous,” she said, smiling. “He’s not going to want to take his eyes off of you.”

Lily gave her a real smile and a quick hug before stepping away to get around the car where Severus was surely waiting. She already had her red carpet smile on and tried not to pay attention to the up and down look Severus was giving her.

Severus reached out his arm to escort Lily, but Lily walked past it. They said they had to arrive together, not actually walk together. Mary let out a snort of laughter as she followed Lily out to the carpet—to walk with Lily but hidden away.

The lights were blinding as Lily walked out on the carpet. Cameras flashing every second, people yelling questions at her. Lily was now a pro at this, after so many years of practice. The screams intensified, signaling Snape was now making his appearance.

Lily moved slowly down the carpet, making sure her smile stayed in place. Towards the end of her walk, Snape did sneak up on her, wrapping an arm around her waist taking extra care to let his fingers drag against her bare skin. She fought to not recoil away from him.

She smiled and laughed though she wanted to push him away.

The entrance to Royal Albert Hall was full of reporters and cameras. Lily never really minded this part of the red carpet because most of the time it was just questions like “who are you wearing?” or the occasional fun game with whatever fledgling media company had weaseled reporters in.

Lily was heading towards the first available reporter, a young woman who was smiling widely as Lily approached. But a familiar head of dark curls caught her eye, and she couldn’t help the way her attention turned immediately that way.

It had been six weeks since her boyfriend of three years had touched her. Six weeks since she had felt the indentation of him next to her in bed, felt his warmth, had him within her fingertips.

And James looked so good, it made Lily want to pull him away and find the nearest secluded spot. The way his tailored suit hugged the angles of his body, the body that she knew like it her own.

She could feel her heart start pounding in her chest, and she hoped the cameras weren’t picking up the way her hands were shaking.

“Lily Evans!” the young reporter cheered. “How are you on this fine evening?”

“I’m doing great,” Lily said, smiling and resisting the urge to look at James.

“So, you arrived with rumored beau and co-star, Severus Snape,” the reporter cheered. “Care to confirm anything?”

Lily fake laughed. “We just carpooled. Better for the environment.”

The girl’s face tightened a bit, but the reporter knew better than to press.

Lily answered her questions with ease. Who was she wearing? Did she feel good about her role as a presenter? What was she going to do after the final season of The Hollow Hour?

Once the interview concluded, she turned to go to the next reporter.

But there was James, looking at her with a slight smile on his lips. His dark brown eyes did a quick once over of her, appraising her every curve quickly. And goddamn, he wore his glasses instead of his contacts, reminding Lily of the quiet moments in her flat where they were tangled together, his glasses pushing into her face. His normal frizzy curls were more defined thanks to whatever hair product his stylist made him use. His brown skin was as flawless as ever, glowing in the camera flashes in the fading day.

It couldn’t have been more than a moment where their eyes met, but it was enough to thoroughly distract Lily to the point of missing the small bump in the carpet. Her shoe caught and the sensation of falling happened before she felt strong arms catch her.

“Are you okay?” James asked as Lily’s world steadied in his arms, the concern in his eyes.

Lily felt her cheeks redden, both from the embarrassment of tripping on the red carpet and the fact that she was in James’s arms. She nodded but when she stepped back, her right shoe gave out.

She moved away from James’s arms, but took his hand, their fingers clasping each other, to keep her balance as she lifted her dress up to see the heel completely snapped off.

“Well, that’s great,” she said with a laugh. James laughed with her. She wobbled for a second and James’s hand grabbed her side to steady her, his fingers making her burn.

Lily couldn’t help but smile softly at him as Mary appeared, getting on her knees in front of Lily, urging her to turn slightly. She let go of James’s hand and used his shoulder to keep her balance as Mary undid the straps on Lily’s shoes. Mary, who was definitely getting a raise after this, took off her own black kitten heels and gave them to Lily.

She was now several inches shorter and her dress dragged a bit on the ground, but it was better than no shoes at all.

“I owe you my life,” Lily told Mary, who smiled in response. Lily didn’t miss the way she gave James a glance and then a teasing smile back to her. She turned back to James. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem,” he replied. “I’ll see you around?”

She wanted to say that she would see him tonight, preferably with no clothes, but she just smiled and nodded in response.

As she let go and James stepped away, the last thing on her mind was the cameras catching every moment.

~~~

To Lily’s detriment, her manager had called Mary to tell Lily that she had to be seen at the after-party with Snape.

Lily tried not to recoil at Severus’s hand on her lower back as he led her to the after-party. The cameras were blinding against the darkness of the night, but Lily let herself be led into the venue, Moody doing his best to push back against the raging crowd.

The venue only had a few selective members of the press inside, but it was little enough that it put all the celebrities at ease. There was no real food, just snacks because seeing your favorite movie star get sloshed would sell magazines and get them trending on Twitter.

Lily’s stomach growled. She couldn’t remember the last full meal she had.

Severus kept a firm hand on her back. She smiled and laughed at the right times as they talked with winners from the night. A live band started and Lily’s ears rang with the loud music. She kept knocking back glasses of champagne because at least the buzz would take the edge off the hungry looks in Severus’s eyes and make her not recoil when he tried to whisper in her ear.

Her saving grace came in the form of Remus Lupin somewhere south of midnight.

She came back from the loo and purposefully walked away from where she knew Severus was waiting. The alcohol was thrumming through her veins, and she felt light. Her shoes—or Mary’s shoes—had been kicked off long ago, and she was stumbling through the crowds of famous people.

Remus stood at the picked-over snack table, probably looking for any scraps of leftover chocolate. He had been Lily’s co-star since day one and her favorite to boot. Severus hated him, mostly because Lily liked him more, but also because he was openly gay and in a long-term relationship with the model, Sirius Black, who Snape also hated.

Remus had been the reason she and James met. She also knew that where Remus was, Sirius wasn’t far, and if Sirius wasn’t far, neither was James.

And she wanted to see James more than anything.

“Boo,” she said, poking Remus’s side. The man jumped, almost dropping his chocolate-covered strawberry.

“Bloody hell, Evans,” he said. Lily laughed, already feeling better. She clumsily picked up a biscuit and took a bite.

“How’s your night been going?” she asked. Remus let out an amused huff.

“Same old, same old,” he said. “You?”

Lily didn’t respond and Remus laughed, knowing exactly how her night had been going. They grabbed a few more snacks and Lily proceeded to follow him, hoping that he would lead her to the person she needed to see.

James was sitting at a table across from Sirius, and Lily’s heart immediately started beating rapidly. His suit jacket and tie were gone, just leaving him in his tight white button-up. The top buttons were undone, hinting at his chest that Lily knew better than the back of her own hand.

The sluggish haze of the alcohol in her system reminded her of when they first met. It had been at The Hollow Hour season one wrap party, and Remus had invited James and Sirius. He had caught her eye from across the room, the curly black hair and glasses were a dangerous combination for Lily, especially with the dark jeans that had hugged his very nice arse. She was so nervous that she had had to take a shot before she walked over to have Remus introduce her.

She had taken him home and when she woke up in the morning, recovering from the best sex she had ever had in her life, she found him making breakfast for her.

He stayed the whole weekend.

Then they texted non-stop and started having dates, sitting in Lily’s apartment with take-away and cheesy movies.

And here they were, three years later, hopelessly in love, and pretending that they weren’t because her stupid television show needed promoting.

It hadn’t been meant to be a secret for so long. In the beginning, they just wanted to figure each other out without all the press breathing down their necks. It’s just how it all happened.

It wasn’t like the important people in their lives didn’t know. Their parents and most trusted friends did. And they already decided that once the whole thing with Snape stopped, they were going to go public because they wanted to move in together and finally go on real dates.

Lily saw the way he perked up when he saw her. A small smile on his lips, his shoulders moving back. There was a moment when Lily could have sworn that there were no other people in the room until someone bumped into her.

She slid into the booth beside him, not caring about how dangerous that was, especially when their legs touched.

“Hey,” he said, his deep voice tugging at her in a way she missed while he was gone.

“Hey,” she replied. She could tear her eyes away from him and she didn’t know if she wanted to, either.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius said, not even jarring the couple. “Get out of here before you start shagging on the table.”

James raised his eyebrows in question, which Lily answered with a smile. He reached down for his pockets.

“I’m texting Moody,” he said.

Anticipation pooled in her stomach and as she grabbed another biscuit to eat because it was something to do, her hands shook. James placed his hands on Lily’s thigh and she couldn’t think of anything else until he leaned over and told her that Moody said it was all clear.

Even in her drunk state, she located her shoes and practically sprinted to the back door where Moody was waiting.

There were a few paparazzi pictures taken as Lily quickly hopped into the back of the SUV and Moody got into the driver’s seat. He handed her her small bag that had her phone in it that Mary had been carrying. She was too excited to even get her phone out as Moody did two laps around the block before pulling right back into the same spot.

The second James jumped in and the door was closed, Lily was on him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to her, meeting their lips in a deep, but sloppy kiss. Lily kicked her legs up onto his lap and pulled him down as laid down the best she could in the back seat. James laughed a little against her lips, causing Lily to pull away and laugh too.

“Next year, we’re going to this together,” she said, opening her eyes to see him in whatever light that shone in from the windows. She got flashes of his eyes and his wide smile as she sat up, still keeping her legs on her.

“Absolutely,” he replied, pressing a light kiss to her lips. “And we’re going to still traumatize Moody on the way home.”

Said man let out a snort. “No, I’m getting a divider.”

Lily barely remembers the rest of the car ride and getting to her flat. All she remembers is the taste of James’s lips and the feeling of his hands on her.

~~~

The blaring noise of a phone call is what made Lily wake up. She jumped violently, kicking James in the process, who let out a pained groan as Lily disentangled herself from him to be able to reach her nightstand to turn off the god-forsaken ear-splitting sound.

Her hand smacked into the nightstand, but her phone wasn’t there. She realized it must be James’s.

She nudged him and he groaned, but she could feel him move around in the bed. Finally, it stopped and James spoke.

“Hello?” he fell silent. “What are you talking about?”

Lily, who was already falling asleep again, opened her eyes at his tone and suddenly, he was shaking her.

“I’ll call you back Sirius,” James said as Lily sat up.

He hung up the call and threw his phone down on the bed. He tugged at his hair as Lily watched him with wide eyes.

“They know about us,” he said.

“What?” Lily exclaimed, reaching for his phone.

She typed in the passcode and saw the million phone calls from his manager and publicist. She opened Twitter, and right there, trending number one, was a still of James’s arm around her when she broke her shoe.

"Lily Evans, caught in a love triangle."

"Actress Lily Evans and actor James Potter are rumored to have left the BAFTA after-party together despite Evans arriving with Severus Snape."

She clicked on the first article while her stomach soured.

"Lily Evans and Severus Snape have long been rumored to have been dating, but last night’s events have seemingly squashed the rumors for good."

The article went into detail about the rumors between Lily and Severus, before finally getting to last night.

"James Potter, actor, best known in his role on the popular historical drama "Mountainside Valley', was able to catch Evans on the red carpet when her shoe broke. The footage from the cameras that were rolling by the pair has been released.

According to sources, the two are familiar with each other. Lily’s co-star, Remus Lupin is both friends with Potter and is even dating his adoptive brother Sirius Black, so we can speculate that they have met before. Based on the videos, they do seem to be familiar with each other.

What really solidified the relationship between the two actors comes from an unknown source who attended the after-party. 'She sat next to him and then a few minutes later, they left.'

Fans seem to be having a lot of mixed reactions to Evan’s alleged actions.

@snapewife45346 wrote: 'ALL LILY HAS EVER DONE IS HURT HIM. HE NEEDS TO LEAVE HER ASS FOR GOOD!!'

@snnnily394 on Twitter wrote: 'i don’t think it’s true. She would never do that to him.'

@taraisgod wrote: 'They have never said they’re in a relationship, you all are just projecting. Let her be happy!!'

@mountainbaddie wrote: 'Evans UPGRADED'

Lily set down James’s phone, unable to do anything else. She met his eyes and took a deep breath.

Her gut reaction was that it sucked. It sucked that they didn't come out on their own terms. The studio was probably pissed, or maybe they thought the bad press was good press.

But as she looked at James, sitting beside her on his side of the bed, the bed he only rarely got to occupy these days, she realized that maybe it was a blessing.

“We could deny it,” James said, a frown tugging at his lips. “Say that we’re best friends if you think that’s what the studio would want.”

Lily shook her head. “I don’t want you like a best friend. I don’t want to deny myself of you anymore.”

He smiled, soft and sweet. Lily yanked the bedsheets off of herself and crawled over to him, straddling his legs. She was only wearing a pair of knickers and one of his t-shirts. His hands immediately snuck up the shirt and caressed her hips, his thumbs teasing her panties.

“Joint statement?” he asked, as Lily leaned in. She kissed him soundly.

“In a minute,” she said, kissing him again.