#I have no clue how bad Billy is I only know that he's a big jerk (and probably worst than high school Steve)

[twpsyn-who]

I was thinking a little bit about the Steve, Eddie and Billy dynamic and came to the conclusion that they are literally BakuKiriKami and now I can not unseen it.

[rzyraffek]

Grrrr open orders? I want one of Jason, Jesse, Billy Lenz and Thomas(and if you want put more) with a Y/N who loves teasing them and tickling them or pinching their sides

Omg yasssss

Thanks for request btw

Slasher being tickled

I dont writte for Jesse i never seen a movie with him sorry. Request open

List of characters:Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Thomas Hewitt, Micheal Myers, Corey Cunningham

(I used they/them)

Jason:

He cant talk, but oh boy he is ticklish, he will move his shoulders up and down(like when you laugh) very fast

If he could laugh he would be giggling so loud rn, also if y/n is ticklish aswell he will to tickle fight(he will let y/n win)

Also please everytime y/n pinches his sides he goes😳 because he thinks is super cute and silly

Also dont tease him, he will pass out due to love and embarasment

Billy Lenz

Will do tickle fight but kinda forgets in middle of it and starts biting y/n or laying on them(billi boi gets sweepy easly)

He is the type of person to laugh super loud and If y/n pinches him he will get spooked and kick drop you /hj

He is super ticklish, he will try to fight y/n back but its easy to overpower him while he wheezes for air

Dont try to tease this little rat men will take it too seriously and vent to his rat army that lives in y/n attic (y/n has No clue)

Thomas

When y/n tries to sneakly tickle from behind he will just turn his head around and do 🤨🧍

I dont think be was ever tickled before? Like his family isnt the most lovable and charming ever. Y/n has to explain whats fun about tickles... well bad idea he will tickle them so hard that they almost pass out

Well in his defence-y/n didnt tell him that person cant breath while being tickled

Also He always gets a bit tense when y/n pinch him unexpected, but its still cute how y/n tries to spook him or make him laugh

Micheal:

He is God of pretending he does not have tickles(hes super ticklish he just know how to act)

So he doesnt like when y/n does that(hes worried they will find out and tease him about it)

If y/n tries to suprise attack him he will slowly grab their arms(while they tickle him) so they cant move them, and just kill them with eye contact, a long eye contact

If y/n ever menages to make him chuckle( it will be the most quiet chuckle ever) he will be angy :(

Corey:

Is ticklish(mostly on neck) y/n will find out when they tried to kiss him there and he just went: woah babe🤨🤨thats a nono zone?😒

If y/n is ticklish he will have the most evil plan ever. He will pretent he wants some cuddles and when y/n lays on him (or next to him, or on his lap) he will hug them really thight and starts tickling them. He is cruel he wont stop

The only way y/n can get out of this situation is either somehow tickling him back or pinching his sides, he will do a suprised gasp and go 🤯did you just 😓pinch me😭(sorry for big amount of emojis im aware)

Request open as always, thanks for those.

[randomnameless]

I'm beginning to think there might have been discourse/debate between KT and IS regarding the Fodlan games. We'll never know of course but it would be amusing if that's the case considering how it translated to their audience.

lol

Some people already thought about it, and while Nopes was a heavily marketed/produced product by KT, at the end of the day, even for FE16, IS had to pop in and give a sign of approval.

I think the interview for Engage more or less revealed that while the two games weren't developed together, they were thought of as being wildly different experiences - both in gameplay and story, and while I have my own gripes with Engage's story especially in the last chapters, Engage's big character resolution is

Alear coming to terms with what they were born as, but deciding, nonetheless, to use their power to be and act as the divine dragon Lumera was, aka use their power to do something "good" even if they were born as Sombron's kid thus supposed to do "bad" things.

Compare this with "crust BaD" - nowhere in the Fodlan games is it ever mentionned, by one character who has a crust, that crust is only a power and not inherently bad or good, it's what you decided to do, you as someone who has the opportunity to use this power, who ultimately choose to do the right thing, or the wrong thing.

Hell, it's only when Fodlan met another game (fully developed by IS, for better and worse) that his question is raised, and quickly eluded by Supreme Leader warping away from Lissa, because hey, in an IS game, that question would have been raised, and defaulting to "crusts BaD" has never been the house's recipe to make a game - especially since this specific recipe has been overused, first in FE Jugdral (Loptyr blood isn't inherently evil, that was the teaching Blaggi tried to promote that was later ignored and then forgotten), then, sort of in FE6 (no Fa, divine dragons aren't doomed to become souless war dragon producing machins or humanity's enemies!), in FE13 with Robin and their fell blood, and finally, in FE17.

I think, even if FE16 still sells a lot of alts in FEH and DLC and what not, the lack of side materials and goodies is, imo, telling enough about what IS wants to do with it - FE17 got a manga release on the shonen jump + (i think?) even when the sales are inferior to FE16's (granted, if we compare something that was around for 4 years including 2020 to a game released in January, that's not very fair) - Nopes's DLC was called off and bar FEH milking the Fodlan verse to sell units, imo, IS wants to drop it and move forward.

And while it makes me sad because there are things I'm legit interested in (war of heroes guide like the tellius recollection guide plz), given what "Fodlan" ended up when KT was left (mostly?) alone in the form of Nopes (you effing beat up refugees to steal their gold! Like, we're the red units beating the green npcs, or the bandits burning houses??) - I am less and less sure I want to see more Fodlan content, even if I was pleasantly surprised with the Fodlan content - especially regarding Nabateans who are completely ignored by their source game - IS made up for FEH.

Sure we have some issues that are inherent to FEH's nature as a gacha selling game cajoling units who can sell a lot (Hilda's family never had slaves unfed servants! Syrup just had some adventures in Goneril!) but to the FEH team - from IS - Sothis is more pissed at Agarthans for having genocided her children and turned them into pincushions than for Billy's dad's death.

Hell, for what it's worth, Emblem!Dimitri mentions how much he likes the idea of a world/place without discriminations based on origins or races, something he cannot say in the KT Fodlan games, because it stars Ms "You are a Nabatean, you should not rule over Humans!" as the main character of the game - so it's not a lot, but imo, FEH + FE17 gives us clues as to what IS would have done with the Fodlan cast -

Even if I'm not kidding myself, Hresvelg Tea was always supposed to be the main selling point of that verse, so while I don't think we would have had less uwus, maybe we might have had some sort of "sekrit brainwash" to make Ashnard in an onesie still be marketable for FEH.

[harringroveheart]

While eagerly awaiting the next chapter, can I ask (as much as you can say), how much will ever be revealed about what happened in Hayward? There are so many references in so many chapters to what occurred, but I still can’t piece it together. Did it have something to do with a magazine at all? Or is Billy just generally worried that anything will set Neil off now? Did it have something to do with a car at the end of a driveway with its dome light on (like the one Billy dreamt about?); when did Billy say “it’s not like that” in Hayward (like he said again to Steve when they were fighting on the lawn)? And why was he not around when Susan, Max and Neil packed the moving boxes? Was he so injured that he was at hospital? What did Neil tell the cops (there was a reference to that somewhere, too). It’s started to drive me mad (in a good way) that we still only have fragments of what happened.

- Spurius

Ahahaha it sounds like you have all the pieces (in sequence, too) <3

I'll probably write it in (more) explicitly soon, but back in Hayward [SPOILERS]

Billy isn't conscious of his own sexuality/desires because no opportunities have yet presented themselves to him to prove them. He thinks of himself as someone who is pretty disinterested/disappointed in the whole shebang, but not because of anything "wrong" with him. He's the Billy that Max describes in her book--really beautiful, and cool, but with this sort of flat affect, general disinterest in her/family/school/girls.

Then he sees a picture in a magazine--Max's magazine--and immediately wants it without investigating why. He acts on that impulse with the compulsion of secrecy that most young people have about their budding sexuality, straight or queer--with awareness enough to feel like he shouldn't have taken it, shouldn't have wanted it bad enough to take, and that Neil probably wouldn't be cool with him being interested in it (even though he didn't really do the math on why exactly Neil wouldn't like finding him in possession of a girl's magazine with teen heartthrobs in it)--so he hid it under his mattress (which is why Neil knows to look there).

Billy runs over Max's board being a dick and Max cracks the shits and dobs him in for stealing her magazine. They have a blowout sibling fight because Billy realizes he's actually scared of being discovered with it.

Neil finds it under his bed, and Billy tries to explain that it isn't what he thinks it is (but, uh, it definitely is) and Neil doesn't believe him, and he hurts Billy badly enough that he makes himself scarce on moving day. I think I wrote he puts him through some dry wall.

The cops bring him back home with questions about his injuries, but Neil schmoozes his way out. And Susan and (newly traumatized) Max are no help either.

So that's the point at which we have Billy driving into Hawkins behind the moving van, redirecting his feelings on being discovered into anger at Max--for snitching, and for even having the magazine in the first place.

Of course, his big top secret trauma also links in with his visual fixation on Steve--which makes him such a big appreciator of Jonathan Byers' work.

Aaaand there's a couple of tiny clues about how he treats his ill gotten goods: where he keeps it, why it has to be there, why he wants to drive around when he's feeling pent up... Basically, he is repeating the same behavior, but a little more advanced into knowing his own desires, and thinking of himself as aberrant--and having learned his lesson on not keeping his inspo where Neil knows to look for it (which is why he's so upset when Max is the one to find it again: history repeating).

Only thing that's not in there is the car with the light on. That's part of the bigger/underlying theme of the story, which is: what is he trying to run away from? What does running away look like for him? Has it changed now that he's in love? :)

[every-dayiwakeup]

Fighting Noises

Also available on ao3

Steve had been against the idea from the start, but once Billy decided something, he was just as immovable as Steve. Plus, they had just started dating, and the last thing Steve wanted was for their spark to fizz out so soon.

Whatever it takes to be happy, right?

Now, as Billy strides toward him wearing his best “I hate you” face, Steve really wishes he’d pushed a little more.

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“You want us to do what?”

“I said, I want us to pretend we fucking hate each other’s guts,” Billy repeated like he was suggesting what they order for dinner.

“No, no, I got that. But why?”

“Because , Harrington.”

Whoever said boys were less complicated than girls was a single, dumb sack of shit.

“Is this about your father?”

“Contrary to popular belief, my problems don’t all revolve around him.”

Steve sat up on his bed, giving Billy his undivided attention. “Then what is it about?”

“We agreed to keep… us a secret.”

Steve opened his mouth to interrupt, but Billy continued, “I don’t give a shit if no one knows. Just pull King Steve back out of your ass, and I’ll be my usual, delightful self.” He raised his eyebrows, as if he expected Steve to imply otherwise. Something about how he’d said “delightful” sounded derogatory.

Instead, Steve kissed the frown off Billy’s face until a tentative smile took its place. Unfortunately, that strange plan of his wasn’t forgotten.

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“Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

Is that your best attempt at being the worst? Steve wants so badly to laugh at his goof of a boyfriend, but then Billy would give him an agonizing silent treatment for as long as he could actually remain silent, which was surprisingly a decent chunk of time.

I did say I’d play my part.

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.”

Your move, now.

“What’s going on out there, Steve?”  Dustin yells from inside the Byers’ house.

“Nothing, dipshit.”

“Are you sure? I could’ve sworn I heard Billy’s voice.”

Billy flinches, and Steve doesn’t blame him. The kid makes his name sound like a curse word.

“Yeah, it’s me, Anderson,” Billy recovers quickly, smirking.

“Henderson!” “Don’t care.” He gives Steve a dirty look, mouthing, “Do I gotta do everything around here?” before spitting, “Watch your fucking mouth, Harrington.”

“Talking to yourself again, Hargrove?” He hates Billy’s last name because he knows how much Billy hates it.

“I know my stepsister is here. Come on out, Maxine!”

“She’s not here. Why don’t you get back in your little car and drive back home?” Don’t.

“No can do.” Billy shoves Steve hard enough to knock the wind out of him, and looks down at him with disdain, his cigarette still in his mouth somehow. “I thought I told you to plant your feet.”

Billy invents a whole new level of pretty when he’s angry, even if it’s an act. He really does take Steve’s breath away.

“You’re a fucking asshole. What’d I ever do to you?”

“I don’t like liars.”

Steve reaches forward and pulls Billy on top of him. I wanna kiss you so bad right now; you have no fucking clue.

“Do it,” Billy spits, tugging Steve’s collar.

Jesus Christ, can he read minds?

“Punch me.”

“Huh?”

“Punch. Me.”

“I’m not gonna punch you, idiot. What the fuck?” Steve hisses, horrified. He’s never wanted to kill a man more than he’s wanted to kill Neil Hargrove.

“Why not? Scared, Harrington?”

“I’m not doing this.” “Commit to the role, c’mon!”

“It was your idea, not mine!”

“You went along with it.”

“Until tonight. I’m not hitting you.”

“You know you want to. Everyone wants a shot at me.”

“I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work.” “You can’t tell me you haven’t dreamed of giving me a big ole shiner.”

“The only bruises I wanna give you are when I leave behind a hickey or two.” Steve nips the tender flesh of Billy’s neck, and Billy whines so loud it shocks him.

“That wasn’t part of the plan,” he growls, pushing Steve’s chest.

“How about we come up with a new plan? Sound good?” Steve unbuttons Billy’s remaining buttons with his teeth and starts teasing him, pretending to bite his tits, but then nibbling on his earlobes instead.

“Gahhhhhhhh!”

“You’re gonna wake the dead.”

Billy weakly tries kneeing Steve’s dick. “You-shut-up.”

Steve leans in, grinning. “What was that?” “Why are you - nghh - being so difficult? Just do it already!”

“No. I said-”

“Not that…” Billy’s voice grows quieter. “The other thing.”

“Why did you even come up with this stupid ass idea in the first place?”

“Just kiss me like you said you would-” “Not until you answer my question.”

“Didn’t think you wanted… people to know you were with a boy. With me.”

“You mean people at school? The kids?”

Billy stops wriggling around under him.

Bullseye.

“S stupid, I shouldn’t care what anyone, least of all Maxine’s stupid brat pack thinks of me.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t care about what they think, not of you. I don’t need their approval. You’re my boyfriend.”

“Kiss me,” Billy demands. “Kiss me right fucking now.”

[emmyfairy]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write some head-cannons about giving the slashers the silent treatment for Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Billy & Stu, Vincent Sinclair

Thank you!!!

Requested

Hi I’m Em and I am in love with Vincent Sinclair (i’m imagining all ya’ll saying ‘hi em’)

reblog if you enjoy! any other ideas?

Uh oh, big boys are in the dog house. What are they like when their lovely gives them the silent treatment? 

Bubba

As soon as you skip your usual “Good Morning” he’s in tears

Once you step out of the bathroom, fresh faced and ready for a day of ignoring your man, he’s in your personal space, whining and crying, a fistful of wildflowers gripped tightly in his hand, roots still shaking dirt onto the floor

You'd have to clean that up so….

Honestly, just take the flowers and forgive him sweetie, he’s just gonna cry and whinge until you do, and no he won't admit he did anything wrong because he doesn't care

Not in a bad way, but your anger is too distracting for him to remember properly 

Thomas

Notices right away

Is worried right away

He’s so used to and in love with your babbling, nodding his head along with you, so when it’s sudden radio silence, when all of a sudden you won't even look at him? Instant heartbreak

Did he do something? Say something? Did someone else? Don’t you love him anymore?

It hasn't even been an entire day and you have this 6’5 hulking giant of a man literally at your feet

Im serious, after a few hours he can't stand it, bails on his chores, finds you and immediately drops to his knees, hugging your legs and burying his face in your tummy

He only peels himself away when he feels your hand start running through his hair (i've decided no one can stay mad at him he’s too soft)

After you coax him off of his knees the two of you have an open conversation and communicate your feelings in a healthy way, solving all the problems and boom sunshine and rainbows baby

Billy & Stu

We all know these two share a brain cell, and once ya’ll are together its split amongst you three

They do NOT catch onto your mood for a whileee

Honestly it’s probably one of your friends, or even your mom, that clues them in

They’re used to you being a bit on the quiet side, heaven knows the pair can entertain each other for hours with dumb boy stuff, and they spend their nights, well, ya’know…

When they do realize your unhappiness and silence these boys go the wallet route

Im talking flowers, chocolate, nice dinner, shoes, that outfit you were eyeing at the mall last week, and more flowers

You do eventually forgive them, but they honestly aren't much wiser afterwards

Vincent

Ngl he doesn't notice at first, not in a bad way, it’s just he gets so invested in his art

There are many nights he stays in his workshop, meddling away at his latest project, often skipping meals unless you bring them to him

I love this man okay, but baby can be a little bit of an airhead at times

Bo and Lester have both noticed by now and let’s just say dinner time is Awkward✨ 

By now Vinny is catching onto your cold shoulder 

Good thing he wears that mask because if you could see the pout on his lil face? All anger would be gone with the wind

Vince doesn’t really know what to do, his brothers sure as hell aren't helpful, so he does the only thing he can think of

Art, art and groveling 

He sketches a portrait of you, far too well done to be a quick one, and it almost encaptures how gorgeous he thinks you are

Once the sketch is in your hands, he’s slipping into bed with you, not bothering to move the covers, just smooshing against you, every inch of him on every inch of you, holding you close

When you look down to where he is parasitically attached to your chest, his eye is shining so sadly, there is no way you could stay mad at him

He’s just too cute, sorry I don't make the rules

[soohaaaleemeee]

This Is Bad, Billy

Part 2 - You're Special

Description: 1961. Joanie is a dreamer. She dreams of Hollywood, fashion and handsome men. Her favorite is the actor Billy Skarsgård. When she works as a volunteer at the hospital she meets him in an unexpected way and comes closer to him than she thought was possible.

Characters: AU Bill Skarsgård, here called Billy. He's inspired by real life Bill but also the character Clark Olofsson in the Netflix series Clark. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the 60s L.A and a smaller town close to L.A.

Warnings: 18+, historical preferences, mental health problems, mental illness, smut.

Even if it was late it was still quite bright out and it helped me see him in the distance. He was leaning against the hood of a car while he smoked. He made perfect rings of the smoke and I wondered if he did anything sloppy. He felt like the type that perfected every artwork he did. When I came closer he looked up at me and smirked with amusement. I knew why he looked like that and also why he bit his lip. I had been forced to wear my uniform so my parents would believe I was going to work so now I was walking towards him in my white nurse dress. I felt silly but knew other men had said I was cute in it. Maybe Billy would think the same?

"Oh, my own little nurse," he said when I came closer. He threw his cigarette on the ground and pushed his hands down the front pockets of his pants. They must have been his own pants but the sweater he wore seemed to be from the ward, I had seen other patients in similar ones. I blushed at his words but tried to look confident and grown up, like a femme fatale in a movie even if something told me I wasn’t doing it so very well.

"It's not my car but do you want to take a ride?"

I swallowed hard and fiddled with a button on my spring coat.

"Who's car is it?"

"Shawn's. He's a friend."

Billy opened the door for me and hypnotized by his smile I jumped into the passenger seat of the car. My mother had never even let me ride with the boys I went to school with, now I would ride in the evening with a young man. A famous, crazy actor. I giggled at the thought and it made Billy laugh softly when he jumped in next to me. He gave me a smile and licked his lips.

"I hope you're in for some trouble," he said and wiggled his brows before starting the car. I didn't know what he meant by trouble, only that I just wanted to find out. If it was real trouble then it would be that way. I just wanted the adventure.

I looked at Billy when he was driving with one hand. We sat silent in the Simca car. It wasn't anything special and I wondered what kind of car Billy owned. Living in L.A he must have a car, or maybe he had several? Was he rich? I didn't have a clue how much he earned and I realized didn't know anything about him.

"How old are you?" I asked and looked at his hands. My mom had said hands were a good clue to how old a person was. His hands were big but elegant, slender with smooth pale skin, like he hadn't done any practical work in his life.

"26, how old are you?" He asked and looked at me up and down. "18 or something?"

"Nineteen. I don't go to high school or anything like that. I work and…" I didn't have anything more to say to prove I was an adult but Billy didn't seem to react to it.

"You're from Sweden?" I said and looked out over the city. I didn't have a clue where he was driving and it had started to get dark.

"Mm," he just said and continued to look at the road.

"When did you move here?"

"I was your age."

I nodded a little when I understood he didn't want to talk about it. Even if he was standoffish I felt surprisingly calm. It was quick for me to calm down in his company even if I couldn't stop admiring his special beauty.

We rode through the countryside, by the ocean. It was quiet in the car but I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. I just looked at the beautiful surroundings and listened to the sounds of the car. I could smell faintly of an aftershave, but not the heavy sort my dad used.

Billy cleared his voice and I woke up from my trance-like state.

"You're different… I thought the first thing you would ask was why I am in the loony bin."

I looked at Billy who continued to look at the road but his expression had changed. He didn't look as tough any more.

"Of course I thought about it… But I don't get the feeling that you're one of them? Or… Are you?" I looked at him examining even if I felt quite indifferent to the answer.

Billy laughed uncomfortably and drove out on the highroad.

"I don't know. I guess in their eyes I am…"

I swallowed hard and looked down at my hands. I didn't know what that meant but I became worried for a few seconds then I looked at Billy's face again. He looked down at his lap and looked so fragile. Maybe he just was depressed? That was something I could handle and he hadn't shown signs for something else.

"You know, doctor's pretend to know so much. Pretend to have answers and evidence for everything. They say they know who I am, that I have these kinds of problems but they don't have an answer for anything. They just make it up. Typical doctors."

He ranted and sounded upset. I didn't say anything. Not because I was the doctor's daughter but because I actually didn't know if he was right. I wanted to believe my father wasn't like that but while listening to other doctor's I had wondered how much was a guess of what they said.

"I'm sorry," he said and looked at me with worried eyes. "I shouldn't talk so much."

I nodded a little but gave him a small smile.

"I don't think you are one of them… I think you're just… Special," I said with glowing cheeks and looked down at my lap. Billy made a sound, a happy sound and laid his hand on my thigh. I had never had a boy's hand on my thigh before and I looked at it a while before I laid my own hand on top of it. The back of his hand was warm and smooth and I dragged my fingers over it just to feel the smoothness of his skin.

"So… How well do you know who I am?" He asked with a teasing smile and I felt my face get beet red at once. I didn't know what to say. I thought about every picture of him I've cut out from magazines and every movie he was in that I had seen so many times.

"Ehh… Quite well I guess? You're quite famous," I said and looked out from the window of the car. He drove up a slope where there wasn't any lighting or other cars.

Billy just nodded at my words and licked his lips.

"But there’s not much about you," I said and hoped he would tell me more.

"Like what, you mean?" He said and parked by a viewpoint so we could look out over the city under the Hollywood sign. It was beautiful and it took a while for me to answer as I was admiring the view.

"Like age… If you're married…" I looked down at my hands embarrassed. I looked up at him and he succeeded in quickly catching my gaze. I drowned in his big green eyes while he smiled kindly towards me.

"I'm not married…" I couldn't stop myself from smiling a blushy smile but got nervous again when I remembered what I've actually read about him.

"They call you a bad boy…"

Billy threw his head back and laughed.

"Do they?"

I nodded and watched him closely when he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. I saw that he was trying to come up with an answer to that. He rubbed his stubbly jaw while I looked down at my little pearl ring I had inherited from my grandmother.

"I guess I like parties… And girls…"

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled towards me softly. I just looked down at my nurse dress and thought about what that meant. Did he kiss a lot of girls? Or did he just have many female friends?

"Oh… What are you doing with the girls?"

He laughed embarrassed but then licked his lips and looked at me up and down.

"I can show you?"

I didn't know how I knew but something about his energy told me he wanted my flower. My virginity.

"No… No…" I giggled bashfully and continued to look at my ring. "I'm a good girl."

Billy smiled at me and laid his hand on my thigh again.

"You can be a good girl anyway."

I shook my head but smiled. It was a compliment knowing he wanted to get so close to me but I knew a good girl waited for marriage. If you weren't a cheap girl or one of all those stupid girls who moved to L.A. to work as secretaries.

"Okay, I won’t force you or anything. Such things are beneath my dignity. I am a gentleman. Most often." He smirked as he put a cigarette between his lips.

"What do you want to do in the future? Do you want to be a nurse?"

I shook my head fast and watched him light his cigarette and took a deep drag.

"No. I want to do something more special."

"You should be a model," he said like it was obvious and looked me up and down. I laughed and shook my head. I was far from a model.

"I'm way too ugly for that. And tall. And skinny."

He nodded as if he thought the same but then smiled.

"That trend will be huge soon. You can see it in England. Skinny girls in the shortest skirts. They think I'm really handsome there. Here in the US I look too weird to be the handsome actor."

I looked at him with skepticism but I also a bit hurt.

"You think I'm ugly?"

"What?" He gave me a confused look. "No, no. God no. But you're more like Audrey Hepburn than Marilyn Monroe. You're more original." He took my hand in his and hugged it then he lifted it to his plump lips and kissed the back of it. My heart started to beat so hard it felt like I would have a heart attack. Maybe he could have my flower after all?

We sat by the viewpoint and talked about ordinary things but Billy also shared fantastic stories from his Hollywood life. It was obvious he first was uncomfortable doing so but did it because I loved it so much. I turned so I could sit with my back against the door and took off my flats. Billy tried to make himself comfortable too but his long legs made it hard for him to change his position.

"There is a blanket in the trunk. Maybe we can sit outside a bit? You can borrow my jacket."

Even if I was really comfortable with Billy now I blushed at the thought of borrowing his jacket. It was such a thing boyfriends and girlfriends did but I longed to have the smooth looking leather jacket over my shoulders. I saw it laying in the backseat and I imagined it smelling of his aftershave and cigarettes.

"Okay…" I said and turned so I could jump out from the car. I still had my light blue spring coat over the nurse dress but it was thin and didn't give me any warmth, not like how a leather jacket would.

Billy spread out a green plaid blanket in front of the car then he looked at me with a smile.

"Is it cold? Do you want my jacket?"

I blushed again but really I wanted to tread the waters more so I walked up closer to him. He really was tall. He had always looked tall on screen but I had thought it was some kind of camera trick.

"Yes please," I said even if it wasn't that cold. But of course I wanted his jacket.

He laid the heavy leather jacket over my shoulders and wrapped me in it from behind. He dragged his hands over my arms and looked down at me over my shoulder. Some of his hair hung down in his eyes which made him look handsome and really dangerous. I just wanted him to kiss me the way he did with the girls in the movies.

"Better?" He said softly and continued to drag his hands up and down my arms. I wrapped the jacket around myself tighter and nodded. We stood like that for a while, Billy behind me, holding me close and I listened to my heart in my ears. I had never been so close to a boy and Billy was a man. Twenty six years old and seemed to have been with several women before me. That thought didn't scare me, instead I wanted him even more. A man with experience.

We sat close together on the blanket and while talking about awful movies we had seen and getting some insider gossip from Billy. He laid his arms around my shoulders and dragged me closer to him. The position wasn't really that comfortable because his arm laid heavy around me and to be able to rest my head against his shoulder I was forced to sit in a weird way. I really tried to say to myself it was nice but it really wasn't. My back hurt and I couldn't sit still.

"Are you uncomfortable?" He asked as he looked down at me while I tried to find a more comfortable position. I looked at his kind eyes and smiled a little.

"Ehh… A little?"

Billy smirked and laid down on his back on the blanket.

"Come here instead," he said, patting his chest. The knitted sweater had moved to the side and I could see his naked collarbone. I giggled a little and laid down half on top of him. It was nicer and I could listen to his even heartbeat at the same time. It was so dark now we could see constellations and to my surprise could Billy name quite many of them. I shifted between looking at his profile and the starlit sky even if I knew what star I wanted to watch. He shone brighter than all of them.

He must have felt how I watched him because while I stared he looked down at me and hugged my waist with a big strong hand. He moved so we laid nose against nose on the blanket, then he pressed his soft lips against mine. It was heavenly so when he continued I tried my best to follow his movement even if I didn't have any kissing experiences. He made a sound of amusement and took a break to look at me.

"Emm… Can you, like, let my tongue in?" He said and dragged me closer with a teasing smile on his lips.

"Oh… Yeah," I blushed hard and lowered my gaze.

"Just follow me okay? It's not that difficult," he said and pushed my hips against his. I could feel that he was different from me between his legs and thought back on the image of him naked in the bed. Maybe it was the fantasy about his sex that made me follow his movement better because after just a few seconds of tongue kissing I could follow Billy in his heated kisses and I moaned when our tongues danced with each other. He groaned and dragged me up so I laid on top of him and the movement made the three top buttons of my dress open up so he could see the white lace of my slip. Billy took a break and looked at my face in his hands, then down at my slip and my hardened nipples through the thin fabric.

"You're so sexy…" he whispered and bit his lip. He looked evil watching me with a hooded gaze but I wasn’t scared. This was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me and I knew I would give my flower to him. I wanted him so badly and would do anything in my power to lose my virginity to him instead of someone like Jacob. Billy was sexy, manly and strong. Famous and mysterious. Sexy. I giggled and was just happy he wanted to be close to me so when he pushed down the sleeves of my nurse dress and then the thin straps of the slip I just let him. He looked at my chest in the moonlight and I felt beautiful and strong by seeing his big eyes on my breasts. My mom would have killed me if she saw how easily I let a boy close but this was Billy. Billy Skarsgård.

"Can I touch them?" He said softly and pushed down the dresses so much my arms were free. I thought about covering myself with my hands but I liked how big and round Billy's eyes became from seeing my naked upper half.

"Okay…" I giggled again and played with my fingers. I didn't know where to put my hands and when Bill's long fingers started to play with my nipples I didn't know what to do at all. The sensation made a hot stream flow down between my legs and when he continued to massage my breasts it felt like I peed myself. My panties were so wet by seeing big, beautiful Billy playing with my breasts and he did it so softly and did teasing circles on my areolas.

"Is that nice?" He whispered when he realized I squirmed in his hands.

"Yes…" I said and pressed my legs together. Billy moved me so that I laid on my back on the blanket and looked at me from top to toe.

"Do you want me to play with your pussy?"

The word made me open my eyes in horror. I had never heard anyone say it that way, just some stupid boys in school, but not like it was a sexy word. But it was. Everything that came out from Billy's lips was sexy but it wasn't time for it. I pressed my legs together harder, not by arousement this time but because of panic. If he got my panties off he would probably be able to stick his… Thing in me.

I sat up and covered my chest with my hands.

"Ehh… Maybe next time?" I said and tried to say it sexily. Billy moved away from me and laughed warmly.

"So there will be a next time?" He said and laid my hair over my shoulder. I nodded quickly.

"Yes. Yes. And I think I’ll work on the ward too so…"

Billy smiled a little uncomfortable and looked out over the view.

"Hopefully you won’t see anything scary. It's not a place for a young, fine woman like you."

I smiled a little and shrugged my shoulders. I let go of my breasts to be able to take his hand in mine and Billy was quick at looking at my chest again. How I loved having his attention on me.

Even if Billy had many hours left in freedom he drove me home by midnight. I wondered why when I knew he didn't need to be back at the ward until 5 AM, when they woke the patients up. Maybe he wanted to be the gentleman he had said he was because it didn't feel like he had lost interest in me. I actually felt the opposite because the whole way back to my little town he held my hand in his big warm palm. It felt like I was in love and I probably was. He was the first boy I had been with all alone and now also been so close to. I looked at him bashfully and wondered if he was my boyfriend now but I didn't dare to ask. If he had been with other women he maybe didn't feel that intense feeling of love as I did.

"Is it something?" He asked when he noticed I just sat and watched him. I shook my head with a smile even if my head was full of questions.

"Do you want to meet me again tomorrow night?" He asked and smirked a bit cockily. He probably already knew the answer to that question.

"Yes." I just said with a blushing smile.

“How do you live? Like, do you have your bedroom next to your parents?"

He parked the car at the beginning of my street so my parents wouldn't see his car if they were awake.

"No, we have our bedrooms on the second floor but they have theirs at the end of the hallway to the right while I have mine to the left. Why?"

Bill smirked a little and licked his lips.

"Tomorrow, can I visit? In your bedroom?"

I felt my ears heat and my heart rythm go up. I don't even know how he would be able to come into my bedroom at night without using the entrance door.

"Can… Does that work?" I asked and looked at Bill's handsome face. He smiled reassuringly and nodded.

"I will find a way. Believe me."

I nodded nervously and looked discreetly down between his legs. Did he want my body then?

"We can just hang out. Maybe just cuddle a little?" He said like he had seen my doubt. He smiled sweetly and played with my hand in his and dragged his thumb over the pearl ring. I giggled and nodded. I believed him when he said he would find a way. He was probably creative.

"Can I kiss you goodbye?" He said softly and leaned closer to me. His eyes shifted between looking at my eyes and my lips. I just nodded and soon felt his soft lips against mine. He kissed more determinedly now and I felt more sure about how to do it. It was really nice and it felt like he thought so too because he groaned and pulled me closer by the waist. I wished we didn't have the gear shift between us. I giggled against his lips when I realized again who I was kissing. Billy Skarsgård! I was kissing Billy Skarsgård!

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It didn't seem like my mother had noticed that I disappeared in my daydreams more than I otherwise did. She probably was too uninterested in my extravagant dreams to actually care. She forced me to help her make a cake for my father instead. It was his 53rd birthday and when he came home we would celebrate him. And when my parents were asleep Billy would jump in through my window. Like in a movie.

"So what did you think about Jacob?" My mom asked while the cake was in the oven.

Who? Jacob?

"Ehh…" I said to win time.

"Wasn't he sweet? Did you hear that he has taken a course on how to be a good husband? Few men do such things. Care so much."

Oh. Right. Jacob with a green bowtie. The pattern was similar to the blanket I had made out with Billy on. I blushed with a small smile.

"Aw! You like him!" Said my mother teasingly and excitedly happy. If she just knew what I was really thinking about. I tried to come up with something to say but maybe it was better if my parents believed I liked Jacob, then they wouldn't try to matchmake me with someone else.

"He was nice," I said with a shoulder shrug but pretended to be embarrassed. My mom laughed and gave me a hug, like it was something to celebrate.

"Maybe we can invite him this weekend?" She said and gave me an expecting smile and I smiled back but really I wondered if I would be with Billy then too.

"Sure… But I work on Friday."

It wasn't a lie, I was but I didn't know if I would continue in the psychiatric ward. Maybe it wasn't a place for me, just like Billy had said but I just wanted to see him as much as I could.

When my father got home we celebrated him with the double frosted chocolate cake he loved. As usual he let me blow out the candles even if I was now an adult woman. He seemed to have some problems understanding that I had become older and wanted me to still be his little girl. It was just a year ago he had tried to get me to sit in his lap but then my mother actually said no. It wouldn't look good, especially not if a young man would see us. No boy wants to marry a daddy's girl. But I wasn't really a daddy's girl and the whole family knew that. My father had worked most of my childhood and I couldn't say I knew him or that he knew me. My father just believed he knew me and saw me as one of his perfect daughters even if I wasn't. Far from it. I was close to not getting a grade in neither math or science because I couldn't focus and some teachers had even called me stupid. It wasn't that kind of daughter a doctor should have but my dad probably didn't even know that. My mother never told him about the bad things and let him believe I was just as perfect as my sister. Or maybe even a future doctor.

All of us went to bed at 9 PM but most often my mother let me stay up to read. She thought I read Jane Austen but I usually just stayed up to do different hairstyles and practice painting the perfect winged eyeliner. I think I had learned to master that by now so that night I made an elegant updo on myself and painted eyeliner and my lips. I thought about what to wear but some sort of confidence took over so I wore just my thin slip. I looked like some actress in a french movie and the only thing that was missing was a cigarette in a holster.

I laid down in bed and tried to lay sensually but it was hard and especially when I realized I would need to wait for Billy a long time. I didn't know when he would come and even he didn't know when he could come. For a second I wondered if he maybe would give up but that didn't feel like Billy. I already had a feeling he was the sort that stuck to his plans.

I hadn't even noticed that I had fallen asleep when I woke up to a light knocking on my window. I didn't remember why I was lying in my slip with my hair up until it knocked again.

Billy. He had come!

I looked at myself fast in the mirror and fixed myself. I didn't look as good as I had done before I fell asleep but still looked good. A Brigitte Bardot I would never become.

Billy sat outside off the window on the little roof over the windows on the first floor. It was really thin so I couldn't understand how he was able to come up there. When I moved the yellow curtain away I met his mischievous eyes. Oh Lord, wasn't he the cutest?

It was a task to open the window without Billy falling down the roof but I noticed he was much more lethal than I thought. He was tall, broad shouldered but he seemed to have an easy time moving around, sometimes even like a dancer. He jumped into my room and landed smoothly on my rug. I couldn't stop myself from giggling and that made him smile big and drag me close to his body.

"Hey…" he said softly and kissed my cheek. I giggled again and hugged him around his neck.

"Missed me?" He said and hugged me back around my waist so my dress moved with his hands. He patted it down again but dragged his fingertips over the silky fabric.

"I've missed you," I just said and gave him a warm smile. I wondered again if he was my boyfriend. It felt like it. It felt like it even more when he kissed me deeply and pushed my body even closer to his.

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[billyrussohaven]

Into my Web

Chapter 9

Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.

Billy was overtaken by nostalgia the second he stepped foot through the large wooden doors, you by his side with your hand tightly holding his. It had been years since he'd been to a library yet it still gave him the same feelings it had all those years ago. It was so foreign to him now. Now he was older, now he was no longer human.

He led you inside slowly as his dark eyes swept the place, taking in the large shelves full of books, tables around with some people quietly reading, some studying. It was almost silent to most people but to someone with his hearing, he could hear every hushed whisper being murmured and the beating of the many hearts in the place. It made him huff a little, libraries no longer the quiet and peaceful place they used to be, even if they did invoke the same feelings he'd once had. 

You looked around excitedly and tried to muffle the giggles escaping your lips by the fuzzy feeling in your chest. The place was huge! There were so many books on even more than one floor. You had absolutely no idea where to even start.

"What kinda stuff you wanna learn?" He asked quietly, looking down at you. He was curious what things you might want to know and he'd make sure you'd only learn things that wouldn't jeopardize any of the things he'd trained you with. 

God, what did you want to know? It was as if all your life you wanted knowledge and now that it was handed to you, you had no clue, you couldn’t decide.

“Hum...What about animals? Like the ones around the house,” you asked first, thinking of the wonderful snowy owl you saw yesterday.

“Oh! Maybe also the special ones too! Uh, exotic? In jungles and stuff,” you added nodding, approving of your own choices.

It was such an innocent request and his lips tugged up as he nodded. 

"Alright. We can do that," he murmured, leading you over to where the books on animals were.

“How many can I have? Is it just one?” you asked with your head tilted to one side, trying to read the titles.

"Let's start with just five. We gotta bring 'em back in time and we can always get more when you're done with these," he said as he grabbed a big book about exotic animals, flipping through the pages before he held it out to you.

You grinned looking up at him and taking the book in your hands. You held it tightly to your chest and wondered what else you could get. You saw a big one that seemed to be about North American animals and you pointed to it so Billy could check it out.

He grabbed it, looking through it quickly, knowing there wouldn't really be anything in it to concern him before he nodded, keeping hold of this one because it was a little heavy.

“Three more. Okay, what about the human body? Heart, lungs and stuff,” you asked wondering if there were even books about that.

He pursed his lips as he thought about it, but decided it wouldn't be too bad for you to learn about the body. He didn't think there would be anything in there to contradict anything he'd told you. He led you over to where the anatomy books were, watching you carefully to see which ones you'd pick.

You looked around and pulled out one with a half-skeleton half muscles human body which looked interesting. You looked at Billy and wondered if it’d be a good pick.

Once again he took the book and had a quick glance inside. It all seemed pretty safe and standard stuff so he nodded.

"This one's good," he said quietly, keeping hold of it with the other one.

You poked the floor with your boot thinking about what other subject you’d like to learn more of. There were just so many options it kinda felt overwhelming. You bit your lower lip nervously looking ahead spaced out.

He reached out with his free hand and turned your face to his.

"It's okay. We can leave if it's too much," he frowned. Your heart was beating all weird and he really didn't want you to end up having a panic attack or passing out in the middle of the library.

“There’s just so much I’m not sure what to get. It’s like I had ideas at home but now I can’t think. I feel a bit stupid, I’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly. You didn’t want to lose his precious time here just waiting for you to figure your shit out.

He rolled his shoulder as he looked at you for a long moment, feeling weirdly unsure of himself.

"It's okay to be overwhelmed, there's a lot here and it's all new. What about astronomy? Like the stars, planets and the moon and shit? I loved all that when I used to come here as a kid," he suggested in a hushed voice. He remembered going to libraries as a kid and grabbing all the books he could handle on this kind of thing. It fascinated him.

“You can put the stars in books? Really?” you asked, looking up suddenly very interested, all anxiety evaporating instantly from your face.

His lips tugged up, unable not to at how cute you were being. For a brief moment he considered getting you a telescope so you could see the stars. But then he came to his senses when he realised he was thinking of rewards for you for absolutely no reason. He tried to tell himself it was because you'd enchanted him with your wonderfully innocent pussy the day before. That was the only reason for it.

"C'mon," he muttered, leading you over to a vast collection of astronomy books.

You followed beside him, trying to keep up with his long strides.

“What about our planet? Are there books about Earth too?” you asked almost tripping on a cart not looking where you were going but up at him.

"Probably tonnes of 'em. Take your pick," he said as he came to stop at a long bookshelf full of books. Any about earth would end up depressing if it went into humanity and civilisations though. He might be labelled a monster but humans were savages, history was enough to prove that.

You put the book you were holding on the floor carefully and started looking through a few ones about planets and space but they seemed too complicated, formulas and stuff. After a bunch of them you found one you liked and started reading it without asking Billy, the page you opened the book at just hooked your curiosity instantly.

He leaned closer, glancing over your shoulder to the page you were on. If it was any other book he might have snapped at you for not letting him check it first but he knew these books were safe for you to read. Instead he just watched you get sucked into it with fascination. You seemed so eager to learn and he liked that. You reminded him of himself when he was younger.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I-Can you look at it?” you asked Billy  with flushed cheeks at getting caught peeking into the book first and not him. You handed him the book and gave him an apologetic smile.

He almost told you not to worry about it but he didn't want to encourage that kind of behaviour so he took the book and flicked through it, even knowing it was fine.

"This one's okay. Just make sure you ask first next time," he chided lightly, no real heat behind his voice though.

You picked your book on the floor and nodded, mumbling a small sorry with your head down. You had four books now, the last one would be the earth one if you found a good one. You looked around again, reading the titles and wondering what to pick.

“Can you help with the last one please? Like hum...not people earth book more like...dinosaurs and what’s under our feet and stuff,” you asked looking up at him, wondering if you made any sense at all.

He raked his teeth over his lower lip as he nodded, eyes scanning the shelves for the kind of book you were after. He finally came across one, having a quick look through it before he handed it to you.

"Like that?" He asked, glancing from the book to you. You took a peek inside and nodded energetically, offering to hold that one since he already had three in his arms.

“That’s five, now home?” you asked, looking forward to reading them in front of the fireplace. You weren’t sure which one you’d start with. Maybe the one about astronomy he caught you reading.

He went to check them out with you in tow and before long you were both back home. He'd enjoyed the little outing and he knew it would become a regular thing, your desire for knowledge seeming quite big. He didn't mind it though. It had been nice for him to be back in a library and he figured next time he'd get books out himself. 

“Thank you again for the books!” You said loudly so he could hear it. You were laying down on your belly in front of the fireplace with your astronomy book in front of you. It was warm enough so that you took the leggings off and you kicked your feet absentmindedly with your chin resting in the palm of your hands reading the book. It was super interesting and you were already learning tons.

You made sure to finish up your chores when you came back home earlier and also packed up for the upcoming visit to Frank’s. With all that done, Billy confirmed you could take some time to enjoy your new books while he finished up in his office.

Billy waltzed in when he was done with his work, a glass of whisky in hand as he came in. His eyes were drawn to you immediately, your bare legs now out in display for him, just how he liked you. He moved to sit on the couch as he took a long sip of his drink, eyes following your legs as they moved.

"Enjoyin' the book?" He asked, voice low and eyes not straying from your legs.

“Mmhmm! It’s super interesting!” You said looking over your shoulder at him. You scooted a bit, changing position so your legs were parted and your feet hooked together, rubbing against each other. You turned the page and kept reading, your arms now crossed in front of you.

He bit his lip to stifle a groan, tilting his head a little as his eyes greedily took in the sight of you. 

“How was work?” You asked him wondering if he had trouble taking some time off to visit Frank. You thought probably not since they owned whatever Anvil was.

"Was fine. Same as usual," he muttered absentmindedly, too interested in you to care to elaborate. He downed the rest of his drink, setting the glass on the coffee table as he licked his lower lip, still watching you.

You looked over your shoulder and caught his dark gaze to your legs and backside. You bit your lower lip at knowing he enjoyed the sight of you. You scooted again so that your dress ran up and gave him an even better view of your bare pussy and ass. The cloth was just shy of showing the best parts and you kicked your legs slowly looking at him over your shoulder.

His eyes narrowed slightly, unsure if you were doing it on purpose or not. He shifted in his seat, his hand moving to adjust himself now he was hard and straining against his jeans.

You reached behind you with one arm and lifted the back of your dress with two fingers, giving him a good view before letting go and giggling at your boldness. You didn't know what you were doing, you've never done anything like that before but he seemed to enjoy it.

"Are you enjoying the view, sir?" You asked shyly, hiding part of your face behind your shoulder. 

He was thoroughly enjoying this playful aide to you, how you didn't even really know what you were doing yet did it well. Teasing him. A gave you a sly smirk, eyes trailing over your body again before they settled on your pretty little face once more.

"Really enjoyin' the view,'' he purred, relaxing back on the couch as his dark eyes bore into you. He wanted you badly but he was enjoying this little game you were playing.

You closed the book and put it safely by the couch. You rolled over to face him and propped yourself up on your hands with your legs crossed at the ankles. You reached over with one foot and ran it up his leg playfully. You weren't sure what to do now, what he'd like to see. You bit your lower lip nervously again and pushed the dress' straps off your shoulders one by one making it slide lower on your breasts, dangerously close to showing the areolas.

He shifted again, his dick feeling uncomfortable pressing against his jeans. Be slowly unzipped them, shifting them and his boxers down enough to free his throbbing cock. He fisted himself slowly, still watching you and your little minx routine.

"More?" You asked with a bashful smile and red cheeks. You were enjoying yourself. You were enjoying seeing his face and knowing it was you who made him all bothered like this. It was empowering yet you knew who was the boss in the room, you just wanted to please him and it happened to please you too.

"More," he bit out in confirmation, stroking himself firmly but leisurely. 

You slowly leaned forward sitting up and felt the dress drop to your hips in a pool, exposing your naked breasts to the cool evening air. Your breath picked up feeling the nipples harden and the telltale purr waking up between your legs.

The scent of your arousal had a moan leave his lips, eyes drawn to your perfect breasts. You were so beautiful. He could just watch you all day. You were perfect and sweet and all his and the thought made another moan leave his lips as he touched himself to the sight of you.

"How about now?" You asked again, running a hand behind your neck and arched your sore back to stretch it a bit.

"I want more," he smirked darkly, loving the way your body moved. You really had no idea just how much you affected him. No idea how much he just wanted to pin you down and fuck you until you lost your voice from screaming. 

You opened your legs teasingly slow, wider and wider, the dress still hiding and keeping a dark shadow over the best parts.

"Such a tease, kitten," he groaned, fisting himself a little faster as his eyes dipped down to between your legs, not getting a good enough view. 

You reached down with one hand and raised an eyebrow up at him before slowly pulling on the hem of the dress until it hit your hips. Your legs were wide open for him to devour with his eyes. You remembered he told you only he could give you pleasure but maybe if it was for his pleasure first...

His eyes couldn't leave your pretty pussy, he could see it glistening and it had his mouth watering. He remembered just how good it had felt so tightly around his cock. It had been the best pussy he'd ever had and he wanted more of it. Needed more.

You trailed a hand down to your inner thigh and waited for his approval or disapproval before touching anything that would give you pleasure. He raised a curious brow, not expecting you to be so bold.

"For your viewing pleasure, not mine. I've never..." you said quietly moving your hips around feeling some wetness leaking off you and down to your ass. A part of you wanted to try it and have him say yes and look at you. It had to be something people did if they put it in his DVD movies.

He thought about it for a moment. He had told you that you couldn't touch yourself but simply so you wouldn't get yourself off when he wasn't around. He needed you to need him after all. But this was different. He wanted to watch you touch yourself and he was pleased you'd clearly been taking pointers from the movies he'd had you watch. The whole thing was incredibly sexy and sensual and he found himself nodding. 

"It's okay if it's for me," he muttered roughly, his voice betraying how much he needed you.

You trailed your hand to your pussy and spread the folds with a finger. You rubbed it and gasped at how wet it was.

"It's wet but it's so soft too," you said, moving your fingers around and enjoying the silk wetness now spread all over it. You brought a wet finger to your lips and sucked it loudly giggling at the face he made as he moaned. He watched you like you were the most fascinating thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

You tried to picture what he did when he was touching you and rubbed your clit in slow circular motions with two fingers.You closed your eyes with a soft moan. It felt almost as good as when he touched you. Your hips buckled up and you squirmed, rubbing your clit faster. He started stroking himself at a pace that matched yours, groaning and arching up at his hand as he felt the heat sweeping through his body. The whole thing was so erotic and his eyes never left you, switching between your soaked pussy and your blissful face. You moaned and looked up at him biting your lower lip. 

“Wanna come and give me a hand?” You asked him, reaching out with one hand for him. 

"Hands kinda busy, sweetheart," he teased with a smirk, gesturing down to where he was touching himself as he bit down on his lower lip with a moan. He had a free hand of course but he was enjoying the show and he wanted to see what you'd do. You'd been getting more confident when it came to this kind of stuff and he was curious.

You did a dramatic little pout and dropped the hand that reached out for him. Fine, you could do this yourself. You rubbed your clit for a few more before sliding the fingers downward and inside your pussy. He chuckled at the face you made, you were being cute and sexy all at the same time and it left his head spinning.

You groaned as you moved your fingers around, testing things and trying to find what felt the best. You curled your fingers and moaned loudly, feeling a jolt of pleasure hit you, your hips moved forward to help you reach as far in as you could. You whined and thrusted your curved fingers in and out of you faster. You moaned and bit your lower lip to hide the pleased smirk on your face.

He'd never enjoyed watching someone make themselves feel good this much before. Every little noise you made had his arousal getting higher and higher. You were just so unabashed, not embarrassed at all to boldly touch yourself like this in front of him and he loved it.

You were getting closer and closer to your climax. Your cheeks were flushed and your breathing faster, your eyes never leaving his.. You gave him a little smirk and moved your other hand to come play too. You switched hands around for a bit, trying to see which one felt better and rubbed at your clit while you fingered yourself with the other. His dark eyes were glued to your pussy, watching as you pleasured yourself with both hands like you'd done it a billion times before.

“Can I come?” you asked with a whiny voice that shook slightly like your entire body. You were so close and you wanted his approval first.

He moaned, still stroking himself but not pushing himself too far. He had plans when you were done after all. His instinct was to say no. To edge you a little or deny it all together because he wanted to be the only one to make you cum. But you looked so pretty on the edge of your release like this, sounded so sweet as you moaned. He found himself wanting to watch you make yourself cum, having a front row seat.

"Yeah. Cum for me, kitten. Lemme see you cum all over your fingers," he rasped, voice rough and raw as he danced close to the edge himself. He wouldn't tip over it though. 

It was almost foreign to him. To be sat so close to you yet not touch you or help you along. Of course the sight of someone pleasuring themselves got him going but he'd always been more of an action guy. More interested in taking part than watching. Yet this was far more erotic than any of his movies he had and he couldn't look away. He hadn't thought it was possible to have this much fun without touching the other person.

You moaned as his words brought you so much pleasure and it was the last little nudge you needed to come hard, feeling yourself squeeze down on your fingers inside you. It felt so good and was so intense you stopped everything, your brain unable to keep up.

He had to stop touching himself or he'd go off watching you like that. His desire was bordering on primal at this point and a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat.

"C'mere. Now," he ordered harshly, eyes wild and intense as he stared at you.

You nodded and tried standing up but your knees gave way and you chuckled catching yourself on the floor. You crawled the rest of the way and reached up for him to help.

He grabbed your hand and tugged you up, pulling you onto his lap as he kissed you bruisingly, his hands squeezing your ass harshly as he arched up at you. He was overtaken with his need for you and all he could think about was being inside of you again. 

You hummed pleased to be in his strong arms again as you kissed him back with the same hunger. You tugged at his shirt wanting to feel his cool skin against yours but not wanting to be too bold. You whined softly looking into his eyes and pushing your body closer to his.

He smirked against your lips as he moved to pull his shirt off, tossing it across the room. He wound an arm around you, pulling you closer as he used his free hand to move his pants and boxers lower before he kicked them off completely. His hands were wandering your thighs and ass, enjoying how soft and warm you felt against his body. His kisses travelled down from your lips to your jaw and then to your neck. He moaned, rubbing his hard cock against your soaked entrance as he licked a long strip up your neck, soaking in the feel of your pulse under his tongue.

You moaned loudly under all the attention he was giving your body, you felt like a queen. Forgetting for a moment you were just one of his possessions. You kicked the last thought out of your head and pushed his lips closer to your neck with a hand in his hair. He was once again just Billy, his warm touch enchanting and addictive. Your hips rolled back and forth on the hard length of him and you whined softly, wanting him to take you again.

“Can we do this all evening, please?” you asked with a giggle, rubbing yourself harder on him and gripping his strong arms.

A grin tugged at his lips at your words and he sunk his teeth, his normal teeth, into your neck, sucking on it and leaving a lovely bruise behind for him to admire.

"I want you," he purred against the skin of your neck, nipping at it playfully as he arched up towards you.

“I’m already yours,” you answered. You knew what he meant but you were already his, his to take and do whatever he wanted with. You were glad he never mutilated you or kept you chained up in the basement but he didn’t really have to ask or tell...It made you appreciate him more.

He moaned at your answer, his hands palming your ass. He kissed and nipped his way back to your lips and smirked at you, taking your lower lip between his teeth and tugging on it a little. 

"You wanna learn a new position?" He asked, raising a brow at you with a devilish smile.

“I do,” you answered with a nod and a bashful smile, biting your lower lip hard from excitement. You weaved your arms around his neck and waited for him to show you a new trick.

The beast in him was purring and he flashed you a grin, still slowly arching up against you.

"You can take me like this," he started, kissing your cheek and making his way to your ear.

"It'd give you more control, you'd be the one doin' most of the work," he drawled, licking the shell of your ear before sucking on your earlobe. He wondered if the promise of you having any semblance of control would appeal to you. Of course he could always overpower you, but he really wanted you to ride him.

You moaned and shivered under his touch giving him a surprised look with one eyebrow up. He was letting you lead, have some control over him and it didn’t sound right to your ears like your brain couldn’t wrap your head around the idea. You stopped looking at him dumbly and moved up on his lap to try and take him like he explained. He kept sliding off and you whined annoyingly at it not staying put.

He almost laughed at you but held it back, tapping your thigh lightly.

"Kneel right up," he ordered, his voice not harsh though. You nodded and scooted up on your knees, looking down at him with a little smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. Maybe you’d like this after all.

He grabbed his cock, lining himself up with your entrance but doing nothing more as he raised an expectant brow at you. You slid back down to his lap slowly as his cock entered you and stretched your tight walls around him. You moaned loudly, grabbing at his shoulders and hiding your face in his hair.

His hands were tight on your hips, fingers digging into them as his lips parted with a long drawn out moan. His eyes wanted to squeeze shut at the amazing feeling that enveloped him but he kept them wide open, watching how your pussy took his cock much easier than the first time yet still felt so tight. He felt like an addict finally getting his fix again at the feel of you around him, like he'd been itching for it since the first time he'd taken you. He really couldn't get enough of you.

You slid onto him for what felt like forever until you bottomed out and you groaned with a little hiss of pain. He was flush against your cervix, in as far as he could possibly be and it felt sublime. You looked at him with your mouth wide open in a silent Oh, wiggling your hips around before remembering how to breathe.

One of his hands slid around to your ass again, the other smoothing up your back as he stayed still. He fought the urge to fuck up into you since this was all so new to you. 

"You feel so good, kitten," he murmured, leaning his head back against the back of the couch as he tried to calm himself a little.

A thought occurred to you and you decided to go for it. You moved upward, almost sliding off him and you leaned over to his neck. You moved back down and grazed his neck with your teeth testing how he’d react to it.

He let out a ridiculously needy moan, his hands pulling you closer to him as he squirmed a little under you.

"Harder," he demanded, feeling himself already descending into madness at your touches. It really didn't take much for you to drive him wild.

You moaned at his words as they hit your purring core. You moved up and down on his hard cock at a steady pace and gripped his neck with one hand. You bit down on his neck, tasting his skin with your tongue before taking another wider mouthful.

"Shit," he gasped, eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his release already. He arched up at you, unable to stay still when you were biting him like that.

“Oh yes!” you let out loudly, feeling him thrust upward into you. You moaned loudly at the feeling it gave you in this new position and wanted more.

“Again, please” you begged, trying to take him harder.

He'd been willing to hand you the reins for this one but how could he deny you when you asked so nicely? He growled, both hands moving to your ass and using it as leverage as he started fucking up into you, dirty moans leaving his lips as he did. You were as close to heaven as he'd ever get, better than anything he'd ever felt before. He was completely losing himself in the feel of you.

You held on to his neck and shoulders like a lifeline as you moaned and gasped loudly, your voice high-pitched and so close to coming already. You couldn’t focus on anything else but the pleasure and the feel of him all over and inside you. You whined a series of pained yes as he thrusted inside you feeling your climax build up fast.

He was moaning and growling, moving you up and down on his cock to meet his thrusts at a rapid pace, completely intoxicated by you.

"Such a good girl. My good little kitty," he moaned, feeling himself dangling on the edge of his own release.

You nodded quickly looking at him panting and almost sobbing from all the pleasure. You made small hissy and whiny noises and your nails bit into his back as your orgasm hit you like a train making you scream in pleasure.

He fucked you harder as he felt you so tight and wonderfully wet around him. Feeling you clenching so hard around his cock that it felt like you were trying to squeeze him right out. He let out a guttural groan, back bowing as he came hard, shooting his load inside of you. He thrust up at you a few more times before his body went completely lax, his arms around you holding you close as he basked in his amazing high.

You flopped down on his lap and rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck sleepily and giving it soft kisses. It had been wonderful once again and you wanted to do this all the time. You were wondering if he’d keep taking you this often when you’d both be at Frank’s.

His hands trailed your body slowly, soft affectionate touches he didn't even realise he was doing as he lay there and let the afterglow consume him. Sex with you was like nothing else. He'd never enjoy anyone ever again now he'd had you but he was feeling too high to care in the moment.

You moved up on your knees and off his softening cock. You stayed on your knees and looked down between your legs curiously, seeing his cum slowly leaking and dripping down the inside of your thighs. It seemed to be the only downside to this new position you could find so far.

He blinked at you, watching you look at his mess leaking down your thighs and he smirked a little. He grabbed you, pushing up on his long legs as he started carrying you out of the room.

"Shower before bed," he said softly, nuzzling the side of your head. You'd been a very good girl for him and he was more than pleased. Having a pet got wildly more interesting now he knew you were a little sex addict.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, wrapping your legs and arms around him. You trailed your finger around his skin, making little invisible doodles.

“How long does it take you between sessions again?” you asked, wondering if you might be able to nudge him into another one before sleep. He did say bed, not sleep.

He let out a delighted laugh, more than amused at your eagerness.

"Don't worry, I'll be ready after our shower," he grinned, nipping your shoulder. He really couldn't deny that getting a pet was the best investment he'd ever made.

[luxshine]

Moon Knight Primer Part Ten

Moon Knight (2016) #2- 3

Prologue, Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX

As I said, we’re doing this almost issue by issue. We’re still in the mindscape and we’re not going to leave it for a while.

But I take a chance here to make some extra comments. See, this  issue is interesting because it introduces Ammut, Goddess of Judgment, as the villain. Which, well, duh! We all know Ammut from the series! And the series took inspiration from here, so of course she’d be the bad guy.

Except… Before this? Moon Knight had NEVER fought against ANY Egyptian god. One of the things that mark everything in this mindscape as strange is that there’s a huge emphasis on the Egyptian gods, specifically on Seth and Ammut, as the enemies of Khonshu, so anyone coming in here as their first approach to Moon Knight could believe that yeah, Moon Knight constantly fought the gods of the Egyptian pantheon. But the truth is, if you check the previous parts of the primer, that he has never done it. He fought the incarnation of a previous Khonshu priest that had been heretical -and shown to be the reincarnation of a Khonshu priest himself, even if that plot device was forgotten almost immediately-, a man CLAIMING to be the avatar of Anubis, and the cult of Khonshu three times, but in none of those apparitions did Marc fought an actual Egyptian god.

The closest he came to do so was in West Coast Avengers, when Seth armies came down to capture Khonshu. But even then? Marc himself only fought the minions, and not the god directly.

So it’s very interesting that in his personal mindspace? Marc only fights Egyptian gods (Later we’ll see Steven and Jake’s personal corners, but for now, we’re with Marc.

Sort of.

See, we open issue 2 seeing Marc’s scribbles. Or well, what Dr. Emmet says are Marc’s scribbles and fantasies about Moon Knight. She’s in a session with him again, only that this time, due to his escape attempt? Billy and Bobby are also there, ready to pounce if necessary. Only that Marc tells her that he is not Marc Spector. At her scoff, asking if she’s now dealing with Jake or Steven (even as she still calls him Marc) he replies that the is THE Moon Knight, the Fist of Khonshu, that he knows the hospital he is in is fake as Mental Health institutions are not like that anymore (Which is a bit of a relief, I mean, that it’s mentioned, given how badly mental health institutions are usually portrayed in comics) and that her face is not her real face.

To that, she replies that HE came to the asylum from an Orphanage -another big clue to us, the readers, that the doctor is lying since Rabbi Spector is one of those things that have never changed from one origin to the next- and sends him, once again, to electroshocks since he is back to where they started when he arrived. At this, he calls her Ammut, god of Judgment. She is definitely not amused, and replies she’s Irish, Emmet, not Egyptian.

As they go out, on their way to the electroshocks they bump into a janitor, who apologizes in French. We and Marc take a doubletake as that is, of course Jean Paul “Frenchie” Dunchamp.

And once again I have to make a pause: So far, all of Marc’s allies here? Have been patients in the asylum. But Jean Paul? He is WORKING for the asylum. Now, remember, we’re in the mindspace, so this is how Marc sees Jean Paul. Why would his oldest friend be in a place where he is working with the villains keeping Marc down? Simple: Jean Paul was the only friend Marc had left from his mercenary days. A constant reminder of Marc’s OWN days as a villain. But also, and before anyone gasps in indignation?  Also a trusted ally who can go undercover in the darkest edges of the crime underworld and come out untouched by that evil (Let’s not forget that Jean Paul was the one who went undercover in the Council that “hired” Moon Knight to kill Werewolf by Night). Later in the issue, Jean Paul will be Crawley’s ace in the hole for an escape attempt, and will bring Marc his Mr. Knight suit, proving once again that yes, Marc trusts Jean Paul completely.

The Electroshocks send Marc back into Khonshu’s chamber, and now we see something a bit different. THIS time, Khonshu’s reality HAS panels. Sketchy and unsure, but Panel borders that ony disappear if a white element of the scene, such as Marc or Khonshu’s suit touch them. So, we’re, as Eminem would say, Back to Reality.  Or, at least, a place where Marc’s mind doesn’t control everything right then and there. I have theories about what this space really is, but we will wait for it for later.

There, Khonshu admits he’s restless and losing his patience, but, in a strange and almost protective moment, also says that it’s his fault because he never completely trusted Marc. He explains that, at the time, Khonshu and Marc’s consciousness are traveling on a vessel that is crossing the Othervoid, Khonshu’s native dimension.

This is, of course, part of the idea that Khonshu and Marc’s brains are connected that Ellis introduced, and the whole thing where Egyptian gods are not gods like the Aasgardians or the Greeks, but mere extraterrestial creatures that are not allowed on earth anymore, so they have to use Avatars in order to walk the planet.  Again, the idea that gods in general are extradimensional is not bad on itself, but that every other pantheon gets the opportunity to be extradimensional AND Gods, but the Egyptians are merely aliens? Very iffy. It will get a LOT worse later on once we finish the Lemire run and have to go into the second time Marc was in the Avenger’s book, but right now? It’s just very annoying.

Marc is, of course, Khonshu’s chosen avatar, because his mind called to Khonshu because Marc has a weak mind, a very weak mind that helps Khonshu make a connection, but also allows their enemies to “fill” it with delusions. When Marc, who has been silently crying now, ask how does he know all of this is real? Khonshu replies that he doesn’t know, but that he has to have faith.  And as he does? The Shaggy panels disappear. We’re back in Marc’s mindspace.

And to the asylum where, thankfully, Crawley is there to tell Marc that yeah, he also sees the orderlies as Jackals, to Marc is not alone in his beliefs.

Well, he is, because we know that Crawley is not real, but the vision of Crawley created by Marc, but he is still the part of his mind that reminds Marc to watch things closer, that he is not alone. And to give him the way out, as there’s a new plan and instead of going UP, they need to go Down. And they need to do it that night as it’s a full moon.

As I mentioned before, the plan is Jean Paul putting everyone to sleep with enough tranquilizer to put elephants to sleep. Crawley and Jean Paul want to leave as soon as possible, but Marc refuses. He has seen Gena and Marlene there and he refuses to go without them, so he tells them to go and get them -despite the risk of being seen- and come back to the cell as he needs to change because Jean Paul, great friend he is, brought him his Mr. Knight suit.

By the way, it’s quite telling how Marc’s attitude changes completely once he’s in the suit an mask. His posture becomes more confident, he starts speaking with a more formal tint. He asks Jean Paul not to call him Marc, as he is “Only Mr. Knight” but that is not to mean that Mr. Knight is a new alter, it’s just Marc keeping his confidence up -and we know that because he doesn’t mind it when Jean Paul just… keeps calling him Marc. (In the real world, in almost every run, he never answered to people mis-naming them except for the still catatonic Marlene)

As they move down the stairs of the Asylum, the walls change and completely turn into a pyramid, filled with hieroglyphics, but it’s quite clear that the only ones who see this are Crawley and Marc, as Gena zigzags between seeing the same as everyone, and seeing the hospital, and the subway station that they end up in after opening a secret door. Crawley and Marc also see the subway, but it’s covered in sand, as if the Egyptian desert had just eaten New York. Oh, and the subway cars are filled with living mummies that get ready to attack them as we go on to issue three.

While Crawley protects Marlene, Gena and Jean Paul help Marc fight the mummies. However, that is when the orderlies, led by Dr. Emmet, catch up with them. Only that now it’s not just  Billy and Bobby who have jackal faces. Dr. Emmet has a nice crocodile head because of course she is Ammut, the Soul Eater.

As they fight, Khonshu appears to Marc and points to the only possible escape route and here again we have a lovely hint and play with the art. Remember I mentioned how everything was inked sharper in Marc’s head? Well, Khonshu is colored and inked in the sketchy way of the Othervoid, with ink splotches looking like stars around him.

This, of course, means that Khonshu is an outsider to this particular corner of the System’s mind. He is there, guiding Marc, but he is NOT part of Marc’s inner world.

Once he sees the others follow the route planned by Khonshu, Marc stays to fight Ammut and the Jackal orderlies, and a lucky jab with a syringe makes everything go back to “normal”, but Marc doesn’t stop to question his reality anymore. Even as he sees Ammut as human, he punches her, jabs her with another syringe and runs.

Importantly, this time he calls Ammut “Eater of Souls”. Which well, is how Marc sees psychiatrists: Every single one he has seen has tried to take away part of his soul, his alters, and sometimes, they have managed it if only for a short time.

In the tunnel, he finds himself alone and in the dark, without any guide. So he takes his mask off and once again repeats that he can’t do what he needs to do “By himself”

Which is a big theme in the Lemire run: The System, by the mere nature of being a system, means that none of them are ever alone. But right now, stuck in his own mind, his own corner of his mindscape, Marc FEELS alone when he is not surrounded by his allies.

Khonshu, outside sketchy Khonshu reappears and tells him that is Madness? Is his gift. That it’s what keeps him alive, and he just needs to give into it. To let his insanity guide him and accept himself.

This very, very helpful Khonshu is a far cry from the exact same Khonshu just pages before that was berating Marc for his weakness… but I do have a theory about what that is. It will pan out in issue 5, I promise.

With Marc accepting it, the darkness leaves to show two paths. One marked by the Eye of Horus, the other by a Snake. Obviously, Marc takes the Horus path, as the Eye of Horus means protection.

I love it when people remember that Marc can read hieroglyphs perfectly, since the Marc Spector: Moon Knight days.

He reunites with his friends, who are at the end of the tunnel… that opens into a gorgeous star filled galaxy. Marlene starts waking up -a very important hint that we’re at the edge of Marc’s “Space” in the headspace, and mumbles that “There will be a price”.

Which is when Anubis arrives, in a small raft, made of bones, offering passage to the travelers in the night. Gena sees him as a driver, who is asking for his fare, but both Crawley and Marc see him as the god, who says that the cost for passage will be one of their souls, and it can’t be Marc’s as that one belongs to Khonshu.

Since the jackal orderlies are catching up to them again, and before Marc can stop him, Crawley volunteers and everyone jumps on the raft, to be taken to a different floating temple. While everyone leaves again, Crawley remains but Marc promises he will find a way to free Crawley from his promise and recover his soul.

But for now, he’s down one ally, his guide and mentor in the dark pathways of his own mind.

They manage to get back to the surface of New York, a couple of locks away from the pyramid we saw in issue one, and once again, It is time to leave you guys with the promise that things will get rocky in the next part.

[jaw-the-fandom-hopper]

Can I survive them? Pt.1(?)

So, my dad and I are huge slasher fans, and last night we had an in-depth talk if we could take slashers or at least survive them. And this is what I came up with for myself.

Jason Voorhees (og)

Right off the bat, probably.

I wouldn't do anything to cause problems in his forest, and if anything I'd be there to do something good.

Now, of course if it's a situation of he's trying to kill me just to kill me? No, absolutely not.

I'd see that behemoth of a man and just accept death.

I'd say, 6/10 probably could survive, if I wasn't dumb.

Michael Myers (og)

Haha. No.

If he wants me dead? I'm dead.

Only way I'm surviving is if I run for the hills, but even then I probably won't get far.

1/10 very likely gonna die

Old man Myers (aka, 2018 Michael Myers)

Probably.

I wouldn't try and get in his way, or try to cause problems, so I have that going for me.

But if he ended up in my house? Hell no.

I know how to pick my battles if he was out to get me I'd accept my fate.

Solid 3/10. Only because I think he might not kill me simply due to the fact im a damn coward when it comes to big people.

Michael Myers (RZ)

Honestly?

No fucking clue.

I mean, if he did want me dead, he could easily take me out. He's like, 6'9.

But if I saw someone that big I wouldn't even look at them, and I sure as hell wouldn't enter an abandoned house where people died in.

Only other reason he might not kill me is because I'd probably be like 'wow you're tall, cool' if I ever did see him.

I'd say... 4.5/10.

Freddy Krueger

Lmao, yeah.

1; I don't dream, and when I do I pretty much recognize it's a dream.

Even then, if I'm lucid during a fucked up dream? I just start screaming that it's a dream and isn't real.

And, if it isn't a dream and he's physically coming after me?

Man fuck you krueger I'll beat your crispy ass.

9/10, like my odds but they're not 100%

Billy Lenz

Bold of you to assume we'd fight.

But in all honesty, good chance of beating his ass.

I fight dirty because I'm not that strong, so if anyone comes at me I start ripping off ears and gouging out eyes.

Even then, it's twink on twink violence.

7.5/10 really good odds.

Vincent Sinclair

honestly great odds but now for the reason you think.

I'm cajun, aka I was born and raised in southern Louisiana.

If anything, I'd meet Vincent because I was genuinely interested in his art.

And I don't think he'd find a reason to kill me (neither would Bo)

I have those good ol' southern manners, y'know??

So, 9/10, really like my odds.

Bo Sinclair

Good odds, bad reasons.

As with Vincent, I'm cajun, and would definitely end up less as a tourist, more as a lost idiot needing gas

Knowing me, I'd probably stumble across some incriminating evidence on accident, also knowing me, I'd absolutely ignore it

And well, I'm a witness, so Bo can't exactly let me go

I'd just be really (probably too) kind about the whole thing, and he wouldn't really wanna kill me

5/10, I live, but probably not allowed to leave

Bubba Sawyer (og Leatherface)

I'd compliment his mask, or bracelet.

It'd be an in the moment, panicked statement to save my own ass, sorta compliment, but i digress.

He'd (hopefully) grow interested, so I'd continue to compliment him.

Which might lead to him kidnapping me but

So, did I win? ..not really considering if I do live through it, I'll just end up being dragged into the family.

5/10, I lived but at what cost?

Any of the ghostfaces

OH HELL YEAH

One, I don't answer my phone

Two, when I do it's to be an idiot, especially to telemarketers

Three, I know how to improvise weapons

In short, if one even came at me, nontheless called me first, they ain't getting far.

10/10, can beat and would beat again.

[sortasirius]

“Despair” and Dean and Cas

Well well well, winning is my favorite thing.

As usual, this is going to be as long as hell. And fair warning, it’s extremely emotional.

So here it is, the thing that we have been barrelling towards for years, literally years.

Just want to point out this.  Also, I will NEVER allow someone to speak negatively about this writing group, EVER.

Team Free Dads starting off the episode is so sweet, so scary.  Cas’ calming, Dean’s fear, Sam’s desperation, really just hammering home how much they love Jack, how his pain is pain for them, how losing him is unbearable.

“I can’t stop this.  I’m coming apart.  I don’t want to hurt you.  Don’t let me hurt you.”

Oof.  If you’ve ever question whether Jack is a Winchester, this line should shut that shit down for you.

When I tell you I was PISSED when Billie sent Jack to the Empty to EXPLODE?????  PAIN.

“Yeah the Empty can’t come to earth, not without being summoned.”

Hello Bobo, clue number 1.

The fact that they only had Jack in limbo for like five seconds was great for my heart health, thank u very much Bobo.

Also Dean wielding Death’s scythe?????? KING?????

Man, Sam and Dean’s growth.  The way that they’re able to, idk, actually speak on how they feel without death looming or fear or pain.  It’s just a conversation, just an honest conversation of Dean admitting his mistakes, admitting how he felt.  Admitting that he fucked up, and Sam forgiving him for it.

CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF CHARLIE AND HER GF

Also...hunters and their “dates.”  Two hunters who are happily together, who are happily fighting monsters.  Hm.  Sounds like a Saileen/Destiel parallel to me boys.

You ever wish Cas would look and the mirror and take the great advice he gives others?  Because I do.  He’s always tried to be “useful” for Sam and Dean, for Jack, always tried to make sure that he’s useful enough that they keep him around.  But what he doesn’t understand, what he’s never understood, is that they need him because of who he is, not because of what he contributes.

Remind y’all of anything?

And here we have Clue Number 2

And then, Sam’s realization.  Eileen.

Did I begin full tilt screaming no in my apartment when he said her name?  Who’s to say?

How can a lock screen cause me this much pain????

Okay but: Charlie loses Stevie, Sam loses Eileen.  Clue Number 3.

I feel like I don’t talk enough about how much Sam loves Eileen.  About how obvious it is that they are endgame, about how happy he is when he talks about her.  This just feels like a blow to the stomach, but we’ve barely even started.

Sam immediately shifting into protective leader mode?  He is the love of my life.

Dean’s simple nod, like it’s a given?  Enough to do me in right there.

This is another episode where it’s just so clear that Sam is the leader of the North American hunters.  Everyone knows him, everyone is willing to follow him.  He’s knowledgeable and kind and fair and just and an incredibly capable fighter.  Once again, I don’t believe his work on earth is done.

Can we also please talk about how FRIGHTENING IT WAS for Jack to kill that plant???  I don’t really have much of a comment on it because I was literally just like ?????

With Billie saying that it’s Chuck, the way that people were dusted, very similar to Becky and Amara, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised, especially with Donna getting taken off the board.  It’s like I said last week, I don’t buy that he’s taken himself off the board, he’s too invested in the unraveling of this story to take a step back.  He’s gotta break them before he can defeat them, that’s the only way.

And here we go, into one of the most painful and surreal things I will ever write about.

Dean’s speech.  His guilt, his regret.  The shame of not only trapping himself, but the pain, the horror of trapping Cas.

“I just lead us into another trap.  All because I, I couldn’t hurt Chuck.  Because I was angry and because I just needed something to kill, and because that’s all I know how to do.”

“Dean-”

“It was Chuck all along.  We never should have left Sam and Jack, we should be there with them now.  Everybody’s gonna die, Cas.  Everybody.  I can’t stop it.”

His narrative arc.  Tied up in a bow.

“She’s gonna get through that door.”

“I know.”

“And she’s gonna kill you and then she’s gonna kill me.  I’m sorry.”

Cas smiles.

Cas knows.  He knows what’ll get them out of this, and he knows that he would do anything in this Universe for Dean Winchester. The human man he fell for.

“When Jack was dying, I made a deal to save him.”

“You what?”

“The price was my life.  When I experienced a moment of true happiness, the Empty would be summoned and it would take me forever.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I’ve wondered what it could be, what my true happiness could even look like.  I never found an answer, because the one thing I want, it’s something I know I can’t have. 

“But I think I know, I think I know now...happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being.  It’s in just saying it.”

“What are you talking about, man?”

The most selfless thing Cas does in this, and he does a lot of selfless things, is to tell Dean Winchester how impossibly good he is.  To tell him that he is worthy, to tell him that he is adored.

“I know, I know how you see yourself, Dean.  You see yourself the same way our enemies see you.  You’re destructive and you’re angry and you’re broken and you’re daddy’s blunt instrument.  And you think that hate and anger, that’s what drives you, that’s who you are.  It’s not.  And everyone who knows you sees it, and everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love.  You raise your little brother for love, you fought for this whole world for love.  That is who you are.

“You’re the most caring man on earth.  You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know.  You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you outta Hell...knowing you has changed me.

“Because you cared, I cared.  I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you. 

“You changed me, Dean.”

“Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Dean’s greatest fear. His fear of those loving him leaving him. The terror of being alone.

“Because it is.

The head shake.  Don’t love me.  Don’t love me if it means you’ll leave me, don’t love me, everyone I love leaves me.  Don’t leave me.  Don’t love me.  Don’t leave me.

“Don’t do this, Cas.”

Just like I always thought.  One last look at Dean before the Empty takes him.

“Cas-”

“Goodbye Dean.”

And Dean is left, broken on the floor, unable to answer Sam’s calls, unable to do anything.  It doesn’t matter to him that Chuck has wiped everyone out, it doesn’t matter to him that Sam and Jack might need him.  It doesn’t matter.  It doesn’t matter, because the thing that mattered still hangs on his lips, still waiting to be said, and now he won’t get another chance to say it.

The fact that I am writing this, even with all my spec, with all my analysis of the writers’ room, of their text, of the way Dabb and co had approached this story, nothing could have ever prepared me for this.  Nothing could have prepared me for a three and a half minute, uninterrupted scene where Cas confesses not only that he loves Dean, but that he has always loved him.

I talk a lot about how these writers don’t get the credit they deserve.  Unfortunately, from most of this fandom, they never will.  We will likely never know the fights with the network they had, the steps backward they had to take, the way they had to beg and fight and claw to get this on the screen.  But they did it.  They did it for these characters, they did it for this dinosaur of a show, and yeah, they did it for us.

It was not easy, I can promise you, to get this greenlit.  They had to fight for this, they likely had to call in favors and make threats and quite literally put their careers on the line (you may scoff at that, but WB is a BIG company, especially in the TV/movie world) for this story.  This story of Dean and Cas, the man dragged out of Hell and the angel who fell for him.

I have tons more to say, and will likely have several more posts about this, but I want to leave all my babes who are worried that that was the end for Dean and Cas with some takeaways.

Sam is missing Eileen.  Dean is missing Cas.  That is no longer a fun subtextual parallel, that is it for them.  Their respective endgames are missing, and they will not know their peace until they get them back.  Chuck will not win.  That’s not the story being told, and right now?  He’s winning.  He’s broken them, left them with nothing, left them with an empty world and a hole in each of their hearts where their person (or angel) used to be.

Our show is going to end with “contentment.”  “Contentment” isn’t from Sam and Dean being filled with grief and hitting the open road.  It isn’t Sam getting Eileen back and leaving Dean with no one.  “Contentment” is Sam and Eileen, Dean and Cas.  Together.

[memes-saved-me]

TW: Injury, homophobic slur

It was in fact Hopper who noticed first. The kids being too swept up in their own lives and school drama to see it. The subtle touches, the leaving early, the looks and gazes from across the room but most importantly the swapping of clothes. Just an odd shirt here or there, a jumper definitely owned by one of them on the other.

Little things no one else noticed or cared enough to connect. However, Jim had very basic training and the past few years had taught him how to collect clues, what to look for and more importantly come to conclusions.

A conclusion that confused him for longer than he would admit. Monsters and little girls in the woods was one thing, two teenage boys together was something he had never personally seen first hand. He had read the stories from the big cities of boys dying alone in hospitals after being abandoned by their parents, an act he didn't understand at all.

The thought of leaving your own child like that was something he could never do, no matter who they loved. You should feel lucky to have had so long with them, some parents lack such luck.

He had heard rumours from time to time, hushed whispers received with a gasp or a scowl. But never did he think the resident bad boy and the son of rich family up town to be what he had heard about from time to time.

Of course, he never said anything. His conclusions being just that, a theory with no actual proof. That was until one night the station received a call from a concerned neighbour on Old Cherry Road. Shouting and banging coming from next door.

He took it, knowing exactly who lived there and what went on but not having the chance to catch it in motion.

As he pulled up outside his concern rose significantly when he saw the familiar BMW parked on the curb. When he got near the front door he could hear the yelling, so loud he knocked to no answer.

"You think you can just walk away after coming into my house and-," Hopper kicked open the front door to find a scene he had feared as the worst.

Neil Hargrove had Steve Harrington by his hair only a few inches from the coffee table's edge, bloody to the point of unrecognisable. His hands limp on the top in an attempt to push back against the force of being smashed into the wood. Billy Hargrove was close by, crawling towards them on his front.

Everything froze as he took it in, as Neil Hargrove's perfect family man image crumbles. His grip loosened on Steve's hair, allowing for him to slide down to the rug and lie flat on his back as he coughed up blood. Billy still moving to get to him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he reached out to grab his shoulder and pull him up right.

"This boy came in here and attacked me," Neil lied. "I had to defend myself."

"That's bullshit," Jim spat at him and moved to grab his arm. "You're a piece of shit father who doesn't deserve the right to even be called one."

As Hopper pushed him up against the wall he looked back at the two of them to see Steve lying in Billy's lap, cheek pressed tightly to his temple as he held him close. Steve practically unconscious as Billy tried to keep him awake.

"Look at them! They're just some fags who need dealt with," he tried to get out of Jim's grip but it wasn't happening.

"You better shut the fuck up," he pulled him off the wall and turned him around to hand cuff him. He pulled out his walkie. "I'm gonna need an ambulance at 5280 Old Cherry and a back up vehicle."

"I haven't done anything," Neil squirmed but Hopper didn't budge. "You'll be fired for this."

"Oh, trust me I won't."

Billy was whispering in Steve's ear, something too quiet for Jim to hear but he didn't want to. It was for Steve, not him. Still he held Neil there until the back up arrived and handed him over to them before going over to speak to them before the ambulance arrived.

"Hey, you got any family near by or a place to stay," he asked Billy.

"He's all I got," he replied with a wince, hands still wrapped around Steve with no sign of letting go.

"You wanna stay with me? At least for tonight because the hospital waiting room ain't the place for those bruises."

"What?" Billy's eyes widened. "I'm not leaving him."

"Alright but they're just gonna send you home and keep him in so its the waiting room or a bed," Hopper told him and watched as he looked down at Steve's blood covered face and hair before turning back to him.

"You don't care that we're..."

"Look, kid I don't care about any of that shit. There's bigger issues in this town than two teenage boys being gay," he rolled his eyes slightly. "Do you want a bed for the night?"

"Yes," he said. "Please."

Hopper watched as Steve was lifted into the back of the ambulance, Billy hesitating beside him the entire time. His hand clearly wanting to reach out and hold Steve's but too scared to do so in front of so many people. Still he climbed inside and sat down as the paramedic focused on Steve.

He followed them to the hospital and waited around until Steve was cleaned up and the nurse informed him he would be fine but needed some stitches and a hell of a lot of pain relief. Max ran in at one point wanting to know what was going on. Her mother having gone to the police station instead.

Later on as the early hours of the morning began to pass by Billy appeared and followed Hopper out of the hospital and into his truck. Face cleaned and taped up in various places with an ice pack under his arm against his ribs as they drove in silence. El preparing his bed for Billy as they made the drive to his cabin.

That was when he knew for a fact this was not the last time he would have to deal with the the two teenage boys he now could for sure call a couple. A couple who would face hell and had already, but he would be damned if he didn't make sure they made it out alive. Together and not alone because it was a privilege to be a parent, even to someone else's child.

[fernweh-writes]

Slashers with an artist s/o who loves to draw them and gives them the drawing when they finish it!

You're writing is always great!

You always come up with the cutest ideas I swear! You’re amazing

-Fern🌿

Slashers x Artist S/O

Michael Myers

He’s very easy to draw considering the fact he can stand still for hours! He’s like a statue, this man does not move. Probably the reason all those muscles are so stiff.

Michael isn’t a very expressive person, so don’t expect much of a reaction from him. Although, he does appreciate the sentiment and is flattered that you think he’s attractive or interesting enough for you to draw.

He will take the drawing from you, fold it up, and put it in his pocket. Thank you, y/n! It’s his now. When you’re not around he will occasionally take it out of his pocket and stare at it because he doesn’t understand how you can love someone like him so much.

One day you might find the drawing laying on his nightstand, crumpled up from being carried around so much. Please make him more drawings to carry around.

Swear up and down he didn’t put it up on the fridge, he has no clue how it got there from your sketchbook. Maybe you sleep walk y/n, it definitely wasn’t him snooping through your stuff.

Bo Sinclair

Oh great, now he has two artists seeking his approval. What is he? An artist magnet? No Bo you just like artsy people, admit it.

He is very flattered that you take the time to draw him but in true Bo fashion, he acts annoyed by it or pretends it’s no big deal. Be careful y/n, because you’re definitely feeding his ego.

He’ll never tell you this, but he takes the drawing you give to him and puts it down in the basement of the shop. Doesn’t want you to know he kept it but also wants to put it in a place he can see it pretty often.

Steals your sketchbook one day and just sits on your shared bed staring at all of the drawings of him. He’s amazed by the way you see him, he’s quite literally seeing himself through your eyes. You may notice a few torn out pages the next day. Bo took his favorite drawings, even ones that weren’t of him.

Vincent Sinclair

He would notice the fact you always seem to be intensely focused on your sketchbook. He doesn’t notice your eyes constantly flicking up to him and back down at the pages though.

You startle him when you shove the drawing in front of his face, but recovers quickly. He would stare at the drawing in awe for a good while. As an artist he appreciates it more than most, knowing that it took both time and talent.

As an artist, Vincent also knows people spend time drawing things that motivate or captivate them. That thought has him overflowing with joy.

Vincent hangs the drawing by his bed down in the basement. He doesn’t sleep down there much since you came along. Now when he does though, he has a little piece of you and your love for him with him to.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms likes to spy on you through the walls and notices that you spend a decent amount of your free time drawing. From the gaps in the walls, he can never make out what it is you’re drawing though.

One day, you shove a page you ripped out in front of his face. He takes in your look of pure delight before examining the page, taken aback when it’s a drawing of him.

Brahms had never seen himself the way he was drawn on the page. He could swear that the person on the page was completely different than the person in the mirror. It makes him realize you really do find him attractive.

Brahms proudly hangs the drawing up in his room within the walls. You can expect him to somehow become even clingier after that.

Please draw him more y/n! He’ll even pose for you if you want!

Thomas Hewitt

He won’t grab the drawing you shove in front of him, he doesn’t want to get it dirty. Then he notices that it’s a torn out page and not your whole sketchbook. You’ll have to tell him it’s for him before he finally accepts it.

At the same time, Thomas is unsure what to do with it. He’s flustered that you took the time to draw him. Little does he know you have plenty of drawings of him. Tommy wouldn’t understand why you don’t spend time drawing things worth drawing instead of him.

Still, he keeps the drawing tucked away in the basement. If it becomes water damaged he’s saddened that he allowed something you made him to get ruined.

Now he gets super flustered any time he notices you glancing up at him repeatedly from your sketchbook.

Decides to flip through it one day when you’re not around to catch him. The amount of drawings of him makes his heart melt. He’ll never let you know why he was extra cuddly that night. He’s amazed by both your talent and your love for him.

Billy Loomis

You know what they say, everyone’s a critique, but especially Billy. Claims his hair doesn’t look right. Your right Billy, it doesn’t look like that, but it would if you would wash your hair.

Secretly, he’s touched by the fact you drew him. Congratulations you’ve boosted his ego even more about his looks somehow.

Billy most definitely has a box of random sentimental items under his bed. That’s his safe place to stash items he cares about so of course you’re drawing is placed right on top.

Whenever he’s having an extra hard time with his abandonment issues he’ll pull out the drawing and look at the little heart by your signature.

Don’t let him discover one of your sketchbooks with multiple drawings though. You’ll never see it again. It’s his now and it’s stashed under his bed in the box with the first drawing you have him.

Stu Macher

He is the embodiment of a golden retriever, just with a dash of psycho. So he’s absolutely thrilled when you give him the drawing and proceeds to give you numerous compliments on how talented you are.

Stu will hang it up somewhere in his room. Would also be the one to show it off to other people even if you think that’s embarrassing. He’s very proud of you and want’s everyone to know how great you are.

This also leads Stu to encourage you to try other art mediums. Don’t worry about the cost of materials, he’ll cover it. If you decide you don’t enjoy it feel free to drop it, he doesn’t care about money anyways so it’s no big deal to him.

Flexes and tells you that he’s definitely more muscular than you’re giving him credit for. Please draw him with an over exaggerated figure so that he can laugh at it.

“Hey y/n! Paint me like one of your French girls!”

Jesse Cromeans

Jesse hates himself after what happened to his face. He probably keeps around very few mirrors and tries not to look in them. So when you hand him a drawing of himself he freaks out a little. This is how you see him?

He’s very flattered and keeps it safely tucked into a drawer in his office. When no one’s around he just pulls it out and stares at it. The way you draw him makes him look better than he thinks he looks.

If he finds one of your sketchbooks don’t think that he won’t flip through it. So when he finds one that you made a very poor attempt to hide, of course he’s dying to know what’s in it.

A whole sketchbook filled with drawings of only him? You’ve filled the whole thing with him with the mask, without it, dressed up, dressed down it doesn’t matter.

This would definitely make Jesse feel a lot better about his appearance and definitely helps him solidify the idea that you do indeed find him attractive and desirable.

Asa Emory

Acts annoyed that you interrupted him just to give him a drawing. He would shoo you away claiming to be busy and acting like it was no big deal.

Only once you’re gone will he pick it up and see what you drew. He softens when he sees that it’s a drawing of him and almost feels bad about shooing you off.

He would shove it in a drawer of his desk at the university he teaches at. It’s a place he can see it frequently and it reminds him that there’s someone out there who can live someone as cold and cruel as him.

Don’t let him find a whole sketchbook of drawings of him though. Not only will he confront you about it, he’ll use it against you if he really wants to.

[hintofelation99]

What is everyone's groupchat/text chat name? Like how Hal is Ring Ring Motherfucker etc etc

Tbh the list grows every day, but here’s what I have as of right now (as a side note—in the early chat posts all the batkids had just their usual vigilante names, so some of the ones I’m about to list might not be in a post yet):

Roy/Arsenal -> Arse/Arse ~ It just fits him so well it had to be used twice

Harley Quinn -> Aunty Harls ~ Bruce does not approve.

Bruce/Batman -> B/Batman ~ He refuses to participate

Barbara/Oracle-> Barbie/Know-it-All ~ She’s the mastermind behind all this and makes sure that Bruce keeps all the contact names.

Clark/Superman -> Smallville/Big Blue ~ His names were chosen by Lois and Dick.

Damian/Robin -> Demon/Blood Son ~ Jason voted to call him lollipop guild, Damian violently refused.

Cassandra/Black Bat -> Caassssssss/Silent but Cuddly ~ Her original Vigilante nickname was Snëki snäkē, but the new one is more fitting.

Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy -> CLIMATE CHANGE IS REAL ~ She picked this, but Harley will probably give her a new one soon.

Selina/Catwoman -> Crazy Cat Lady/Kitty kitty ~ I’m probably gonna change hers soon but idk what to yet.

Dick/Nightwing -> Dickhead/The Good, the bad, and the booty ~ His vigilante name was v recently changed from Flippy Boi.

Constantine -> Gutter Mage ~ He has canonically been called this, also his recent increase in appearances is due to me reading a lot of the old hellblazer comics (they can be a bit problematic at points but some are surprisingly relevant to current events in the US)

Diana/Wonder Woman -> Prince(ss)/Jason’s favorite ~ She’s a proud aunt who adores Jason.

Jason/Red Hood -> Jaybird/Pew pew ~ He likes to mock Bruce by saying ‘I am Pew pew’ in a Batman voice.

Kon/Superboy -> Konkonkon/Token Punk ~ When Constantine saw Token Punk he asked Kon about it and they ended up bonding over punk music.

J’onn/Martian Manhunter -> TBD/Lean Green Fighting Machine ~ I don’t often think of him interacting with everyone as a civilian so he might not get a civvie name.

Barry/Flash -> TBD/Lightning McQueen ~ I’ll probably have a civilian name for him soon, just hasn’t come up yet.

Killer Croc -> Monch and Cronch ~ Don’t ask me why/How Waylon has a phone.

Oliver/Green Arrow -> Olly Olly Oxen Free/The Other Green One ~ He was a little bitter about his civilian name but Babs won’t let him change it (she is the keeper of names).

Duke/Signal -> Pretty Pretty Shiny Shiny/The Duke ~ Apollo might change his name soon. Ik they haven’t interacted in comics (at least not that I know of) but I like to imagine Andrew (Apollo) is to Duke as Diana is to Jason.

Steph/Batgirl -> Stephers/Pörple people eater ~ I always forget that I was reading her batgirl arc when I first added her so I made her batgirl instead of spoiler, Ik this lines up better but i do prefer the traditional spoiler Costume.

Riddler -> Riddle Me this, Why am I Here?? ~ He doesn’t understand why he is in their contact list.

Hal/Green Lantern -> TBD/Ring Ring Motherfucker ~ He hasn't entered civilian conversation yet, but maybe soon.

Dinah/Black Canary -> TBD/Scream Queen ~ Right now her civilian contact is Scream Queen, but I'm gonna switch that around and use something else for her civilian name

Billy/Captain Marvel -> TBD/Sparky Sparky Boom Man ~ Billy still thinks no one knows who he is. He is wrong.

Damian's Bestest Friend/Superboy 2.9 ~ The first one was just to annoy Damian. The other was supposed to be Superboy 2.0 but he messed up and now Barbara won't let him take it back.

Wally/Kid Flash -> Walls/The Real Speedy ~ Roy does not find this amusing.

Tim/Red Robin -> Timber/Yum ~ Now if Tim ever passes out they yell Timber, he is not amused.

Zatanna -> Witchy Woman ~ She's the only reason John joined the group chat. She's also the only reason why he no longer has a flip phone. He now has a Blackberry Curve.

Right now that's all of them. I am going to add Boston Brand, no clue how or why he'll have a phone, I just like him and want him to be along for the ride. His name will probably be something like "I GOTTA PHONE" or "Ghosts Have Rights Too". I'm definitely gonna add others (Midnighter and Apollo, my favs) just don't know who or when yet. But if there's anyone you rlly wanna see just lmk and I'll see what I can do :)

[yikesharringrove]

First thing Billy registered when he woke up, was how fucking hot he was.

Like, just drenched in fucking sweat.

It was gross.

Second thing he registers was that he was not alone in his bed.

And the third thing he registered was that he was not in his bed to begin with.

In fact, he has no fucking clue where he is. And he has no fucking clue who he’s spooned up against.

He shifted as carefully as he could, sliding himself out of the soft bed.

And he’s naked.

And his clothes are all over the floor.

So he had sex last night.

Sex with a boy.

The one thing he promised himself he wouldn’t do after having to leave California.

He fucking swore he’d be good, follow the rules.

And here he was, nearly slipping on a used condom as he hopped into his jeans.

Last night had been that stupid fucking Halloween party.

And Billy remembers the specific moment when he’d decided that thing would be more enjoyable if he didn’t remember any of it.

After that is a total blur of alcohol and, by the looks of things, bad homosexual decisions.

He hightailed it out of the boy’s bedroom. The plain, mostly empty bedroom.

He was hoping for maybe some pictures hung along the hallway. Posed family shots that would give away who Billy shoved his dick into last night.

But there was, nothing.

It was all nondescript art like you’d find in a hotel. Nothing to show an actual family lived here.

It was fucking weird.

Even Billy’s house has pictures. True, Billy think he’s only in about three of ‘em, but nonetheless, he’s there. Present and accounted for.

This poor sucker’s got nothing.

And Billy should’ve gotten a look at him. Should’ve tiptoed around the otherside of the bed to glance at who is such a hot goddamn sleeper. Because there’s someone that knows he’s got a penchant for dick, and Billy can’t have rumors going around. Not after last time.

But, fuck it.

He doesn’t wanna risk waking the kid up. Doesn’t wanna risk having to deal with someone clingy. Some small town queer that thinks they’re going steady just because Billy couldn’t keep it in his pants for one fucking night.

But, one thing’s for damn sure. Whoever he fucked is loaded.

This is the biggest house Billy’s ever set foot in.

And he can’t find the fucking front door.

He was beginning to get anxious. Beginning to feel trapped inside the cold mansion. Felt like he’d condemned himself to a life of-

“Hey.”

Billy whipped around, and his heart nearly dropped out his ass when he saw who was standing, barely dressed, on the staircase.

Steve Harrington.

Billy remembers meeting him.

remembers the sinking feeling in his gut as he realized just how fucking pretty Harrington is.

And apparently, stupid black-out drunk Billy had decided to act on that.

“Hey,” Billy said back.

“You looking for the front door?”

“Yeah. Your stupid big house is like a fucking maze.”

Steve huffed a little laugh, folding those long fucking legs under him to sit on the stairs.

“You probably missed it down the hall. They’re big double doors. The lock’s kinda tricky. You gotta push the door on the left to unlock it and then you’re good.”

“Thanks, man.”

Steve gave him a little two-finger salute.

He was sitting in just his boxers, and the way he was hunched over gave him little tummy rolls. Billy slapped himself before he could think they were cute.

“Do I need to bother threatening you?”

Steve laughed again, his nose scrunching up as he did so.

“C’mon. This ain’t my first time at the rodeo. I can keep a secret.”

“Good. ‘Cause if word gets out-”

“Hargrove, I know how this goes. I’ve been queer in a small town a lot longer than you have.”

And Billy couldn’t deny that.

But the fact that Harrington’s slept with other guys...well. Billy had this town pegged all wrong. Figured any secret queers would be well and truly closeted.

But here they are. Billy shouldn’t’ve doubted ‘em.

Which means he might be able to get regular ass while he’s here.

He shook himself.

This was a one-off. He promised himself he wouldn’t do this anymore.

Steve Harrington would be his swan song.

It’s girls or nothing.

And then Steve stretched his legs out on the stairs below him, and he scratched his belly, and smiled at Billy, and Billy wasn’t leaving. He should be leaving.

“Hey, uh, if you ever wanna do this again, you know. I’m around.”

And then it dawned on Billy.

“Don’t you have a girl?”

And Steve’s face fell. He brought a hand up to scrub at his hair.

“Uh, no. Not after last night.” Steve was looking at his feet, reaching down to poke his knee a few times.

And Billy was going to ask what happened, but Steve looked sad. Looked maybe a little heartbroken. And Billy just doesn’t wanna deal with that. Not for the tightest ass in the world.

“Well, I should get going.”

And Steve looked up at him, giving him a sad little smile.

“Sure. See you around, I guess.”

But Billy didn’t move.

He felt rooted to the spot.

Because if Steve Harrington is gonna be the last guy he fucks, he might as well remember it.

“What are you doing tonight? After school?”

And Steve brightened.

“I’ve got practice until five, but then I’m just here.”

“Basketball practice?”

Steve nodded. Billy grinned.

“I’ll see you there.”

And Billy dear God, was Billy gonna have some fun with him.

Tease him and get him all riled up. Follow him home and pound him through the mattress, still covered in sweat from practice, tasting like salt and egging Billy on.

Oh yeah.

He’s got plans.

Because he’s stuck here, right? And if Steve’s been fucking guys without getting caught, Billy can too, right? And maybe it’s best to stick with one person, contain any possible threats. Just fuck Steve when he wants, right?

Yeah.

Billy’s got plans.

[msookyspooky]

Things to remember for the trilogy just in case yall have short term memory like me these days 😅

1. Billy doesn't know we killed Mickey. It's a big part of why he's underestimating us. It's also cause we're a female 🙃

2. Billy and Stu don't know about Ray having feelings for us at Woodsboro or Windsor.

Stu usually got along with Ray and even called him a "cool nerd", but Billy always had this rivalry with him. Billy and Ray MIGHT have been friends at one point, but Stu thinks the only reason Billy fist fought someone for picking on Ray was because he was just looking to punch someone.

3. Billy and Stu don't know that we didn't talk to Ray for 2 years bc he blamed us for Sid.

I feel like Billy and Stu are going to use this against us in the future since in sequels Billy mocked us for allowing Sid to die thinking we were screwing them 😥

4. They have no clue Ray is technically the reason Gale thought we were involved and why she wrote her book depicting us as a backstabber. Ray did it on ACCIDENT tho.

Once again, I feel like Billy and Stu are going to use this against us, especially Stu. Stu might say stuff like "oh you'll forgive Ray for basically being the reason no one wants to be friends with you, but you won't forgive me after FIVE YEARS?" Some stupid crap like that 😑

All THEY know is that Gale's book caused us death threats and awful movie adaptations. THAT'S IT. They didn't even see the fight we had with Ray in the hallway.

5. Billy and Stu have never been truly in love. They don't know what romantic love is. The only love Billy knows is the platonic/familial love he had for his mom. He also loved his dad despite not being the best father.

Billy HAD a crush on us, but it wasn't love, it was an OBSESSION. It's the reason why he was so willing to kill us in Set Up after we betrayed him and why he was willing to kill us in the shed before the party. Billy cared, but he didn't care ENOUGH to not hurt us 💔

Billy currently still cares in the trilogy, but he only is obsessed in the end. He doesn't even have a crush anymore, he's numb to us, I think.

Stu had a crush as well, but it wasn't love either. He thought it was love in Set Up, but his version of love was screwed six days till Sunday. What Stu had was a crush and obsession and right now what Stu has in the trilogy is an INFATUATION.

Tbh Billy and Stu may never be able to truly love us 🤷‍♀️ we don't know how this story ends, but we might even die in scream 5 sooo everything is fair game.

6. We are essentially strangers to them. We are similar to the old y/n - we are motherly, soft-hearted, enjoy horror movies, brave, and are still a bad liar, but good actor.

These are traits 23-year-old Y/n STILL has and Stu see's these traits and is convinced we're the same person. He's created this perfect version of us, and he hates it when we shatter it.

Billy hasn't seen us in 3 years, so he's only seen that we are still motherly and caring, but he's still convinced we haven't changed one bit. Neither know anything truly about us. They don't know what our fav color is probably, our fav movie, all our little habits.

Tbh we BARELY know them. It's been 5 years and the version we knew in Set Up was KINDA real, but we didn't know the darker parts of them.

In Set Up, Billy was constantly being careful to not let us get to know him too much and Stu always let us in, but he hid the dark parts well.

Okay I'm done ranting 🤣 I just love this story sm.

Thank you for this bc my memory is screwed up to.

I'm so focused on the future plot that I have to constantly make bulletin points for little things like this so I owe you rn. Thank you bc this is me every chapter I write: