#i did not plan to watch this show to think about the horrors of school 💀

[celestial-sapphicss]

home school is frustrating to watch not because the show is bad (i love the show i have so many thoughts) but because despite the wildly different reasons (and stakes and intensity), seeing the education institution systems making students do things without any explanation or logic or reason just because they can and being absolutely unreasonable is very real of them.

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, Eds and Reader don't know each other, but Max and Dustin know both Eddie and Reader, and they both think that they would be a great couple so they try to get them to know each other but it never works. But what if Reader goes to the trailer park to take care of Max, or help her with homework but on her way to Max's trailer, Reader falls and Eddie sees it and helps her, after some time, Eddie and Reader start dating and it made Max and Dustin happy but they argue about who made that it happened? (I hope this make sense! I just imagine Max and Dustin seeing how similar Reader and Eddie are in some aspects so they're like, yeah, they would be a great couple, but for some reason, they can't make them like meet each other or even see each other! you can change some things if you think it'll be better!)

I love writing Max as a bestie. This idea is adorable. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting♥︎

Wingman vs Wingwoman

Max was surprised to find herself being friends with a cheerleader, granted it was forced in the beginning. Max's mom has been on an insane level since everything happened with Billy, so she refuses to let Max be alone. Y/N became Max's babysitter, Max wasn't warmed to the idea at first but now it was more of friends hanging out compared to babysitting.

Y/N was way more chill and interesting than the other cheerleaders, shocking Max. They talked, watched horror movies, shared comic books, and went to skate parks. With all of Y/N's badass interests, Max realized she might not be the only one who would adore her. Max knew she had to get Y/N to meet Eddie.

Dustin fell in love with Y/N the second she walked into the student council. Dustin's mom wanted him to engage in more school activities ( apparently hellfire wasn't real enough. ) But the student council wasn't horrible when Y/N was the president. Dustin was a love-sick puppy when it came to her and he practically was her vice president with how much he did for the club. Or for her. With her leading confidence and how high she held her head, Dustin couldn't help but see a bit of Eddie in her. That's when it snapped in Dustin's head that Eddie would love to meet this girl.

~~~

Max was rushing Y/N to Hellfire with a purpose in mind.

"I'm gonna be late for the student council!" Y/N groaned as Max dragged her arm down the opposite hallway.

"I know! I just need to show you something." Max said, a tiny smirk on her face. Her blue eyes lit up with mischief.

Max cheered as they reached the door, Y/N looked at her confused for two reasons. One, Max was excited about something, and two it was about a door with hellfire written on cardboard.

"What the hell is this?" Y/N asked, Max didn't answer, so she yanked open the door.

Max's smile and mood fell when she didn't see Eddie. Just the same losers she always saw.

"Where is he?" Max demanded, her foot stomped against the glossy floor.

~

"Dustin, dude, we can't be late for this campaign. The rest of the sheep are already set up." Eddie scolded but Dustin didn't listen. Just yanking Eddie down the hall.

"Just one minute!" Dustin groaned. He sighed at the lack of patience Eddie had.

"Where are we even going?" Eddie huffed.

"Tada!" Dustin cheered as he yanked open the wooden door. Eddie peeked in over Dustin's head and felt confused.

"Tada? It's a group of nerds talking about the school."

"It's called the student council, and she's not here!" Dustin growled. Where the hell was she?

~~~

Max and Dustin had no idea they were trying to get Y/N and Eddie to see each other. And they had no idea they were backfiring each other's plans.

"No! I need Eddie, I've been trying to get him to meet this girl for weeks!" Max snapped at Dustin, her icy blue eyes glaring straight at him.

Dustin felt himself shivering in fear but tried to stay confident.

"I don't care. I've got a way better girl for Eddie to meet."

"Mine's better, just watch." Max scoffed as she raced off on her skateboard.

"What did red want?" Eddie asked as he walked to his van.

"No clue. But look, I need you to drop me off at school early tomorrow, student council meeting." Dustin lied, Eddie huffed but agreed as he started the engine.

~

"Max, what's up? Dustin said he needed me this morning." Y/N asked as Max kept looking up and down the hallways.

"I just need to see something!" Max said as she looked into the parking lot. She saw Eddie's van but she couldn't find him at all. She checked all the rooms she knew Eddie knew but nothing.

~

"Dude, we've been here for ten minutes, when does this meeting start? We are the only ones here." Eddie sighed. He could have gotten another hour of sleep but this damn kid.

Dustin checked his watch with a pit of anxiety in his stomach. Y/N said she'd be here and she is nowhere to be seen.

"Whatever. I'm going to have a smoke." Eddie said as he walked out the door.

Not even two minutes later Y/N walked in with a grumpy Max.

"Of fucking course," Dustin said as he shook his head.

~~~

Max and Dustin were slowly wanting to give up. Every plan they had was backfired. Somehow Eddie and Y/N were always at the wrong place at the right time.

Y/N groaned as she walked through the muddy trailer park. She regretted wearing her nice shoes. A huge van came speeding down the road, frightening her into slipping in the mud.

She groaned as she landed on her ass. Now her clothes were as muddy as her shoes.

The van slammed on their breaks and a boy came running out.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." The boy apologized, he kneeled next to her as he softly helped her stand up.

She went to scream in his face but once she took in his face, she was silent. He was the most gorgeous boy she's ever seen. His soft skin, bone structure, nice jaw, and flowing brown curls rested on his shoulders.

"Oh, that's alright." She shrugged off with a smile. She was sure she'd have fallen for him the same way if he still wasn't holding her up by the waist.

Eddie didn't hear a word she said. Too amazed at how beautiful the girl was. He didn't even realize he was still touching her until she shifted.

"Shit sorry." He apologized again as he removed his hands. He took in her muddy clothes.

"This will sound so creepy, but can I drive you to my trailer to get you new clothes? I feel awful." Eddie smiled as she laughed.

"It is super creepy, but I also don't want to babysit in these clothes." So she agreed and they rode off to his trailer. Only to connect the dots that Max was right across the way.

"Here! It's just an old shirt and some sweatpants." Eddie said as he handed Y/N the clothes.

"Do you want me to drive you to the trailer you need?" Eddie asked as they stood at his front door.

"It's actually just right there so I can walk. Thank you, what was your name?" She asked.

"Eddie Munson, and you?" He asked as he held out his hand.

~

Max eyed Y/N as she walked in covered in mud and clothes in her hand.

"What happened to you?" Max asked as she got off the couch.

"Slipped in mud, but I got new clothes so gonna change!" Y/N said she walked into the bathroom, with a smile on her face.

~~~

A month passed and Max was preparing to give up. No matter what she did, she never got Eddie and Y/N in the same room.

"Why can't you come tonight again?" Max asked, Y/N walked beside her down the hallway.

"I've got a date, but your mom is staying home," Y/N explained.

"Where is the date? I've got a guy for you and I bet he's way better than whatever loser you picked yourself."

"Rude, he is not a loser. I appreciate in a weird way that you want to set me up, but I'm fine. We are going to the movies."

~

"Dustin, I can't! I'm going to the movies for a date." Eddie sighed as he searched for an outfit to wear.

"Waste of time, bro. I've got the perfect girl for you. Just cancel, then come be my wingman at the diner then I'll set you guys up!" Dustin argued.

"First, I am way too old to be your wingman. It's creepy. And second, this girl is hot, I'm not ditching."

"Come on dude! You are my only ride and my mom said I needed a babysitter. Steve is working so please?"

~

"She's here, see ya," Dustin said as he ran to an empty booth with his date.

Eddie picked a seat where he could see the back of Dustin's head.

He smiled when Y/N took the seat across from him, blocking Dustin.

They dived into a conversation and the time flew by in seconds.

~

Dustin said goodbye to his date and walked over to Eddie, he noticed Eddie was alone.

"Stood up?" Dustin mocked as he pointed to the empty seat.

"Bathroom, now beat it," Eddie said, but Dustin sat down instead.

"I've got nowhere to go, you are my ride." Dustin shrugged, grabbing a fry from the plate in the middle of the table. "Plus, my girl would be so much better for you."

~

Max walked into the diner, and her mom drove her to pick up dinner. She waited near the counter as she waited. She gasped when Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a date?" Max asked, her arms crossed.

"I do! We changed it to her because he had to babysit." Y/N explained.

"Babysit? Can't get a real job?" Max mocked and rolled her eyes.

"Watch it. I'm a babysitter." Y/N declared as she glared at the younger girl.

"Is he still here? I want to meet him so I can prove my guy is better."

Y/N sighed but agreed, walking Max to the table.

"Dustin?"

"Y/N?"

Eddie looked between them confused, "you two know each other?"

"How the hell do you know her?" Dustin spazzed as he looked at Eddie with huge eyes.

"EDDIE IS THE GUY!" Max squealed, and Y/N was confused about her showing a positive emotion.

"What is going on?" Eddie and Y/N asked at the same time.

~

After Dustin and Max explained their sides, they left the couple alone. Dustin walked Max out to her car, killing time until Eddie was ready to leave.

"I so did that." Dustin bragged, he nodded in improvement as Eddie slid his arm around Y/N as they walked out.

"They didn't even know you were trying to set them up, plus she met him because of me!" Max argued

"No, she did not!" Dustin fought back.

"Yes huh!"

"No huh!"

~

"It's kinda cute they wanted us together so much," Y/N said, walking out of the diner.

"I'm surprised Dustin thought I was in your league." Eddie chuckled, his arm still over her shoulder.

"I'm surprised you'd even like a cheerleader," Y/N replied.

"When they look like you? Yeah, I like the cheerleader." Eddie teased, but his heart raced as she laughed and swatted at his chest.

He might have to give Dustin a praise for this.

tags!

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[senp1i]

Bestfriends | Jang Wonyoung x M!R

WC: 2496, anon requested from last year also I used Grammarly for the first, how'd u guys like it lmao, I'm not sure If ill use it again tho, it makes everything bland IMO but less work for my sickass so ++ sorry for the smut, i know the req said fluff but.. i got too excited lmao

Wonyoung and Y/N had been close since they were little demons running wild in their neighborhood. They were damn near conjoined twins, always finding trouble to get into together. Whether it was sneaking out in the middle of the night or raiding the kitchen for midnight snacks, they did everything as a dynamic duo.

As they got older, that closeness only intensified. Y/N started noticing the little things about Wonyoung that made his heart go faster than a F1 car - the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, or how her slight gum showed whenever she flashed that bright, smile. Not to mention Wonyoung was a total smokeshow inside and out, with a fun, chic personality to match her goddess looks.

Y/N had it bad, simping for his best friend in the most cliche way possible. But could you blame the dude? Wonyoung was straight-up perfect - smart as a nerd without the glasses, kind as a nun, with a decent enough sense of humor and just the most beautiful girl. She had a rocking body too, not too curvy but with an ass that just wouldn't quit. Y/N's testostrones start raging just thinking about her.

He knew he had to make a move before it was too late. Wonyoung was starting to get attention from the other dudes at school, and it was only a matter of time before some fuckboy tried to swoop in and steal her up. Y/N couldn't let that happen - Wonyoung was his, had been since day one, even if she didn't know it yet. The plan was simple: confess feelings, get the girl, and ride off into the sunset or whatever cliche, What could go wrong?

Famous last words.

Y/N had been preparing himself up all day to finally spit it out. He was gonna meet Wonyoung at their favorite hangout spot in the park after school and pour his heart out. Butterflies were going apeshit in his stomach as he approached the park bench, hands sweaty and shaky.

That's when he saw it - Wonyoung, sitting there looking as gorgeous as ever, with some random kid down on one knee in front of her. A fucking confession. Y/N's heart fell into his gut as the world seemed to stop.

"Oh fuck no..." he muttered under his breath.

The guy was a senior from what Y/N could tell, though he didn't recognize the bastard off the top of his head. He was decent-looking, Y/N supposed, but he was biased as hell. No one was good enough for HIS Wonyoung.

From a distance, Y/N watched in horror as the guy declared his feelings, pulling out a bouquet of roses from behind his back like a damn rom-com from the nineties. He felt like he was gonna launch at the fuckboy as Wonyoung accepted the flowers, a small smile playing on her lips. Wasn't she gonna shut this guy down?

Y/N wanted to turn away but found himself frozen, a bystander in his own nightmare. He watched as Wonyoung leaned in and...hugged the guy. What the actual fuck was going on?

His brain jumped to the worst possible conclusions - were Wonyoung and this random dude already a thing? Had Y/N been living in delusion this whole time, pining after someone who was already taken? Bile filled his mouth.

As the guy pulled away from the hug, still smiling at Wonyoung with tender affection in his eyes, Y/N felt like he was going to lose his shit for real. This was happening, right in front of his eyes. His moment, his chance at happiness, being ripped away.

Head spinning, Y/N turned and booked it before he could witness anything else. He ran blindly, fighting back the lump of emotion forming in his throat. He had been so ready to lay it all on the line, and now...now his heart was shattered into pieces.

Over the next few days, Y/N avoided Wonyoung like the plague, skipping all their usual hangouts and making excuses whenever she tried to reach out. He just couldn't stand to be around her, not after having his feelings so violently crushed. It was too damn painful.

Wonyoung wasn't having it though. She was too damn stubborn, too persistent to let this go on without getting to the bottom of it.

"Dude, what the fuck is up with you lately?" she cornered Y/N after somehow tracking him down in the school courtyard after school.

Y/N averted his eyes, clenching his jaw as he fought to keep his composure. "Nothing's up. I'm fine."

"Bullshit," Wonyoung scoffed, seeing right through the flimsy excuse. "You've been avoiding me for days, and I want to know why."

There was a tense pause as Y/N remained stubbornly silent, staring at a random spot on the ground. Wonyoung sighed in exasperation, planting her hands on her hips.

"Did I do something to piss you off? Because if I did, I wish you'd just tell me instead of giving me the cold shoulder, N/nie"

Y/N squeezed his eyes shut briefly, pained by how stupid Wonyoung was being and the fact that her nickname still made his stomach get fuzzy. Of course, she had no idea about his feelings, how crushed he felt watching her accept that other guy's flowers, even hugging him.

When he spoke again, Y/N's voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with barely suppressed emotion. "I saw you...with him...the other day in the park."

Wonyoung's brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before realization seemed to dawn on her. "Oh...you mean [whatever name] ? When he asked me out?"

Y/N flinched at how casually she referred to the guy's name as if i wasn't a big deal. As if their friendship, their closeness, didn't mean anything next to this new romantic prospect.

"I can't believe you'd even entertain that loser," Y/N bit out bitterly, venom in his tone. "He doesn't deserve you."

"Woah, harsh," Wonyoung laughed lightly, though her eyes had taken on a more serious glint. "For your information, I turned him down. Like, completely rejected his ass."

Y/N's head whipped up in surprise, eyes widening almost comically. "You...you did?", voice cracking mid way too. 

"Of course I did, dumbass," Wonyoung rolled her eyes, gentleness returning to her eyes as she closed the distance between them. "Did you think I'd go for some random guy over you?"

The words hung heavy in the air between them as Y/N struggled to process them. Over him? What did that mean exactly? Surely Wonyoung couldn't mean...

Clearing his throat, "W-What are you saying?" Y/N stammered out, heart beating fast in his chest.

Wonyoung reached up to cup his face lovingly, so close now that he could see the faint dusting of redness on her face, and could smell her sweet fruity perfume. She stared into his eyes with an intensity that made his knees go weak.

"I'm saying…- *sigh* I like you, dummy," she murmured, voice soft yet filled with sincerity. "I've had feelings for you for a long time, but I didn't know how to tell you. I was waiting for you to make a move."

Y/N felt like the wind was knocked out of him as Wonyoung's words slowly sank in. This whole time...Wonyoung had liked him back? He had been stressing out for nothing, making assumptions and jumping to conclusions without even giving her a chance to explain.

"You...you like me?" Y/N asked dumbly, hardly daring to believe it was real. "Like, like-like me?"

"Yeah, dumbass," Wonyoung chuckled fondly, rolling her eyes again. "I like-like you, a lot. So are you gonna kiss me already or what?"

She didn't have to ask twice as Y/N surged forward, capturing Wonyoung's plush lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss. It was clumsy and inexperienced, driven purely by pent-up feelings, but it was absolutely flabbergasting. Wonyoung made a soft *mmph* of surprise before melting into it, her arms winding around his neck.

They kissed again and again, getting lost in the sensation of finally having each other. Years of hidden crushing and repressed lust came pouring out in a strong wave. Y/N wanted to drown in Wonyoung forever, to burn up in her flames.

When they finally detached, panting and flushed, Y/N cupped Wonyoung's face gently. "I thought I lost you," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers.

Wonyoung let out a breathless laugh, eyes sparkling with a mixture of affection and glee. "You could never lose me, dummy. I'll always be yours, no matter what."

And as Y/N pulled her close for another kiss, the courtyard around them faded into the background until it was just Y/N and Wonyoung in their little bubble. Their lips moved together urgently, all teeth and tongues, everything started gushing out again,

Y/N knew in that moment, as Wonyoung whimpered softly into his mouth, that she was telling the goddamn truth. They'd been two peas in a pod since childhood, attached at the damn hip through thick and thin. But right now, with their bodies pressed together so personally, they became one - two puzzle pieces finally slotting together after years of being one halves.

And fuck, did it feel good to be home.

Wonyoung kissed back like she did everything else - with out-of-control passion and zero fucks given. She gave as good as she got, nibbling at Y/N's lower lip teasingly before licking it with her tongue. Her hands moved freely, bunching up the fabric of his shirt as she pressed even closer, determined to get rid of any remaining space between her and his bodies.

"Fuck, baby...wanted this for so long," Y/N muttered when they briefly pulled back for air, his voice low and filed with lust.

"Then take it," Wonyoung shot back breathlessly, her eyes dark and hooded as she pushed her hips against his, grinding on his erection. "I'm yours, remember?"

That was all the encouragement Y/N needed. Tangling one hand in her silky hair, he angled her head to the side and attacked her neck with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. Wonyoung let out a needy little whine, arching into him desperately as he found her sensitive spots

"Y/N...shit, that feels so good," she moaned, nails scratching over his clothed back as he showered her pale skin with attention.

Hearing her say his name like that, all breathy and horny, just drove Y/N more. He wanted to mark her up, let the whole world know she was his and his alone. Wanted to make her come undone right there in the yard where anyone could see but of course, they had a reputation to keep as he hoisted Wonyoung up suddenly, grinning at her squeak. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist as he rushed into the hallway and pinned her against one of the lockers, the metal clanging loudly. Not that either of them cared about being overheard at this point - they were too far gone.

"You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?" Y/N groaned out, rolling his hips, grounding against her clothed vagina teasingly so she could feel how hard he was already. "Been wanting this tight little body for years."

Wonyoung let out a shameless moan at his words, her pupils blown wide with horniness. "Then take it, what are you waiting for?" She ground down against the bulge in his jeans tauntingly. "I'm not gonna break."

It was all the invitation Y/N needed. Crashing their lips back together hornily, he reached down to hitch one of Wonyoung's legs higher on his waist, opening her up further. His other hand skimmed up her thigh, dipping underneath her skirt to tease at the lace waistband of her panties.

"Is this what you want, baby?" he asked against her lips, fingers creeping higher to brush over her damp slit through the skimpy fabric. "You're already so wet for me, wony"

Wonyoung's head lolled back against the lockers with a thud, her chest heaving. "Don't tease, asshole" she retorted shamelessly, squirming against his hand in search of more. "I need you inside me. Now."

Y/N felt his dick throb painfully at her words, at the way she begged for it despite her usual bossy, headstrong personality. Seeing Wonyoung like this, overwhelmed by need and desire for him, was making his brain short-circuit.

Kissing her deeply again, he slid his hand properly into her panties and finally, blissfully, pumped two fingers into her sloppy, wet pussy.. Wonyoung moaned sharply into his mouth, her inner walls fluttering wildly around the thick fingers as she took him into the final knuckle.

"Fuck...you feel so fucking good," Y/N groaned, slowly working his fingers in and out of her tight vagina. She felt like heaven, insanely hot and wet like she was made just for him.

"Harder," Wonyoung whimpered, already twitching pathetically on his hand, completely shamelessly in her pleasure. "I can take it, I wanna feel you tomorrow."

Y/N felt a fresh wave of precum ooze out at her husky demands. He always knew Wonyoung was a brat, but her complete lack of self-consciousness, and her willingness to take whatever he gave was driving him wild, especially in the empty school hallway.

Growling under his breath, Y/N picked up the pace of his pumping, curling his fingers with every pull. The smutty sounds of her slick cunt soon filled the hallway, echoing obscenely with Wonyoung's loud, horny moans.

"That's it, baby...gonna make you feel so good," Y/N murmured hotly against the sweaty side of her throat, biting down to leave a mark. "Want everyone to know who you belong to."

"Yours, 'm yours!" Wonyoung cried out, arching her back almost painfully as she blindly chased her orgasm. Her nails grounded and slid over his shoulders hard enough to sting. "Oh fuck, I'm...I'm gonna..."

Y/N could feel her growing impossibly tighter around his fingers, those velvet walls beginning to twitch wildly. With a groan, he slammed his palm firmly against her clit, sending Wonyoung catapulting over the edge into euphoria.

She came with a sobbing and whiney moan, her whole body tensing up as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Y/N swallowed the desperate sounds spilling from her lips, amazed by how gorgeous she looked in the high of her orgasm. He fingered her through it lovingly, dragging out every last tremble until Wonyoung’s limp and tired against him.

"Good girl, that's it," he murmured adoringly, pressing soft kisses to her sweaty hairline as she clung to him like a koala. "You did so good for me, baby."

Wonyoung merely made a weak, incoherent noise of hum, too orgasmed out to form proper words. She nuzzled against his neck happily, her jagged pants slowly evening out to deep, relaxed breaths.

"Mine," she finally mumbled once she'd got to her senses, voice raspy from all her moans. She punctuated her words with a clumsy nip to his neck, more like a mosquito bite than anything.

Y/N chuckled, squeezing her ass with the hand still under her skirt. "Always."

[halfagone]

So I was thinking and...

Move aside, Danny, this ain't about you-

My reasoning?

We all know Danny's life is fucked up. We know this. We've acknowledged this. All sorts of shit happens in the show that gets glossed over and we, as a fandom, go in and say, "Yeah, no let's talk about that actually-" But while Jazz may not be a main character, things happen to her too that should be acknowledged as well.

Let's start with some basics: her parentification. While it may not be uncommon for older siblings to take care of their younger ones, that doesn't make it right or better. Jazz is 16 in the show. She is just as much a kid as Danny is, even if she vehemently tries to deny it. She should not be the one responsible for looking after her brother like a parent would.

This also bleeds into the way she has to watch after or hold her parents back. They are grown adults; she should not be the one responsible for making sure they treat her younger brother right, or don't forget things, or act like adults. This is not and never should have been her duty as a child, oldest or not.

Let's move onto more episodic examples. In "Prisoners of Love", she had a bit of a meltdown when she found out she had been wrong. That lends to some control issues and perfectionism that isn't healthy in the slightest and should probably be dealt with before she becomes an adult and realizes that kind of mindset is going to burn her out. Fast.

In "My Brother's Keeper", Spectra intended to murder her in front of the entire school. Obviously the plan doesn't work out, but a murder attempt is a murder attempt and that brings trauma all of its own.

A lesser known example, but Johnny (who she had dated briefly) used her as a meat puppet in "13" so that his girlfriend could escape from the Ghost Zone. If we want to acknowledge that what Kitty did to Paulina was wrong, then we have to acknowledge this too.

In "Doctor's Disorders", Jazz was literally a disembodied head in a jar. I feel like we should talk about that, and the body horror that comes with it. In line with that, Vlad had nanobots injected into her system, as known from "Secret Weapons", and regardless if they're still there or not that weighs on the mind.

In "Reality Trip", Jazz agreed with Freakshow which implies she has some ghost envy of her own? If Tucker's desire to have powers like Danny is messed up, then this ought to be too.

Now this poll isn't to ignore Danny's trauma. But this ain't about him. This time it's about Jazz and the fact that she has problems of her own. I know it's popular to make her out as a mini therapist, but therapists have therapists of their own to handle their stress and emotions. Jazz should be no different, even if you don't headcanon her as a psychologist as an adult.

So, tldr: Jazz's life is fucked up too and it deserves some acknowledgement.

[ambers-archive]

what if all i need is you?

2 times the universe conspires against Spencer and the 1 time it doesn't. no use of y/n

"I think we’re lost," Spencer mumbled, stealing a glance at you, you’re in his passenger seat and you look like a dream he thinks. 

He hates driving, usually avoids it, but watching you smile next to him and hearing you sing along to his favorite songs makes him think it’s not all bad.

"You think?" You laugh, meeting his eye.

He had the date perfectly planned in his head – a tour around the city since you just moved here. Showcasing his favorite bookstore, two tickets to his favorite museum's exhibit, the whole thing.

However, things were not going as planned. He found himself driving in circles, twists and turns multiplying at every corner.

The universe was taunting him.

"I swear, these street signs are conspiring against me," he muttered.

“In the meantime, we should enjoy this,” you suggested, pointing to a barely visible café on the corner, proposing an impromptu coffee stop.

With a slight smile tugging his lips, Spencer nodded.

“You’re in Med school?

Spencer asked, trying to hide his amazement.

It all makes sense now, he thinks. Rarely does he find someone who matches him intellectually, even rarer for him to enjoy conversations with them.

“I am! I know it’s a cliché saying, but I just want to help people, I want to make a difference in the world.”

“It’s not cliché at all, that’s really noble.” Spencer replied, a genuine smile forming on his face. The passion in your voice is like a breath of fresh air for him.

You blushed at the compliment, warmth spreading across your cheeks. "Thank you. It's not easy, but it's worth it if I can make a positive impact, even in a small way."

As if you took the words right out of Spencer’s mouth, hearing you made him realize the reason he started the BAU. 

And oh how beautiful it is to have that passion.

For so long, his work had only consisted of repetition; the work that had brought him happiness was now draining him of it all. His thoughts are audible emanating from your lips.

To make a difference, and just for a little while, listening to you happily describe your passion, the horrors of his job, which once clutched his heart so deeply, slowly started to fade.

“Where to next, Doctor?” 

“I hope you like museums, I was able to get us tickets to one of my favorite exhibits.” 

“Lead the way.” 

“I agree; the universe is not happy with you right now,” you laughed, both stranded in the middle of nowhere as his car broke down under the afternoon sun.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he sighed, opening your car door. Taking his hand you led him towards the field, there were worse places to be stranded in you thought. 

“If we call for a cab right now, we can reach the museum in an hour, depending on traffic. We’ll miss the first half hour or so, but—”

“Spencer, look! The sun is setting.” You walked off into the distance, taking a seat near a tree.

“We’re going to miss the show.” He said disappointed. You looked up at him and the orange glow casted a beautiful hue over your face. Just when he thought you couldn't get prettier.

“No matter how much you try in life, you’re bound to miss something. Just take in the moment right now.” You say, patting the seat on the grass next to you.

To his own surprise, he obliges. 

He doesn’t mean to profile you, but it’s a reflex, a defense mechanism. Being around serial killers and rapists, he needs to know their every move. But right now, being in your apartment as you give him a tour, he lets go.

Realizing he doesn’t have to know everything about you right away; he can take his time.

He expected your room to be something like a catalog magazine, but books, plants, and paintings you've made surrounded you.

Messy maximalist, you called it.

Spencer learns you hate minimalism, you hate gray white empty spaces that don't feel like home.

He is almost envious of how carefree you are, willing to wear your heart out on your sleeve. Your guard has been down the whole time, a luxury Spencer can’t afford.

“Can I offer you some tea? I recently perfected my mom’s recipe for chai,” You asked, already boiling the water and getting your tea bags together.

“Tea sounds amazing.”

He looks around, forming a profile in his brain.

You’re messy, but you somehow find beauty in it. It doesn’t bother you; it makes sense, he thinks.

Artistic people are commonly messy.

“What books do you like?” Spencer asks, watching you get two mismatched cups out.

“I love classic literature, Persuasion is one of my favorites. I love Jane Austen and the way she captures love in its most pure form."

“How would you define love?” It’s a question that has been nagging him, he wants to pick apart your brain and know every thought.

He can tell you’re a hopeless romantic, and he now wishes he had accepted Garcia’s movie night invitation to watch Jane Austen movies.

He already has a sense, knowing you love classic period pieces, but he just wants to hear your explanation for it. 

“In Med school they teach us that love is a complex emotion, a bunch of hormones: dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin in the brain. I can’t say much about hormones but love is life, and it's just peaceful like the slow water going down a stream. But an immediate phenomenon, much like life itself. It fills and empties you all at once, swirling like a river's water after a storm. Your hands, heart, stomach, and skin are just a few places on your body where you can feel it. And it overtakes you so intensely. You don’t even realize it until you’re in it. You can’t exist without it, love is like breathing.” You sigh, a shy smile overtaking your lips “Sorry i tend to rant a lot.” 

Spencer meets your smile. It feels nice to be on the receiving end of someone rambling.  “I don’t mind one bit. I knew you were an artist but I didn’t peg you for a writer.”

“Have you been profiling me, Doctor Reid?” you ask, he smiles avoiding your gaze.

“Most writers are artistic people; that is, they are imaginative, creative, and productive when working in an environment that promotes self-expression. Not to mention you mentioned journalism being your minor, also I saw you had a typewriter.”

“You're amazing, Spencer,” you say, taking the kettle off the stove, pouring two cups of chai.

Spencer whispers your name, and you look over, your name falls so easily through his lips. This is what was missing from your life, you think.

“I think you’re one of the most unique people I’ve ever met.”

He says, taking your hand, interlocking your fingers.

You graze your thumb over his knuckles squeezing his hand, meeting his brown eyes. And as if the universe was on his side for once you lean forward, your lips meeting his. Lips meddling into each other as if it was made just for you.

The morning sun is beating down on his small car, and there you are sitting in his passenger seat laughing at his horrible jokes.

Your favorite songs playing in the background. You smile at him, and Spencer is lost again, but not because of the street signs. He's just lost in your smile.

This is what was missing from his life Spencer thinks.

[hintsofhoney]

Movie Night

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove

Summary: You and your best friend, Steve, have a movie night planned, but things don't go the way they're supposed to when Billy shows up.

Tags: 18+, smut, threesome, degradation kink, praise kink, Billy’s an asshole, Steve is protective, Eiffel Tower, p in v, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Don’t know where this came from, but I’m glad it did. I have a lot more in the works for Stranger Things, so keep an eye out! The ‘Are you getting fucked by stupid?’ line in this fic was directly stolen from Homelander; all credits to the writers of ‘The Boys’ for that one. Thank you to my biggest cheerleaders, @deangirl93​ and @treat-winchesterswith-kindness​, for beta-ing, I love you both to the moon and back! Hope you all enjoy the filth. 

You can also read me on Ao3! 

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“I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Steve –”

“I swear to God, Y/N, I’ll murder him with my own two hands.”

Steve was pacing back and forth in your kitchen as you watched from a barstool at the counter. You didn’t particularly care that Billy had taken nude photos of you; you had the idea first, after all. But apparently he had a whole lot to say about them in the local gym’s locker room – which you also didn’t really mind – but Steve certainly did.

“The way he talked about you, like you’re just some… some thing to fuck. God, I should have laid one on him right –”

“Steve!” you yelled, pulling him out of his murder spiral. He stopped pacing and looked at you, his hands untangling from his hair – the famous Harrington hair – and returning to his pockets. 

“What?” he questioned blankly.

“Look, you’re my best friend in the whole world, alright? And I appreciate that you care so much about me, but Billy and I… he’s as much of a toy for me as I am for him.”

Steve’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Okay, gross.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “All I’m trying to say is it’s not a big deal, alright? It really doesn’t bother me, so don’t let it bother you.”

“Don’t let it bother me? Don’t let it – I’m not going to let anyone – not even your,” he motioned vaguely with his hands, trying to think of the right word, “boy toy, Billy fucking Hargrove, talk about you like that. And you shouldn’t either, it’s dehumanizing.”

You chuckled as you slid off the barstool and walked over to him. You placed your hands on his cheeks – they were still cold from the outside chill of the November air; he had walked to your place as soon as he had left the gym – and smiled; your forearm against his chest picking up on his rapid heartbeat. “Steve, whatever Billy has said about me cannot possibly be more dehumanizing than anything he’s already done to me.”

Anger flashed over his face before he realized you meant sexually, making him jump back in horror, his features scrunching up in repulsion. “Great Y/N, thanks for that. I’ll be sleeping again, never.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’ll be thinking about how badly you wish you were doin’ things to me instead of Billy,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him. You liked to think that you and Steve’s flirtatious teasing was the backbone of your friendship. It was how you two met – Steve made a comment about your ass one day after you got partnered up in science class, something like, ‘I’m glad we’re sitting next to each other now, but the view from behind isn’t too bad either’, accompanied with his classic Harrington smirk – and when you shot back with something snarky instead of dropping to your knees in the middle of the classroom like most girls would have because let’s face it – he’s Steve fucking Harrington – he decided you were different, so he stuck around. Three years later and that dynamic was still going strong, even after high school.

Steve coughed, seemingly caught off guard by your comment. “Yeah, you wish,” he bit back – his usual response when he didn’t have anything better to say. “Still good for tonight?” 

“Yes, of course. Speaking of, I’m gonna be late for work,” you sighed, checking your watch and grabbing your purse off the kitchen counter. You gave Steve a quick kiss on the cheek and patted it, adding a, “Please don’t go looking for ways to kill Billy Hargrove when I’m gone.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, alright, whatever. But I don’t like him, Y/N.”

You chuckled. “Neither do I, but man, is he a good –”

“NO! Get out! Go to work!” Steve exclaimed, ushering you towards the front door. “Go, get.” He practically shoved you out the door as you laughed, shaking your head as he slammed it shut behind you. 

“Such a prude, Harrington,” you said to no one but yourself as you made your way to your car.

Steve had to sort himself out. Not with his downstairs brain, no. He wished that would be enough. But he had to actually sit down and think about his feelings for you. Which he didn’t want to do, but God, when you said things like, ‘you’ll be thinking about how badly you wish you were doin’ things to me’, it kind of made it impossible not to. Because now he was sitting on your couch, his hands over his face as he thought about all the things he wanted to do to you. All the things that Billy fucking Hargrove was probably getting to do, and God – why were you with that prick anyway? Sure, it wasn’t exclusive – everyone knew that Billy Hargrove didn’t do exclusive or feelings or girlfriends. Steve groaned, letting himself fall onto his side, his head resting on the arm of the couch. Maybe he just needed to man up and make a move. The two of you have been flirting for three goddamn years.

“You’re fucking killing me, Y/N,” he mumbled. “Killin’ me.”

Work was fine, as it always was. Stocking grocery shelves at Melvald’s wasn’t anyone’s dream job, but it allowed you to move out of your parent’s house, so you weren’t complaining. Plus, Ms. Byers was always good company, and almost always willing to cover for you thanks to all the times that you watched the register when her and Bob would sneak to the back. 

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice came from behind you, causing you to put down the package of diapers that you were shelving. You turned around slowly, knowing exactly who it was and suddenly feeling very self-conscious in your incredibly unflattering Melvald’s General uniform. 

“Billy,” you greeted with a smile. Your eyes wandered to the six pack in his hand. “Is, uh – do you need someone to check you out?” 

“‘m checkin’ you out right now.” Smooth. He always was. “Uniform’s cute on you.”

“Oh,” you blushed, waving him off. “Stop. It’s awful.”

He chuckled. “I can help you take it off sometime, I don’t mind.” Jesus, why was he like this? How was he so good at making you a puddle? “What d’ya say, baby? You free after you get off? Max is having her stupid fuckin’ friends over, so it’ll have to be your place, but –”

“Steve will be at my place,” you replied, quicker than you meant to. 

“Harrington?” Billy asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

You nodded.

“You two together or something?”

“No! God, no. He’s just my best friend. But, uh, we have a movie night planned tonight, so…” 

“I like movies,” he replied matter-of-factly, taking a step closer to you. Your back hit the shelves behind you and you flinched as Billy set down his beer on one of them, effectively caging you in between his arms. He leaned in, his lips against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “Maybe I’ll even finger fuck you while your sittin’ right next to Harrington. I can be discreet. Wonder if you can be quiet…”

You gulped, willing away the arousal you could feel starting to grow between your legs. 

“Hell, Harrington’s even welcome to join in,” he continued. “He’s got such a hard-on for you, Y/N, it’s fuckin’ embarassing.” 

“W-what?” you asked. “N-no, he doesn’t.” Pull it the fuck together, Y/N. You were stuttering and you didn’t know why. You didn’t know why the implication that Steve had a crush on you excited you so much, or why the proposal of a threesome with your fuck buddy and your best friend made your brain glitch. 

Billy laughed. “Are you gettin’ fucked by stupid, Y/N?”

You glared at him, his question forcing you to get a hold of yourself so you could respond with, “I’m getting fucked by you, not really much of a difference.” 

You watched his jaw clench, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the shelf beside you. It was only for a moment – a wave of violence washing over him, gone as quickly as it had come. He got that way every time you talked back to him, but you knew he’d never hurt you. People said ‘Billy Hargrove doesn’t have a nice streak’, but he certainly had one where you were concerned. You’d push his buttons and it just made him rougher in bed, so really, it was a win for you. 

He chuckled and dropped his head briefly, shaking it as he processed what you had said. He leaned in one more time, so close that you were praying no one you knew would walk by, lest you be known as ‘the girl who let Billy Hargrove give her a hickey in the middle of the baby supplies aisle at Melvald’s while she was on the clock’, because that’s what it must’ve looked like. “You’ll be getting fucked by a lot more tonight,” he whispered, and you suppressed a whine, because that’s what he did to you. He made you want to drop to your knees in the middle of aisle six while you were at work and let him have his way with you. Fuck him. 

He pulled away slowly, grabbed his beer off the shelf, had the audacity to smirk, and then he fucking winked. “See you soon, princess.” 

You watched him walk away, his jeans doing more than just favors for his ass, effectively stunned into silence. You must’ve spaced out for a minute or two, because it was Ms. Byers’ voice that pulled you back to reality.

“Are you okay, honey?”

“W-what? Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, just spaced out for a second,” you replied, flustered as you reached for the box of diapers on the ground.

“Okay. I’ll be at the register if you need me.” 

“Got it, thanks Ms. Byers,” you smiled. You resumed stocking shelves, Billy’s words a broken record in your mind. Hell, Harrington’s even welcome to join in… He’s got such a hard-on for you. It’s not like you hadn’t thought about Steve in… that way before. He’s Steve – one look at him is a one-way ticket to dirty thoughts in anyone’s mind. But he was also your best friend, and there’s no coming back from crossing that line if things go to shit. You tried to will away the images of Billy and Steve taking you together that your brain was starting to conjure up. Billy’s cock down your throat as Steve pounded into you from behind, Billy’s mouth on your – 

“Ow, shit,” you gasped, as the box of diapers fell out of your hand and onto your foot, pulling you out of your fantasy. You picked it up and placed it in its rightful spot, taking a deep breath before continuing, muttering curses at Billy fucking Hargrove under your breath.

“Don’t hate me,” was the first thing you said as you walked through the door, Steve already comfortable on your couch with a bowl of popcorn in hand. You unwrapped your scarf from around your neck and hung it on the coat rack, before toeing off your shoes and sinking down into the cushions next to your best friend.

“Why wou’ I ha’e you?” he mumbled through a mouthful of popcorn before checking his watch. “You’re back early.”

You took a deep breath. Might as well rip off the Band-Aid. “Billy’s coming over tonight.” You winced as you waited for his response.

“You better be fuckin’ with me,” he replied, glaring at you.

“I wish I was.” 

Steve set the popcorn down on the coffee table and turned towards you, his arms folded over his chest. “Well, do you want me to leave?”

“What?” you asked, confused. “No, he’s just joining us for movie night.”

Steve snorted. “Billy fuckin’ Hargrove at movie night? Without any other intentions? Yeah, sure, alright.” 

“Oh, c’mon, Steve! I know you had to practically fist fight Robin to get first dibs on this movie, can’t you just put up with Billy for one night?”

“So I can watch you get fingered under a blanket while you’re sitting right next to me? ‘Oh, Billy! God, that feels so –’” he was interrupted by a pillow to the face.

“Shut up. Like you wouldn’t like to watch, Harrington.”

He stared at you for a second, chewing on his lip like he was debating if he should say the words he was thinking. “And what if I would?” 

The tension in the air became palpable in an instant. He was joking, this is just how the two of you talked – so why did it feel so different this time? You swallowed, a pit suddenly growing in your stomach, very different to the one Billy had left you with earlier. You chuckled softly, avoiding his eyes, because this conversation was suddenly feeling very much not like joking around. You debated on what to say for a moment or two, before finally settling on something you’d usually bite back with. “Then I guess I’d just have to put on a show for you, huh?” 

It came out sounding far more serious than you intended it to, but on the other hand, it’s not like you were entirely joking. Billy’s words played through your mind again. He’s got such a hard-on for you, Y/N, it’s fuckin’ embarassing. You thought about glancing down; Steve’s jeans left little to the imagination, you’d be able to tell. But would that be too obvious? 

“Guess you would.” God, he was still going. Maybe Billy had been right after all.

You flinched when you heard a knock on the door, thankful for something to break the tension, even if it was about to get a whole lot worse with Billy in the room. You got up, taking a deep breath before turning to look down at Steve. 

“Be nice,” you warned, an accusatory finger pointed at him.

“That depends on him,” he bit back with a grin. 

You rolled your eyes and made your way to the front door, opening it to a smirking Billy with the same six pack in hand that he had at the store. You didn’t even have time to greet him before he strolled in, forcing you to step aside as you held the door open.

“What’re we watchin’?” he asked, before noticing Steve on the couch. “Harrington,” he greeted with an unceremonious nod. 

“Hargrove.” 

“The Brain,” you answered Billy’s question in an attempt to retain some normalcy, the tension in the air from earlier a hundred times worse now.

Billy nodded. He didn’t care one way or the other what was playing on the TV – you knew that, he knew that, Steve knew that. Whatever it was, Billy was going to be occupied with… other activities.

Steve’s glare was unwavering as he watched Billy walk over to the coffee table, set down his beer, and sink into the couch. You followed, sitting down in between them, your small couch forcing your shoulders to touch theirs. 

“You gonna play the movie, or what, Harrington?” Billy asked after a few moments of silence, seemingly oblivious to the massive amount of tension in the room. Steve kept staring him down, his stone-cold expression unwavering. “You got a problem or somethin’!?” Billy questioned. 

Steve finally cracked a smile – not the good kind. “Yeah, I do, Hargrove.” 

“Steve –”

Billy stood up. “Do something about it, then.” 

Steve followed suit, coming face to face with him. He knew Billy was asking for a fight, and you only hoped that Steve wasn’t going to throw the first punch. “I’m not gonna hit you,” he finally said.

“Then we don’t have a problem,” Billy smirked, “Now, I’m real sorry if you’re jealous ‘cause your girl over here decided she wanted to be my little whore instead of yours but –”

You stood up as soon as you saw Steve’s hand ball up into a fist, putting yourself between them. “Steve,” you started calmly, “it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not fuckin’ okay, Y/N! Why do you let him talk about you like that!?”

Your breath hitched when you suddenly felt Billy’s hand snake around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. His lips were brushing against your ear as he answered Steve’s question. “‘Cause she likes it, Harrington.” And just like that, you were a puddle again. “Don’t you, baby?” 

You nodded in response to Billy, but your eyes were on Steve. He gulped as he watched Billy’s hand travel up your body, cupping your breast over your work shirt – the same one Billy said he’d help take off earlier that day. You weren’t sure why you were allowing him to touch you like this in front of Steve, but you didn’t want him to stop. And it’s not like Steve was looking away. No, Steve was biting his lower lip and watching every single move. 

“C’mon, Harrington,” Billy egged on, slipping his hand under your shirt now, revealing your bare stomach to your best friend.

Steve’s eyes met with yours in a way that was asking for permission. You didn’t know what was happening, or how the tension switched from uneasy to hot and heavy so fast, but you didn’t care. All you knew was that you had been thinking about this since Billy had put the thought in your head, and you wanted it. Wanted them.

“You really gonna make me put on a show?” you quipped, giving Steve the green light.

He huffed a nervous laugh, running his hand down his face in a last attempt to stop himself, because God, he wanted to make you feel good, too. But he also wanted you to be sure. 

You whimpered as Billy pinched your nipple, unsure of when his hand got there, but you weren’t complaining. You glanced down at the bulge in Steve’s pants, moaning softly as you felt Billy’s against your ass. You reached out your hand for Steve, and he took it hesitantly, allowing you to guide him to your hip. 

“Y/N…” he breathed, and fuck, you wanted him so bad. 

You nodded again. “Please, Steve.” 

And just like that, his resolve snapped. He stepped closer, his hands exploring all the places that Billy’s weren’t. Billy grabbed underneath your chin and turned your head, kissing you rough and hard and sloppy. Steve took the opportunity to attack your exposed neck, his hands working on undoing your pants as he sucked bruises onto your skin. Billy tweaked your nipple again, and you moaned into his mouth. 

“That’s a good girl, such a good fuckin’ slut,” he praised, as he let your face go and moved his hands down to work on the buttons on the front of your shirt. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder before you felt cold air hit your core, realizing that Steve already had your jeans down to your ankles, along with your underwear. He pulled them all the way off as Billy did the same with your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your bra for about five seconds before Billy took that off, too. His hands came back to your boobs, and you looked down at Steve who was placing your right leg over his shoulder as he kissed up your inner calf. His eyes met yours and he smirked, because neither him nor Billy had really done anything and you were already looking halfway to fucked out. 

“You okay?” he asked sweetly, as his lips found your inner thigh. 

You nodded, because it’s all you could bring yourself to do. You watched as he worked his way up your leg, stopping when he got to your core. You squealed as Billy roughly grabbed one of your ass cheeks, giving it a tight squeeze, reminding you that he was still there. You could feel his lips on the other side of your neck, and if you were covered in hickies tomorrow you would kill them both. 

“Christ, you have such a pretty fuckin’ cunt, Y/N,” Steve said, and he seemed to be in awe, the way he was looking at it. You threw your head back onto Billy’s shoulder, leaning on him for balance. 

“Then fucking do something about it,” you said through gritted teeth, getting overwhelmed by the pressure you were feeling in your core and frustrated that no one had done anything about it yet. You heard Billy chuckle in your ear – deep and low and dangerous. Like you were in trouble. 

“That’s not a very nice way to ask for what you want,” he chastised, pinching your nipple hard, causing you to yelp. 

You lifted your head and looked down at Steve, who didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass how or even if you asked; he was on a mission and he wanted to finish it. But he was looking back at you, expectant, almost, and so you did what felt right. “Please, Steve. I want you,” you begged, and he tilted his head, feigning confusion. So, he decided he liked playing Billy’s little games, after all.

“Want me to what?” he asked, eyebrows raised, his eyes still on yours as he got closer to your core. He was such a fucking tease, you could strangle him for it.

“Eat me out, Steve, please,” you begged, because to hell with your dignity. You lost that the minute you started sleeping with Billy, anyway. 

He smirked before happily obliging, his tongue exploring your folds, his hands gripping your thighs. You turned your head, your lips meeting with Billy’s again, and he smiled into the kiss as his hand traveled down your spine, your ass, and to your pussy, grunting in approval at the wetness between your legs. Steve’s tongue came to flick at your clit – expertly, might you add – causing you to attempt to move your hips away from his muscle. But Billy was as solid as a brick wall, and he used the opportunity to slip two fingers inside of you from behind. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, Billy’s fingers working in tandem with the movements of Steve’s tongue, the coil in your abdomen tightening. 

“Yeah, that feel good, baby?” Billy asked. “You gonna cum on Harrington’s tongue? On my fingers?” He lightly flicked his thumb over your nipple with his free hand, bringing you to the brink of a release.

You let out noise that was halfway between a moan and a scream as Steve wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking lightly. Billy’s fingers were alternating between scissoring you open and thrusting in and out, and before you knew it you were cumming all over them, and all over Steve’s tongue, as your orgasm washed over you. 

“Good girl,” Billy praised. “There’s a good little slut.” 

They continued their ministrations as you came down from your high, Steve gently taking your leg off his shoulder once he was sure you’d be able to stand. You barely had a moment to breathe before Billy was spinning you around, causing you to whimper from the loss of his fingers. He sat down on the couch, his back against the arm, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other remained on the floor, pulling you onto the cushions in front of him so you were on your knees, in between his legs. You already knew what to do and immediately started on his belt, feeling a dip in the couch behind you. It was Steve’s breath on your ear now as you unbuttoned Billy’s jeans, his hands kneading your breasts as you unzipped Billy’s pants. 

“I still don’t like the way he talks to you,” Steve whispered, “but I’ll give it to him. This is nothing if not slutty.” You couldn’t hold back the smile that came to your lips as you pulled Billy’s jeans down as far as they’d go – which was just far enough for his cock to spring free, considering the position he was sitting in. You reached for it, stroking him lightly, as Steve’s hand wrapped gently around your neck. “And I can’t say that I hate it,” he added. You purposefully ground against him, eliciting a groan from his lips, before you leaned forward and took Billy in your mouth. You always loved the way his cock felt on your tongue; heavy and soft, and just big enough to leave a nice ache in your jaw the next morning. Your pussy was fully pressed up against Steve’s clothed erection, his hands on your hips as he watched you take Billy all the way down your throat. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Look at me, baby,” Billy moaned, his hand tangling in your hair as he pushed you further down on his dick, holding you there. “God, you look so fuckin’ pretty with my cock in your mouth. You want Harrington to fuck you?” he asked. You nodded around him, best you could without gagging. “Yeah, you want him to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours while you suck my cock?” 

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, tears forming in your eyes because he hadn’t let you up to breathe yet.

“You heard her, Harrington,” Billy said, continuing to look at you. 

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Steve asked – ever the gentleman –  and Billy finally let you up so you could answer.

“Yes, fucking fuck me, Harrington,” you replied between catching your breath. Billy gave you a few seconds before pushing you back down on his cock again, and you could hear the zipper of Steve’s pants behind you, his cock running through your folds moments later. 

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ dripping, babe,” he commented, and you moaned at the praise as Billy began using your mouth as a fuck toy, bobbing your head up and down his dick. The next time he pushed you all the way down and held you there, Steve used the opportunity to enter you, his cock stretching you open in ways Billy’s fingers never could. You whined around Billy’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine as he let his head fall back, a long, drawn out, “fuuuuck”, from Steve filling the room as he bottomed out inside you. Billy started bobbing your head again, and as soon as Steve started thrusting at the same time, you were a goner. Tears ran down your cheeks, Steve’s cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, Billy’s moans only spurring you on. You felt like your soul had left your body, like you were floating in some plane of ecstasy, never wanting any of it to end. Billy reached down to give attention to your nipples, Steve kept smacking your ass, and you felt like jello. You wrapped your hand around Billy’s shaft, working in tandem with your mouth, coaxing him closer and closer to his release. Steve’s thrusts were getting erratic and sloppy, and you knew he was close. You were feeling a second orgasm coming on, and God, you wanted to cum around his cock so badly while Billy came in your mouth. 

“Oh, shit,” Billy gasped, his breaths short and quick. “Shit, shit, oh, fuck.” 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Steve started behind you, “Fuck, oh my – fuuuck.”

You felt Billy’s cock twitch, and then Steve’s, and then they were both filling you up from either end as a second wave of pleasure washed over you. You swallowed down everything Billy had to offer, your pussy clenching around Steve’s cock, your arms shaking as you tried to hold yourself up, eventually allowing yourself to collapse onto Billy’s stomach. Nothing but heavy breathing filled the room for a few minutes, before Steve gingerly pulled out of you and helped you off of Billy, allowing him to sit up as well. Steve handed you your discarded shirt, which you promptly put back on, followed by your underwear that was at your feet. And then the three of you just sat there, staring at the blank TV that was supposed to have been used tonight. 

“That was…” you began, not sure what to say, but also glad that the tension from earlier was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed.

Billy chuckled. “You two,” he began, zipping up his pants and buckling his belt, “are fuckin’ prudes.” He reached over, grabbing a bottle of beer from the six pack on the coffee table. “But can’t say I wouldn’t be up for it again.”

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Yandere Scream Drabble. Stu (1)

You were so sure ever since you moved to woodsboro no one showed- or hinted signs of having a crush on you. You weren’t all that interested into dating aswell. Still pure.

And you were lucky enough to make friends along the way despite all the various attacks you heard about all over the news, following the death of Casey, Sydney must’ve taken it the hardest. And it showed how it made her so paranoid. Her mother passed away, she knew what it felt like to lose someone. But you were just as paranoid.

First week in woodsboro at the start of high school you met Tatum, and you did see her rather goofy boyfriend, he was very unserious. Stu, and after a while you got well acquainted with the female until you eventually got into the friendgroup, you would think that Tatum were the one who helped to convince them to include you but it was actually Stu.

But the way he had been acting was getting weirder by time passed, he’d only have his eyes on you the entire time. The way he constantly, but subtly was getting all friendly with you and hugging you all the time made you flustered. Squeaking whenever he pulled you into those bear hugs. Chubby cheeks filling with a pink hue all over, he’d smirk at that. It only amused him how you were jumpy. But he knew his plan was working.

“M’not sure, parties aren’t really my thing?..” You chirped, on the other side of the phone with Tatum, your eyes darting, resting on watching outside the window. Parties aren’t really my thing. You always said that. But the truth was you were just reserved and didn’t feel comfortable lingering and drinking all night. She shifted on the other side of the phone.

“Come on Y/n. Please?” Her voice cracked a little, she laughed slightly. “It’ll be fun I promise. We got Randy to bring some movies to watch too,” Your ears perked. You were closest to Randy probably. But not as much as Tatum. He was horror-movie obsessed. You liked them just as much it was only natural to get along with Randy, but the constant teasing of them telling you that you could date Randy just kind of embarassed you.

You weren’t dating and that was that, “But-“ “Also bring your pajamas. I just know you’re gonna pass out mid way through the film on Stu. You always fall asleep.” She teased. And you felt embarassed, you bit your fingers a little, cheeks reddening. “Shut up Tatum..” you pulled your knees to your chest.

Y/n packed a pair of some pastel pajamas. But extra sweater and some pants if she threw up. The poor girl had stomach problems, Slipping the sweater off over her head as she changed into the pink tank top which Stu always told her she looked cute in, she hesitated to wear it infront of him, feeling a bit guilty. Out of pure loyalty for Tatum, she didn’t want to seem like some side chick and seem like she was trying to flirt or seduce Stu, that was wrong. Instead just setting another pink t shirt she wore along with her blue shorts. It was cut short as she got a phone call. But she did know. She’d only realize the next morning that she fell asleep during the movie.

Her finger twirled the cable as she picked up. “Tatum im coming stop calling me—“ “The blonde you hang out with all the time?” A distorted voice mused. You heard a little bit of static. She smiled a little. Giggling “It’s not funny anymore Stu I..I know it’s you” she hesitated.

Y/n was confused. “Is that you s-Stu ? This prank isn’t funny.” She plopped carefreely onto the couch. Kicking her legs softly. “Oh well I don’t know? Cute pajamas you have there. Headed to a party or whatever. Huh? You know..” He paused.

The poor girl’s eyes welled with tears. She couldn’t even choke out a sob. She was scared, she looked frantically out the window and tried to shake herself out her thoughts. Her bare feet tapped the floor. She stood up. “Why are you doing this?” Her whimpers filled the other side of the phone, she shook and turned her head and immediately hung up the phone, she put on her shoes and tried to call anyone. Stu. Billy. Tatum, but no one answered the frantic girl. She immediately knew who this was. She was getting viciously attacked as the week went on. It didn’t help that.

She couldn’t contact anyone

Tatum was already drunk. Sydney was god knows where. Dewey was busy, Randy wouldn’t pick up, she was hopeless. But even if she tried to contact Stu or Billy. She didn’t have their number. Flocking on her pink shoes she immediately stepped out the front porch. Dumb decision

Ghost face was already out there waiting in the dark. The mask’s ‘eyes’ bore into Y/n. She shrieked when he ran. Shutting her eyes tensely and screaming as she shut the door and the figure ran into it, with a low grunt they fell annoyed almost. But their movements were mocking.

Immediately trying to run up the steps pulled back and thrown against the wall. Y/n landed against the hard wall with a squawk. Sinking against the wall descending onto the floor. The figure held the handle of the knife. With a desperate look she tried to hold onto anything for dear life but landed down onto the floor after a harsh throw. Hitting her head on the steps she went limp for a moment. And a grin filled behind the cold mask of the killer

Blood oozed a little from the side of her forehead. Ghost face took her by the ankles. Turning her onto her back. Straddling her snug before he took her face and turned it to the side. Wiping off the blood. Tears were still sliding down her cheeks like a waterfall. He couldn’t. Her chubby cheeks were just so adorable. But it wouldn’t be long before she woke up, his hands which were covered by gloves gripped her cheeks and moved down. Lifting the mask to press a kiss to her chin. If anyone were this gentle with Y/n she would melt at the gentleness. But she sworn. No one at the high school showed signs of a crush.

But this was coming from a killer.

[violetsaffron5]

NSFW Gojo Week (2)

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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

After a stressful week at work, Gojo invites you over to his place to blow off some steam. However, your plans for the night aren't what he expected.

cw: friends with benefits, bondage, brat taming (a little) oral, pussy rubbing, vaginal sex, creampie

words: 3.1k

Masterlist • Day 1 • Day 3

“He fucked up the veil, again.”

You whine, frustrated as you march into Satoru’s office. Ijichi has been getting on your last nerve recently. Within the last two weeks, he has missed putting up several veils and filling out his paperwork wrong.

And each of his fuck ups comes back to you to fix. It has resulted in having to stay late to fix his mistakes all because he’s your “boss.”

Satoru smirks, leaning back in his chair as you sit at the chair across from his desk with a dramatic huff.

“How is he supposed to be over budgeting and assigning missions when he can’t even do his most basic tasks the right way?”

Satoru watches you with an amused expression from under his blindfold, “You know, back in high schoo-”

“And he fucking spilled coffee on me this morning!” You grumble, accidentally cutting Satoru off, before waving your hand in the air absentmindedly at him, “Sorry, continue.”

He chuckles, leaning forward on his desk, holding his chin on his hand, “How about you come over tonight and tell me all about it?”

A smile pulls at the corner of your lips as your eyes flicker down to Satoru’s lips briefly before sighing heavily, “I can’t. I have to fix the paperwork. It’s going to take me literal hours.”

“Nah. I’ll make sure Ijichi does it.”

Your brows upturn at his kind gesture, even though you’re fully aware of the ulterior motive behind his actions.

“God, thank you.” You sigh in relief, “If I don’t get my brains fucked out of me this weekend, I am going to drown Ijichi.”

“Bring this same energy tonight, I like it when you’re feisty.”

You roll your eyes because you just know that he winked at you from behind his blindfold, even if you couldn’t see it.

“So, I was thinking-” Satoru begins before being interrupted again by your phone vibrating on his desk.

With a small pout, you check the incoming message, “I have to leave. Taking Nanami to his next mission.”

You don’t miss the way Satoru’s jaw tenses slightly as he nods his head, “My place, around 7?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Before you walk out of his office, you turn to meet his gaze one last time, biting your lower lip and giving a soft, flirty smile before closing the door behind you.

You and Satoru aren’t exactly dating.

Well, you’re not together at all actually. Just casually fucking from time to time.

After work in his office. His place on the weekends. Changing the logs so you’re assigned to assist him with his out-of-town missions.

It’s all just… casual.

You met Satoru when you started working at the school as an Auxiliary Manager, helping handle day-to-day life for Principle Yaga and assisting sorcerers on their missions.

After training for several months, Ijichi decided to take a vacation, stressing that he couldn’t be around Satoru Gojo for another minute otherwise he was bound to rip out all of his hair and lose his shit.

You would have liked to see that, honestly.

You weren’t really sure why he needed a manager to assist him and drive him to his missions but you did it diligently nonetheless and you hit it off immediately, becoming instant friends.

Satoru was quick, handling the mission within a few minutes, and after, the two of you decided to go somewhere local for dinner. He told you how he likes to stress Ijichi out, and didn’t mean for you to get caught up in the fray.

You smiled at him shyly, told him you didn’t mind and that you’ve been having a better time with him than you expected, after hearing all the horror stories Ijichi had.

“Oh, yeah?” You remember him teasing with a smile, removing his blindfold to show his amused, bright azure eyes and you were pretty sure the world stopped moving at that moment. “We could keep having fun. If you want.”

You knew what he meant, you’re not naive. You saw the way his eyes flickered to your slightly parted lips and back up. He’s attractive, more so than you had ever imagined, and you were pretty sure he thought the same about you as he grinned playfully.

Biting your lip, you could feel your cheeks heat the moment you agreed, “Yeah… I’d like that.”

You were sure he was going to make a move on you that night as you stayed at a little hotel on the outskirts of Tokyo, but he didn’t. The two of you started hanging out at work and after - going out for lunch or dinner during your breaks, joking around, and watching movies.

Eventually, the benefits did start, and the benefits with Satoru are good.

Most people would think it’s because of his riches, and the penthouse apartment with a luxurious view of the Tokyo skyline and infinity pool that makes being friends with him so fun, despite his attitude.

He’s cocky, annoying, and can be downright childish at times.

But it’s actually when he’s sinking you down on his cock, and you feel like you’re being split in half by his rough thrusts that makes dealing with him and his antics worth every second.

By the time you’re able to actually leave the office and Ijichi’s clutches, Satoru had already gone home, long before you.

Satoru is quick to answer the door by the time you’ve arrived and knock gently a few times. He’s shirtless, a cocksure grin plastered on his face and in those gray sweatpants you like so much, hanging off his hip showing the sexy ‘V’ from his muscles.

It takes everything in you to smile back with a soft “hi,” kicking off your shoes at the entrance, and not immediately jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist.

Not that he would mind. You’ve done it before.

But you do actually want to vent to Satoru about work. He gets it and understands your frustrations. You’d talk to Shoko but she’s always so busy mending everyone’s injuries that it makes your complaints seem really not that bad in the grand scheme of things.

And Nanami… well, frankly he doesn’t give a shit because work sucks no matter where it’s at or what job you’re doing.

You watch as Satoru’s eyes trail your figure before turning around and grabbing two wine glasses from his cabinet, and grabbing the bottle the two of you were drinking from last time you came over from his fridge.

After work, you made a quick stop at home to freshen up and change into something a little easier to remove. And judging by the way Satoru’s eyes keep finding you each time he turns around, you’d venture to guess he’s a big fan of the little dress you put on.

“Did I tell you about the time,” You begin after Satoru fills your glasses, following him to the couch where you sit next to him, sipping on your wine, “Ijichi copied five hundred pages for Yaga but didn’t pay attention to the edges so none of them were aligned? And then Yaga blamed me and I had to spend my entire lunch break fixing it?”

Satoru hums as he watches you take sip after sip when you go into detail about your frustrations. Eventually, he takes the half-full glass from your hand and sets it on the coffee table in front of him before moving you to straddle his lap as you continue to complain.

“That’s crazy,” He murmurs into your neck as you feel his lips ghost around before nipping at a few spots gently.

You sigh, placing your hand on his chest and moving back slightly with a small pout, “You’re supposed to be listening to me complain until I feel better.”

“Thought you wanted me to fuck your brains out.” His eyes flicker between yours and down to your lips several times as he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face and tucks them behind your ear.

“I do, but…” You grab his hands, lacing your fingers together as span his arms along the back of the couch so he can’t touch you. He grins, watching as you giggle, struggling with the slight amount of pushback he’s giving you, “We’re friends, right? Friends listen to each other complain.”

He sighs, rolling his neck while muttering a faint “fine,” before moving his hands to your waist. He does actually listen this time as you continue talking to him, but not without rocking your hips against his ever so slightly.

“I just... I don’t understand how he became the Director,” You roll your eyes and sigh, knowing Satoru doesn’t want to spend the whole night talking about Ijichi of all things. “I feel like I just need to be in control of something for once, you know?”

Satoru grins, hands spanning your waist, letting his thumbs rub just below your breasts, “What’d you have in mind?”

“Well… There is something I’ve been wanting to try.” You bite your lip, looking at him with soft eyes, really unsure of how he’s going to take this request. “I want to tie you up.”

Satoru snorts, letting out a boisterous laugh and looking at you with the most amused expression you’ve ever seen, “Good one.”

“I’m serious. You do it to me all the time, I want to try it. Plus it’s not like you couldn’t easily get out of it if you really wanted to.”

Satoru stares at you, eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at the sincerity of your expression. His ocean-blue eyes flicker around your face, hands on your waist caging you into him.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about your time with Satoru, it’s that he has a hard time resisting when you sweet talk him while fluttering your eyelashes with big doe eyes and a slight pout on your lips.

You’re not sure if he’ll go for it, but with the number of things you’ve let him do to you, you should be allowed to have something every once in a while too.

Just to try it. Once or twice.

Maybe more, if you both like it.

“Alright.” He agrees easily with a sigh, lifting you off his lap and beckoning you to follow him to his bedroom.

“That was easier than I expected,” You mutter when he emerges from his closet with a few silky light blue ropes.

“You’ll be begging me to take control soon enough.” He’s confident, cocky, like always. “Where do you want me?”

You nod towards the bed, he smirks, undressing, his growing length giving away his excitement as he gets on his large bed.

He lays at the top of the bed, moving a few pillows under his neck to give support so he can easily watch you in action.

“Hands up.” You instruct as you climb onto the bed and straddle Satoru’s waist, still fully clothed. He smirks, crossing his wrists and holding them over his head, watching intently as you snake your lower lip between your teeth, concentrating intently on tying the knot and ensuring it’s not too tight.

You didn’t ask for it so you’re a little surprised and excited to see he’s not using his Infinity around his wrists to prevent you from actually tying him up. You’ll have to thank him for that later.

Taking the rest of the rope, you intricately tie several knots along his elbows before moving down to his shoulders, chest, abdomen, and at the base of his groin as he watches with a mischievous smile.

“Been thinking about this for a while, I see.”

“A time or two, yeah.”

Sitting back on your haunches, you admire your work. Not professional by any means, since this is the first time you’ve done anything like this. But it’ll get the job done and serve its purpose. The color of the rope Satoru chose looks great around his pale skin, and the way the ropes are tied around his biceps and abdomen makes his sinewy muscles appear so much bigger.

“Proud of yourself?” He quips when he sees a slight smile growing on your face.

You hum, looking over his neatly tied-up body before meeting his crystalline gaze, “Can I take a picture?”

Satoru frowns deeply at your requests before rolling his eyes and agreeing. Probably thinking about all the photos he has of you he has stored away on his phone.

Scooting off the bed and grabbing your phone, you snap a few photos - little keepsakes of the time Satoru fucking Gojo let you tie him up and ride him like a mechanical bull, should it be the only time he allows this to happen.

As you undress, he watches with awe and appreciation for every dip and curve of your body, and you don’t miss the way his breath hitches slightly as you slowly crawl on the bed to straddle his lap again. With a small chuckle, you place several small kisses on his lips, not letting him deepen them like he normally would.

Instead, you kiss and lick along his jaw and suck a few spots at the base of his neck before leaving littering his shoulders, chest, and abdomen with little red spots where your teeth scraped, marking him as yours.

He can easily heal these at any time, especially after you’re done tonight, but part of you hopes he doesn’t.

Your touch is feather-light, feeling every part of his warm skin, feeling and watching the way each of his muscles contracts as you move them lower on his body until you’re swiping your thumb over his hardened cock.

A smirk spreads across your lips as you look up at him through thick lashes, feeling the precum that’s already leaking from his tip. His pupils are blown, more black than blue as you lean down, licking your lips, and placing several small kitten licks on the tip and underside of his cock.

“Stop fucking teasing me,” He spits while bucking his hips, trying to force you to take his length down your throat.

“Don’t be a brat.” You stare at him with the same icy look he gives you when you whine too much. His brow quirks up and a smirk appears on his lips knowing precisely what you’re doing.

“Can’t handle five minutes with a taste of your own medicine?” You tut disapprovingly. “Pathetic”

Satoru glares at you while you grab his cock, slowly dragging your hand up and down with no intention of speeding up. And with the way he throws his head back with a frustrated huff, you can’t tell if he’s hating this or loving it.

He hasn’t tried breaking free, so you’ll go with the latter for now.

You can tell how badly he wants you, and you need it too - need that release you’ve been craving all week. So you ghost your lips around his skin as you slowly bring yourself up to his lap once again.

A soft gasp leaves your lips as you rub your slick pussy on his cock a few times, letting your neglected click rub against the head of his cock before lining yourself up, bouncing on his tip with a few short bursts.

Satoru watches intently, lips parted with pinkened cheeks waiting, surprisingly patiently, for you to slowly sink yourself down like you have so many times before.

Instead, you take him by surprise, slamming yourself down onto his hips. You both throw your heads back in pleasure while he tugs on the ropes at his wrist in an attempt to touch you.

“Fucking shit,” He groans out in a deep raspy voice.

Sucking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, you give yourself some time to adjust to being filled so completely by him. His chest rises and falls with each breath he takes as you place your hand on his knee, circling your hips against his and placing your other hand on your breast to get the stimulation you’re lacking from his hands being tied.

Usually, Satoru’s voice is deeper, more gravely, and rough with need when you’re fucking. But as he watches you squeeze your breast and pinch your nipple while moaning out so pretty as you bounce on his silky cock, he whines. A higher pitch than you’ve ever heard come from the man below you.

He’s staring at you with wide, pleading eyes. Watching where you’re connected with parted lips that are begging you not to stop.

And you don’t. Only because you might die right now if you did, with the burning sensation that’s quickly forming in the depths of your belly.

Satoru looks so pretty like this. With silk ropes that match his crystalline eyes, the soft pink blush from his cheeks has extended to the tips of his ears and down to his chest.

And god, the whimpers.

Fuck. You should have asked him if you could record this too.

One thing you learned about Satoru very early on in your friendship. He’s not an incredibly patient man. He can be, like how he displayed earlier in the night, but with your plan, you made one fatal flaw.

One he probably realized immediately, yet he let you continue on with your shenanigans. You didn’t tie his legs.

Lifting his knees, you’re forced forward, placing your hands on his chest and stomach, grabbing onto the ropes for dear life as he thrusts his hips, meeting your every bounce.

Skin slapping and moans quickly fill the room as he pistons into your hips at a relentless pace.

“So-so close,” You whine as you lean down and press your lips to his in a series of searing, sloppy kisses.

Your lips are barely moving in sync as you both concentrate on finding your releases, tongues pressed against one another and saliva connecting you both when you manage to pull away.

“Gonna- gonna fuckin’ cum, baby,” Satoru groans, “Gonna fill you up, gonna put a baby in you. You’d like that, yeah? Cause you’re mine?”

“Yes, yes, yes, fill me up, Satoru!” You chant, relenting control, despite you’re insistence on having it in the beginning, “Fill me up, make me yours.”

You both cry out, watching each other's faces contort in pleasure as your walls spasm on his cock so hard it’s like you want to keep him there forever. He can’t help the way he cums, back arching as a loud guttural groan fills the room once his seed is released into your throbbing pussy.

“God damn,” Satoru laughs, easily snapping the ropes with a flick of his wrist, pulling you into his chest. “Ijichi needs to fuck up more often.”

[emeraldspiral]

So from what I understand, the initial pitch for Invader Zim was that the main source of comedy was Zim thinking posing as an elementary school student was the best use of his time as a spy and making leaps of logic based on his lack of cultural knowledge. And we did certainly see stuff like that happen in the show, but I think over time there was a shift to more episodes focusing on the Zim/Dib rivalry or things going on in space that didn’t feature the skool setting at all or didn’t revolve around cultural misunderstandings to drive the plot. IDK if they did more of that in the comics, but here’s some ideas I feel were missed opportunities. Not including anything obvious like “skool dance” episode, or “forced to work with Dib on a project”.

1 - An episode that’s just Zim and Dib narrating short stories they wrote for a creative writing assignment. It might be low-hanging fruit for them to both write the same story of a real incident between them from either of their perspectives, or a self-insert wish-fulfillment fantasy about defeating one another. I kinda like the idea of Dib writing the kind of story he himself would enjoy, like a noir-style detective story with a supernatural twist or gothic horror ghost story. Zim would just copy a story told to him by GIR, which itself is a mangled retelling of something that happened on TV that neither of them actually understand, but no matter how ridiculous and nonsensical the plot was he’d read it like it was Shakespeare.

2 - Similarly, an episode that’s just Zim giving an oral presentation on a historical figure or event, but he gets a ton of stuff wrong due to misinterpretation, or mixing up factual sources with like, a historical fantasy. Like if he read TF2 lore and told the class that stairs were invented by Abraham Lincoln.

3 - Zim gets an exam/report card back and finds out he’s performing poorly, which makes him question whether he’s learned anything at all from all the time he’s spent gathering intel. He decides to put his plans for conquest on hold to spend more time studying, except he’s not studying anything actually assigned by the skool and nothing he learns is on his next test or useful for conquering the humans.

4 - Alternatively, Zim is warned that because of all his absences and poor performance he’s at risk of being expelled. Dib mocks him for it at the first, but then decides he’d rather not have to worry about what Zim’s getting up to all day while he’s stuck in class, so he decides to help Zim break into the server room for the skool’s computer system so they can change his report card, but because this is Zimworld the security system is ridiculously over-the-top and the stakes are a like a Die Hard movie.

5 - The skool needs a team to represent for an academic decathlon. Zim signs up because he wants to show off his superior intellect and Dib joins the team to keep an eye on him (and prove his superior intellect). Zim and Dib are the math and science experts while their other teammates specialize in different subjects but everyone except Zim at least knows enough about the other subjects to mostly get the answers right if they’re forced to answer something outside their specialty. Unfortunately all the questions Zim and Dib know the answers to go to their less science-minded teammates and they get stuck with all the insane questions about skinning moose and other lectures from Ms. Bitters that they didn’t pay attention to.

Either that, or they keep getting quizzed about pop culture trivia they don’t know because they don’t keep up with mainstream television. Zim ends up getting a question right that wins the game however because he remembered it from some insufferable show GIR watches constantly and everyone treats him like a fucking genius for it. Dib meanwhile is treated like an idiot for getting all the stupid pop-culture questions wrong.

6 - The class has to read some classic lit out loud and Zim’s over-the-top dramatic narration leads to him being asked to audition for the skool play. Zim scores the lead role and gets way too into method acting. To the point where Dib can’t even tell if he legitimately thinks he’s the character or if he’s just doing it to mess with him.

7 - Zim joins a skool club and quickly usurps the club’s leadership and rules over the other members with an iron fist, twisting it from its original purpose into just being a club dedicated to serving his whims/messing with Dib. It all falls apart for some stupid reason like one member leaving and forcing the club to dissolve because it didn’t have enough members or some forms not being filled out correctly or budget issues forcing a bunch of clubs to shut down. Meanwhile, Dib tries to start a paranormal club but can’t get any members and gets kicked out of every other club he joins for trying to steer it away from whatever its original purpose was to make it about the paranormal.

8 - Baseball/team sports episode. Zim and Dib are both actually pretty decent so their team begrudgingly puts up with them. They let their rivalry get in the way at first and don’t pay any attention to the skool’s rival team talking trash about their skool. Even when it turns into an 80s cliche where the skool will actually be closed if they don’t win the game they don’t care because it is a shit skool and if it closes they’ll just go somewhere else. It’s only when one of the rival team members interrupts Zim and Dib in the middle of their own little pissing contest that they finally get their act together and start strategizing with the rest of their team. They win and finally get a taste of what it’s like to be appreciated momentarily for carrying the team until everyone else finds out their shitty skool is staying open because of them.

9 - Some Yu-Gi-Oh/Magic-type card game becomes really popular and Zim decides to get into it to blend in and find a way to exploit it to gain power over the humans. Dib naturally gets in on it too and they get way too serious about it. It either becomes an over-the-top parody of Yu-Gi-Oh and its hyper-realistic holograms and battle arenas that turn card games into genuine life-threatening experiences for participants and audiences alike, or it satirizes the satanic panic by having some kind of reveal that all the cards are actually possessed by real supernatural spirits and the games are part of some nefarious third party antagonist’s plot to overrun the world with demons or something.

[daboyau]

You are being adopted. Do not resist.

“Ah-ah!” Two said loudly, reaching out to pluck the pen out of One’s hand. His brother grumbled softly, but didn’t put up any further resistance as Two shoved past him. He didn’t miss the flash of disappointment that crossed his counterpart’s face before being swiftly hidden away. “We don’t sign anything before reading it.”

Three laughed as he threw himself over his batch-mate’s shoulder, wrapping arms around his neck despite Two’s grumbles of displeasure. His posture was relaxed and open, his sharp teeth showing in an easy smile, but his eyes were hard as they darted between Hyde and Dr. Rude. He fought the urge to scoff; there was no way that that turtle ever went to medical school! 

“What’s it say?” Four asked, inching closer, trying to steal a peak at the many paged packet that Hyde had set out for them to sign. He was visibly sweating beneath his lab coat. 

“Ah, just some simple competition rules,” he said, voice pitchy and strange, just like Two’s got when he lied. Three saw his batch-mate’s snout wrinkle with distaste as he realized the same thing. 

“Please tell me I at least manage somewhat better than that,” he muttered, eyes not straying from the papers as he speed-read them. 

“You’re way worse,” One replied with far too much cheer, and snorted out a little laugh when Two’s tail snapped out like a whip to smack his leg. It left a raised welt, right above the bandages hiding his stitches. They’d have to take those out soon, since he was probably almost healed by now. 

From the corner of his eye, Three caught sight of Dr. Rude creeping a little closer, bright smile pasted on his face. The expression had shifted slowly from welcoming and friendly to manic and just-barely-holding-it-together the longer it had stayed in place. Three made a sound, low in his chest, and his brothers immediately stepped a little closer, closing ranks while turning slightly to ensure they collectively had no blind spots as they guarded Two. Their alternate selves watched closely, something like recognition and horror flickering over their features as they took in the display. 

“There it is!” Two suddenly exclaimed, tossing the heavy packet down. It hit the floor with a solid thunk. Geez, they could assassinate the president with a brick like that. Who let them carry something that heavy between dimensions? Wasn’t there a weight limit or something? 

“What’d you find?” Four asked, his fingers wrapped around One’s wrist. His dark eyes were intense and alert as he swept them over the gathered crowds. Though he had been so excited just moments before, Three’s signal for potential danger had snapped them all straight back into the easy rhythm that years of training had driven into them. Three trusted that his brothers would all take the potential threat seriously, at least until One or Three gave the all-clear. 

“There’s a clause in here that effectively renders this competition agreement an adoption agreement.” 

“Adoption?” One repeated, frowning and obviously confused. Four broke formation, just for a second, to lean around his brothers to shoot Hyde an incredulous and deeply disappointed look. 

“I think there’s another version of you here who’s already a teen dad,” he said, far too solemn for the way that their counterparts’ expressions got all twisted up in four uniquely hilarious ways. “If you want to be one, too, maybe you can talk to him about how he did it instead of trying to adopt One.”

“It was actually for all of you!” Champion cut in, far too cheerfully.

“Ugh, this is taking sooo long!” Dr. Rude lamented as he clambered up Red’s shell to perch atop it, crouched and staring at them with a predatory glint in his eyes. He looked like he was planning on leaping at them any second. The danger was obvious, which meant it was time to go. They didn’t need to get in a fight here, where they had no access to their weapons or supplies. One rumbled, deep in his chest, an order. 

Dr. Rude’s eyes snapped to him, fever bright. The smile dropped, leaving only a hollow eyed stare. His eyes seemed to spark and glow for a brief second. 

Four took a step backwards, Three closing rank in front of him, One and Two flanking him. Muscles tensed, ready to move. They were all watching their respective counterpart, noting the signs of a brewing fight, well aware that the second a single one of them moved the tension would shatter and it would begin. 

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Champion said, his voice low and soothing. Trying to talk them all down, even with his fingers curling tighter around the hilt of his sword and his muscles bunching in preparation to attack. 

“Sorry, but I think that it does,” Three shot back, baring sharp teeth in the brief flash of a menacing smile. They moved as one, taking another careful step back.

“Aw, that’s okay!” Dr. Rude cut in, staring at them from his perch on his brother’s shoulders. He tipped his head, and Three noted that Champion mirrored the movement at the exact same time. It was eery, how in-sync those two moved as identical grins twisted their faces. “We love a good fight.”

Three didn’t wait for more. He barked an order. As one, they turned and ran, the others right at their heels. 

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Spending Halloween With Them (headcanons)

Warnings: mentions of watching horror shows and playing scary games (not explicitly described), a lot of kissing in Naoya's (but it doesn't lead to anything s3xual) Gojo is an absolute menace and even dares to calls you one ="), Sukuna is another menace, pet names (pretty baby, mochi (gojo obv), baby)

A/n: I'm sorry I've been gone for so long =( I've had exams and I needed some rest for a while because I've just been feeling so tired but I'm better now and I'll be posting every week again! Take some of my headcanons and enjoy reading!

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna (Sukuna has his own body in this but isn't in his OG form), Zenin Maki, Okkotsu Yuuta, Inumaki Toge, Suguru Geto (basically high school Geto, before he became all you know), Toji Fushiguro (he isn't broke in this fic just so it isn't as confusing), Naoya Zenin (he isn't misogynistic (for Fem!readers) cuz he loves you a lot!) x Gender Neutral!reader

Itadori Yuuji

Is honestly very hyped to spend the whole day with you! He has a full plan on things to do, characters to dress up as and even places to go for the whole Halloween atmosphere!

The two of you go through his list of potential dress up ideas and the both of you end up just deciding to be vampires together, because Yuuji mentioned that he never dressed up as one before and we all know how cute he'll look as one!

The first thing he did when he woke up on Halloween morning was ask you, "trick or treat?", and when you replied with "treat" he started kissing you all over your face and upper body, muttering "I love you so much" in between kisses <3 (when you asked him what "trick" was he admitted that he wouldn't have kissed you the whole day as a way to tease you ="))

Will bring lots and lots of candy to your dorm room and the two of you probably will spend most of the day in bed, cuddling and watching horror movies while eating all the candy. Yuuji probably won't get scared at all and will just focus on the movie, but if he senses that you're scared, he'll pull you closer to him and stroke your hair gently 🥺

The two of you will definitely go around Jujutsu High and say "I will suck your blood" to basically everyone you see. Most of them were amused and thought that the both of you were really cute together, and some others decided to play along with the two of you and made you both chase them around to "suck their blood".

Definitely goes to Gojo to do trick or treating because that man has no shortage of candy and sweets. He'll drag you along and pretend to suck your blood in front of Gojo, which makes him laugh (since he thinks the two of you are really adorable together) and he ends up giving you both loads of candy, which Yuuji feeds you once you get back to the dorm.

Overall, Yuuji loves Halloween because he gets to dress up and spend time having loads of fun with you! He loved the smile on your face when you looked at the reflection of you and him in the mirror, wearing your Halloween outfits and he's determined to make you smile that way again next Halloween!

Fushiguro Megumi

He didn't think much of it honestly but he overheard you talking about it to the other first years and who was he to disappoint his precious s/o by not dressing up with them? He spends so long deciding on what outfits he thinks would suit the both of you and just hands you a really really long list for you to decide.

You definitely tease him and say that he should be a sea urchin and that you'll be some other sea creature, which makes him roll his eyes with a small smile on his face from your silliness. He gets worried when you actually start planning a sea urchin outfit for him though, and you couldn't help but laugh at the half-nervous, half-betrayed look on his face. You both ended up agreeing to the both of you being werewolves together!

When the two of you go around the school to show off your outfits, everyone takes so, so many pictures, especially the first years and Gojo, because it's not everyday that you see the Fushiguro Megumi walking around with fluffy wolf ears on top of his head! Megumi gets really shy and clings to you, but all you have to do is kiss him and tell him how cute he is for him to feel better 🥺

Of course, Megumi returns the favour and places kisses all over your face and tells you that you look absolutely adorable, which flusters you so much. He loves the blush that creeps up your cheeks and thinks you look so cute! He also makes sure to take lots of pictures of you and sets one of them as his wallpaper <3

Thinks trick or treating is silly until he realises that he probably can get his revenge on everyone and ends up pulling so many pranks and tricks. Even you didn't know how good he was at tricking people, and now you know that it's best to never get on his bad side.

Buys some Halloween sweets and food that are limited edition so that the both of you can enjoy snacking on them while watching scary anime. To your surprise, he knew quite a few good anime that had that scare factor that you were looking for, so you decided to let him pick what to watch.

Overall, he wouldn't outright admit it, but he enjoys spending Halloween with you a lot. From dressing up with you to holding you protectively when you get scared by the anime you both are watching, Megumi just really enjoys the fun he has with you on Halloween!

Kugisaki Nobara

She's hardcore about Halloween. Seriously. She has a whole checklist of things she wants to be for Halloween and makes sure to never repeat them. She decided to be a fairy princess (mainly because she couldn't decide between being a fairy or princess) and you obliged in her request of being her fiancé from the elf kingdom.

She does the shopping for the outfits and is very careful with her choices. Nobara takes into consideration what colours would look good together, what styles each of you like and so on. Rest assured that the outfits she gets look amazing! Not to mention the small little crowns she gets for the both of you! (because she's a princess and you're her prince/princess)

She's the type to head out with you to the streets of Tokyo and join the Halloween costume parades! She loves that she's able to show off her costume along with you on a large scale while admiring the outfits of others! And if that isn't your thing, don't worry. She'll parade around Jujutsu High with you while telling you how cute and amazing you look. She'll make the others compliment you as well just to make you feel more confident about yourself <3

Gets a lot of Halloween themed food! It doesn't necessarily have to be candy; as long as it has the Halloween vibes she rolls with it. She makes the effort to get different decorations too, and sets the table beautifully, with all the food and decorations placed in a really aesthetic way. She even bought small plushies of various Halloween creatures to place on the table!

Not a huge fan of horror or scary shows in general, so she really likes funny Halloween shows and movies. They add onto the Halloween vibes without scaring her, which is perfect. She'll laugh a lot even if she has seen the show before, and it makes your heart flutter to see how much she's enjoying herself 🥺

Will go around asking 'trick or treat?" with you and will absolutely take the chance to trick Gojo and the other first years just because she wants to. She enjoys it a lot and just likes the lightheartedness of the whole situation (and of course the looks on their faces when she tricks them!)

Overall, spending time with Nobara on Halloween is really fun and enjoyable! The two of you will definitely end up in fits of giggles and make many wonderful memories together!

Gojo Satoru

This man- He loves Halloween for so many reasons: lots and lots of sweets and candy, dressing up with his beloved s/o and just tricking and pranking everyone. He takes Halloween as a personal challenge to scare everyone in Jujutsu High and you better watch out because you're on the list too =")

He decides to dress up as a yeti of all things. Like a huge, furry and tall yeti. He wears his oversized fluffy and furry winter jacket with white jeans of all things, and then goes around chasing the students when they don't even know what he is. And he'll continue to chase them until they give him some candy (please explain to him that that's not how trick or treating works)

He spends the whole day literally harassing everyone in Jujutsu High to get candy and the only one who managed to get him to stop was Shoko because of how long she's been dealing with all his antics. He then compiles the candy into one huge bag and brings it back to share with you!

No matter what you decide to dress up as, this man will hype you up so much! He'll be taking pictures of you the moment you're done dressing up and will start texting everyone, telling them how cute he thinks you look. He'll definitely kiss you all over and call you his "pretty baby, his one and only precious mochi" while you try to touch up your makeup for your outfit. But seriously, he loves you a lot and thinks you look spectacular in your outfit <3

Will eat candy the whole day unless you pout at him to eat proper food. You're his only weakness and it's not like he can say no to you, right? So when you beg him to stop eating sweets and eat something more substantial instead, he orders take out for the both of you while calling you "a cute little menace that he can't say no to" and when he sees the proud smile on your face, he'll kiss you gently and say, "But you're my cute little menace who's just looking out for me, aren't you?" 🥺

Will purposely put on the scariest movie he knows for the both of you to watch just so he can get you to cling onto him. He loves it when you tug on his shirt and bury your face into his chest when you get scared of the show and he'll just smirk and pat your head gently while munching on the sweets he has. He'll never go too far though. If you get seriously scared, he'll change the show to something you like and hug you really tight to make you feel safe again.

Overall, he's an even bigger menace on Halloween, but it's cute to see him have fun and relax! Also, please give him lots of candy! He'll love you forever and cling to you for an hour at least while telling you how much you mean to him =))

Nanami Kento

He doesn't really care or think much about it since it's not really his kind of thing, but he will absolutely hype you up and support you when you decide to dress up for Halloween! He'll take so many pictures of you as you're getting ready for the memories and sneak up on you to kiss you at the most random times!

After seeing how happy and excited you are for Halloween, he decides to join in the fun just a little. When you were in the living room to get some of your props for your outfit, he hid under the blanket on your shared bed. The moment he heard you open the door, he moved a little, pretending that he was a ghost, and you couldn't help but laugh at how sweet your boyfriend was to join in the fun <3 (he decided to only do that and not jump out of some random place so he doesn't scare you too much!)

Will encourage you to parade around your shared apartment in your outfit! He'll video tape it while clapping and cheering for you to give you a little confidence boost! The more outfits you have prepared, the better! Kento doesn't care how long you take to get ready, he's happy with just being able to see you have fun showing off your outfits to him!

He's a great cook, and also a very caring boyfriend who doesn't want you to eat too much candy. So, he decides to plan a special variety of dishes for Halloween so that you can have food that gives off Halloween vibes without getting a sugar overload. He makes the nicest pumpkin soup and even shapes the rice he cooks into little ghosts!

He will buy you all your favourite candies and sweets for Halloween, but will remind you to eat them in moderation. He cares a lot for you and wants you to stay healthy, but he doesn't want to spoil the fun of Halloween! He'll let you eat as much candy as you like after dinner when the two of you are cuddling.

He reads a lot. Like a lot. All sorts of genres from horror to romance. It's only natural for him to know a few good horror stories to tell you and that's exactly how you spend the evening with him. Cuddling and eating your candy while he tells you some of the scariest books he's read (he mentally filters the books to make sure he doesn't scare you too much, don't worry)

Overall, spending Halloween with him is fun and you know that even if he doesn't really participate, he'll support you in whatever you want to do! He loves seeing how excited you get over dressing up and getting to eat your favourite candies!

Ryomen Sukuna

He never exactly knew much about Halloween but trust me, once you tell him more about it, it's a nightmare for you. He'll trick and prank you all day

He decides to dress up in his true form of all things. Using clothes and stuffing them together (in some way that actually works for whatever reason) to create the two other arms he's missing and painting his two other eyes onto his face. He actually gets up so early to do it so that by the time you wake up, you're not greeted by your boyfriend's sleepy face next to yours, but instead a four-armed, four-eyed monster that you don't register to be your boyfriend at first.

The rest of the day is just filled with him pranking and teasing you. From leaving a container of fake spiders in the fridge where your fruits are, to hiding all of your costumes for Halloween under the blanket on your shared bed, he seriously makes it his goal to trick you as much as possible.

Of course, he's out to scare you a little too. When you asked him what he wanted to have for lunch, you were met with an odd silence. You decided to go to your shared bedroom, which is where you assumed he was. And instead of seeing him lying down on the bed watching television as per usual, you saw him on the floor, a pool of (fake) blood surrounding him and a (fake) knife stabbed through his chest. You actually got so scared (he wasn't responding to you at all) that you started to cry and he felt really bad, so he stopped pranking you the rest of the day.

The two of you spend the rest of the day cuddling on the couch and eating different kinds of candy together! He knows he's scared you way too much, so he decides to show you cute little Halloween crafts and does them together with you to make you feel better! His favourite to make with you had to be the small ghost cutouts that you two stuck around the house afterwards <3

When you finally wore your costume, he was super impressed by the amount of effort you put in and the whole outfit you chose. He started to take loads of pictures with you (he was still wearing his outfit) and then carried you while showering you in praise because he thinks you look super amazing in your outfit 🥺

Overall, he's a huge prankster and takes Halloween as a great opportunity to scare you, but will make sure to spend time with you doing cute Halloween stuff like dressing up together and eating candy!

Zenin Maki

She knows about Halloween mostly because the other second years keep telling her that she absolutely needs to dress up and parade around Jujutsu High with them in their outfits. And of course, since you showed interest in dressing up, she couldn't say no.

She decided to dress up as a witch, and you couldn't help but want to be her black cat! She laughed at you at first, but when she realised how serious you were, she tried to convince you to be something else. Of course, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity for you to dress up with your girlfriend as a pair, so you persisted and she gave in.

Definitely hugs and kisses you all over after seeing you in your outfit. It's partially because she's really touched and happy that you decided to go as a pair with her, and also because you looked so cute in your cat onesie! She pats your head a lot and comments on how soft and fluffy your onesie is 🥺 (she lowkey wants to borrow it because she thinks it'll be nice to sleep in)

After the whole Halloween fashion parade with the other second years, she decided to go to your dorm, since it was fully decked out in Halloween decorations! She brought the candy she had bought a few days before and to your surprise, she just eats candy for lunch with you. She laughs when you ask her if she wants to eat more healthily, and rightfully points out that it's not everyday that she gets to eat junk food and nothing else for a meal. The two of you end up getting sick of the sweetness of the candy after a while and cook some savoury foods together!

The two of you definitely have a friendly competition on who can get more candy from everyone in Jujutsu High. You both set off at the same time and agree to meet back at the dorms at the same time to make it fair! When you both got back, you realised that the two of you both had the same number of candy despite having asked different people (and those people were giving random amounts of candy), which caused the two of you to burst out laughing! The punishment for the loser was to do whatever the winner wanted, and you both had a mutual agreement to cuddle while watching some horror comedies that night!

The two of you spend the evening and night watching shows and eating snacks! You gave Maki your onesie and she was very comfortable in it, so comfortable that she almost fell asleep from how warm and nice it felt! The two of you ended up sleeping in the couch together since you were both lazy to head to the bed, snuggling under a blanket and holding hands <3

Overall, spending Halloween with your girlfriend is definitely more fun than you expected! Maki is usually hyped and spontaneous when it comes to things you like to do, and Halloween wasn't an exception!

Okkotsu Yuuta

He used to be scared of Halloween and stuff because he didn't exactly get to see a lot of different outfits and somehow only saw the scary ones =( So when you asked him to dress up with you as animals, he was surprised because "do people really dress up as cute things on Halloween?"

When he found out that Halloween is just about dressing up as what you want, he felt really relieved! He picks out a cute bunny onesie for himself and you pick a matching one, but in a different colour. The first thing the two of you did when you changed into your outfits was to play with each other's fluffy bunny ears! He really enjoyed the whole process of getting dressed and doing makeup to make his outfit even more complete!

He takes loads of pictures of you and you do the same for him. The other second years eventually get tired of the two of you taking pictures of each other, and not together, so they make the two of you stand together and pose while they take a cute picture for the two of you! You all then parade around the school campus in your outfits while laughing and talking to each other about the inspiration behind your Halloween outfits!

Makes small little Halloween pastries for the two of you to eat! From ghost-shaped pies to pumpkin-flavoured cookies in the shape of pumpkins, it was truly a cute and delicious feast made by none other than your boyfriend! He even went to look for recipes for candy that the two of you could make together and needless to say, you both spent the rest of the day making different types of candy together <3

He knows you like keeping photos with him framed up in your room, so he uses the photo printer in the school to print out one of the pictures the other second years took for the two of you, and makes a special frame with cute Halloween stickers and drawings! He even adds small compliments, like "my baby looking really cute and adorable with me!" and "just two cute little bunnies!" along the side of the frame 🥺

He isn't a fan of scary shows or movies, so the two of you spend the evening talking to each other about what to do next Halloween! Yuuta honestly didn't expect himself to enjoy Halloween that much, but he can't wait for the next Halloween the two of you can spend together! He starts planning the different outfits the two of you could dress up in and the various activities you could do together! You couldn't help but kiss him because he just looked so cute and enthusiastic when planning, with his eyes lit up in excitement and his cute little rambling!

Overall, Halloween with Yuuta is sweet and wholesome! It's really just bonding time for the two of you, and you both enjoy it a lot. He's waiting eagerly for next Halloween, and you can't wait to see what kind of activities he has planned out for then!

Inumaki Toge

He really likes Halloween because he gets to prank people. Yeah he just likes it because he can finally make use of all his fake insects, whoopee cushions and other prank tools on the others! Of course, you're spared from his pranks, unless you request to be included (trust me you don't want to be)

Dresses up as an onigiri! You decided to go along with the food theme and dressed up as a piece of sushi and the other second years started to call you the "food couple", which wasn't untrue! He spent a long time trying to make his outfit from random cardboard boxes he had, and his effort truly paid off when you looked at him in amazement. It looked so real and you couldn't help but think your costume was much lamer compared to his. Of course, he would never let his s/o think that and immediately started texting you about just how cute you looked to him 🥺

Takes lots of pictures of the two of you together! He saves them to a special album he created on his phone for special memories he makes with you, and prints loads of those pictures out, with a copy each for both you and him! He then adds the pictures to his journal and decorates the few pages with different Halloween craft materials that you brought over to his dorm! You take the opportunity to decorate your own journal as well, and the two of you exchange journals at some point to write cute messages for each other <3

Will go on an intense trick or treat session with Panda and you, only if you want to! If you follow him, he'll make sure to show you the best tricks he has up his sleeve and you'll be laughing until your stomach hurts in no time! But if you rather wait for him in his dorm, he'll bring back all the candy he got and split it equally with you!

He gets kind of scared at some point of time because he tricked Maki for the fun of it, but she looked like she was ready to get her revenge on him anytime. You end up having to ask Maki to save the revenge for when she's paired up with Toge during training to allow your boyfriend to relax for the rest of the day.

He isn't a fan of scary shows either, so he spends the rest of the day eating candy and playing Halloween board games with you! It's a really fun way to spend the time together, and the both of you enjoyed it very much!

Overall, Toge will be an absolute prankster on Halloween and that's for sure! He makes it his mission to prank everyone except you after all! Nonetheless, he makes sure to spend loads of time with you and the both of you are guaranteed to enjoy the day together!

Suguru Geto

He likes Halloween mainly because he loves dressing up with you! You told him to surprise you with an outfit for Halloween and he planned like… 3 months in advance because he wanted it to be perfect! He ended up getting you a cute angel costume and he dressed up as the devil!

Helps you with your makeup and anything you might need when you're getting ready! He's really good at doing makeup for anyone, including himself, so he's more than happy to help you if you need him to apply any kind of makeup or face paint to make your entire look more complete!

Goes around and bothers Gojo and Shoko soooo much with you. You might be dressed as an angel, but that doesn't mean you have to act like one, right? Suguru has multiple plans to steal Gojo's candy and he makes sure that you're involved in all of them! You're basically an innocent little angel, looking really cute in your outfit while your boyfriend is the one dressed as the devil, the menace. So naturally the last thing your boyfriend's best friends would expect is for you to steal Gojo's bag of candy from the table he placed them on while your boyfriend was talking to them. The look on Gojo's face was priceless and needless to say, you and Suguru enjoyed pranking him a lot!

Your boyfriend knew how much you liked keychains and plush toys, so he made you and him a stuffed toy keychain each, according to what you dressed up as. You could tell how much time and effort he spent on perfecting all the small details on your angel keychain, from the way you smiled to the design of the outfit you were wearing! Instead of hanging it on your bag, you decided to keep it safe on the bedside table. Suguru thought that it was a cute idea and did the same with his, the two of your keychains leaning on each other beside your shared bed <3

He buys different types of candy that you've both never tried before so that you can have a small taste test and decide on which candies you would buy again, and which ones you would slip into the food of your worst enemies because they just tasted that bad. You both had a good laugh and had loads of fun reviewing the food as if you both were food connoisseurs!

Suguru prefers playing horror games over watching scary shows, so he picks out a game that the both of you can play. If you get too scared, he'll switch the game to another one that he can play by himself and he'll let you hide your face in his chest if you get too frightened! If he notices that you're seriously terrified, he'll definitely stop playing and switch to another fun and not scary game for you 🥺

Overall, Suguru is the best person you could spend Halloween with! You love everything the two of you do together on Halloween, and he enjoys it just as much as you do, if not even more!

Toji Fushiguro

He's heard of it, but he doesn't really care about it. To him, it's just some random event where people dress up and try to be scary and what not. But when you told him that you wanted to spend Halloween with him, he couldn't help but relent. He seriously loves you too much to reject your idea anyway.

You wanted him to be a prince, while you dressed up as a prince/princess. However, Toji had strong objections to it since he felt that he should be your knight instead. Someone who protects you and who is there to save you if you need it. You knew that he was pretty much set on the idea, and you weren't even expecting him to be so open to the idea of dressing up with you, so you agreed for him to be your knight in shining armour!

He wouldn't go out and parade his outfit with you in public, but you both have a photoshoot at home together for sure! You bring out your tripod, lights and even various props to make the whole atmosphere and scene more realistic, which Toji finds cute. Afterall, being able to see you excited over just dressing up was something he thought he wouldn't witness.

Brings you to a haunted house and makes a deal with you. If you didn't hold onto him or scream the whole way through the haunted house, he would buy you whatever candy and Halloween decorations you wanted. But if you didn't uphold your end of the deal, you would have to buy Toji whatever food he wanted instead of your candy. You lost the bet in the end (he actually brought you to one of the scariest haunted houses-) but he bought you your candy in the end because he just loves you too much 🥺

Will help you with setting up your Halloween party. He doesn't really get why you want to have a party, but he goes along with it anyway. You both enjoy lots of Halloween treats and candies while you tell him lots of Halloween stories you've heard before, mostly funny ones since you wanted to make him smile. He does smile in the end, but it's mostly because he could tell that you were having a lot of fun <3

You make him a small card with the pictures you took together with him in your outfits! You added cute ghost stickers and pumpkin drawings all around the card, along with a heartfelt message on how thankful you were for him going along with your Halloween plans. And Toji will never admit it but he was deeply touched and would definitely do it again with you next Halloween!

You can be assured that next Halloween, your boyfriend would still be participating in your Halloween plans! He just wants to spend more time with you and see you enjoy yourself lots more!

Naoya Zenin

Surprisingly, he really likes Halloween! He likes the feeling of being more carefree and relaxed while pranking people and getting candy! He also loves that he'll get to see you in a cute outfit and dress up with you!

He decided to be a wizard and you offered to be his assistant or something, but he told you to be whatever you wanted to be and not be influenced by whatever he chose. So you decided to dress up as a ghost who tailed your wizard "friend" everywhere he went! He was shocked when you told him that you wanted to follow him despite having such different outfits, but he wasn't going to refuse the company of his favourite person, so he made sure that the two of you were always holding hands when going around <3

He makes sure to tell you how cute you look every now and then! When the two of you were going for one of those Halloween parades on the streets of Tokyo, he held onto your hand tightly and whispered little compliments into your ear, which made you blush (not that anyone could see since you had cloth covering your cheeks). He also placed small and gentle kisses on the top of your head from time to time 🥺

Comes up with a full list of tricks he can pull on people but with you next to him, he doesn't feel like being mean. He uses the time he wanted to spend on tricking people to bring you to different places to buy Halloween themed things, like decorations and food, instead. He also brings you to a haunted house, which was actually meant mostly for children. But he couldn't risk scaring you too much so he decided that that was the best course of action.

Plays unique Halloween games with you. He loves mixing up all the candy you got in a huge bag and he'll make you pick one out, eat it and then he'll kiss you and try to guess what candy it was from the remaining flavour left on your tongue. You always get really flustered from it, but he still carries on with the game because he knows that you'll let him know if you don't like it.

His favourite thing to do is make different puppets of Halloween creatures and create a whole storyline with them! He always lets you give each puppet a unique personality, and then both of you think of a funny storyline for the puppets. It's fun, not scary and still Halloween related!

Overall, spending time with Naoya on Halloween is a good decision because he's gonna make sure you have as much fun as possible! He'll make you want Halloween to last forever.

Ahhhh sorry I'm a day (or two, depending on your timezone) late, I was having too much fun on Halloween itself AHAHA. I just love Halloween so much! Also I'm writing this at like 2am so I'm sorry for any typos =") Hope you enjoyed reading and Happy (belated) Halloween everyone!

© @j2lx, 2022

[thecameronchronicles]

Baby Daddy: Three

TW: FemxFem, smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: After a failed attempt to make Rafe understand you aren't at his beckoning call, you decide to make it clear. 

WORD COUNT: 1900

ORIGINAL CONCEPT

Anonymous asked:

Omg- would you consider writing one more installment of baby daddy before you leave is :’)

Baby Daddy: Three

He left you three nights ago. Edged. Pulsating. And unable to get off without his hands or his voice. Neither of which he was offering you. To make matters worse, he offered to take your son to school before fingering you in the parking lot and making you say you were his before leaving you again. His cum stained your hand your entire ride home with only a reminder of how much control he had. Once washing him off, you came up with a plan. 

It took twenty minutes to get ready and only half as long to get to his office. But where you were expecting his sheepish assistant, who you caught staring at your breasts one too many times, you found a new girl. All plans seemed to be out the window until you noticed the way she looked at your chest as well. 

The epiphany came and you leaned on the desk, learning her name. 

Scarlet. 

"How long did you say he would be?" You asked as she led you to his office as you noticed her eyes on your legs. Growing more nervous every second with you. Her nipples perky and tempting beneath her blouse. 

"He usually takes about an hour for lunch...it's only been about ten minutes." 

"Can I ask you something, Scarlet?"

"Of course!" She blushed with how quickly she answered. 

"Are you fucking him?" 

"What?! N-no-"

"It's okay if you are. I mean, I get it. He's suave and has a tongue that..." You arched your back and ran your fingers up your thighs at the idea. 

"Makes a girl sorry she dumped him..."

"I haven't. I swear..."

"No?" She was honest. But turned on. "Do you want to?" 

She bit her bottom lip. Her eyes cast to the side as you stood and began walking towards her. 

"I don't blame you, Scarlet. He's sexy. Successful. Single..."

"He's in love with you..."

"Makes one of us..." You lied. You loved Rafe in your own twisted way. One of those being the seduction of his assistant all to make him understand. 

"You ever think about him outside of work?" You asked, running your hands over her naked arms as she swallowed hard. 

"You can tell me...it's just girl talk..."

"I think about..."

"Yes?"

"Him coming to my desk and eating me out..." I grinned, "While you watch..." 

"Oh?" She nodded as you brushed over her nipples. 

"So you want to come for me then?" 

"Oh my God..." You twisted her nipples as she gasped. 

"It's okay...you're a beautiful girl, Scarlet. But are you a good girl?" She nodded. 

"So if I touch your little pussy, you'll be wet for me?"

"You don't even have to, I'm dripping right through..." She lifted her skirt to show you. 

"So you are...poor thing...let me help..." You were slow to start. A palm against her clit as you walked her to the edge of Rafe's desk. Her hands shuffled papers as she rode hard against your hand as she created her orgasm. 

"Be good for me, scarlet. Come for me..." 

"I'm not quiet..."

"Even better." She erupted with whimpers of ecstatic chaos before holding your hand to her. 

"Oh my God!" Horror filled her face. "Oh my God...oh my-" You were suddenly between her legs as those worries turned back into ecstasy. 

"How about you give me one more and we see how good of a girl you are on your knees for me?" 

RAFE'S POV

Why wasn't she home? She was always home midday! Was she on a date after I wouldn't let her come the last three times? I palmed myself behind the red light at the thought. Having to hire an assistant who wouldn’t be interested in me just to keep from fucking her between romps with my ex. My hand, however, was not so lucky. 

Shit. 

One pump. 

Two pump. 

Fuck. The thought of her face when she was close. The sound of her-

Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

HONK! 

I pressed hard on the gas, teasing my phone to my ear where she ignored my call. She better be half naked in my office or my cock was gonna be stopped raw with how hard I was gonna make myself come in honor of her edgings. 

I stormed through the office. Using the elevator before watching a few curious employees angling themselves towards my office. My assistant was fired when I saw her again for letting anyone in my office without permission. 

"Fuck!" The exclamation made my blood boil. 

That bitch!

I expected Topper. Maybe even the Maybank kid I hired as custodial crew as his wandering eyes always caught my girl. But not this...

"Just like that!" She ordered Scarlet as I stood in wait to my ex girlfriend being eaten out by my assistant. The sight made me so fucking hard that I nearly came three times before I acted. 

"Get back to work!" I howled, slamming the door before she turned to face me. 

"Mister Cameron!" Scarlett gasped before she was buried back between my girl's legs. 

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Coming all over your fucking desk...what is this? Three times? Might be four...she's soooo..." Her back arched as I saw the evidence. Cum stained contracts and I groaned at knowing what I missed. 

"You like her between your legs?"

"I think the fact I've already come that many times should be...Fuck! Yes! Like that!" I took Scarlet's hair, wrapping my fingers tightly to guide her against my girl. 

"Rafe-"

"I make you come. No matter how hard this makes me...and I'm fucking stone..." I paused, considering using both of them for me. Both bent over my desk. Both available. Kissing each other. Fingering each other as I took turns on their-

"Fuck..."

"Hurts doesn't it?" I scoffed realizing what this was. 

"You playing with me, baby?"

"She is...and she's even better than you..." I forced Scarlet harder into her snatch as she cried out in ecstasy. 

"Yeah? That better?" 

"So much!" I noticed how scarlet was using her own hand and I captured it and sucked in the fingers. 

"Pity. Because nobody is as sweet as you..." Scarlet ignored the insult. 

"Leave..."

"Don't you dare...oy God!" She moaned as Scarlet fingered herself faster. 

"Get the fuck..."

"Rafe! Please! She's so good...."

"Yeah?" Before you could come, he took the back of Scarlet's neck and forced her to take his dick. Fucking her face, yours pulled open in awe. The way her eyes watered made you understand the beauty he commented on watching you do the same. 

"Shit, you weren't kidding! I think I could come..." Suddenly you were jealous of the way Scarlett smiled. The game was no longer fun as it was a challenge. Climbing off the desk, you took his cock from between her breaths and took over. His eyes rolled as he pulled your hair, the second you found a rhythm, he deprived you of him. 

"No baby...she might be even better...fuck! She doesn't fight me...and she doesn’t even gag." Your eyes narrowed as you pushed her away completely and sucked him down. 

"Fuck baby! That's it. You want my attention? She was willing to cry for my cock ..what would you do?" You tasted his release when slowing to take him completely. 

"Look at me when you choke on it." He scoffed. "Thank you, Scarlett, you're dismissed." She nodded. "Oh...and you're fired." 

"But-"

"Leave!" He hissed to the depth you took him. Hollowed cheeks and eyes rolling to the moans made of your name. 

"Do you see what I do for you? Now I have no assistant...I'm gonna be behind now because you're such a little whore for me..." He yanked you to the desk, bending you and thrusting only once as he buried himself to the hilt. The pain was excruciatingly erotic and made you tremble as his hand wrapped to your front. Your clit begging as you nodded. 

"I should make you spend all day on your fucking knees while I have to work...Shit, I still might...but I need to fuck this pussy and get my load inside you-" He began, rough and direct. Stretching you as you could scream. 

"They already know what you're doing...don't hold back-" He growled as you moaned without care. 

"If they could only see you right now..." He paused. "Matter of fact..." He pulled you to his door. The plague glass would be enough to make out your silhouette as he pushed you against it. Fucking you and fingering your clit as you could both here mutterings on its rivaling side. 

"Bet you're making them so fucking hard right now....give them a reason to be...right now!" You were taken hard against the glass. 

"That's it.. let them hear you..." He slapped your ass. Hard. Hard enough to send you completely against the glass and stiffen. Again. Three times. 

"Yes!" You cried out as he pulled your hair. 

"I'm fucking coming...oh God...take every fucking drop in that tight little cunt ...come on...take it! Yeah yeah yeah...." He pulled out immediately, lifting you back to the desk and fingering you hard enough to make the squelch audible through the door. He covered your mouth. 

"Listen..." The sound of his fingers was the only thing he allowed. "Fuck, I'm already throbbing again..." 

"Rafe!" You muttered into his hand. 

"Squirt or I'm taking that ass..." He began to press to the tight hole and your eyes rolled. 

"Ooh...you want me to?" You bit your bottom lip. 

"Oh fuck...come right now...right now and you'll get me there..." You tremors between sobs but he pulled you upwards, fucking his fingers harder as you squirted against him. 

"Keep fucking coming...oh yeah..."

"I can't!"

"You will!"

"Oh God!"

"I'm your fucking God, you call my name...you soaked my cock...you have my fingers making you come. You say my fucking name...come on..."

"Ra-"

"Is it too good baby? Am I too deep? Feels so fucking good don't ir?"

"Oh God...I'm gonna..."

"Yeah?"

"Fuuuuck...oh baby..."

"Do it " 

"Ahhhhhhh! Rafe! I'm coming!" 

"Yes the fuck you are...oh shit....look at that...oh damn..." His forehead rested against yours. 

"Oh my God..."

"Did that go how you thought? Is that what you wanted to have happen?" You glared. "Because next time you feel anyone between your legs, you'll find their last breath to be making you come. Because it was hot enough to watch. But nobody else gets to see you come." 

"Rafe..."

He dragged you by your hair until you were on your knees beside his desk. "Now you're gonna blow me all afternoon, making me come until I fucking say. Gotta lot of work to do without an assistant."

"Did you make her do this?"

"Would you be jealous?" You wanted to fight it, but you couldn't do it, you only nodded. 

"No baby. I've only come inside you...and I plan to all night. So shit the duck up and swallow me. And don’t think I’m paying you a fucking dime.”

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[mayullla]

Title: They are scared.

Character(s): Multiple characters mentioned (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Genshin haunted doll au; Your father's friend decided to give you a dollhouse that once belonged to his daughter who didn't need it anymore. It was cute really, how much you adored your dolls, playing house in the doll house yet your parents could not but only watch in concern.

Warnings/tags: Father and mother/parents pov, female reader, child reader, tw!horror, obsession themes, dark themes, little blood, your parents are anxious and worried.

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It was that one time when your father’s friend decided that he should give you the doll house. Cleaning his garage he saw an old house that once belonged to his daughter. It was a big house around the size of a one-person couch that he custom-made for his daughter back then.

His daughter absolutely loved that dollhouse. Always excited to play with it after school playing princess and tea, singing competitions and more. She treasured that doll house...

Well till she started screaming, begging her parents late at night to get that house away from her. Tears were in her eyes as she cried and cried. She didn't stop crying till he had to take the house to the garage. His little daughter stopped crying after that, her eyes red and raw from the constant rubbing but she never went to the garage where she knew the doll house was. Even after she has become an adult she never took a step toward that room.

“My little girl also used to love dolls, had a collection of them and asked me to get her a costume doll house made on her birthday.” He told your dad, about the house planning finally get rid of it. Your dad had a contemplated look thinking about you and how you treasure your dolls.

“It seems that she grew out of that phase and while we were able to sell most of the dolls or give them away.” your dad's friend continued, “Nobody really wanted that house, and it was left rotting in the garage. So I am asking if your daughter wants the toy house."

"So how about it?"

The glee on your face was so obvious when you saw the doll house your father was carrying. Your mother was shocked when she saw it clearly not told beforehand about it but what she could when you refuse to have it returned and cling to the dust thing.

You played with the doll house often and while your mother wasn't really happy but instead of nagging your dad for bringing such a dirty thing, she helped you clean the house. Your father was satisfied that you were happy as you talked to your dolls that now they have a home too.

Your parents watched you show the house to your dolls acting as if you were a seller trying to show off just how amazing this toy house was. Your parents chuckled at your enthusiasm.

If they have known. If only they have known... they would have not accepted this horrid thing into the house. Would rather burn the whole house along with the other dolls just to keep you safe.

But they didn't know, instead... they just smiled.

They didn't know that when you told them that your dolls can finally talk and that those were not dreams or something of the imagination but something so real. Something craving for their little daughter's soul.

How you describe each doll's personality and quirks were too detailed... too much for a child to make up on the fly. Sometimes they thought that maybe you could become a writer, when you spoke about the poems that your doll Kazuha had gifted to you thinking they were your own thoughts when it was not.

But then... how you started to know more about things they didn't know.

Did you learn this all from kid cartoons? Or did you have a friend who was interested in small random facts and dumped it all on you.

Their smiles slowly started to strain a bit when they watch you talk more and more about these imaginary friendships you made with the dolls.

When your mother was supposed to teach you math, like addition and subtraction and timetables you told her that you already knew and studied with the help of dolls. Were you just trying to run away or were you serious...?

She wasn't sure what to think when she saw that in fact, you knew what you were doing already. The answers are all circled as corrected when she gave you a little exam.

Your father was surprised when he took you to the cookies aisle at the marker telling you to pick something you would dully tell him that nothing was yummy compared to the food that your dolls made. Your father chalked it up to your imagination being so bright that you could even taste flavors in them.

He didn't understand a child's mind too well. It has been too long after all. You still grabbed some sweets telling him that you want to share something with them again much to your father's confusion....

Then again kids were hard to understand...

You tend to get lost often yet somehow when you have a certain doll if they were not mistaken called Kazuha. You would always find them soon after, surprising them by calling them from behind. In markets and malls, you would call out to them from behind as they were desperately searching for you when you suddenly disappeared.

You were too quiet, how you stared at your parents was too eerie... creepy...

All kids do that... naughty kids and if not that curious ones. Everyone dismissed your parent's worry when they tried to open up to them telling them it was just kids being kids. You know how creative kids can get?

It should be fine, right? After all, when they look at your smiling face full of happiness and you played in the dollhouse with your dolls they could not see anything wrong with it.

They choose to ignore it when they tried to reach you only to touch the wind as their hand passed through you yet the next time, panic they tried you again this time able to. They choose to be ignorant to the fact that you sometimes feel like frost when they touch you.

How many times your mother got small cuts from something sharp on the doll house cutting her fingers when she tried to clean it. Hostile, the eyes of the dolls were when you were at school, your dad rubbed his eyes to get a proper look only see... nothing.

Normal...

They wish they didn't see anything, didn't notice anything, that they were a normal family. Yet sometimes your mother would softly cry in your parent's bedroom away from your eyes or how your father sometimes was more prone to anger because he was too stressed.

They are scared.

[chase-ingjackson]

A few reasons I like and dislike the the new Percy Jackson show (and why I think the musical is better) - initial reaction

To start, I think this new PJO show is a million times better than that dumpster fire of a movie (though I love logan lerman <3). I like that it is quite faithful to the overall arcs and major plot lines of the book. I love the diversity and high caliber of actors (though I def have some Viria-art inspired character images in my head that are god-tier). I love some of the characterizations/portrayals, especially when it comes to making the character more complex (I really appreciate TV Sally for being a real person with complex emotion, though of course book Sally is my fav). And I love that it's so high budget and hgihly-anticipated (great marketing) that it is bringing this beloved story to a greater audience, especially the younger generation and older generation (as parents/grandparents) than those of us who grew up with the series.

I can boil down all of my dislikes of this show into one overarching but very essential part of the show: I don't like that it is a drama. The characters are way too serious and too every-other-moment-we-need-an-instense-heart-to-heart. What I think this show should have been is a comedy adventure with drama/melodrama sprinkled in. In the books, it's all about the banter. And the TV show does some good one-liners, but it's always so serious. I think the best part of the book is that the characters can stay light-hearted and fun despite the horrors and terrors they face. In the show, the gods spoon feed the trio most of the answers, so when they do have a good realization (SPOILER: e.g. Kronos being the orchestrating force) it kind of comes out of nowhere. TV Annabeth is so serious (I know in the first book she is her most serious, but not to this degree) and a lot of the moments when she has time to use her smarts are gone or approached differently. Percy, too. He's not just self-sacrificing (which they really lean into in the show) but he's also incredibly smart and silly. In the books he's kind of a surface-level himbo with great critical thinking, but in the show he's kind of left in the dark and doesn't get opportunities to make his own plans (also, he doesn't seem to know how to control his power (by the 7th episode); whereas in the book he def did at this point. Then there are just dumb changes to make the show more "serious" like not mentioning that cell phones attract monsters or that monsters just smell demigods and not have a 6th sense for them. I'm finding that by trying to change these small details to make it something more exciting or interesting, it's distancing us existing fans by not letting us relate to the small details that really don't matter. For the cellphones, they still use Iris messages rather than getting a payphone or something, so that's kind of a plot hole in the show that is answered by the book.

Anyways, those are my main takeaways. Now, when I say "the musical" I refer to The Lightning Thief: The Percy Jackson Musical by Joe Tracz and Rick Rokicki which first premiered in 2014 but got revamped and redebued in 2017 (which is when it came into my life). I got to see it live in Toronto in 2019 with my middle school best friend, but have been an avid listener of the soundtrack since 2017 (the day it came out on streaming platforms).

The musical in my eyes is a nearly-perfect adaptation of the book. It's soo funny - def the action comedy I'm after, but does have the meaningful emotional moments (ballads, which are essential in musicals). The show itself if the full package; however, even just listening to the soundtrack gives you the whole gist. Here's a link to hte soundtrack on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFwX6FWeUFQ&list=PL0hK1fYMaqXbtZ0Fhm48TYcLJl7ikNX7Q&ab_channel=TheLightningThief%3AOriginalCastAlbum

Anyways, I want to hear more thoughts and pls tell me what you think of the show (and the musical!!)

[thatswhatthepoetssay]

One Way Ticket

Tate Langdon x Reader | Angst |

Summary: Seven months worth of empty promises. Seven months of waiting for things to change yet somehow they always stay the same. Trying to change the outcome of an already released film, is just as pointless as trying to leave the Murder House.

Word Count: 865

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Ten months ago, YN moved in into the famous house of horrors in Los Angeles, California.

Nine months ago, a strange yet compelling boy next door introduced himself to her as Tate Langdon, one of her neighbors from down the street.

Eight months ago, the pair shared their very first kiss.

Seven months ago, Tate had asked YN to be his girlfriend, to which she of course agreed.

At first everything was absolutely perfect, Tate would come over every day and since YN has been busy with finishing her last year of high school online, it was the ideal plan. She wouldn’t have to leave her house and could focus on her studies, and Tate could enjoy his “nature walks”, as he called them.

The two teens enjoyed spending time together and could confide in one another about different troubles.

However as summer approached, the honeymoon phase of their relationship seemed to end. They started getting into more and more fights, which would almost always end up in Tate begging for forgiveness.

At first the fights were about small things that piled up, but as time passed their problems only grew.

After finishing school, YN wanted to get out of the house more, maybe even book a trip for the summer. Tate however wanted nothing to do with those plans. He was set on sticking to their regular routine and would always insist on putting off her plans for different times.

One day after suggesting yet another fun summer activity and getting turned down yet again, the poor girl has had enough.

“Alright you know what.” Tate gave her a look but continued looking through her cd collection.

“Why do you always insist on always staying at my house? I there like a warrant for your arrest that I don’t know about?” She scoffed.

Tate simply mumbled something about privacy turned to look out the window. He knew he couldn’t tell her, she would think he was absolutely crazy and would kick him out. He was genuinely surprised that none of the other spirits showed themselves to her yet.

After deciding that silence wasn’t a good enough response, YN let out a sigh and moved towards the door.

“You need to go. Now.” At that Tate turned back to her, his eyes widened at her words. For six months of their relationship they hadn’t fought once. However after summer started they seemed to fight quite often.

“Wha-what? Please YN don’t.” He pleaded.

“No Tate, I’ve had enough. You’re always so secretive, you never wanna do anything outside my house. Speaking of, i’ve never even been to yours!” She exclaimed as her cheeks began to heat up from anger.

“I’ve tried to be understanding, I really did. But I can’t keep doing this anymore. Leave and don’t come back Tate.”

He couldn’t help but just stand there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Tate knew he couldn’t just walk out because she would watch him leave. She would see how as soon as his foot steps over the property line he disappears.

“Fine since you wanna be difficult, i’ll leave. But you better be gone by the time I come back.” She stated as her pointed finger poked his chest.

Quickly YN grabbed her purse and phone making her way into the hallway. She carefully went down the stairs and reached for the door handle.

As the front door opened she felt a punch to the gut and let out a yelp as she fell to the floor. At first she thought she was getting robbed, but the attacker seemed to only be interested in her.

She received a few more punches to her abdomen, then a women’s face came into view. She had a blonde updo and strangely familiar facial features.

“Stay still dear, shouldn’t be long now.” The woman whispered as she gently whipped the tears off of YN’s face.

Before YN could comprehend what had happened the woman left. That’s when the girl moved her hands towards her stomach. As her fingers touched the fabric of her shirt, she realized it was soaked with unknown liquid.

At first she thought that maybe she had spilled something. However, as YN raised her hand to inspect the unfamiliar liquid, she quickly realized it was none other than blood.

Panic started to overtake YN as she figured out she was stabbed by the blonde. Her eyes darted across the foyer in an attempt to find her phone and call for help.

As she lay on the floor, unable to get up or even move, a few stray tears escaped her eyes.

She had only recently graduated, her life was only beginning. She should have gotten to live it to the fullest and enjoy all the joys of it. Instead she was robbed of that. YN would never graduate college, travel the world, or marry the love of her life.

While her mind was racing with thousands of thoughts, her eyelids slowly became heavier. Her breath became labored and her whole body continued to shiver.

After a few more minutes of agony, YN became yet another victim of the Murder House.

Another soul added to the collection.

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Ps: Hi guys! I know i’ve kinda disappeared for a while but im back. I would really like to start writing more so here I am. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! <3

Kisses and hugs, Anna

[anrieee]

⇝ 02.5 - ✍︎︎ how it happened

You woke up on the first day back to school feeling refreshed. You woke up early, showered, and even ate breakfast. You rarely ate breakfast. Usually, you’d have turned off multiple alarms to get a “little bit more” sleep and wake up abruptly either by Lumine or you realize that you’d have little time to get ready. You would then scurry to prepare and rarely get to eat anything until lunch; by then you would be very hungry and grumpy. So far, today was going great. You smiled and nodded to yourself. If you could, you would have given yourself a pat on the back.

Lumine looked at you weirdly. She pointed the spoon that she was using to eat the cereal at you, “Okay, you’re creeping me out. You’ve been smiling for the past five minutes and it’s reminding me of those dolls in a horror movie.”

“Shut up.” You grumbled. “Keep eating your breakfast or we’re gonna be late.”

“That’s more like it.” Lumine smiled cheekily and continued to eat.

—

“Wait for me here, I’ll be right back.” Venti said hastily, smiling sheepishly.

“Wha- huh? Wait wait wait- why?!” You sputtered out.

“I forgot my wallet. I promise I’ll be back!!” Venti called out, already jogging away.

“Ah… okay.” You sat on one of the benches.

You’re pretty awkward when you’re on your own in public, so you don’t really know what to do. That is probably why you’re pretty reliant to your phone. ‘I guess I’ll just go on my phone.’

You look around the place, checking if Venti is back already. He’s not back, but you do catch someone looking at you. Or are they?

‘Shit I think I made eye contact with them.’ You tried to play it cool and pretend that you are looking at something behind them. ‘Fuck, they’re coming this way.” You reach for your phone and plan to use it to evade a conversation with the stranger, but by the time you got it out the stranger was already in front of you.

“Uhm.” You pressed your lips together uncomfortably.

“Hi!” The stranger greeted sweetly and smiled charmingly.

‘Their smile is cute.’ You could feel your skin heat up slightly. “Hello.”

“How are you?” They asked.

“My day is going great.” You answered politely. “How about you?”

“Doing good!” They flashed another smile.

No matter how cute their smile was it didn’t make you less awkward. “What’s up?”

“I like you. Go out with me?”

huh?

HUH?

WHAT?

You were speechless that all you let out was: “Huh?”

“I know it sounds sudden, but I’ve liked you since our first year in college together.”

You don’t know what to say. You don’t even know this guy or at least remember him. Oh god, why do they like you anyway?

He continued, “Of course it’s okay if you don’t like me back. But I’d also want to be given a cha-“

You squirmed uncomfortably in your spot, “I-I’m sorry! I’m with Scaramouche already!”

huh.

HUH?

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?

You screamed internally. If you could, you’d have torn your hair apart already. Your hand twitched; you wanted something to squeeze right now. Or somewhere to scream. Of all people why’d you have to blurt out that name.

The stranger’s brow shot up for a quick second before they were showing a disappointed face. They forced a smile, “I see. I’m sorry for bringing this up with you. I hope you have a good day.”

You watched their figure get smaller as they walked further away and you let out a sigh of relief. That was SO weird and awkward!! What the hell was that?

And what was up with you? Why was the first person you thought of Scaramouche? You start to overthink what might happen and how it might affect your life.

You breathe in and out. Okay, calm down. It’s okay. Nothing’s gonna happen. You rarely even interact with Scaramouche in campus, so it’s okay!

Everything is just perfectly fine. Maybe blurting out Scaramouche’s name wasn’t that shabby.

just a hater — [ prev | masterlist | next ]

Synopsis: In which you major in astronomy and scaramouche is the biggest astronomy hater (in your eyes). What happens when someone confesses their feelings for you, and you not knowing how to handle affections, suddenly blurt out that you are already taken. By who? Well, scaramouche of course.

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