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ghost-proofbaby · 2 months

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the cool down (e.m.)

request: from the lovely @mrsjellymunson: Please may I have a 🍋 (with 🍓 elements if there’s room) with Eddie Munson (friends-to-lovers, or established relationship, or your choice of other) in a super-hot, uncomfortable van on a really hot day (or day into evening), where he and reader have to come up with ever-more-daring/inventive ways to cool down/off, and maybe they end up next to, or in, Lover’s Lake?? I’m thinking cool cans of drink/beer, water sprays, fans, wet clothing…

a/n: okay this definitely took on a mind of its own and i just realized i did not have any water sprays or fans or wet clothing, but i did have eddie come up with a sort of unique way to cool us down <3 i hope you still enjoy this, kittie!! <3 <3 (also, if you squint, reader is alluded to having a chronic illness that causes extreme weather conditions to affect them. and i mean, you really have to squint. it's just very very vague since i got lost in the sauce of smut).

warnings: smut, oral f receiving, reader is afab, allusion to oral m receiving at the end, temperature play (ice). minors dni.

wc: 3.2k+

come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3

First, it had been to go driving around to get your minds off the heat.

And it had worked. Eddie’s van was certainly not any cooler than the trailer had been, but something about riding around the town aimlessly with all the windows down did get your mind off the unbearable heatwave. Something about Eddie, singing along purposefully off-key to his favorite songs, his hand resting lightly on your thigh as you laughed at him, made it all a little less terrible. His genius plan had worked – for the first hour.

Then, it had been to go to the gas station and get slushies.

An even better plan than his original one, honestly. You’d gone from staring at his dash while the van stalled at a red light, desperately trying to focus on anything but that creeping sickness at the edges of your mind, when he’d brought it up. One moment, your stomach is dropping as you feel that familiar light-headedness. The next, your en-route for a cherry slushy, on your doting boyfriend’s dime.

You win some, you lose some.

The losing being the terrible affect the heat currently had on you now that you were laying out in the back of Eddie’s van now, parked at Lover’s Lake, the water doing nothing to cool the smothering breeze enveloping you two.

“So, did you bring me all the way out here to kill me, or just stare at the lake all night?” you ask after taking another sip of the tart frozen treat currently cooling both your mouth and palms. It’s melting fast, the plastic cup holding it never standing a chance against your body heat mingling with the summer air.

Eddie had insisted upon coming straight to the lake after the gas station. Urging you to walk back to the van faster as he’d held a cup in each hand; one blue raspberry slushy, and one mystery styrofoam cup he refused to admit just what it contained.

As Eddie speaks, you can see his purple stained tongue, “Who says I’m gonna kill ya?”

“All the movies,” you drawl, stretching your legs out in front of you, the soles of your sandals not even reaching the edge of the van. The thrown-open doors sway ever so slightly in the wind, “Why else would you bring me here, so far away from civilization?”

“So no one could hear you.”

You can’t help the laugh that immediately slips out. You nearly choke on your straw you’d lifted back up to your lips, side-eyeing him through a few wild coughs.

“Excuse me?”

He clearly hadn’t processed what he’d just said, because his eyes go wide as he attempts to backtrack, “Wait, wait, wait! No! I just- I didn’t mean-” he pauses and sighs, leaning his head back to wipe a frustrated palm over his face, “Oh my God, sweetheart, I’m not going to kill you. I didn’t mean it in a murderer way – I meant it in a horny way.”

The horny comment nearly goes entirely over your head, “You’re not going to kill me? That’s something a murderer would say- wait, did you just say you meant it in a horny way?”

You both stare at each other for a short while, matching blown out pupils and chests rising in sync as you both suck in impossible bursts of parching oxygen only to blow them out in rapid successions.

“I did,” he finally breathes out, timidly reaching behind him, revealing that styrofoam cup once more.

Not even a drop of sweat on it yet. It’s holding up tremendously better than your slushies had.

“What’s in the cup?”

You’re feeling bold, ignoring the pooling perspiration at the nape of your neck as you scoot yourself a bit closer, fighting a smile.

“Well, I know the heat bothers you a lot…”

“Right.”

“And I was trying to think of ways to cool you down…”

“Of course.”

“But also just take your mind off of it, in general.”

“That all sounds great, Eddie,” you lean forward, slushy cup pressing into your kneecap as you reach forward for the mystery cup. Eddie is quick to fling his arm up, keeping it far out of your reach, “But what’s in that damn cup?”

Instead of answering right away, he grins slowly, wiggling his eyebrows comically until you roll your eyes at him.

“Fine, keep your secr-”

“Lay back for me, baby.”

He purrs out the command, the sweet nickname a cherry on top.

In a blink of an eye, your joking boyfriend has vanished, someone more confident and commanding in his place. A sight to see, really. There’s only a few times you’re awarded the sight: when Eddie is navigating you through crowded bars with a steady hand pressed to your lower back, when Eddie is hosting his weekly DnD nights that you’ve earned a lifetime invite to, when Eddie is on a stage and entirely within his element as his first sweetheart hangs from his shoulders.

And whenever he has you like this, already compliant and doe-eyed, a toying smile tugging at your lips as you follow through with his demands.

It’s a welcome switch, a welcome presence.

“Good girl,” he awards you softly, and you have to choke back a giggle.

He was just a stuttering mess, defending himself like a clumsy fool. An adorable dork pulling at your heart strings. And now, he’s a vision of assuredness. Of determination.

It’s hot. It’s great. It’s enough to get your mind off the dwindling summer heat that rises around the lake’s perimeter.

“So,” he continues, popping the lid off the cup finally. There’s not a sign of liquid nearing the rim of the cup where you can see, and your face twists in a bit of confusion, “Here’s what’s going to happen – here I have a wonderfully not melted cup of ice,” he tilts it, and you can finally see the pebbled ice cubes. Suddenly, the entire situation has become significantly less funny, “And you’re clearly in need of a cool down. See where I’m going with this, sweetheart?”

You do. But it’s more fun to play dumb.

“I don’t think I do,” you sigh out, stretching so that your tank top rises and exposes your midriff, “Might need a demonstration.”

It’s a vibrant green light for him – he’s quick to set the cup aside and focus all his efforts on undressing you. Hands that are still shaking – because it’s Eddie and his hands will always shake when it comes to you – and eager fingers tracing lines over your hips before he fiddles with the button of your jean shorts. Taking his time with each caress, murmuring words that strike flames within the pit of your stomach, a more welcome internal warmth than what the summer offers.

He pauses once the shirt and shorts have been discarded, and you almost think for a moment, he might begin to pepper soft kisses across your exposed skin.

He doesn’t.

He grabs the styrofoam cup once more instead, keeping eye contact with you as he pulls an ice cube out. Before he formally places it between his lips, he pauses, leaning forward with a glint in his eyes as he instructs, “Think you can stay still for me, baby?”

Funny how easy it is to turn to stone until someone requests it of you.

The ice cube is slotted between his lips, pretty and pink as they wrap around the salvation that quickly starts to melt. A drip of water is already running down his chin by the time he’s leaning down over your body, not yet touching your spasming abdomen, just hovering as he watches the way your body fights against his instruction.

No words are needed – even if he could speak with the ice in his mouth – as his eyes flick up to yours. Arson umber pupils that command you silently.

Stay still, they whisper. And you try to – you really, really try to.

The first drop of cold water hits your skin as it shakes from restraint, from stuttering breaths, from anticipation. He’s teasing you; he’s taking his time as he grows closer and closer to properly pressing the cube and his lips against you. You swear, for just a moment, this entire grand idea was doing the opposite of its purpose. Heat was radiating off of you in waves, with no plans of cooling down any time soon.

And then his lips are on your skin.

Sweet relief, chills racing down the spine, a sigh slipping past your lips as your back arches desperately. He’s pinpointed the exact center between your hips, just below your navel, with everything you’ve begun to crave. Lips losing their heat with every passing second and the tip of the cube trail around in a lazy circle as he keeps looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, corners of his mouth twitching with the temptation of a smile when your fingers tangle in the roots of his hair. You have half the mind to completely undo his already ruined bun – you have half the mind to guide him to exactly where you need him most.

“Fuck,” you gasp out, voice barely a hiccup over the cicadas. It feels nice, it feels good.

The stifle of the van’s air is all but forgotten as he just keeps trailing the ice along your skin, letting it slowly melt until there’s nothing left but the remnants of a chill on his tongue and lips. And he takes those frozen lips, quickly putting them to use as he lets them drag along a pathway to your left hip. No rush. You’ve both got all the time in the world as he presses a hard kiss to that hip, lips pursing and sucking a bit before he shifts to make his way to the right one instead.

Teasing, taunting, relieving.

By the time he’s made it to the other hip, the heat has begun to creep back up.

“You look real pretty like this, you know?” he asks you, hand shooting out blindly to get another ice cube, “Just laying here for me, sighing all cutely and shit,” your fingers tighten in his hair, “Oh, do you like that, baby? Like me calling it how I see it?”

It’s in his confident tone. The buzz shooting straight through your brain that drowns out the sounds of summer when he talks to you like this. Every syllable has you preening for more of his affection, his attention, his approval.

You’re finally dizzy with want and need rather than summertime sickness.

“You’re a fucking vision,” his breath is hot against you as he says it, waiting for just a moment before he lifts up and yanks his shirt off with boyish charm. When he settles back between your legs, he makes a point to lay the backs of your bare thighs against his naked shoulders, sweaty skin sticking to sweaty skin, “I would do anything for you. Fucking anything. Say the word, and it’s yours.”

Right as he places another ice cube in his mouth, dropping cool fingertips that are wet with condensation to trail from the peak of your knee and down, you take him at his word.

You say the word.

“Kiss me,” you beg.

“Where?”

Not a taunt. Just a clarification. The game is up, and you both know it.

“There.”

“We’re not teenagers,” he snorts, voice a bit garbled as he passes the ice from cheek to cheek, “Use your big girl words.”

This time, your hand is his hair does remove the bun entirely, hairtie lost somewhere recklessly to be found later as thick curls wrap around your fist. “Jesus Christ, I want you to kiss me on my fucking pussy, Eddie. Is that what you want to hear? Quit teasing and-”

“Your pussy?” he interrupts, eyes darkening ever so slightly, tsking slightly, “No, no. That won’t do. Because from what I can see, this pussy is mine, sweetheart. She’s purring for me right now, dripping like these damn ice cubes-”

“Then kiss me on your damn pussy.”

Another ice cube is slotted between his lips, one you hadn’t noticed him grabbing, and he does exactly as he’s told.

The cold shocks you initially, nearly making your hips jump away from his touch entirely. But you can’t as his forearm comes over to rest across the hips he’d just worshiped, other hand tightly gripping onto the flesh of any thigh he can grab onto, pulling you tighter and closer to him.

The same circles he had just trailed beneath your navel return in a new location, skimming your clit now.

“Oh my God,” you whine, shoulder blades digging into the uncomfortable surface of the van’s floor below the makeshift padding of blankets, “Please, please.”

He doesn’t tease you and ask you to spell out what you’re imploring of him this time. What small bit of the ice was left in his mouth slips out, slowly trailing down, down, down. Lighting a path of incessant mercy along its way as it skirts around your clit, ending up nearly slipping inside of you as it slows at your entrance.

A cold, freezing trail of water left behind, and Eddie’s hot tongue is quick to follow it in reverse.

He deliberately keeps it flat, avoiding filling you where you want it most.

He’s still taking his time, moving slower than the cube has as he laps at your folds steadily. One long stride, and you’re squirming. The contrast between the heat of his mouth and the chill that the ice had left behind sends you whirling, stomach clenching as you let out more little gasps.

It only eggs him on.

He flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue to finish his path, moving back only to take a sharp breath of his own before his lips wrap around it and suck.

The steady rhythm of suction elicits countless moans from you, all trailing off into desperate whispers, both hands fully buried in Eddie’s curls as he has to fight harder to keep your hips pressed down. Praises of his name, pants of keep going. Your vision blurs in a way that doesn’t send panic through your bones, and you welcome the tunnel vision as he lets go of his grip around your thigh to press his fingertips against your entrance.

He mumbles something, a reverberating hum that has you clenching around nothing, but he’s not willful enough to take his mouth off you long enough to properly enunciate.

“What - ah - what was that?” you breathe out, hardly able to get the words out around your pants as you feel that pressure building between your hips, desperate for release.

Willpower in overdrive, he pulls himself away from being buried against you, “I said, I want you to come for me, sweetheart.”

To emphasize his point, he plunges in two fingers, curling them in a petting motion that spells out your demise.

Your body reacts to the words before your brain can catch up. That pressure, the ever growing knot building, building, building – it snaps within a second of his lips finding your clit again.

His fingers, knuckle deep in your cunt. His nose, buried in your bush. The cold, still lingering with a vengeance against the odds.

The sensory overload does you in. You feel weightless, unaware of just how hard you’re tugging on his curls or the slight rhythm he’s built with his own hips against the blankets below. The high rushes over you, drowning out everything in its path and wrapping you up just as the summer warmth had previously. And he’s relentless, carrying you through every wave, never once faltering.

You understand what he’d said earlier – you’re glad no one can hear you at this moment as you throw away any false God and only say prayers in Eddie’s name.

White vision fades to black, and your entire body goes slack as your eyes flutter shut in exhaustion. The sweat covering your body almost offers some relief as a breeze wiggles its way through the van’s back doors.

He crawls back up your body slowly, coming home to the space you allot him as you further spread your trembling thighs and he peppers the lightest of sincere kisses up your ribcage. Warm lips you feel drawing roadways until he’s finally lining them up your neck, your cheeks, your own hot lips.

“Still with me?”

You only hum in response, hand feeling blindly to lightly caress his bare back.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles, breath fanning out against your temple as he places a last few kisses, just because.

When you finally force your heavy lids back open, you’re welcomed to the sight of whiskey eyes and a soft nose, shining for a reason only the two of you know. You swear, you can’t decipher if the pink smattering across his cheeks and bridge of his nose is from the heat, or from a proper blush at the sight of you.

It makes your insides melt more than any hot summer day.

“It worked,” is all you laugh out, pads of your fingers still pressing softly into the smooth skin of his shoulder blades, a weak attempt to bring him closer.

“It worked?”

“You took my mind off the heat.”

His lashes might be fluttering even more than your own, hips lowering against yours, heavy and bated as you come back down to Earth. You swear he’s never been prettier than he is right now, with you all over his mouth and bangs sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

You almost card your fingers through them, expose the spanse of skin beneath just to offer the softest of kisses in return to him. Almost.

“Good,” he grins with a boyish mirth, looking overly accomplished, “Did you ever even doubt me?”

“Maybe.”

Your teasing tone has him poking out a tongue that’s a few shades lighter of purple than before, him finally rolling his body off of the top of yours.

“I’ll give you a minute,” he jokes, throwing his head back as your eyes follow. You can see a bead of sweat making its way down his cheekbone, slipping away into his hairline, “And then I’ll fuck that doubt away.”

Your stomach flutters as your eyes wander, taking in his exposed neck, following the creases in his skin down his chest. The way his stomach shakes a little with each breath, and the way you zero in on each quiver of that dark line of hair starting at his navel and disappearing into the band of his pants.

The very obvious, very strained bulge within his pants.

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind.

You sit up a bit faster than is smart, and you ignore the stars in your vision as you quickly situate yourself to perch by his hip. He starts to lift himself back up, hands already flying out to keep you steady, but you only swat them away as you lean over him to grab an ice cube out of the styrofoam cup.

“I think I’ll need more than a minute,” you lie, pressing him back down fully, movements full of determination as he watches you with hooded eyes, “How about for now, I give you a taste of your own medicine, pretty boy?”

The ice is slotted between your own lips, and the whine Eddie lets out is answer enough.

#summertime sweetness #ghost's stories #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #there's several lines in here that i went 'wait is that cringe?' but... we persevere?#not really edited but that should be expected of me at this point waaah #gonna make my mouth colder than the arctic than suck his soul out of his body no big deal

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bahablastplz · 3 months

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All in | Chapter 3

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: you escape and face the consequences of your actions

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings

series masterlist ~~ series taglist ~~ main masterlist

It’s cold outside, you think, and you wish you had brought a little more thought to your choice in outfit because the shirt you’re wearing does little to protect your skin from the harsh wind. You regret not finding something a little thicker, something with longer sleeves perhaps when you had raided the wardrobe earlier. You were searching for comfort, not practicality, and now that decision was coming to bite you in the ass.

Your body carries you through the wooded area surrounding the house, brambles scratching at your arms and drawing blood. You thank your body for pumping out adrenaline once again, protecting you from feeling too much pain. You’re not sure if you’ve ever run this hard or this fast in your entire life, the burning in your lungs evident that maybe you should have focused a bit more on staying in shape. Your shoes were definitely not made for running and you add it to the list of things to curse yourself for later.

The pavement under your feet is different from the mushy grass surrounding the SKZ base and you find yourself trying not to connect your feet as hard to the ground to make up for it, lest the burning in your legs slow you down. Wait… pavement? You slow, coming to a stop to allow yourself a moment to view your surroundings and catch your breath.

You notice you're in the city, albeit a deserted part of it that you don't recognize. Looking left and right, you decide to go in the direction of the faded city lights. At every car that passes you hold your breath and try to sink into the bushes, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible just in case Chan is in one of the vehicles.

Salvation comes to you in the form of a gas station, seemingly devoid of any life. As you near close, you let out a sigh of relief when you see the blinking ‘open’ sign. One person mans the register, a man in his mid-30s that doesn’t seem to pay you any mind. He smells like cigarettes and whiskey but even so you can’t find it in you to be displeased.

“Excuse me, sir,” you say, saccharine sweet. “Do you have a phone I could borrow?” The first thing you would like to do is give your sister a phone call, to let her know you’re on the way.

“You have to buy something first,” he replies instantly, not even bothering to look up from his newspaper.

You freeze. “But… I don't have any money.” It's the truth. God knows where your phone and wallet are; you haven’t had either since you started dating Jungwon and became dependent on him for everything.

“That's not my problem,” he says. You take a deep breath to ground yourself, inhaling the aroma of hot dogs and nacho cheese. A slushie machine whirls behind you, reds and blues that could be impossibly easy to get lost in.

“Listen sir, I've had a rough couple of days, and I don't know where I am, and I would really appreciate it if–”

“No, you listen, brat,” he spits the word out, finally slamming his paper down and shooting you a nasty glare. “I don't give a damn who you are, either buy something or get the Hell out of my store before I call the cops.”

You feel inclined to listen and book it out of here but you realistically don’t have many other options. You ignore the tears threatening to spill from your lash line. If he won’t let you use the phone, the least you could do is try to figure out where you are.

“Um… okay, how far is Second Street from here?”

“Least three miles.”

“Three miles? Okay. What about downtown?”

“Still at least an hour walk.”

“Shit, okay. Have a nice night, sir,” you say, but you don’t mean it and he doesn't deserve it. You walk out of the store nonetheless, walking on the abandoned sidewalk in the direction of the city. Your body aches and you’re not sure how far you’ve walked when you hear voices in front of you.

There’s three men. One of them sways back and forth as he walks, obviously inebriated. Fuck. You keep your eyes glued to the sidewalk and your pace quickens, hoping that a lack of engagement will increase your luck. Maybe, just maybe for once in your life you’ll get a free pass here. Of course that doesn’t happen.

“Hey, pretty thang. What's a girl like you doing all by yourself this late at night?” The man nudges his friend, the noticeably drunker one.

“I don't want any trouble,” you mumble, pushing forward.

A large unwelcoming hand reaches out to grab your wrist and you shout out in pain. Broken. Despite the ice and bandage wrapped around your appendage, your wrist is still broken.

“What wash that? I think she said she wantshta show ush a good time!” He slurs, and anxiety settles in the pit of your stomach. You’re starting to get really tired of the feeling.

“Let me go, please!” Your other hand gripped the offender’s, placing it over his tight grasp.

You're shoved to the ground, knees scraping against the sidewalk. Your breath is caught in your throat, and the scene is all too familiar.

“Come on bunny, don't you want to play?” A hand grips around your throat, and you feel like prey. How they managed to find the parts of you that were weak and vulnerable, you had no clue. Men like this just had a knack for being awful like that. A hand snakes in your hair and grabs tight, and you’re reminded of just days ago being in this exact situation.

“Look, she’s crying!” one of them coos. You let out a loud sob and think, God, I’m going to die here. How you always have a knack for making wrong decisions, you’ll never know.

“Let her go.” Your eyes shoot open when you hear a familiar deep voice. Instead of being filled with fear at finally being caught, you can’t help but to feel relieved.

“Felix!” you cry out. You try to crane your head to look at him but the man’s grip on your hair is too tight.

“Let her go? Why? We were having a good time!” One of them laughs and you feel his grip on you tighten. You whimper in pain. “Do you wanna join in?”

Felix doesn’t say anything, but you hear a soft, mechanical clicking sound. It’s too silent and you’re afraid that you know the reason why. Your eyes stay closed but you’re free, suddenly. As you begin to fall you brace to hit the concrete but you’re surprised when you don’t. A warm and steady arm wraps around your middle and you relax into Felix as the men scamper away.

“He's fucking crazy, man. The bitch isn't worth it.” And like that, they are gone. You allow yourself to glance down at Felix and the gun he is holding, but you aren't intimidated anymore. He has gotten rid of the real threat.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, not looking at you. You swallow, hating to be the target of his disappointment. The gun is put away and forgotten about and you slump out his grasp and onto the concrete. You shake your head at him, trying to indicate that you are okay, you’re not seriously hurt, but you can tell he doesn’t believe you. Instead he ushers you into a car that you hadn’t even noticed had appeared, obviously too caught up in the situation at hand. He opens the door for you and you climb in, noticing that he sits in the passenger seat, not the driver’s. You furrow your brow until you recognize Hyunjin in the driver’s seat, tapping furiously on the wheel. On your left you recognize the broad frame as Changbin, who seems to be more distressed than anyone else in the car. You hope for silence, but once again, you can never be so lucky.

“How do you always manage to get yourself into such trouble?” Hyunjin laughs. He irritates you to no end, always so sure of himself and full of it. “First Jungwon, us, and now these thugs? Do you have a knack for finding trouble or does trouble find you?” You notice Felix tense, and you decide staying in silence is probably better to not irritate the men further. You look out the window instead as the car speeds off.

Hyunjin continues, “Normally Chan would want us to blindfold you if we were taking you back to our place, but he told us not to bother this time. He seems incessant that there’s no reason to.” Does he ever shut up? “Expect for him to be pissed. He knew you were going to leave, though.”

Now that was enough to break your silence.

“He knew?” you ask, incredulous.

“Of course. It was a test, after all. To see where your loyalties lie, if he threatens you and tells you not to escape, you’re much more likely to leave right after because you think you can get away with it.” Shit. Now you feel dumb. But instead of letting on, you scoff and turn your head back to the window, finding the view much more interesting. You’re shivering still from the cold despite the heat pumping through the air vents. Felix wordlessly takes off his coat and hands it to you, and while you want to be proud and reject the offer you can’t help but want for this chill in your bones to go away. His jacket is warm and you can smell the trace of his cologne, floral, like jasmine yet earthy.

You couldn’t have been in the car for more than ten minutes, and you curse yourself, realizing that you really didn’t get as far as you thought.

Then, you approach a long driveway, adorned with a large iron gate that would intimidate anyone that made it to this part of the city, encased in grime and rust that’s indicative of its age. The car drives down the winding roads with familiarity which puts you at ease and keeps you from feeling nauseous, which you feel grateful for. When you arrive at the front of the house, you are finally given the opportunity to take a look at where you have been staying, as previous circumstances hadn’t allowed you to do so.

The exterior of the house is a little dreary, the age of the cracked brick and marble noticeable. Even in the dark you could tell everything else is well-taken care of, well-trimmed shrubbery and flower beds surprising you. You don’t get as much time to look around as you would like, though you do notice the sheer size of the house as you follow the men up the gravel pathway. Large front doors open up and you’re guided inside.

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You and Felix walk in silence to your room. You’re almost ashamed to meet his eye.

“How did you know where to find me?” you finally ask.

“I came to bring you this,” he says, gesturing to what he had been holding. A hard brace for your wrist. “When I came to your room and you weren’t there, I panicked. You couldn’t have gotten far, but we jumped in the car right away.”

“But… What about what Hyunjin said?” You ask. Meanwhile he starts to unwrap the bandage on your wrist, revealing the very swollen and purple affected area. You wince slightly.

“About it being a test? I wouldn’t be surprised, you’re probably in deep shit with Chris.” He says. You notice that he uses a nickname when referring to the man but you don’t say anything. He pulls out a first aid kit and starts to sanitize the surface of your skin and it stings more than you’d like to admit. Still, he does so delicately, making sure his fingers don’t press onto your injury too harshly. “I didn’t think you would leave,” he admits. “It was really stupid, you do realize that, right? I was just… really hoping you would be smarter than that.”

You scoff. “Stupid, got it. I’m sorry that I didn’t want to stay trapped with the mafia, but I saw my opportunity. I have a life out there I want to get back to! I can’t stay here for the rest of my life.”

“That may be true, but you won’t have a life to get back to if you’re killed the moment you leave,” he points out. “I’m not trying to be malicious, but you have a huge target on your back. Even if it’s not Jungwon who comes for you, you’re affiliated with ENHA. People who are not as kind as we are will see you as a way to get to him and they’ll kill you in cold blood.” He delicately places the new brace onto your wrist, strapping it shut tight. You try not to think about how his touch lingers on your skin, that you can still feel where he touched you and how it makes your face heat up. Instead you try to flex your wrist to test the brace, finding that it provides enough support for you not to move it too intensely. Felix hums in approval.

“Come with me,” he says. He takes you to the bathroom and gestures for you to sit on the toilet lid. You do, looking up at him inquisitively. You see that he has brought the first aid kit with him and he’s keen on tending to your other injuries.

“I just don’t understand,” you say, breaking the silence. He takes an antiseptic wipe and starts to wipe away scratches on your head. “Just… Why do you care if I live or die?”

“That’s a tough one,” he says. You can’t tell if he’s joking. “I guess you can say I don’t like Yang Jungwon. Our feud with them has lasted for several years and he’s just a nuisance. He kills people in cold blood and is remorseless. I’m sure you’ve seen it first hand just how manipulative he can be, and we really just want to make sure that he doesn’t do anything to undermine us. That being said, you’re a benefit to SKZ. I know you might not see it yet, but you might be the ticket we need to finally one-up them. If you’re dead then we’re back to an even playing field.”

“What about the infiltration? Don’t you have plans with Lee Know?” you ask.

“Oh, Minho? He’s a very skilled person, he excels at this kind of thing. We’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while and we finally have an opportunity to do so. I hear that they’re planning to start up an underground drug-ring, something that would put us both in the public eye more than we want. Minho is going to try to find out what he can about it and then we can proceed.”

Felix bends down, kneeling before you. Your breath hitches before you can think about it; it’s not fitting for someone who looks so majestic to be below you, you think.

He starts to clean the scrapes on your knees. They’re bloody and raw from your fall and you’re only now starting to feel the aftereffects from it. You’re grateful that he’s taking the time to tend to your injuries, scanning your entire body from head to toe until he’s content. “You’re too good for all of this,” he finally says. “Someone like you should have never gotten involved in our lifestyle. You have so much potential, I can just see it. How did you even get stuck in this life?” The question is so intimate that it takes you a moment to process that he asked it.

“I didn’t know who he was when I started dating him,” you admit. “Like you said, he’s manipulative. He’s mastered the art of deception. When I met him, he was charming and sweet, you know? It feels dumb to say, but by the time he admitted to me he was part of the mafia, I was head over heels in love with him. By the time I realized that the Jungwon I knew was just a facade it was too late, he caused me to completely rely on him for everything. I lost everything, Felix.” He nods in understanding, looking up at you before he stiffens.

“Your neck… Did he do that, too?” he asks. There’s no judgment in his voice. You realize that the makeup you applied so diligently before must have completely rubbed off by now. You sigh.

“Yeah. The night Chan found me, Jungwon and I got into a fight. It was my fault, but he threatened me, and it got physical, and…”

“I don’t know what happened, but I severely doubt it could have been your fault,” he says. You decide not to divulge the details of your argumentThis is the first time you have admitted the situation out loud, and you feel very vulnerable. For some reason, you really want to tell Felix, despite the tears threatening to spill from your lashes.

“He knocked me unconscious outside of the club, and when I woke up, I was here.” He finishes bandaging up your injuries and he stands, stretching his back and popping his joints. There’s blood on his white dress shirt. Your blood, though you don’t remember how it got there.

“When you left tonight, where were you planning to go? You weren’t going–”

“Not back to him, God no. Um… I have a sister, I was just trying to get in touch.” He seems content with your answer. You wonder if he’s just going to relay all of that information back to Chan. You feel like a weight has been lifted off of your chest, though, so you can’t really bring yourself to care.

“I don’t know how long you’re going to be here. But for now, this is the safest place for you. So, try not to do anything else that’s stupid.” He turns to the door to leave, but you find yourself calling out.

“Felix?” He halts and his eyes meet yours as you call his name. “Thank you.” There’s a lot of meaning to convey with just two words, but you hope you get your point across; thank you, for saving my life, for talking with me, for treating my wounds. He seems to understand. He graces you with a small smile before leaving

You take a minute to breathe and look at yourself in the mirror. You are definitely not the same person you were two days ago. You smile at the reflection of yourself that has been beaten and bruised, and you hardly recognize her. You open the door to retreat to your bedroom for the night, but are shocked by what you see.

For the second time in one night, Bang Christopher Chan sits on your bed, waiting expectantly.

“We need to talk,” he says.

He looks pissed. His glare sends shivers straight up your spine, and it takes everything for you to not break down and cry on the spot. It makes you feel guilty for everything that happened tonight, but you have to shake that thought. You were justified, you need to stand strong. You sit on the bed next to him without him gesturing for you to do so, as it feels like what he wants. You aren’t stupid enough to disobey him again.

You look him in the eye.

“I’d like to think I’m a kind person,” he says. “I don’t ask much of you–”

“I’m sorry,” you interrupt.

“Speak when spoken to. I won’t tell you again.” He clears his throat. “I don’t ask much of you. In fact, I gave you just two, simple, commands that you couldn’t be bothered to follow. Do not contact Yang Jungwon, and do not leave. What did you do?” He looks at you but you stay silent. “Answer.”

“I left.”

“That’s right. You must be pretty stupid, Y/N. Stupid enough to somehow end up here, and even more stupid to disobey me. I knew you were going to try to push your luck,” he says. “Explain yourself.”

“I…” you gulp. You decide honesty is the best way to go about this. “I got scared. I know you told me not to leave and I didn’t listen, and I truly apologize but I remembered how trapped I felt when I was with Jungwon, and, well… the prospect of staying here for the rest of my life really really scared me. I wanted to see my sister and tell her I’m alright. My phone is gone, and she probably thinks I’m dead. I envisioned a world where I never got to see her again and make things right, and I thought this would be my only chance.”

He sits in silence for a moment, contemplating. “This will be the last time I extend such kindness to you,” he says slowly. “From here on, I want your complete loyalty to me and the rest of SKZ.I will ensure your safety from ENHA and any potential threat. For now, that’s all you need. If you try to undermine me one more time, I will make sure you never see your sister again. Take that any way you want.” He stands.

“Hyunjin said that this was a test,” you say cautiously. “Are you going to punish me?”

“I thought I made myself very clear that there would be consequences to your actions,” he says. “I will go lightly on you, just this time. I’m being very nice, just so you are aware: I am not usually known by others as a kind person.” He sighs. “Pick a number between one and ten.”

“Um… five?” you say, trying to play it safe and pick a number that’s not too high and not too low. His hands slide down to his waistband, unbuckling his belt and taking it out of the loops.

“Lift your shirt up and turn around.”

You do, with shaky hands, turn around and lift your shirt up so just your back is revealed to Chan. You don’t protest, worrying that that could somehow make things worse.

You steady your breath and brace for impact.

Thwack.

One time, Chan’s leather belt comes down and hits the skin of your back hard. It’s obvious he has no intention of holding back and it stings; you bite down on your bottom lip to suppress your cries.

Thwack.

The second time, just as hard.

Five times Chan hits you hard with your belt and you can’t hold back your tears any longer, though you do stay strong in the decision to not let him see them. After the fifth hit, you stand and pull down your shirt.

“Rest up,” he tells you. “Tomorrow you’ll meet everyone else.”

It’s stupid of you to think about, but you practically disregarded the fact that there are other members you have not met yet. You’re not entirely looking forward to it, though you don’t say so.

“Does everyone know?” you ask him just as he’s about to leave. “Does everyone know that I’m associated with Jungwon?”

“Everyone knows,” he confirms. “I trust my group implicitly. I felt no need to hide it from them, though at this point I don’t think it’s something to be ashamed of.” You nod your head at the information, lost in thought.

Then Chan leaves and you’re finally alone. When you lie down in bed you finally take note of how your body feels after all this time. Every muscle aches and you can’t lay down on your back and once again you ignore the incessant throbbing in your skull. When you lay down in the bed to sleep, it’s on the comfiest, most luxurious mattress that you’ve ever laid on. You stare at the wall until you drift off with a dreamless yet peaceful sleep.

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redriotinggg · 4 months

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east blue polycule hitchhiking au that i’ll never write

luffy n zoro meet at a convenience store/gas station. and find out they’re both pretty much stranded with no destination in mind. they team up and use the last of their money to buy snacks and bottom-shelf booze.

enter nami, who steals their wallets while they’re making out by the slushie machine and is pissed to find out they’re broke as hell.

zolu catch her but are ultimately intrigued by the angry red-headed bandit. she ends up coming along with them because they can be her protection if needed and she knows she can outwit them if she needs to get away.

the trio finesse their way onto a bus, where luffy tells nami that her freckles look like stars, and zoro says he knows she’s strong/tough even though she may not look like it. (“don’t let her puny fingers fool you, this woman’s strong”). her heart skips a beat and she wonders when her standards got so low, but she’s happy, so she lets it slide.

the bus takes them to the beach, where they encounter usopp, who’s sitting alone, painting the scenery.

luffy sees him painting and runs over to ask about it, doing so and unabashedly stealing the food from his picnic basket. nami and zoro also come to steal. usopp’s pissed bc wtf??? that’s his food???? but then they compliment his painting and he’s like, “Well it’s bc I’m a descendent of Picasso-” and the trio turns into a quartet.

turns out usopp has a vehicle! (“why do you have a wholeass mini-van at 19 lmao” “shut up it was a hand-me down! and it’s convenient to carry my artwork around”) and has been using it to drive around and think. his one-man roadtrip turns into a three-man-one-woman roadtrip. he feels he should he mad and is a little mad but mostly he’s happy to have new friends. he just hopes they don’t kill him. (“btw guys if you try to murder me, my friend modified me into a killer cyborg so i wouldn’t do that if i were you”)

they come across some guys trying to rob a woman, so luffy n zoro beat em up and nami steals their wallets. they use that money to pay for their dinner at—you guessed it—the baratie.

just like in canon, zolusona terrorize sanji, who’s working tables after being punished by zeff. he’s pissed enough to be impulsive, so he lets the quartet steal him away from the restaurant and back into the van.

they head back to the beach with food and booze stolen from the restaurant, eating, drinking, and having more fun than any of them can remember. shared gazes, amused smiles, whispered secrets. they were all meant to meet. they can feel it.

luffy runs off to skinny dip in the ocean and zoro strips down nude to join him. the other three blush but strip down to the their undies, holding hands as they race to the water. they all laugh and swim and play. it’s fun and intimate, and none of them can ignore the connection they’ve made. can’t ignore the pull they feel for each other, as individuals and as a collective.

exhausted, they lay usopp’s multitude of blankets onto the sand and collapse on top of it, falling asleep curled around each other, only to be rudely awoken by the beach’s lifeguards, who give them the chance to pack up and leave before they call the cops.

“what now?” usopp asks when they pile back into his van. along with the others, his breath catches at the sight of luffy’s wide, dazzling grin. “off to the next adventure, of course!” and so they go. <3

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agaypanic · 8 months

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Maybe a little blurb or headcanon on mutual first Valentine’s Day with Rodrick? I’ve never celebrated with anyone and Rodrick gets no bitches so he’d be lost about it all but he tries 🥲

First Valentine's Day (Rodrick Heffley X Reader)

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Summary: It’s your and Rodrick’s first time celebrating Valentine’s Day as not single, and you both don’t really know what to do.

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It really felt like just another day. You were with Rodrick, lying on his bed with him while listening to one of his CDs. He patted the beat of the song on your thigh that was lying across his hips, muttering the lyrics while you looked through one of the magazines he had.

You and Rodrick had been dating for a few months now. This was your first real relationship, and Rodrick’s as well. Although it was still a bit new, you felt comfortable just laying around with him, not needing to talk or do something.

A knock on Rodrick’s door made you jolt, but Rodrick didn’t seem to pay any mind. The door opened, and Susan popped her head into the room.

“Hi, kids!” She said with that signature smile of hers. You smiled at her and said hello back, while Rodrick gave a hum of acknowledgement. “You know, I’m surprised you guys aren’t out right now.”

“Why would we be, Mom?” Rodrick asked, probably waiting for her to shut the door and leave.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Rodrick!”

You and your boyfriend glanced at each other confusedly and then looked back at Susan. She looked surprised at your reactions.

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” You didn’t have to tell her; it was clear that you had. You and Rodrick never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before, so it didn’t occur to either of you that you were able to do so with each other. “You guys should go out somewhere! Have some fun! But, you know, be safe and be back home by curfew.”

You and Rodrick looked at each other, seeming to have a conversation with just your eyes. There were enough hours left in the day to do something fun, but ideas of what to do exactly didn’t come to mind. There was a chance that Rodrick’s mom would keep pestering you two until you decided to go.

“Wanna go out?” You asked. Rodrick pursed his lips.

“Sure, why not?”

You slipped your shoes on, and the two of you left Rodrick’s room. Susan gave her son some cash, telling you to have fun but not be out too late. Then you left the house and got into Rodrick’s van.

“So…” You buckled your seatbelt and looked at your boyfriend, who was tapping on his steering wheel. “Where should we go?”

He thought for a minute before sighing.

“I dunno.”

The two of you sat in silence, trying to think of an activity that would be worth leaving the comfort of Rodrick’s room. It was so quiet that Rodrick could hear your stomach growl.

“Hungry?” He asked in a teasing voice, laughing as you playfully smacked his arm.

“Shut up.” You tried to sound serious, but a chuckle broke through. “Food, then?”

“Hell yeah.”

***

Rodrick ended up driving to a nearby convenience store, one that he was used to going to with you or his friends. When you hopped out of the van, he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside.

“Mom gave me twenty bucks.” He said, going straight to the slushie machines. You giggled as he unintentionally forced you to pick up your pace, seeing as his legs were longer than yours.

“And we’re gonna spend it all on junk food?” You asked, accepting the large plastic cup that Rodrick grabbed for you.

“Duh!”

Rodrick filled his cup with different blue flavors while you chose red. Then he sped over to the self-serve hot dog station, putting a dog in a bun and covering it with ketchup and mustard. You were a bit more tame with your toppings, grinning at your boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“I think I’m gonna grab some candy or chips or something.” You say, sliding your hot dog over to Rodrick for him to watch.

“Oh!” He caught your attention before you could leave the aisle. His voice was slightly muffled by the bite of the hot dog he had taken. “Can you get me some-”

“Ruffles?” You guessed, knowing those were some of his favorite chips. He nodded. “Yeah, babe. I’ll be right back.”

You skipped a few aisles over, grabbing Rodrick’s chips before deciding what to grab for yourself. Then you went to look at the candy. Your eyes lit up when you found a bag of typical Valentine’s conversation hearts. Snatching that quickly, you also grabbed a few candy bars before returning to Rodrick.

“That it?” He asked, taking a sip of his slushie. It must’ve been too much too quick because he soon winced. “Ah, brain freeze!”

“Yup!” You answered, laughing at your boyfriend’s scrunched up expression while somehow managing to grab your drink and hot dog. Rodrick grabbed some of the snacks to lighten your load, and the two of you went to the checkout counter.

The total was a little bit more than what Susan had given you. You took out your wallet to help pay the difference, but Rodrick slapped your wrist.

“Put that away, weirdo.” He said, taking out his own wallet and giving the cashier a few extra dollars. You rolled your eyes, pocketing your money and grabbing your hot dog and slushie. You were about to grab the bag that the guy put all your snacks in, but Rodrick beat you to it.

“You’re so chivalrous.” You joked as you left the convenience store, heading back to Rodrick’s van.

“I don’t even know what that means.” The serious, slightly confused tone he had made you laugh. “But thanks. I think.”

***

You and Rodrick went to the park, figuring it was a nice enough day to be outside.

Although, you weren’t really outside. Instead, you sat on the van floor with the side door open to have some fresh air. A blanket Rodrick kept in the van was spread out for the two of you to sit on. Even though it was nice out, there was a bit of wind. Seeing you shiver slightly, Rodrick gave you his black and white checkered jacket.

“Have you ever thought about cleaning this place out?” You asked, looking at the different piles of random junk that Rodrick kept in the vehicle as you zipped up the hoodie. You had to push the sleeves up so they wouldn’t get dirty.

“Not really.” He answered, chomping down on his food.

You looked behind you and grabbed something to show him.

“You have a basketball in here, Roddy. You don’t even play basketball; why do you have this?”

Rodrick pointed at the ball, having an answer. But first, he needed to swallow his food.

“I throw that at Greg’s head sometimes.” You let out a cackle, not expecting an answer like that. You threw the ball over your shoulder, letting it bounce back into the corner it came from.

“You know, I’ve never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before.” You confessed, although you were sure Rodrick already knew that. “But this is pretty fun.”

“Yeah, it is.” He responded, mirroring your smile.

After your food was gone, you brought the candy hearts out of the convenience store bag. You opened the package, looking through them until you found one you liked.

“Here.” You said after a moment of looking, holding out a pink heart and dropping it in Rodrick’s hand. He looked at it and cooed.

“‘Be mine.’” He read before popping the candy in his mouth. “My turn.”

He looked through the little candy bag, soon pulling out a blue heart. After reading the message, he handed it to you.

“‘Kiss me.’” You read, looking back up at Rodrick to see him smirking at you.

“I think you gotta do what it says.”

“I won’t argue with that.” You giggled, leaning forward to kiss Rodrick.

A hand threaded through your hair, the other holding your jaw to keep you close. Not wanting to lean over so much, you shifted on your knees until you were sat in Rodrick’s lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and the two of you made out until you were out of breath. When you pulled away, you caught sight of Rodrick’s mouth and giggled.

“What?” Rodrick asked, and he couldn’t help but laugh along even though he didn’t know what was so funny.

“Roddy, your tongue is purple!” The two of you laughed at the evidence of your affection. “Is my tongue purple too?” You stuck it out for him to check, and he clicked his tongue in faux disappointment.

“Could be purple-er.” Rodrick took a large sip of his blue slushie. “I can fix that though.” He said before kissing you again with fervor.

Let’s just say that you left the park with very purple tongues and warm cheeks.

***

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aly4khq · 5 months

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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ - on time. - ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

- ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ -

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warnings: kissing, swearing (once)

rushing through the roads of Linkon on your motorbike, your mind was cursing at you violently. time was not on your side today, you were late to work by 5 minutes, your mission pick up was late by an hour and now you're late for you hospital appointment.

that wasn't anyone fault. you did all that an hour ago but what really got you distracted was the new beverage shop that opened down the road to the Hunter Association's Building. The flavours were absolutely amazing to the point where after you got your drink, you went outside to stare at the new drinks that were in the shop.

bubble tea....blue raspberry slushy with your choice of candy...cappuccinos with a side-

you were taken out of your daze by the sound of a notification coming from your phone, at first you didn't care. it was probably one of those 'lower your volume!' messages. but your heart dropped when you noticed.

'2pm doctors appointment, Akso Hospital...' late!

2pm? 2pm...? rushing for the time again, the numbers 2:05pm reached your eyes as you jumped onto your motorbike and sped off.

normally if you were late, you wouldn't stress but still obviously apologise and give them a summary of why you were late but this wasn't just any boss, or any doctor in this case.

not any cardiologist. your husband. the same one who prepared your overloaded schedule and helped you in the morning to get up nice and early and be refreshed.

sprinting through the doors of the hospital, you made eye contact with yvonne, she sighed in relief as she quickly typed on the computer. she called you forward as she chuckled a little checking her watch before showing you the time.

"10 minutes late. oof. good luck." giving you the band around my wrist, she smoothed it but as soon as she stopped, you were lifted over someone's shoulder.

"hey!- what the fuck?!-" a hand was rested below your ass so you were firmly pressed against their body and didn't fall, but you knew who it was by the size of the hand and how high you were.

before anything could escaped your mouth, he interrupted you.

"i want an explanation as soon as we get into my room." you whined against the height, why was he so tall. but you also whined at his tone, he was strict.

"baby, come on! it's not my fault!" you practically begged him to hear you out. opening the door and making sure you didn't bump your head, he shut it behind him before throwing you onto the chair.

he went round to his desk, typing on his computer before staring at you. "a good 10 minutes late. what on earth were you doing?"

his finger went up, silently shushing you.

"and no lying either."

scoffing, you rolled your eyes, quickly apologising after he gave you a cold glare.

"listen, it wasn't my fault! there's this new coffee shop down the road and i got distracted! it's really good..?"

you knew he was already concerned about your new addiction to coffee ever since your co-worker gave you some. it's been your new favourite thing.

"but! it's actually very healthy and doesn't have much sugar? so that's nice."

he tried to hide his smile before getting your attention by standing up and telling you to come around his desk. obliging, you went around before you were pinning against the table. but he wasn't kissing you, or anything. he was doing his normal doctor duties. checking your heart beat, the pulse. your eyes.

his fingers rested on your neck as he stared at your eyes, hypnotised by the sight in front of him. his hand creeping up your hip as your leg rose to his waist. your hands touching his chest, caressing it slowly.

your lips slowly approaching each other, love in the air. your eyes closing...hands grabbing and fiddling until-

"hey zayne? i was wondering if-"

you two stared at greyson, his shocked yet chuckling face as he covered his eyes with his hand. slowly backing out of the room before rushing down the hallway to the other doctors room.

"that man!-"

about to rush after him, zayne grabbed your arm, bringing you closer and kissing your lips passionately. "remember-" your tongues shifting around the other before he let go. turning you around slightly and giving you a soft tap on your ass before laughing.

"be on time."

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date made : 22/04/24

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gag-me-munson · 1 year

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The Drive-In

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (No use of y/n)

Warnings: MINORS DNI. 18+ Only. Graphic descriptions of sex. Oral on Eddie. Unprotected sex. Just... Adults only, thanks ✌️

"C'mon. The movie starts at 9:30, I'll pick you up at 8:45. It'll be fun." Eddie teases your arm with his fingertips, letting them dance up and down as he sing-song's the words to you.

"What was the movie again?" You sigh and lean against his van, looking up to meet his winning stare. If it weren't for those eyes, you'd have never even given him a shot. But Eddie was sweet down beneath it all and he loved to be around you.

"Nightmare On Elm Street." He grins wide and you audibly groan. You'd seen it already, at least thrice, but being with Eddie always was a trip, so you agree.

"Alright, it's a date!" He slaps his hand on the van hood and you can only shake your head and smile at his boyish enthusiasm.

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The weather was still a little chilly so you made sure to wear a sweater that evening. Makeup had been placed just to hide what you thought were your imperfections and you went with a generous and sultry red lip. Eddie's favorite, he called it your "dick sucking lipstick" and it always made you squirm and blush.

A honk outside and you rush out the door, grabbing your purse hurriedly before any questions can be tossed at you. Eddie wasn't exactly a parent favorite, but he was your favorite and that's what mattered.

"Hey, sweetheart," Eddie begins as you get into the passenger side, shutting the door with quick ease. "God, you look amazing." You can feel his deep brown eyes giving you the once over, looking you up and down before he puts the van into gear. One hand on the wheel, Eddie let's the other trace patterns on your bare leg, the skirt you decided on riding up your thighs.

It's a short and semi-uneventful drive to the outdoor theater and Eddie happens to have the money this time. You know he sells drugs on the sideline to people and you've often smoked joints with him- as in, right now- so it never really mattered how he got the money to spoil you with.

Eddie picks a spot nearer the back and once parked, hops straight out of the van. "Want anything?" He asks as he comes to your side, the window already having been rolled down for the trip.

"Just a blue slushie if they have them." You're simple tonight and after crushing a blunt together on the way here, you were beginning to only have one thing on your mind. He grins his "okay" and you watch his ass in those tight pants as he saunters off, already on cloud nine.

"Just you wait, Munson." You murmur and begin to climb into the back of the open spaced van and settle down, waiting.

"All they had was red," Eddie says about ten minutes later, climbing into the back with you. "But it matches that pretty little mouth of yours, so I figured it'd be okay."

You grin and open the straw from its packaging, placing it into the cup and taking a generous sip, groaning around the straw. You do this just because you know he's watching and when you open your eyes, sure enough, he is.

"Yes, Eddie?" You coo and offer him a drink but he's already busy tracing his fingers up and down your leg to care about a silly slushie.

"Want you... so bad." He leans forward to whisper in your ear, nibbling on your lobe. It causes you to giggle a little bit and then, in the next moment, he's off of you and adjusting the radio.

"Didn't come here to pay for a movie to at least not hear it." He grumbles, toying with his pants as he settles in next to you. Such a stickler for what he pays for, but you get it completely.

The movie begins about five minutes later and as you put a piece of popcorn into your mouth, you catch him staring again. Anything to do with your mouth and you always notice Eddie staring. Watching your fingers move to your lips, watching you suck liquids from a straw and he's there, staring in anticipation and wonderment.

The movie was obviously a clear ploy just to get you into the back of his van and you knew it all along. There was something about making him wait and watching him dance just to get you though, so you had to continue teasing him.

Another piece slowly into your mouth and you suck the butter and salt from your fingers, "Mmmm," you groan, "so good. Sure you don't want any?"

Eddie merely shakes his head and licks his lips, watching you still and you shake your head with a laugh.

"Watching me more than the movie you picked?"

He bites his bottom lip, eyes glazed over and reaches for your hips, dragging you to sit on top of him. His jeans are already tightening from the growing erection you've caused and when you roll your hips on it he moans softly.

"Don't... please stop teasing me, baby." He whimpers under your continued rolling, the friction from the material and his hardening dick become pleasure for you now, too.

"Tell me what you want, Eddie." And you kiss his neck gently, letting your teeth drag down to his collar bone as you move the material of his shirt away to reveal it.

"Want those pretty lips around my dick." He groans and thrusts his hips up as you bite down on his skin, a hiss emitting from his lips. "Please... Now." He begs in a rasping whisper.

You slowly start moving down his torso and as Eddie sits up to remove his shirt you decide to toy with him longer, loving how much he needs you.

It starts with a bite on his nipple, feeling it harden under your teeth and you take your time to lick around it before you kiss down to his belly button. Eddie's breaths are coming in shakes now and he's cursing you under those breaths.

Your hands begin to undo his belt before you're popping off the button and zipping down his fly. Pulling the black jeans down just enough to bare his bulging cock, you grin at his excitement. He needs to be touched so bad, his hands holding onto his shirt in a desperate plea.

Slowly you take his throbbing dick out of his boxers and when your hand connects, Eddie bites the shirt and moans. He's leaking and rock hard, ready for your wet and warm mouth.

After jacking him off for about a minute, you lean over and let your cool breath ghost over his dick before he finally has had enough of your shit and takes the back of your head into his hand and pushes down.

"Fucking finally," he moans loudly and you begin to suck him off at a much quicker pace. You taste the pre-cum and find a moan coming from yourself at his salty taste. His hands play with your hair and keep it out of your face to better see you, but he still has a firm grip and uses it to push you to your limits.

"Good girl... take it all." And he presses your head all the way down until your nose touches his abdomen. He keeps you there for a moment and the eases off, letting you breathe. Your mouth comes off of his dick just for a panting moment, but your hand steadily strokes him. You can feel yourself getting so wet and sticky from hearing Eddie become a moaning puddle of a man and as you sit up, slide your panties off, you notice just how much you need him.

"Want this dick, baby?" He groans and takes over, jacking himself off as you slide your skirt up. All you can manage now is a rather pathetic "Mmhmm." And then you're straddling his hips, moving his hand away in feverish hurry.

"I want you to ride me, babygirl. Then I want you to taste all of what you bring me to."

Groaning at the though of tasting Eddie even more, you slide down slowly and easily around his dick. You both inhale deeply at the closeness and as your ass comes to rest on his leg, you can feel him bucking his hips up again to drive himself as deep as he can into your pussy.

"So warm, God you're so fucking wet." Both your hands are playing, touching, gripping the others hair as Eddie whimpers. You begin to ride him with a certain frenzy, aching around his cock and when you begin to play with your clit, causing you to moan out his name Eddie sputters a string of "fuck's". He loves watching you play with yourself no matter the situation.

"So good, baby. So damn good." His head rests on the seat behind him and as you quicken your pace it's your turn to offer a hiss as he holds your skirt up with one hand, smacking your ass with the other before he grabs it roughly. "All mine." He growls.

"Yes, Eddie," you mewl and let your head fall to your damp chest, hair sticking to your forehead, "All yours."

You take your fingers away from your swollen and throbbing clit and Eddie grins, lifting his head up to put them fully in his mouth, sucking them clean like you did with the salty butter earlier. You gasp out a moan before he releases them with a satisfied smile.

"God you taste so good, even that little bit of you."

You begin to rub your clit and as you feel your orgasm come crashing down you slam onto his dick once more and moan loudly right into Eddie's ear rocking side to side to ride out this even better high.

"Get off me," Eddie growls and as you do you immediately go back down to his dick, slick with your stickiness and start to suck him off again, waiting on his climax.

Eddie takes your head into his hands and begins to fuck your face, only going deep enough to not make you gag.

Without further warning your mouth fills with Eddie's salty cum and he's riding his orgasm into your mouth, demanding that you swallow it all, begging that you taste him.

And you do, you let this brown eyed boy fuck your face into oblivion and once he slows to a stop you suck him good and hard one last time, emitting a twitch from his body before the moonlight catches your face and you noticeably swallow his load.

"God damn.... you are perfect. Come here and let's watch the rest of the movie." He smiles lazily and without even putting your clothes back on yet, you cuddle up, wipe your mouth and feel him plant a kiss on your head.

"Thank you," he mutters into your hair and for the first time in your relationship, you hear the words.

"I love you. Don't ever forget that."

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things smut #mine #my writing #please reblog or like if you enjoy #🥺🙏🥺

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justasecretflower · 7 days

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🥀 Meeting Jeff! The killer again after dating him before he was a proxy🤍.

A/N- The long awaited sequel to my. Dating Jeff the killer before he was a proxy. Yes, I am still doing requests, except I’m writing really slow because I’m sick :(.

~fluff.

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- you met him again at a dingy old convenience store while you were out with your friends.

- he didn’t come back from murdering someone, he was just kinda hanging out and getting some junk food and that’s when he saw you, and you saw him.

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One of my friends pushed open the door with an exaggerated heave, laughing with my other three friends. After a long night of bar hopping with my friends f/n suggested that we stock up on gas station junk food then have a movie marathon at their house. Everyone agreed of course, being absolutely wasted and it being a Saturday night.

I walked into the local convenience store. The flickering lights reminded me of a worn down elementary school, the metal shelves top to bottom filled with up with sugary sweet candy to salty and spicy chips. bunch of junk food and a slushy machine was turning and making 3 flavors of slushy. Mindlessly, I walk towards the chips aisle. My shoes lightly tap on the dirty cold floor, crossing my arms to gain warmth in the cool atmosphere while my eyes roll over the options. I hear someone strolling through the aisle with me, instinctively I look over to see..Jeff?

He was looking at me, his head turned and his eyes glittered in such a peculiar way that I had to make sure I was seeing things right. His cheeks were cut, making him have a permanent smile, his black hair now shoulder length and tousled, dirty black converse, and a white hoodie stained with some slightly dried up blood stains. He looks so different, so..not him? Like after he went away he lost all sanity, fell into the depths of a black hole to never return, never find himself again. Nonetheless his eyes were still the same the same ocean blue, the ocean that I fell into and happily let myself drown in, the eyes that looked at me, one day, with a deep affection, with love and care, the eyes that would scan over mine, and without any words create poetry in my soul. My heart squeezed and started thumping hard and fast, like out of instinct to try and reach out for him. Reach out for his touch, his voice, his arms. I couldn’t even get a word out before f/n stuck their head into the chips aisle and asked if I was done in a chipper voice.

I just take a bag of hot fries, eyes still trained on Jeff, and walk away from him, sensing his eyes still burned into my back. Like he was having a hard time taking his gaze away from me out of pure subconscious instinct. I may be reading into it too much.

But it seemed like we both wanted to say something to each other.

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- Jeff would follow you to your friends house that night.

- it took him awhile to muster up the words bubbling in his throat, stalking you and just..standing in front of you all the time.

- eventually he rasped out your name in the most desperate, lost, love-filled tone that made you literally almost fall down to your knees.

- his tone was more so of desperation because of the void left in his heart after he became a killer and you had left his life. He had needed you back, to fill it.

- he tells you what he does now, killing, in a casual manner. But inside? He’s freaking out that you’ll leave him again.

- he can’t let anyone know he’s freaking out though…

- comes through your window to your room all the time?

- dates are just the park at night like when you were kids. Alone in the slide together just talking about random stuff.

- that or you’re having a movie night.

- he doesn’t give physical affection that much. But he likes receiving it.

- he’ll just wait for you to be in the right position for him to lay down his head so you can play with his hair

- calls it “stupid” (he loves it)

- bullies you /srs

- doesn’t introduce you to the other creeps not for your safety but because he’s jealous.

- randomly likes going into the forest just to aggressively push you up to a tree, grip your hair like there’s no tomorrow and kiss you hard.

- then walks away😟

- whenever you say “I love you” he says “you better”

- I don’t think he’s ever actually said “I love you” as an adult to you.

- if you do ever end up visiting the mansion in his room, he’ll push you off him if someone walks in his room.

- scarily overprotective

- he’s such a meanie too.

- he’s overprotective, unstable, and mean.

- if you’re arguing, he’ll punch a wall near you just to scare you.

- I’m sorry I romanticize him a lot you guys need this..

- when he’s gone for missions he doesn’t call or text.

- but when he gets back he’s super clingy even though he denies it.

- yes, he’s toxic. But he’s also just a really really mentally broken man that needs some love here and there.

- he’ll never give you a white picket fence dream. He’ll give you like..random 7-11 runs at 1:30 am, and chug a monster while discussing random stuff

- he doesn’t call you pet names. If he does it’s baby and that’s when he’s being super soft or sarcastic.

- definitely gave you a necklace with his blood in it…

Hope you liked it!!

Working on a bunch of drafts rn✍️

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#creepypasta x you #creepypasta fluff #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta jeff the killer #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x y/n #jeff the killer headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #i love you #justasecretflower

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chiiyuuvv · 8 months

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[DAY 1] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

— " one casually sitting on the others lap, and the other freak outs " ; childhood besties to lovers ft. riize

♡list : @lecheugo , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @starryriize

"What are you going to get?"

"Me? I'm gonna get the hotdogs."

The doors swing open as the group of teenagers walk through, some of their arms wrapped around the other as they stand at the entrance of the small restaurant. Shotaro decided to invite you with his group of friends since yours were nowhere to be found, a small smile on his lips as he pats your head to get your attention.

"Hm?" You turn around from your short conversation with eunseok, watching as the smile on shotaros lips increases. "What do you want? I'll order for you." He glances up at you as he fishes his wallet from his pocket, waiting for your response. "Oh uh.." you look at the menu that was hanged proudly on the wall. "The cheese burger.. with bacon.. an-"

"A blue raspberry slushie?" Shotaro finishes your sentence, finally finding his wallet. "How did you know?!"

"We've known each other since forever!" He exclaims, a loud chuckle leaving his lips. "Plus you always order the same thing," he adds, "so of cource i know!"

"Yeah, yeah." You roll your eyes at his playfulness, waving your hand. "I'm gonna go use the bathroom." You excuse yourself from his group of friends, finding the restrooms at the back of the restaurant.

You finally return after a couple of minutes, wiping your now wet hands against the material of your jeans. The boys werent hard to find, the loud voices being able to hear from across the restaurant, sitting in a red booth with a circle of a table in the center, along with whatever snacks they might have ordered already.

"Hey! I got your drink!" Shotaro says as soon as your eyes meet, waving the frozen good in the air. "Thanks," you smile, ringing out your hands one final time for any extra wetness. "Scoot over," you push his shoulder.

"Oh right," he says, turning around to find that there wasnt any space. "I'll go get a chair-"

"No, its fine." You say, waving off the boys words. "I have a solution."

"Whats that?" The boy looks up at you with full curiously, his brain malfunctioning when you open his arms, sitting yourself comfortably on his lap. "You got something there," you turn around to wipe some crumbs off of the side of his mouth, completely unaware at how red the boy had gotten.

Turning back around to face the other boys, you didnt think much of it, stealing one of shotaros chips as you pop it in your mouth, your back resting against his chest. "What?" You say to the others, watching as anton stiffles a laugh, sungchan shooting you a teasing look.

"What are you.. dating?" He breaks the silence, the boys bursting out of laughter. "Hes so red!!" Sohee points out, wiping some of the tears that was forming around his eye.

"A-am not!" Shotaro tries to defend himself. "Hes even stuttering!!" Wonbin joins in.

"Ya, ya.." seunghan waves his hands, silencing the others who were laughing.

"Thank you seungha-"

"Leave the loverboy alone, let him be whipped in peace." The table erupts into laughter again, shotaros hand smacking seunghan shoulder as his blush increases. "Its not like that!" The boy sighs loudly, shooting you a look.

"What is it, loverboy?" You tease, a smile on your lips. He sighs again, "i hate you. I hate all of you."

#yuvie events!#yuvie valentine's!#riize #riize fanficton #riize fanfic #riize fics #riize fluff #riize fanfiction #riize drabbles #riize imagines #riize shotato x reader #shotaro riize #riize scenarios #riize shotaro #riize soft hours #osaki shotaro #shotaro

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mellowmadds · 1 year

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Taste Testing | Ethan Landry

Ethan Landry/Reader

Summary: slushies and sleepovers don’t mix

Warnings: slight cussing

Word Count: 707

pure fluff (no description of reader so everybody can enjoy!)

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Sleepovers at the Carpenter house seemed to turn into a weekly thing. However, getting to spend any alone time with your boyfriend felt more like a challenge due to the core four always sticking together. Instead of getting to the Carpenter’s apartment on time Ethan took it upon himself to plan a small date before the scheduled weekly sleepover.

“Red is cherry flavored and blue is raspberry” Ethan read out loud while he stared too intently at the menu above the ice cream counter.

“Are we sure we want slushies instead of ice cream?” you asked while focusing on all of the delicious looking homemade ice cream. Ethan laughed while thinking back to the conversation you guys had earlier that same day.

“You were literally googling to see if any places nearby sold slushies while we were walking back from econ.” he stated before ordering two slushies one red and one blue. You thanked the lady behind the counter while putting some cash into the tip jar while Ethan paid over at the register. You guys walked out of the small ice cream parlor and down the street to the local park where you finished up the slushies and talked about your upcoming assignments in econ.

“Where the hell were you guys we’ve been waiting to start the movie” Tara exclaimed while throwing her hands up in the air pretending to be mad despite the huge smile on her face. As you and Ethan sat in your usual spot on the couch Mindy couldn’t help but notice the slight change in color on both of your lips.

“Why the fuck are your lips purple y/n?” Mindy laughed as she took a sip of her drink.

“Purple? What do you mean?” You asked confused before taking out your phone and opening the camera app.

“Jeez so are yours” Anika said pointing over towards Ethan.

“Pur- wait me too?” Ethan asked before leaning over looking into your small phone camera.

“What kind of weird ass food did you two eat?” Chad laughed while walking into the living room with a bowl of popcorn.

“Nothing weird just slushies” You said, handing your phone over to Ethan who was trying to scrub the purple color off his lips.

“Purple slushies? I didn’t know they made grape flavored slushies” Sam entered the conversation clearly intrigued by what was being said in the other room before placing two boxes of pizza on the coffee table.

“I had the blue one though which was raspberry flavor” You said clearly confused.

“And I had the red one” Ethan chimed back into the conversation before placing your phone back in your backpack.

“What? That doesn’t make any sense” Anika said while grabbing a slice of pizza.

“Oh my god” Mindy said while trying to hold in her laughter.

“Y/n what did you and Ethan do today?” Sam asked, smirking while looking between the both of you.

“We went to the park and then we came here” You said, still clearly confused as to why the core four were so invested in this conversation.

“And what did you do at the park?” Tara spoke once again smiling as she thought to herself just how clueless you two could be.

“We drank our slushies?” Ethan stated but it came out sounding more like a question.

“And then?” Sam asked, laughing before finally sitting down and grabbing herself a slice of pizza. As you come to realize why your lips are actually purple you turned to Ethan giving him an embarrassing look.

“Do you think that’s why our lips are purple?” He whispered before turning to look back at the group.

“Okay now show us what color your tongues are” Chad laughed while throwing popcorn at the two of you.

“Shut up” You said before jokingly sticking your tongue out at Chad. While everyone laughed Tara threw her arms in the air once again before yelling at everyone to be quiet so that she could finally start playing the movie. The rest of the night was filled with laughter and this specific night would later turn into a core memory for the two of you to always look back on and get a good laugh out of.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Hi love your work! Could you write gavi x reader? Where gavi and reader both like each other but try to keep it a secret and gavi has a blue slushy and reader has a red and they both like make out and gavi goes back to his teammates and they tease him about it? Sorry for being Pacific 😂

Secret's Out -P.G6

Summary: Everyone finds out you and Gavi are together.

You giggled against Gavi's lips as they collided once more with yours "You gotta stop" You said in between kisses, feeling his hands roam around your body and bring you into him.

"No puedo. Estás muy hermosa" (Can't. You're beautiful) He said inbetween kisses

"The guys will start asking for us" You separated from him and smiled

"Let them" He shook his head before kissing you once more, you kissed him back for a few seconds before getting enough strength and separate from him completely. "Jus' want to kiss you"

"Pablo" You giggled grabbing his face and stopping his kissing attack.

You and Pablo admitted your feelings for each other about a month ago and ever since then you have been together but no one from his team knows that. You met him thanks to Ansu five months back and you got along with him so good that you got extremely close to each other and eventually started liking each other.

And now, you were here.

You turned around in his hold watching yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and clothes when he decided to attack your neck "No, stop it now" He sighed and got his head back.

"Es que quiero tanto estar contigo" (I want to be with you so bad). He whispered against your ear kissing your cheek repeatedly as you smiled.

"Y yo también, believe me. Pero, no podemos por ahora" (So do I. But, we can't do that for now) Gavi sighed hugging you closer to him before letting you go.

"Go before I change my mind" He said smiling softly as you got out of the bathroom.

You went downstairs where the guys were chatting about something. You guys were at Ansu's place since it was one of their vacation days before preseason starts and since Barcelona was awfully hot lately, you decided to have a pool day with a lot of drinks to refresh ourselves.

You ran onto Raphinha at the living room as you screamed scared before you two laughed out loud from the stupidity of the scene and from how easily you tend to get scared.

After a few minutes more of laughter, you excused yourself and went to the kitchen grabbing another red slushy before coming outside when you saw Pablo was already there chatting with Araujo and Balde, as you went to Ansu.

"Where were you?"

"Bathroom, then Raphinha scared me and then I went to the kitchen and grabbed another of these" You showed him the slushy while Ansu was really quiet and with a confused facial expression "What's up?"

"Why's your mouth purple?"

"Sorry?"

"Your mouth's purple"

"You kidding"

"Y/N, I'm serious"

"That can't be because I didn't put any lipstick on and I have only eaten..." Your words died in your mouth when you saw Pablo with his purple lips too.

That little...

He was eating a blue slushy whilst you had a red one, you gasped lightly covering your mouth surprised. Ansu quickly turned himself around and looked at the same place you were looking in to.

"Pablo? Really?"

"What's up with him?" Your quick answer made Ansu laugh histerically

"Oh, I'm loving this"

"You're not loving anything" You replied seriously as Ansu laughed and turned around

"Pablo!" Ansu yelled and Pablo turned as Ansu laughed harder making Pablo grow confused

"What's up?" He said coming up to you both, Ansu was red from laughing.

"I'm glad you two are together but try not to make it seem too obvious"

"What are you on about?" Pablo acted confused whilst you were blushing hard

"Red plus blue equals purple" He laughed once more pointing his own lips, you felt Pablo's gaze on you

"¿Qué es lo gracioso?" (what's funny?) Pedri asked coming to you

"You can ask that to the little couple here" Ansu smiled as Pedri looked at you two and then smiled

"Purple?" He smiled as you groaned "It finally happened!" Pedri yelled happily "Those who bet 'till August, come over here and gimme all of your money!"

"Couldn't you wait a few months more?" Balde and Ferran groaned looking for their wallets

"You were betting on us?" Pablo asked surprised, his hand, though, was on your waist.

"It was inevitable. We all saw the eyes you gave to each other" Torre said pushing a bill onto Pedri's hand.

"Wait, who took the first step?" Ferran asked hopeful

"I did" Pablo said confused

"¡VAMOS!" Pedri yelled in victory as the guys took their wallets out once again

"Good news is we don't have to hide anymore" You rolled your eyes and smiled leaning into him, glad all of your friends liked you two together.

"I would have also bet on us, y'know?"

"Ay joder, Y/N"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

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vink-spade15 · 5 months

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Some P4 + Clayton and Cheslock incorrect quotes

I'm sorry if they a bit OOC tho-

Edgar: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Edgar and Lawrence, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Herman: Our turn, Violet! One, two, three- vanilla!

Violet, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Edgar: Why are your tongues purple?

Herman: We had slushies.I had a blue one.

Violet: I had a red one.

Edgar: oh

Edgar:

Edgar: OH

Lawrence:

Lawrence: You drank each other's slushies?

Cop: You're receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Lawrence: Shit.

Edgar: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Violet: OH FUCK HERMAN FELL OFF-

Lawrence: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

Edgar: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Lawrence: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.

Edgar: But I heard a siren.

Violet: That was Herman.

Herman: Sorry, I got nervous.

Lawrence: You know those things will kill you, right?

Edgar, pouring another glass of whiskey: That's the point.

Violet, smoking a cigarette: We're trying to speed up the process.

Herman: * Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

Lawrence: What do you want then?

Violet: Er… something work related.

Lawrence: What department is this?

Violet: Sorry?

Lawrence: Well, if it's work related you'd obviously know what department this is.What department is this?

Lawrence: * looks at Herman and Edgar* Some sort of homosexual department?

Lawrence: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Violet: Put spaghetti in it.

Lawrence: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.

Herman: Put spaghetti in it.

Lawrence: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.

Edgar: Put spaghetti in it.

Lawrence: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Lawrence: Violet, we're hungry!

Herman: Violet! What's for dinner?

Edgar: We're hungry, Violet!

Violet, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: * screams *

*Lawrence's helping Edgar out after he get injured, while the others are watching*

Violet: How does Edgar look?

Herman: A little better than you, actually.

Violet : you little shit-

Lawrence: You guys worried about Edgar?

Violet: Totally!

Herman: Yeah, he called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?"

Lawrence: And what'd you say?

Herman: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno."

Violet:

Lawrence: he lucky to have you as a friend unfortunately

Lawrence: Isn't it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Edgar: Plane tickets?

Violet: Concert tickets?

Herman: Prostitution?

Lawrence, holding their broken frames: Glasses. And second HERMAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FU-

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Lawrence: So.Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Edgar: ...I did.I broke it.

Lawrence: No.No you didn't. Herman?

Herman: Don't look at me. Look at Violet.

Violet: What?!I didn't break it.

Herman: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Violet: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Herman: Suspicious.

Violet: No, it's not!

Clayton: If it matters, probably not, but Cheslock was the last one to use it.

Cheslock: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Clayton: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Cheslock: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles.Everyone knows that, Clayton!

Edgar: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Lawrence.

Lawrence: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Clayton: Lawrence...Herman's been awfully quiet.

Herman: REALLY?!

* Everyone starts arguing*

Lawrence, being interviewed: I broke it.I burned my hand so I punched it.

Lawrence: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Lawrence:

Lawrence: Good.It was getting a little chummy around here.

Herman: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Lawrence: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Clayton: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned.

Cheslock: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Violet: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Edgar: I have emotional scars.

*Squad reactions to being told "I love you"*

Lawrence: oh no

Edgar: thanks fam!

Herman: * cries * I love you too

Violet: Sounds fake but okay

Clayton: * A flustered mess*

Cheslock: can i get a refund?

Lawrence, rubbing his temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.

Clayton: But Lawrence, we don't smoke.

Lawrence: Cut the crap, Clayton. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.

Lawrence: *points at Cheslock* One! *points at Edgar* Two! *points at Herman* Three! *points at Violet* Four! *points at Clayton* Five!

Lawrence: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!

Violet: *puts a cigarrette in Lawrence's hand*

Lawrence: Thank you. ...Light?

The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*

Lawrence: Edgar... How do I begin to explain Edgar?

Herman: Edgar is flawless.

Violet: I hear his hair's insured for $10,000.

Clayton: I hear he do car commercials... in Japan.

Cheslock: One time they punched me in the face...it was awesome.

Lawrence, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Edgar: Hey.

Herman: Hi.

Violet: Hello.

Clayton: Hey!

Lawrence: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Cheslock: We were out of Doritos. And it is an emergency that we out of Doritos.

#black butler #prefect 4 #black butler public school arc #herman greenhill #violet gregory #lawrence bluewer #edgar redmond #incorrect quotes #black butler incorrect quotes #cheslock #black butler clayton

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iliveinyourceiling65 · 5 months

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HoO incorrect quotes

part two :)

Piper: What time is it? Leo: I don't know; pass me that saxophone and we'll find out Leo: * Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune* Coach Hedge: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING Leo: It's 2 am

Jason: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Leo: It's not a joke. Leo: * sniffles * Leo: I'm a legit snack.

Reyna: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person. Reyna: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!

Nico: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why

Piper: Why are your tongues purple? Percy: We had slushies.I had a blue one. Annabeth: I had a red one. Piper: oh Piper: Piper: OH Hazel: Hazel: You drank each other's slushies?

Annabeth, to the rest of the seven: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you're doing it all wrong.

Leo: They don't make them like me any more. I'm the last of my kind. Frank: Thank god.

Leo: So are you two dating now? Hazel & Frank: Yes. Leo: Why? Frank: I happen to find Hazel very appealing. Leo: Yeah, I can understand that.I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Hazel.

Percy: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Piper: 'Prettiest Smile' Frank: 'Nicest Personality' Leo: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Annabeth: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #piper mclean #jason grace #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #hoo #pjo #hoo incorrect quotes

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neon-zipperooni · 7 months

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we ball, assorted headcanons

when amber sugar cookie sees a flower to collect pollen and nectar from, his bee instincts kick in and he goes "bzzzzzz" and starts flying over there and nobody can stop him until he attains the nectar

for people matcha cookie cares for, she'll sometimes randomly appear at 3AM with gifts for them

pure vanilla cookie is trying to keep up with the youth's slang, much to the misfortune of anyone around him (bonus points if you hc pure vanilla and dark cacao as married like i do so dark cacao just dies a little on the inside every time his husband says the word "swag"), PV is also good friends with millennial tree cookie and the slang is starting to rub off on him too. oh no.

sea fairy cookie and moonlight cookie are the mothers of the five mermaid sisters as well as abyss monarch cookie, thus making stardust cookie an uncle

dino-sour cookie is trans (FtM) and when he came out sour belt IMMEDIATELY got to work sewing some masculine clothes for him

also pond dino cookie is dino-sour's adoptive child and i will die on this hill

shadow milk cookie hates jukebox musicals, but otherwise the man LOVES musicals and can and will break into a musical number while terrorizing people, despite being a twisted freaking cycle path whatever sane part of him is left wants to catch up on all the plays and musicals he missed while sealed away

if you throw down bird seed any of the birdlike or bird adjacent cookies (wind archer, blue slushy, red panna cotta, sugar swan, crowberry, stardust, golden cheese, smoked cheese, etc.) would feel the urge to fly/walk over and. peck peck the bird seed

dark choco cookie is touched starved and surprisingly easily flustered

milk cookie is very physically affectionate and gives really good hugs and is even MORE easily flustered (darkmilk is my roman empire)

twizzly gummy cookie took her band of misfits to the barbenheimer premiere

the beast cookies experience massive culture shock when they see the modern cookie world, it's like showing an iphone to your grandparents

okay mermaid's tale spoilers in this one kinda so look away if you haven't seen it yet and this one is more of a rejection of canon than a headcanon but the mermaid sisters, especially crimson coral, were NOT all like "well at least she got the strength she wanted to protect the seas now she'll be okay" they were utterly devastated at what white pearl cookie had become barely resembling the kind mermaid she once was, crimson coral sometimes contemplates swimming over there to see her again but she has to keep the other tearcrown residents safe (they didn't seem nearly as fazed as they should've been imo)

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creepswrites · 17 days

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TO KILL A CASEY BECKER | Stu x Reader

i reread Mixing Slushies and rly liked how i wrote stu and reader?? so i'm writing in that universe again but this Should be readable as a standalone… though reading it would def help explain certain events they talk about :)

STU MACHER x AMAB!READER (he/they)

SUMMARY: Leaning back, you gave him a look. “You can tell me anything, you know that right? I mean, whatever it is can’t be that bad, yeah?" You laced your fingers together with a soft smile. "What, did you, like, kill somebody?” You snorted and raised a curious eyebrow.

You felt the way he tensed and you felt your stomach drop.

WARNING: drugs, suggestive content

You blew smoke out, watching it swirl up and disappear into the blue night sky. The sun had barely begun to touch the horizon and the air was crisp from fall. Everything felt hazy and relaxed, the town of Woodsboro dimmed and tired. You loved it like this - dark enough the sun didn't hurt your eyes yet just bright enough that you could navigate outside without a flashlight. Streetlights had just come on and you smiled at the sight.

He was late.

But leave it to you and Stu to do things backwards. You'd already had sex in the back of his car a few days ago and now the two of you were "taking things slow" in your own way. Tonight, Stu was taking you to see a new horror flick that had just come out and then out for dinner afterwards.

"It'll be like a date." Stu had smiled, tucked into your side as you walked down the school halls. You were skipping P.E together to smoke weed in the bathrooms - a habit you’d gotten from Hollywood and one Stu had gotten from you.

You'd rolled your eyes and pretended to think it over. "I suppose I have time in my very busy schedule for my kind-of-boyfriend."

Because you two weren't officially "dating" yet. Not until you'd been on a date, Stu had insisted.

So here you were: leaning out your bedroom window waiting for your Prince Charming to pull up in his shitty car and take you to see yet another Hellraiser film. You didn't really care about the movie but you were interested in making out with Stu in the back of the theatre.

At least your dad was out for the evening, meaning you didn't have to climb out the window. You didn't really care what he thought, if he even spared you a thought these days. It wouldn't surprise you if he wasn't even aware you were still friends with Stu. Much less dating him.

The sight of a familiar red car pulling into your driveway made you light up brighter than the headlights. You snuffed your cigarette out on the windowsill and hurried down the stairs. You were dressed comfortably for the early evening, a loose white tank top and jeans that were comfortable enough to lounge around in when you inevitably wound up back at his house. Plus, you knew Stu would let you steal whatever coat he was wearing if you decided to complain about the cold.

You swung the door open and there he was. Pretty and dressed in flannel overtop his shirt that always made him look cozy. "Hey beautiful," Stu said, leaning in the doorway and towering over you.

"You're late." You teased him, pulling him down by the front of his shirt to kiss him sweetly.

"Wouldja forgive me if I told you I got you this?" He held up a slushie cup he’d had hidden behind his back, shaking it and smiling when your eyes lit up. "I'll take that as a yes."

You swiped the cup and took a grateful sip. "You're immediately forgiven of any wrongdoings." He slipped his hand into yours and led you to his car. It felt stupidly romantic, so you let him. "So, what's the to-do list tonight?"

Stu opened the car door for you and it stunned you how normal that was. Even before you two were "dating," Stu would just do these sorts of things for you. Bring you treats, hold open doors for you, let you steal his clothes... Dating hadn't changed anything, which you were honestly relieved about.

You'd seen Billy and Sidney cooing over each other at lunch. If you and Stu had to do that, you'd probably puke. It was just too... sappy. You two weren't sappy.

"Sooo first is Hellraiser: Bloodline. The fourth, if you can believe it." Stu said as he pulled out of your driveway.

"Surely it can't be good." You hummed around your straw.

Stu shrugged. "At least it's got Doug Bradley in it." You moaned dramatically and fanned yourself, making him laugh. "Knew you'd be into that, you freak!"

"What can I say, Pinhead is handsome! Sue me." You waved him off, smiling.

Banter between you two hadn't changed. Nothing had changed.

The theatre was relatively empty this time of night, meaning it was pretty easy for you to sneak the rest of your drink in as well as hide out in the back of the theatre. Horror movies were an acquired taste so you didn't have to worry about other couples interrupting.

Halfway through the film, Stu leaned into your ear. "This fucking sucks." He whispered stoically.

You had to cover your mouth to keep yourself from bursting out into giggled. "Yeah, this is so bad."

He looked you up and down slowly. The theatre screen was the only source of light, casting dark shadows on his profile that made you shudder to see. It reminded you of that mask he'd kept in his car, for some reason. Maybe it was because Stu was normally sweet and bubbly with you so seeing him take a darker twist was...

Intoxicating? Terrifying? Both?

"Wanna make out?" He whispered, an impish little smile on his face.

"Fuck yeah." You sighed before climbing into his lap, straddling him comfortably. "Been waitin' for you to ask."

You mirrored his smile and kissed him. Kissing him was so overwhelming in wonderful ways. He was handsy too, grabbing your waist and sliding his hands up under your shirt. You had to bat his hands away when he slid them around your front, tickling your stomach a bit.

Your hands rested comfortably on his shoulders, squeezing them from time to time when he slid his tongue into your mouth. You tasted like cherry and blue raspberry and Stu could die happy. He had you, beautiful and alive, in his lap again. In his life again.

By the time the movie was over, you two were ruffled and giggling, hair and clothes messed up and avoiding eye contact with any of the staff.

When you two were outside, the night wind brushing your clothes and chill against your blushing faces, Stu reached over and grabbed your hand. "C'mere," he said before gesturing to the empty parking lot. The movie theatre shared a parking lot with a supermarket, meaning this time of night gave you two a sea of concrete and streetlights to explore. It felt empty and abandoned and you loved it.

You made up a game of trying to touch as many streetlights as you could, fingers alternating between brushing cold metal and the soft shirt Stu wore as you grabbed at him in futile attempts to slow him down.

Like you'd predicted, he'd given you the flannel overshirt he'd worn. You didn't even have to say anything. He just knew.

Your joint laughter echoed in the empty, dark space. It felt like you were suspended outside time. When Stu finally caught you around the waist under a streetlight, it was like the world narrowed down to your ring of light. Both your cheeks were flushed from running and you kissed him without a care for chapped lips and dry tongues.

You loved him.

This knowledge wasn't new to you but it still rocked your very being. You pulled back and just. Stared at him. The light overhead made it look like he had a halo and you kissed him again, the light burning a ring behind your eyes.

You loved him.

Stu pulled back this time and sighed. "Y'know, I think I get what JD was on about." When you gave him a questioning look, he just grinned. "About Veronica. Y'know, Heathers? How he was gonna blow up the school for her?"

You paused. "I don't think that's what that movie was about."

"Our love is God, baby," he said, stepping back to kiss your hand. "I'd blow up the school if you asked me to."

You felt your cheeks warm at the sentiment, surprising even you. You tried to hide your smile but he definitely noticed. "Didn't they drink slushies in Heathers, or am I crazy?"

Stu laced your fingers together as he led the way back towards the car. "I sure hope you're crazy, baby, or I'm gonna have my work cut out for me."

"You plan on drivin' me crazy, Macher?" You snorted, swinging your joined hands.

"I hope so," he said, eyes wide and impossibly soft, "Can't imagine us bein' any other way."

“I never said we’d go somewhere fancy.” Stu defended as he perched awkwardly atop the picnic table outside the Burger King.

You punched his shoulder playfully and joined him, stealing a fry from him as you settled. “And I never said I expected that from you.” You rolled your eyes as you chewed. “‘sides, pretty sure the ‘fanciest’ place in Woodsboro is, like, Olive Garden.”

Stu snorted as he bit into his burger. “Sorry there Hollywood, we can’t all be as nice as it is there.”

“Oh don’t even. It’s a dirty, trashy city and I hated it there.” You huffed in frustration. Leaving your mom behind in Hollywood hadn’t been too difficult on you, which her lawyer had been confused by. Emotional attachments like that weren’t something you wanted, much less sought out.

Except Stu. You liked him and basically nobody else. Other people were just filler in your world - things that existed to take up space and serve functions. You’d lost your attachment to your parents not long after you’d turned ten after realizing they would rather have petty fights with each other rather than actually take care of you.

You’d always been alone.

You leant against Stu’s shoulder, staring off into space as you fidgeted with the straw of your soda. Stu was just rambling to you, which was pretty normal. He didn’t really mind if you listened or not, he just needed someone to talk at sometimes.

He was like a firecracker to you - loud and snapping and out of control if left unattended. You usually protest whenever Stu calls himself crazy, depending on how much of an asshole he was being.

“What’s up?” Stu finally asked through a mouthful of food.

You lifted your head to study him, your eyes half lidded as you considered your words. “Sometimes I feel like you and I are the only real people.”

While any normal person would be shocked, maybe even alarmed, Stu was neither of those things. “Hm. Billy says that to me sometimes. ‘bout people not bein’ real, that is.”

You couldn't help but frown. “Billy Loomis?”

“Mmhm!” Stu swallowed and gave you a smile. “I think you two would get along! Lots in common, y’know?”

Billy Loomis was pretty much Mr. Perfect at school. Good grades, attractive, fairly athletic, the works. You’d never been particularly attracted to him, mostly because you’d never run in the same circles. He was friends with Stu, sure, but you mostly ran with the other skater kids or potheads.

Besides, you were still a little bitter with him for stealing your best friend away up until you had to leave.

“I didn’t think he was, uh…” You trailed off, not wanting to admit you had pegged Billy as the town’s cocky heartbreaker.

“Deep?” Stu finished for you with a little nudge. “Yeah, he’s full’a surprises. But don’t tell anyone I toldja that.” His sudden seriousness took you by surprise, so you listened. “He’s got this, like, person suit he wears.”

Person suit? “Like, uh, he’s pretending to be a person?”

Stu’s grin turned wild and sent a chill down your spine. “Bingo.”

Something about that unsettled you. You weren’t an idiot, you could tell Stu was basically confessing that Billy Loomis had mental issues no one else could see. But that meant there had been a reason he’d told Stu at all.

And a reason Stu was telling you.

You began to run possible reasons through your head. Sure, Stu had a weird manic-depressive streak from time to time but you knew that. So likely Billy did too. But why did that matter? Why had that come up in conversation?

“You’re thinkin’ awfully hard there,” Stu’s voice snapped you out of your trance and it struck you how dangerous he sounded.

Lying came easy to you. But you and Stu had always had this uncanny ability to see through each other’s bullshit even if others didn’t. So there wasn’t any point in even trying.

You’d only look suspicious.

“Why’d Billy tell you that?” Your voice sounded far away to your own ears and you watched Stu carefully.

He didn’t flinch nor did he show any sign of… anything at all. It unsettled you. A large part of you now wished you had fought harder to stay.

What had happened to Stu while you were gone?

You ate another fry and tried to ignore how he openly stared at you. Questioning him would only make you look suspicious. Suspicious of what, you weren’t sure. But something inside you screamed that something was very, very wrong.

“‘Cuz he and I are alike. People are fake. Playthings.” Stu’s voice was like ice in your ear as he leaned in closer, as though telling you a secret. You felt frozen in place by his words and the crazed look in his eyes.

“Stu,” you said carefully, “What did you do?”

Something an awful lot like fear flashed in his eyes. “Nothing, promise.”

A lie. You saw it instantly and he knew. “Try again.” You shot back just as cold.

He looked around the empty Burger King outside seating space as though worried someone might eavesdrop. The only company you two had was the chill night breeze and empty wrappers that never made it to the very nearby trash cans. “I-“ He swallowed, suddenly looking back down to earth. “You’re not in on it. I can’t tell you.”

That hurt, surprisingly. Suddenly it was like you were a sophomore again and you had to watch your best friend hang all over Billy Loomis without a second glance back.

“Take me home.” You crumpled up your empty wrapper and tossed it to the cold cement to join the other wrappers blown by the breeze. Tears stung your eyes and you just wanted to go home to let them out. Stu didn’t deserve the satisfaction of seeing how he got to you.

Instead, he looked confused. “What’s wrong?”

You let out a quiet laugh and it was like a dam broke inside you. Hot tears rolled heavy down your cheeks as you laughed hysterically. “This is just like sophomore year, that’s what’s wrong!” You pulled away from him and got up to glare daggers at him. “Once again, I’m shut out because of Billy fucking Loomis! I’m not ‘in on’ your little secret but here you are dangling it in front of me like I should just get it!” Your laughs became more like sobs and you didn’t care anymore. All the pent up loneliness and frustration spilled out into the empty air as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“I want to go home. Because I’m not playing second place to Billy again. If you like him so much, go date HIM instead!” You choked through your sob and spun on your heel to march back towards the car, wiping your tears as best you could. Anger only burnt you more when you remembered the flannel shirt you wore was Stu’s.

You slumped against the passenger side door and sniffed, staring out at the last pink lights on the horizon, trying to drown in the indigo blues and float away.

You’d rather be anywhere but here. On a date with a guy who tried and succeeded to make you jealous.

When Stu stood in front of you, you just glared bitterly at his crossed arms. “How long have we known each other?” He sounded almost annoyed, which only succeeded in pissing you off more.

“Too long,” you spat back.

“Then you know it’s always been you and me, yeah? I’m not-“ He drummed his fingers nervously and you had half the mind to throw the stupid flannel back at him. “It’s not that I’m not telling you because I’m not supposed to. There’s plenty’a shit I shouldn’t tell ya but still do. Because I love you and don’t want to keep secrets from you-”

Your eyes snapped up to meet his and you felt your breath catch in your throat. He loved you?

“-But it’s because I have to. To keep you safe. And you’re really better off not knowing.” Stu finished. He moved as though going to hug you but froze, waiting for your reaction.

You stepped into his arms and hugged him back. He loved you and that was at least enough for you to shut up for a second and take it in. “I love you too.” You said, voice muffled from where you’d buried into his chest.

“I know,” Stu snorted, laughing when you smacked at him playfully.

Leaning back, you gave him a look. “You can tell me anything, you know that right? I mean, whatever it is can’t be that bad, yeah?" You laced your fingers together with a soft smile. "What, did you, like, kill somebody?” You snorted and raised a curious eyebrow.

You felt the way he tensed and you felt your stomach drop. Everything clicked into place. Why he had a hunting knife and a mask in his car. Maureen Prescott’s death the previous year. Billy’s “person suit” and their secrecy…

“You killed her, didn’t you?” You stared at him with a horrified expression.

Stu swallowed and shook his head. "No, 'course not, jeez babe..."

Lie. You pulled out of his arms and your back hit the car window. "Is this- Jesus, Stu, is THIS why you hung around Billy so much? You were planning a murder?!"

"No!" Truth, you let your shoulders relax. "I mean, we got there eventually but it didn't start like that. Promise." Stu hung his head, like he was guilty. He was. But he looked like a kicked puppy about it. "We met 'cuz we liked horror movies so much. At first, I just, like, wanted to make sure he was chill before introducing you two. But he, uh, started showing me who he really was and I just... I didn't wanna drag you into that."

You didn't move from your spot as you tried to process everything. "So, what, you two decided to make your own horrible snuff film?"

He winced at your words but didn't deny it. "It was just gonna be her, honest. But we've, uh..."

"Stu..." You felt yourself tremble and you wanted to get away, far away, maybe as far as Hollywood just to get out from under Stu Macher's gaze. "What do you mean 'just her'?"

You could tell by the way he froze that he'd slipped up.

He grabbed your arms before you could bolt and you screamed. Stu immediately began shushing you and trying to reassure you. "It's okay, babe, sweetheart, I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise."

Truth. But you didn't feel any better.

You watched him flounder for words before just sighing. "If- If you really wanna know, I can take you to see Billy and we can... talk. If you want me to take you home and never talk again, that's- that's also fine."

His face said otherwise, which got to you a little. There was a certain satisfaction in seeing for yourself how much Stu needed you.

So you played into that desperation. You stepped towards him and ran your hands up his chest slowly, smirking when you felt his breath hitch. "I am so. Unbelievably. Pissed at you." Your words oozed with malice and you could see him shudder. "You kept this from me, pretended everything was normal, had sex with me in the mask you'd used to kill a woman..."

He whimpered when you dug your nails into the soft flesh of his bare arms. "Babe-?"

"I am so. Angry." Your words were barely a whisper now, drowned out as you kissed him. It wasn't a kind or gentle kiss either. You're pretty sure you bit his lip rather harshly and he just relished in it, the freak.

You loved him. God fucking damnit, you were in love with a murderer.

When you shoved him back, he looked at you like you'd hung all the stars in the sky. Like he'd kill anyone for you - and he very well may. "You're so pretty," he said breathlessly. God he was swooning over you with a bloody lip you'd given him and scratches down his arms from your nails that threatened to pierce skin. He was a freak and that set something alight in you. "I know you're a guy 'n all but... God you're stunning." His babbling was sweet and it had you kissing him again chastely before pulling back as quick as you came.

"Shut the fuck up." You huffed, grabbing his arm and hauling him towards his car. "You're taking us to Loomis's place. We need to talk shit over."

Billy had been sleeping when Stu started tossing pebbles up at his window.

Normally, Stu showing up was a good thing. It meant horror movie marathon at his house or, even better, planning their homemade slasher film.

But waking him up for either of those things was always a very bad idea for Stu.

By the sixth pebble, he was up and rolling out of bed to pull sweatpants on. At the eighth pebble, he swung his bedroom window open to glare daggers at his friend. You being there, leaning against his car with all the forced casualty in the world, did not abate his anger. "What. The fuck. Are you doing?!" He hissed down at Stu, careful to mind his tone to avoid waking his dad.

Stu gave him a sheepish grin and revealed the mask he'd had hidden behind his back. Billy was suddenly wide awake and staring at you.

"Uh, can we go back to my place?" Stu asked, aware of the building tension as you two glared each other down. "They, uh, wanna talk with ya, Billy."

You crossed your arms over your chest and waited. When Billy retreated back into his room, it reminded you of a predator retreating back to it's den. Now knowing what you knew about Billy Loomis, it wasn't unfitting.

After a few minutes, Billy met the two of you outside. He'd pulled warmer clothes on and, while he still looked pissed at Stu for dragging him outside, he climbed into the backseat of the car without much hassle. Which you were relieved about.

The drive to Stu's house was tense and dangerous. You kept yourself practically tucked against the door in hopes that if Billy lunged at you, you'd at least get a second to throw the door open. But he did no such thing.

Stu pulled up in the driveway and you all piled out. The house was dark and you hoped that meant everyone was still asleep. The three of you wordlessly climbed up the stairs to the attic that Stu had renovated to be his bedroom a couple years ago. It was spacious and very obviously Stu. Stickers littered about the room in various spots, the large queen sized bed was unmade, and the room itself was in a state of unorganized chaos.

You made a mental note to help him clean later. It wouldn't be the first time, you knew how his brain got sometimes. Things just didn't seem as important when he was having his episodes - manic or depressive - and you'd often lend a hand during the aftermath.

For now, you all managed to get to the bed and sit without tripping over too many stray shirts and soda cans. "I gave you one rule: don't. Tell. Anyone." Billy started, rubbing his eyes in equal parts exhaustion and frustration. "And you went ahead and told him anyways."

"I asked." You were quick to defend Stu as you and Billy went back to glaring at each other. "Stu didn't want to tell me, I just see him too well."

Billy snorted and you wanted to kick him.

"Point is, he know now." Stu sighed, chewing anxiously on a fingernail. "Whaddya think, Billy? Should we just... tell him what's goin' on?"

"What, and have him spoil it more?" The other boy scoffed and rolled his eyes at you.

You snorted. "Oh, sorry Princess, I didn't know I was spoiling your fun." Taunting Billy was probably not a good move but you were tired and annoyed and just wanted to know what your boyfriend was doing when you weren't around.

Billy's eye twitched and Stu cut in again. "He knows 'bout Maureen. But, uh, that's it." He paused before sighing. "And he knows we plan to do it again."

"I ain't tellin' you shit." Billy hissed at you like a feral animal. "

It was pure vindictiveness talking when you sat up straight. “Well, you have to. Because I want in.”

Billy only looked more angry and both of you pretended not to see how excited Stu looked at the prospect. “Fuck no. You don’t have the guts.”

So you paused. Did you have the guts to kill like these two clearly did? Could you, if it were the right person? Stu and Billy had begun to argue but you couldn’t focus on that. You wracked your brain to remember what Stu told you about Billy. He’d given you all the pieces for a reason. He wanted you to join him and Billy in this.

You didn’t know why. But if Stu was trying, that made you inclined to roll with it. Maybe it’d make sense later.

“I want to join in because I want to help make your horror movie.” You watched Billy carefully, your faces illuminated only by the single lamp Stu had clicked on when you’d all settled. Shadows danced around the room like they were excited by the morbid conversation.

That confused Billy. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you tried to seem casual and unbothered, “Stu told me you like horror films. That’s what this is, right? Your own slasher film.”

Billy glanced at Stu, almost bewildered. “This is our sequel. Introducing new, unplanned characters would be a hassle.”

The grin that soread across your face was nothing short of menacing. “The audience would love me though. A fan favorite, if you will.”

“How so?” Billy said, slumping forward on his hands to stare at you better.

It felt like the two of you had developed some weird synergy in that moment. The maniacal smiles you shared felt charged, though with what you weren’t exactly sure. “I have a good motive,” you said, drumming your fingers nervously on the bedspread as you hoped you were saying all the right words. “My mom’s a drug addict washed out in Hollywood, my dad’s a neglectful piece of shit, and I don’t have any friends.”

Billy nodded, intrigued. “But what would push you to kill. ‘s not enough to just have a tragic backstory.”

You tilted your head, very much so a callback to Michael Myers. “I don’t attach to people emotionally. Never have, not even to my own parents.” You and Billy’s faces were practically touching at this point, both your eyes mirroring the excitement you felt. “People take up space and I’m tired of hearing them judge me when they’re not even real.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Billy sat back with a smug look on his face. “Stu told me I’d like you,” he said after a beat.

Stu let out a little cheer and both your heads whipped around to stare at him, as though just remembering he was there. “Alright, so, we’ll have to redo the blood pact.” He said with obvious excitement. When you gave him a quizzical look, he turned his hand over to let you see a faint scar in the center of his palm. “We made a pact ‘bout a year ago to stick together on this shit.”

Billy let out a tired yawn and flopped down onto the bed without any grace whatsoever. And this was the guy who half your year was swooning for, you scoffed internally. “Whatever,” he grumbled as he turned his back to you both. “Go to sleep. ‘m fuckin’ tired.”

“Aww are we gonna cuddle?” Stu teased, happily kicking his shoes and jeans to the floor.

“Fuck off.” Billy grumbled.

You still had questions and Stu seemed to notice. “What’s up?” He asked, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb Billy too much.

“You said someone else is up next? On your kill list?” You were terribly curious and your conversation had only gotten you wound up with a nervous, aggressive energy.

Stu hummed before kissing your forehead and laying down on the bed beside Billy, serving as a barrier between you and Billy. “Casey Becker. And her shitty boyfriend too.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as you shed some of your own clothes as well. “How’re you gonna manage that? I mean, won’t they connect the murder back to you guys?”

He just shrugged. “Who doesn’t love a brutal revenge killing though!” He looked you up and down as you paused your descent to the bed in order to lean over him. “‘sides! We got you now. Extra secure alibis.”

“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” Billy grumbled, making you chuckle. You got the feeling this wasn’t the first time he’d shared a bed with Stu and you weren’t sure what emotion that made you feel.

Once you were all settled in, Stu let you cuddle closer. “Hi.” He said with a shy giggle.

“Hi yourself,” you hummed, your eyes already feeling heavy. “I’m in now, yeah? We’ll talk about your plans in the morning?”

Billy sighed in exasperation, rolling over to smack Stu’s arm since you were out of reach. “Yes, fuck, you’re in, now shut up and go to bed.”

You and Stu giggled impishly but did quiet down afterwards. Scooting closer to Stu, you slid your arms around his middle and tucked your face into his neck, smiling when you felt him hold you back.

For better or for worse, you were in now. Here’s hoping you wouldn’t regret it.

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