#i'd kill to take billy's place

[theflashesoflove]

i finally had enough time and energy to watch flux gourmet and- jan stevens- she- i- when she- and i just- what the fuck

[kuroosdarling]

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝟐: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖗

⌈✘⌋- Starring: Ghostface!Suna

⌈✘⌋- cw: MDNI !! knife play (the knife is plastic tho-), mask kink, slight choking, dacryphilia, face-fucking, degradation, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, threesome hehe

⌈✘⌋- summary: enter the killing floor and try to escape ghostface. although be weary, as there’s a rumor that he’s not the only killer on the loose.

kinktober m.list

Through the door led to the next room; The Killing Floor. It was semi-molded after the house set in the last scene of the movie, where Billy Loomis and Stu Macher met their vicious end. The house was an unorchestrated maze, winding hallways and sharp turns; really trying to play up the overall unsettling theme. There were so many spots where someone could easily hide – watching you as you navigate your way through. Every so often, the lights would flicker off, the only source of light coming from the faux lightning that would strike every so often.

The light flickers out again as you walk through the house right after you see something flash by in the corner of your eye. Against your better judgment, you continue onward, chalking it up to a figment of your imagination. There were flickering lights, so of course you’d see something that wasn’t really there, right?

You pass by a few closed doors in the narrow hall and swear you see someone at the dark end of the room. It spooked you more than you anticipated as you bolted to the main room; the kitchen. The kitchen was just like it was in the movie, completed with the small island counter in the center of the room. How much did they put into this production?

There was no telling where the next door was. It might’ve been somewhere along the way to the kitchen, but you felt like this is where you had to go next. The silence in the room was deafening, the only thing that could possibly ground you was your ever beating heart filling up your ears with a buzz of excitement. You knew you should be dreading this, but adrenaline coursed through your veins.

A dark shadow whizzed around ahead of you, causing you to stop in your tracks. A distant ring of the phone pierce through your ears, sending a cold chill up your spine. There was no telling where the phone was coming from, it sounded like multiple were going off just to fill your head with its constant piercing ring. 

The moment the phones silence themselves, a gloved hand slams into the wall, effectively blocking you from going anywhere.

“Not so fast, princess. I wanted to ask you what your favorite scary movie was.” A distorted voice calls out. Your eyes trailed from the dark glove up his arm to the white mask that covered his face. He takes a step closer, a cold piece of plastic touches your face, causing you to jolt away from it. “Scared of a little knife? That’s cute.”

All words escape you as you stare wide eyed at the masked assailant. Terror coated the tip of your tongue as you hastily gulp it down, letting curiosity fill its void. Ghostface tilts his head to the side and you could practically feel his eyes trailing all over you, taking every piece of you in as he has you pinned down with his knife.

“Not one of many words, huh?” The hand that was on the wall moved to push your shoulder against the hard surface, locking you further into place. “And here I was hoping I'd hear a pretty scream from those lips of yours.”

“You don’t scare me.” You whisper, looking up at the hooded figure as your newfound courage takes hold. If he wanted to play with you, then game on. “So do your worst.”

“Oh we’ve got a brave one, huh?” Before you could ponder too much on the “we” part of that sentence, his hand trails down to your exposed thigh, the cold leather smoothly gliding against your skin, sending chills down your back. “I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, ‘almost don’t wanna share.”

His hand roughly grips your thigh, causing you to yelp out in surprise. The knife slowly trails from its spot on your face down your neck, pivoting forwards to slot itself in between your breasts; the plastic moving in motion with the beat of your pacing heart.

Every slow, small touch sets your body on fire. Even the plastic gliding against you felt more intimate than it should’ve. The fact that he hadn’t given you any skin on skin contact or even a hint on who he was had your mind reeling. But you don’t want him to know that just yet.

“I bet a little slut like you is already wet, hm?” He asks, the distorted voice crackling under the mask. The urge to rip off the mask only grew stronger; anything to try and put this guy in his place. But at the same time, the other part of you let him keep it on. The mysterious vibe only makes everything hotter. The knife shot back up towards your neck, under your chin to prop it up towards him. “I think I asked you a question.”

“Yeah I heard. Why don’t you find out yourself? Unless you can’t handle it.” You bite back, a grin spreading across your face. The room spins as you’re twirled around to face the wall. The knife that was under your chin slipped down your back instead, pinching the exposed skin.

“Such a little brat, huh? That damn mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, y’know.” A low chuckle hums behind you, free of any distortion. Was the mask off? You go to turn your head but he’s quicker, keeping you facing the wall by lightly pushing down on the back of your head. You clench your thighs together at the way he was speaking to you, his voice crystal clear and so sure of itself. He dipped his head down towards your neck to put his lips right by your ear “I don’t think so, princess. You don’t have the right to see my face just yet.”

He gently kisses your ear before placing small kisses down your neck, slightly humming along to one of the spooky songs that was playing earlier. It’s a direct juxtaposition to how he’s treating you, and it only makes your head dizzier. He's paying close attention to you, keeping track of every reaction he can pull from you.

He finally finds the spot that makes you weak in your knees, and attacks at full force. He sucks a deep mark into the small crevice between your neck and your collarbone. Your fingers weave into your skirt, using it as leverage to ground yourself. A small, traitorous moan slips past your lips, fueling his power as he continues to nip at your neck. Your control was slipping and you were falling into his trap.

“Just yet? So you mean you’ll eventually cave? And here I thought you were supposed to be scary.” You barely manage to breathe out, caught up in the web of pleasure he was spinning you in. 

Suddenly, he stops all his ministrations, letting you turn around. You’re face to face with the mask again, but the tension was much thicker than before. You try to swallow a gulp but it’s too obvious as his head tilts slightly to the side.

“Ooh, I see how you want to play.” he said, taking a small step back to lurk into the shadows, his hand gesturing towards a dark hallway. “Why don’t you head on to the next room, I think it’ll be more fun that way.”

Before you could argue, he was gone. The spooky theme abruptly starts back up, signaling that it was time to keep it moving. Disappointment that hit your gut as you made your way back down the hallway. Laughter filled the room, echoing around the small walls. He’s probably onto the next ‘victim’ so you start to scurry off towards the door.

You’re not even sure where it is, but he had pointed this way so you follow along to the dark hallway. A figure dodges around in front of you, slinking around corners while your heart pumps faster and faster. It wasn’t hard to tell that the hallway loops back into the kitchen. He had led you to a dead end.

Not even a few steps later, he grabs you again, pining you harshly against another wall. Your heart leapt into your throat, almost choking back the words you desperately wanted to say. But spite always carried through, effectively stopping yourself from getting too carried away about being back in his welcome, cold embrace.

“Oh? back for more?” You tease, almost excited you were getting your way. 

He’s silent as he steps closer, unequipped with any words to bite back with. Nerves dance around in your system as the silence unwillingly drags on. The back and forth you guys had earlier made it more fun, but this was on a whole new level. You’re not sure how to navigate him when he easily dodges your bait.

“He’s just figuring you out. Told him we had a brat on our hands.” All the blood in your body turns cold as you see another ghostface, the one you previously met, walk up behind him. “He loves dealing with brats so I figured I'd let him get a good look.”

The second ghostface’s mask fixates on you, not saying anything as he takes you in. 

“‘Think someone is a little nervous now.” he laughs lowly. “C’mon Samu, let’s take off the mask and have some fun.”

The first ghostface came closer, taking off his mask and resting his chin on the ‘Samu’s’ shoulder. He let out a slow chuckle as Samu follows suit and slowly removes his mask, throwing it behind him and matching the same small, sinister smile the other wore on his face. The two almost look crazed, wild with the thought of ruining you. Something in his eyes told you that there was no going back now — not that you really minded.

The first thing you zeroed on was his deep set green eyes. Your eyes trail along his face, soaking in all of his beauty. The cheshire grin on his face was taunting you, anticipating your next move before you even had it figured out. It’s unsettling. Especially when the other ghostface’s mask was off now too. His cold, piercing stare has you in his hold. The silver tint that took up his hair caught your eye for a brief moment, before you felt the cool plastic rest on your face. 

“Suna, ya didn’t tell me how pretty she was.” He smirks, slightly shifting his gaze to Suna before it lands back onto you. “I thought ya said she had a mouth on her?”

“She did.” He said while placing delicate kisses along Osamu’s neck, taunting you as Osamu trailed the cold, plastic knife down your face. 

The two were a part of some dance that you didn't know the choreography for. All you could do was try to follow in their footsteps, but it was proving to be impossible to keep up with. Suna’s all one for games, his green eyes sparking to life as he watches you struggle to find any words you could use to bite back. Osamu was more calculating, keeping an eye on your every move as if it was giving away all of your deepest desires, weaving itself around his finger so he could have you right where he wanted you. And together; they were dangerous.

——

Your hips dug against the edge of the small island in the kitchen while your hands desperately held onto the other side of it. Suna was relentless, his grip on your hips undeniably tight, pushing you further against the island as leverage to fit every last inch inside of you. Osamu was lurking around somewhere but you couldn’t string together any thought to check where he was.

His long cock pushes through your entrance, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. The stretch alone was incredible but Suna knew how to pivot his hips just right for you to be seeing stars.

“Shit-“ Suna said under his breath, gripping your ass cheeks even harder, slightly pulling them apart; mesmerized by the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your slick folds. Part of you wanted to be embarrassed at the sudden exposure but your mind instantly forgot about it the moment Osamu came into view. 

His mask was back on, the fabric from it loosely flowing onto his bare chest. The faint lighting that the room provided showed the perspiration dripping off of him – enhancing the twin barbells delicately placed on his chest before a bead of sweat slowly slid down towards his abs. It was almost a shame that he was standing far away. There was no way you could lick the sweat off of him and wrap your lips around his pretty tits from this distance.

Osamu was the sweetest sin you had ever seen in your life, all you wanted to do was please him – show him that you were good and treat him the way he deserved to be treated. He steps closer into view, slowly unzipping his jeans and moving them down just enough so he could slip out his hard, aching cock. 

He taps his thick length against your cheek, the precum coating your face as it slides along your cheek as your body jolts forward from the pace Suna was setting. 

“Go on, now. Be a good girl.” Osamu said, his tone taunting you as you look up at him through your lashes. Before you could take him into your mouth, Suna thrusts into you harshly, hitting a spot so deliciously sweet that you fall into the island, letting out a long, drawn out moan as he continues to hit the spot. 

“Yeah? — Right there, princess? Looks like it feels real good.” Suna said, smacking your ass. Your head hung down, taking in every thrust Suna gave you. “Don’t you think you should make Samu feel just as good?” 

Without any hesitation, you wrap a delicate hand around Osamu’s cock, causing him to hiss out at the contact. Once you start rocking back against Suna in an attempt to control some of the pace, you take Osamu’s oozing tip in your mouth. Your tongue brushes on the underside of his cock as you slowly pull him back out of your mouth with a pop, letting his slightly salty taste fill your senses.

“Want ya to suck me off till ya cry, doll” Osamu purrs, slowly pushing further down your throat as you try to control your gag reflex. Before you could get used to him, he pulls back again, smearing his tip over your lips before driving his cock right back in. Tears begin to collect along your lashes, threatening to fall any second as you try to keep up with him. But it was worth it, each time he’d dip back into your warm throat, it would pull the deepest groans from him, making you moan against his length.

“You’re taking us so well, we just might have to keep you around.” Suna lets slip as he roughly slams into you. Each drag of his cock against your warm, wet walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Only if ya can keep up.” Osamu chimes in, relishing in your throat constricting around his cock as you let out a pathetic whine.

With both men thrusting into you, all you could do was hold onto the counter once more. Being filled up on both sides was all consuming. The only thing that floated in your head was how good everything felt; how much you loved being caught up in the middle of them. The sound of their groans paired with skin slapping against skin filled the room was addicting and you only craved more. 

“I think someone likes being our little cockslut, isn’t that right, princess?” Suna teases.

With your mouth full of Osamu’s cock, there was no way you could respond correctly. You eagerly nod your head, drawing a chuckle from Osamu as he watches you struggle.

“I think she loves it,” he agrees. “Her little pussy is s’wet I can hear it each time ya fuck into her.”

Each forceful thrust swiftly brought you closer and closer to the edge. Everything starts to tighten up as you bounce back on Suna’s cock.

“Really? Cause all I can hear is her choking on your dick.” He laughs, sounding far more angelic than his devious actions. For emphasis, Osamu thrusts harshly back into your mouth, causing you to gag around him. He lets out another laugh as he resumes his pace.

“Yer right. It’s like she was born for suckin’ ma cock.” Osamu said, his accent growing thicker as he started to lose the control he carefully built up. It was hard to keep it together when your mouth felt so good around him. Everything was getting too much and he felt his release building up quickly. It only spurred him on more, hips stuttering into your mouth as he chased his high.

Osamu kept pushing your head back down in time with his thrusts, praising you on how heavenly your mouth felt. Tears started to flow down your cheeks but you didn’t care. You could tell he was getting close, judging by the inconsistent, jerky movements. Osamu ripped the mask off of him, hanging his head back to slowly shake out his hair. Most of it stuck to his forehead — beads of sweat trailing down his face. You quickly cup your hands under his balls, fondling them in time while taking him in your mouth. A deep, long groan fell from his lips as his hand grabbed onto your head, shoving himself as far as he could get before cumming down your throat.

He didn’t waste another minute before crouching down, gripping onto your chin as he watched you swallow the rest down. A small, satisfied smirk laced his lips, more than content with your obedience. His lips lightly pressed against yours before he pulled back. 

Suna huffed at the sight, deciding he wanted a little more attention. He reached his gloved hand between your thighs, circling your clit in quick, fluid motions. With a few flicks of his wrist, he knew exactly how to unravel you. You tighten around him, earning a small groan from him as your last shred of control starts to crumble. 

“Gonna cum for us? hm?” Osamu asked, leaning in so his lips ghost yours once again. You could practically feel them on you, if you just moved a little closer you could get a better taste.

“Yes—“ you whine out. “M’gonna cum, please let me cum.” A string of pleases easily flows from your mouth as you feverishly fuck yourself back onto his cock. Your eyes roll back to your head as you teeter on the edge; your mind tiptoeing the brink of divine, heavenly pleasure.

“Yeah? Ready Princess?” Suna calls out from over you. Something cold dragged down your back before running back up it, eliciting chills all over your body, heightening every nerve as it drew you closer to your release. Osamu peers down at you, taking in the look on your face as if he was assessing something before nodding towards Suna, abruptly letting go of your chin. The knife was long forgotten as Suna yanks your head up by your hair, holding something else in front of your face. “Cum.”

There was a bright flash that left as quickly as it came but you couldn’t tell if that was from the blinding pleasure of reaching your peak or if he actually took a picture. Either way, it had you clamping down on his cock, mewling out as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

Suna unceremoniously dropped his hold on you as your head hung back down, attempting to catch your breath. Without Osamu’s cock in your mouth, moans easily slid past your lips, crying out how good you were feeling.

“That’s a good girl.” Osamu said as he smirks at you before his eyes soften slightly. His fingers quickly brushes your face again, caressing it lightly as he murmurs small praises in your ear. 

Suna scoffs as he quickly pulls out. The sudden loss fills you with a small relief before crushing disappointment. Feeling this empty didn’t sit right with you, especially since he hadn’t finished yet. As soon as you open your mouth to complain about it, his cock slides down your throat.

“Wanted to see what all the hype was about.” Suna smirks, grabbing onto your hair roughly for leverage. “Now, suck.”

Wasting no time, you took Suna in as deeply as you could, holding his cock in place as he trails the knife along the bulge in your throat.

“Fuck- her mouth does feel good. That’s it—“ He moans, moving his hips forward. You let him use your mouth, drunk on the sounds that were spilling out of his mouth. He looked down at you, mesmerized at how well you could take him. Your hands gripped his hips, pulling him even closer.

“Open your mouth.” he said, taking his cock into his own hands as he swiftly pumped his cock. You open your mouth as wide as you can and stick out your tongue. Suna groaned at the sight before he started to cum. He rested his tip on your tongue as strings of his release shot back into your mouth. You close your lips around his tip, sucking him down more even as he kept cumming. He pulled back shivering from the sensation, panting heavily. “Shit- you and that damn mouth.”

You let out a light laugh as they help you off the counter and get you back on your feet. Suna handed you a small card as Osamu pressed a kiss into your shoulder. The card was a polaroid picture taken at the exact moment you came.

“That’s all yours.” He said, grabbing his mask and getting ready to get dressed again. You step forward and slip the photo back to him. 

“Finders keepers.” You purr in his ear, leaving a soft kiss on his earlobe. “Now, care to show me to the next door Mr. Ghostface?”

[fairlyang]

Ghostie I 🕷️

in which you get a phone call by the infamous killer Ghostface, as a huge scream fanatic

w/c: 5.8K

pairing: ghostface!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut, mention of stalking and killings, home alone, phone call, teasing, getting tempted, masturbating, getting watched, phone sex, praise, toy usage

part two ~ part three

It was Friday night and I didn't feel like going to the party my friends had invited me to. Plus with all the killings happening in our area... yeah right..

I stayed my ass home and was preparing for a solo movie night, or yet another one of my scream-a-thons. I was in the kitchen waiting on the popcorn while I was trying to find a bowl. I lean down to grab a Disney themed one and then placed it on the counter.

I looked at the microwave and sighed. Whys this shit always gotta drag?

I walk over to the fridge and grab an Arizona can. Perfect.

I feel a buzz and grab my phone from my pocket. I look at my lockscreen and see I got a text from my best friend Ryan. I put the can on the counter and unlock my phone.

Ryan🤞🏼 :

bitch you're missing out- there's so many guys your type out here

I snicker and shake my head, of course that's his first thought. I roll my eyes and lean against the counter thinking of what to type.

Well I'd prefer to not die at some frat party tonight but feel free to give out my insta;)

I hit send and laugh knowing his ass would. The texting bubble immediately appears making me scoff. That was too fast.

Ryan🤞🏼:

got you🫡

Might drop by after to give you some company

I immediately text back a response and send it before turning my phone off and putting it back in my pocket.

Sounds good just call me

Just then the microwave beeps. Finally. I walk to it and open it carefully taking out the popcorn bag. I open it and pour it all onto the bowl.

I throw away the bag into the trash then grab the can of Arizona and the bowl, walking into my living room. I place the snacks on the table and grab the remote before plopping on the couch. I turn the tv on then realize I left the kitchen lights on.

I put the controller on the couch and stand up walking into the kitchen and flicking the light off. As soon as I did it I thought I saw something running away through the window above the sink. Maybe just a rabbit?

I walk back to the dark living room, the light from the tv being the only thing that lead me to the couch. I plop down and go on a fast hunt to find the first scream. I can never get enough of the original, mostly because of Billy Loomis and Sid's reaction to the reveal. And I guess also all the little details I love.

I click on the movie and press play. I reach over for the bowl of popcorn and put it on the side then grab my can and open it before taking a sip and placing it back on the table. I grab the blanket that is always on the couch and place it on my lap.

I take my phone out of my pocket and put it on the couch to my right. Just in case. The opening scene starts and I lean back. Ghostface's voice and tone- lordddd-

I bring the blanket up to my face feeling the room was colder than earlier. My mom must've put the ac up before she went to work. I properly cover myself and sit with one leg under my other one.

"What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know..."

"well I think you have the wrong number."

"Do I?"

"It happens. Take it easy."

And what kind of dumbass answers the phone again? Like obviously it's gonna be the person you were just on the phone with!!! I scoff and shake my head, how the first girls are somehow always the dumbest.

"To apologize"

"You're forgiven, bye now"

"Wait wait don't hang up-"

"What?"

"I wanna talk to you for a second."

"They have 500 numbers for that, see ya."

I stare at my screen in admiration. How someone thought of making this series- must've been a real sicko but it brought us an incredible killer, dedicated fans, and iconic characters.

I shake my thoughts away not wanting to get carried away and focus on the movie again.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"I don't know"

"You have to have a favorite... what comes to mind?"

I grab a handful of popcorn and put 'em into my mouth watching their back and forth. It was truly never tiring of watching every single scene endless amount of times. I guess that's what being one of the crazed fans in the community is like.

"Freddy! That's right."

That tone. Why does it have to sound so sweet? Especially knowing he's flirting with her just to then gut her after.

"So you got a boyfriend?"

Me, personally, that's where I would've folded and told him no but that I'd love to have one.

"Maybe.. do you have a boyfriend.."

Again the tone just always makes my heart flutter and legs go weak. Especially since it was Billy talking. Just something about extremely attractive ghostfaces....

"No"

"You never told me your name."

"Why do you wanna know my name?"

"'Cause I wanna know who I'm looking at."

I'd be giggling and kicking my feet- take that shit as a compliment, man wants to know your name- well given he definitely already knew the names of all his victims but still the thought that counts. And the fact he planned that shit completely on purpose with Stu.... But still.

Kinda like having your very own personal stalker... you could easily change his mind if you really wanted or attempted to.

"What do you think I said?"

"What?"

"Hello?"

"Look I gotta go."

"Wait... I thought we were gonna go out."

"Uh nah I don't think so."

"Don't hang up on me."

And she hangs up. Hm maybe if she didn't hang up she and her boyfriend could have survived. Or maybe she could've flirted her way out of not getting murdered.

Though I guess Stu would've wanted to kill her ass anyway for breaking up with him to be with Steven. But in these movies anything could be possible.

Ah the third phone call. "Yes?"

"I told you to not hang up on me." So menacing.

"What do you want?"

"To talk..." sounding oh so sweet.

And she hung up again. It's like she has literal worms for brain.

Fourth call.

The game begins.

The opening scene ended and I was soon an hour into the movie. It always went by so fast which was a bummer but that meant I was on the right track to watch the next one and hopefully finish the first four movies by 4am.

By the first half hour I grew hot and took the blanket off and leaving it off to the side. More than half of the popcorn was also gone hopefully I had enough for the rest of the movie.

"No please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface I wanna be in the sequel!" So fucking iconic.

And Tatum actually had some fight in her!! Although trying to squeeze in the doggy door was not the smartest idea....

After her scene I let out a yawn and wipe my eyes when Billy jumped in front of Stu and Sid and at the exact same time my phone rang, making me jump as well. Jesus.

I grab my phone and see it's from an unknown caller... well I always answer these to fuck with the annoying sales people. "Hello?" I ask and let out another yawn. It was barely midnight why the fuck was I already getting tired?

"Hey there, hm past your bedtime?" A smooth and husky voice teases.

Huh?

"Not at all, just a long day." I say and raise an eyebrow.

This was convenient timing- insane timing. Impeccable....

"But who is this?" I add and look back at my tv not wanting to miss another second of the movie.

I didn't recognize the voice so I knew it wasn't any of my friends, or any of their boysfriends. Hmm...

The voice on the other end of the line chuckles softly. "Oh, come on now. Don't play dumb with me, baby. You know exactly who this is," he says, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness. "It's your favorite killer, Ghostface."

I scoff and roll my eyes. A prank call. But sure I'll play along.

"How was I suppose to know hm? You're not using the infamous voice changer.... And you didn't ask me my favorite scary movie." I tease back and bite my lip. There was just no way. I wouldn't get this lucky.

Ghostface lets out a low chuckle, seemingly amused by my response. "You're right, I did forget to ask you that. But I already know the answer to that question, don't I? Your favorite scary movie is me," he says, his voice dripping with confidence making me widen my eyes. "And speaking of things you like, I couldn't help but notice how good you look in that outfit you're wearing right now. It's making it hard for me to focus on anything else," he adds, his tone turning flirtatious.

"Well the scream movies are pretty good.... Top tier for sure..." I say, eyes still wide and unsure if it's real or not.

"And what is it I'm wearing?" I test because there's only one way someone would know, if they were watching me.

"Your Billy Loomis shirt. I gotta say you've got great taste in killers." He says sounding almost cocky.

"And some short shorts. Grey. Y'know it's not nice to tease... you look absolutely delicious." he adds and I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together.

My eyes nearly fall out of their sockets as I feel my heart race. But in the best way possible- holy shit- I was chosen- oh fuck-

Oh my god-

I couldn't fuck this up.

"You gonna come in to find out for yourself?" I ask teasingly and lay back on the couch letting my legs spread on the couch. I pull the ends of my shirt a bit higher up my thigh on purpose.

"Oh, trust me, baby. I'd love nothing more than to come in and find out just how delicious you are," he says, his voice filled with lust. "But unfortunately, I've got other things to take care of right now. But don't worry, I'll make it up to you," he adds, his tone promising.

"Why don't you do something for me instead?" he suggests. "Touch yourself for me. Show me just how wet you are for me."

I squeeze my thighs together yet again and bite my lip. Holy fuck???

Not only is my biggest dream and fantasy happening right now, but his voice was extremely hot and sensual almost... me having a voice kink was helping him out. Wonder if he knew that already...

"Well I'm not wet, yet... definitely turned on I won't deny that." I say and feel my arousal slowly growing. This is all I've ever dreamed of. How did I get so lucky tonight??? All because I didn't go to some frat party? Insanity...

I spread my legs out and make my hand go from squeezing my tits over my shirt to trailing down my stomach. I run a hand up and down my thighs then go down. I rub my slit over my shorts, very softly and let out a shaky breath. My fingers gently rubbing my folds then going up to rub my clit. I let out a moan and lay my head back.

I can't believe this is happening.

His voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he speaks. "Mmm, that's it, baby. You look so fucking hot touching yourself for me," he says, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

"I wish I could be there with you, watching you writhe and moan as you pleasure yourself," he adds, his tone filled with desire. "But since I can't, I'll have to settle for just hearing you. Tell me, baby, how does it feel? Are you getting wet for me?"

"Mm you just contradicted yourself Ghostie." I say breathless and chuckle. "you said I look hot but also wish you were here... which is it? Are you in my backyard or no?" I tease and rub my clit faster making me let out a whimper.

I look over at my patio door the shades were off plus it was dark so I knew he could be out there watching me. Or he could have cameras in here...

"Feels so good- mm I haven't had the chance to touch myself all week-" I say breathless and buck my hips against my fingers. I felt my wetness soak through my panties and onto my shorts. Damn.

I grab the waistband of my shorts and pull them down lifting my hips to get them over my ass and then take them off, throwing them on the floor.

My fingers go back into position, two over my clit, gently rubbing the already swollen nub. My biggest fantasy, coming to life. I've been blessed.

Even if he wasn't the real Ghostface (which I highly doubted), a fake Ghostface wouldn't know what the fuck I was wearing. This was the real deal. And he was watching me.

"So wet Ghostie-" I moan and move my panties to the side and spread my lips just in case he was somehow watching. "such a dirty perv wanting to hear me moan... hearing me play with my pretty pussy." I moan and smile. I've never felt so turned on in my life.

He lets out a low chuckle at my teasing making me blush. Every sound he made sounded so hot. "You got me there, baby. I can't help but wish I was there with you, but unfortunately, I'm not in your backyard," he says with a hint of disappointment in his voice. Man...

"But hearing you moan and seeing you touch yourself is almost as good. You're making me so hard, baby," he adds, his voice thick with desire.

I let out a whimper and rub my clit a bit faster, but not enough to make me close.

He groans softly at the sounds of your moans. He knew you would sound good, but not this good. "Mmm, you sound so fucking sexy when you moan like that. I wish I could feel your wetness on my fingers, taste you on my tongue," he says, his words making my arousal spike even higher. "But for now, I'll have to settle for watching you play with yourself. Keep going, baby. Show me just how much you want me."

I nod and grab the top of my panties, lifting my ass up and taking them off throwing them on the floor. I move two fingers over my slit collecting all of my slick juices making me quiver. I haven't been this wet in ages. "ya hear that Ghostie?" I say and swirl my fingers along my folds.

"So wet for you- mmm- just for you-" I purr and let out strings of moans.

He lets out a low growl and I swear I can hear him shift around. "Fuck, baby. You're making me so fucking hard," he says, his tone thick with lust. "I can practically hear how wet you are for me. You're such a dirty little slut, playing with yourself like this," he adds, his words making me moan even louder.

"Keep going, baby. Show me how much you want me, how much you need me," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "Imagine me there with you, watching you touch yourself like this. Imagine my fingers inside you, stretching you open, making you scream my name," he adds, his words sending shivers down my spine again. He was already driving me crazy-

"mmm fuck" I whimper and slip one finger inside. "shit-" I whine and slowly push it inside.

I close my eyes and imagine it's his finger instead of mine, slowly fucking my pussy, teasing me on purpose. "Feels so fucking good~" I moan and buck my hips as I slowly push it deeper.

Ghostface groans at the sound of your moans, his own arousal spiking at the incredible sight of you fingering yourself. "God, I wish that was me inside you," he says almost breathless. "You look so fucking good, baby. I can only imagine how tight and wet you would feel around me," he adds, his words making me whimper.

"Keep fucking yourself for me, baby. I want to hear you scream my name when you come," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "Are you close, baby? Do you want to come for me?"

I whimper and slip another finger inside and fuck myself faster. My breathing was getting more rapid and I could hear my juices with every movement. His words were only making me more and more wet for him. So needy. "mmm fuck- s-so close-" I murmur and buck my hips against my fingers.

I open my eyes and leave my phone on speaker leaving my phone on my stomach while I bring my legs up to my chest, trying to hold them with my available hand as I fuck myself. My pussy felt even more tight and I was a whimpering mess. "I wanna cum for you Ghostie-" I purr and fuck myself faster feeling cream slowly drip down to my asshole.

He lets out a low growl of desire at the sound of your words. He knew his girl would enjoy this, he knew how much a dirty girl you'd be for him."Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to hear you scream my name," he says, his voice thick with lust. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder. I wanna see you shaking," he adds, his tone becoming more urgent, almost needy.

The sound of your wetness and the sight of you fingering yourself so desperately is driving him wild with need. He can't help but imagine himself inside you, stretching you open and making you scream for more. He needed to be inside you. "I'm so close, baby. I can feel it," he says, his voice becoming more ragged. "Cum with me, baby. Let's come together," he adds, sounding breathless as I could hear him, stroking himself.

Holy fuck- he's been jerking off the whole time? That thought alone almost sent me to the edge.

I add a third finger in and fuck myself harder, feeing myself clench on my own fingers. I let out a mewl and multiple whimpers as more of a mixture of wetness and cream leak out of my pussy. I felt my orgasm approach quickly in my lower abdomen and I go harder curling my fingers up, reaching my g spot with every pump. I come undone and feel my entire body shake. I let out screams of his new given nickname and whimpers as I ride my high.

I bring my legs down slowly and try to calm my breathing down, thighs still shaking but I can't help all the heat the rushed to my face.

"Fuck! Oh my god... that was so good-" I whimper out and slowly take my fingers out letting the mess I made leak out of me.

He groans at the sound of your orgasm, his own cum dripping from his cock and onto his thighs at the sight of you coming apart for him. "Fuck, baby. That was so fucking hot," he says as he was catching his breath. "I wish I could have been there to see you come undone like that," he adds, his tone filled with longing.

"You're such a dirty little slut, coming so hard for me," he says, his words making me whimper. "I want to hear you come for me again. And again. And again," he adds, his tone becoming more urgent.

"You're mine now, baby. You belong to me," he says, his possessiveness evident in his voice.

I whimper and squeeze my thighs together. "So you're not gonna come in here to fuck me? Look how much I came just from hearing your voice." I whine and then a smile spreading my lips at my last sentence, I was absolutely drenched.

"Mmm all yours Ghostie." I say and gently dip a finger back onto my folds to get a taste. I lift my finger to my mouth and suck on my own juices.

"As much as I would love to come in there and fuck you, pretty girl, I've got other things to take care of," he says, his tone filled with slight annoyance. "But don't worry. We'll have plenty of time to play together," he adds, his tone now sounding promising.

I pout and suck the remains of my arousal from my fingers. "a shame...."

He groans softly at the sight of you tasting your own juices. "Mmm, you're so dirty, baby. I love it," he purrs making my heart flutter.

"Are you still wet for me? Do you want to come again?" he asks, his tone becoming more demanding.

"I might just have to go back to my room and use a dildo- I wanna be filled..." I say and try to sit up without making more of a mess but it was inevitable considering I was still leaking. I stand up and pick up my panties and put them back on. Sure those will also get stained but it's fine....

His voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he speaks. "Mmm, I wish I could be there to fill you up, baby. I bet you would look so fucking pretty with my cock buried deep inside you," he says, his words making my heart race and my pussy even more needy, desperate. "But since I can't be there, you'll just have to use your imagination. Pretend it's me inside you," he says making me whine.

"Touch yourself for me again, baby. Give me a show..." he says as I felt my slickness leak to my panties. That was fast. "I want to hear you come for me again. Over and over again," he teases and I feel my eyes flutter.

"Can do ghostie." I say and quickly turn the tv off before heading to the stairs. I go up quickly and open my bedroom door.

I walk over to my chest of toys and pick my thickest dildo. A solid eight inches and a good two inches wide. It always felt so fulfilling.

I sit on my bed putting my phone down for a second and take my stained panties off and also take my shirt off, throwing them both on the floor. "Are you gonna watch hm? Thought you had stuff to attend to..." I tease as I kiss the tip of my dildo, leaving my phone near me as I move to lay down on my stomach.

"Oh, I'm definitely watching, baby. I wouldn't miss the sight of you fucking yourself with that dildo for anything," he says, his tone thick with lust. "I might have things to do, but you're too beautiful to ignore," he whispers and I feel myself melt. His voice was so pretty.

He moans softly at the sight of you kissing the tip of your dildo. Oh how badly he needed your mouth on his cock- licking up all his leftover cum and taking him deep in your throat. "Mmm, that's it, baby," he says, his voice becoming more urgent. "I want to see you take that dildo deep inside you. Show me how much you can take. You'll need the practice pretty girl." He says and I widen my eyes.

How big was he? Oh god-

"Dirty perv. Do you have cameras in here?" I tease and giggle.

I feel myself getting more wet at the thought.. I mean he's definitely watching me somehow....

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You'll never know." he taunts letting out a chuckle, his words making me shiver with anticipation.

I lift my hips before moving my dildo down to slowly rub against my soaked folds. "fuck-"

I sit up again and position it only letting the tip inside. "Oh god- s-so thick-" I whine and lift myself up, not able to take it. Has it really been that long?

He grunts at the sight of you rubbing the dildo against your soaked folds. It was a sight he'd never grow tired of seeing. "Mmm, you look so fucking hot with that dildo in your hand," he says as I was barely able to hear him stroking himself again. "Take it slow, baby. I want to see you savor every inch of that dildo. Make it feel good inside you"

"Are you still tight for me, baby? I bet you are. You'll have to work that dildo in slowly. Make it stretch you open to prepare for mine." he teased and I feel like passing out.

I nod and slowly lower myself down on it. I was struggling but was slowly able to take it, it was still huge inside me, absolutely stretching me out. I felt my legs shake a bit and I was barely about to be halfway and I was already feeling full. "Don't fucking stop." he growls and I moan.

"Mm Ghostie I need your cock- I wanna ride you... wanna feel you fill my pussy..." I mumble and slowly go up and down.

"God, you're so fucking hot when you're so desperate and needy," he growls making me widen my eyes. "Keep going, baby. I want to hear you moan for me."

He lays his head back, his hands stroking his dick at the same pace as you were fucking yourself, admiring the way your body is shaking with pleasure. "That's it, baby. Ride that dildo like it's me. Imagine it's my cock inside you, stretching you open," he moans out then lets out a groan. "I want to see you come for me again, baby. Show me how much you need my cock." He snarls and I hear the wet noises again. Fuck.

I slam down on it and let out desperate little noises. "Shit-" I moan out and hold the bottom of it while I move my hips up and down on it.

"A- mmm- fuck-" I moan out, the little pain I felt before being gone and now being overwhelmed with pure pleasure.

He knew you'd look even prettier, even sexier on his lap riding his cock. Moaning for him, clenching on him, cumming while he's deep inside you. "That's it, baby. You look so fucking sexy riding that dildo," he says his stroking sounds getting louder. "You're so wet for me right now aren't you? I can practically hear you dripping," he adds, his words making me clench against the dildo. Oh fuck-

I let out a whimper and fuck myself faster on it. Lord it was so big- who knew I could take it- I just needed some motivation. The right motivation.

"Keep going, baby. I want to see you come again. I need to see you come," he says, his tone becoming demanding again. "You're mine now, baby. You belong to me," he adds, his possessiveness evident in his voice.

I whimper and nod. I felt so dumb, I couldn't think, all I could do was ride my dildo and moan hearing all his sweet dirty nothings. I let out moans as I ride it and go faster but can't form a singular sentence. I wonder if this was how it was gonna be when he fucked me, until I was completely dumb for him.

He stroked himself faster, the sight of you riding the dildo so desperately, helping his hunger for you. He can practically feel your wetness through the phone, and it's driving him wild with need. He needed you. Oh he wanted nothing more than to be deep inside you right now. His cock was twitching in his hands thinking about it. "That's it, baby. Ride it harder. Be a good girl for me." he says, his voice thick with lust.

"I bet you would look so fucking pretty with me inside you. I can't wait to see you come apart for me," he adds, his words making you shiver, wanting it so badly. "Keep going, baby. I want to see you come endless amount of times." he breathes out, the sounds of his hand on his cock making me go crazy.

I feel my orgasm approach in my stomach again but this time it was faster. I moved my body, fucked myself harder as I was getting closer and closer. "p-please- fuck- please let me cum-" I whimper and feel like my legs were made of jelly.

"C-can I know your real name- I- mm I wanna moan it when I cum." I ask as my eyes fluttered shut but I continued my pace, my pussy gripping it perfectly.

He grunts at the sound of your pleading, he felt himself getting close to cumming as well. God how much he wanted to cum deep inside you. "Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to hear you scream my name," he moans out breathlessly. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder," he adds, his voice driving you closer to the edge.

At the sound of your question, Ghostface hesitates for a moment before finally giving in. He really did wanna hear you moan his name, especially while you cum plus he'd have to tell you it eventually for when he does get the chance to pound into you and he'd make sure all your neighbors knew who you belonged to.

"My name is Miguel," he answers softly. "Now cum for me, baby. Scream my name. I wanna see you make a pretty mess for me."

I whimper as I fuck myself on it, going faster while also trying to go all the way down. "Faster, baby. Fuck yourself harder. Show me how much you want - no show me how much you need me to fuck you," he corrects himself letting out a handful of moans, stroking himself even faster.

"F-Fuck- Miguel- mmm you'd be fucking me so good- fuck your cock would make me- shit!" I moan out and clench against the dildo my pace slowing down as I was right there.

He groans as he hears you moaning his name, his own orgasm building rapidly. He was gonna imagine he was cumming on your perfect tits or ass. Or deep inside you. He wanted to breed you so much. Pull out and watch it all leak out. He was so ready to plan his next move, the perfect meetup. The perfect reveal. Especially knowing how much of a fan you were, you'd appreciate it. "That's it, baby. You look so fucking hot when you're coming apart for me," he moans and I hear his cock. God I needed it. "Cum with me, baby. Let's come together again, my love." He groans and I let go.

I let out screams of his name, sweat forming on my forehead, legs shaking so much, my cream slowly making its way down my dildo as I whimpered slowly riding my high again.

Miguel lets out moans and grunts at the sound of your screams, his own orgasm hitting him hard. His cum shooting up to his stomach and landing on his land and thighs. He moaned your name as he came undone, so happy he was finally able to do this with you. "Fuck, baby. You're so fucking perfect." he says trying to catch his breath. "I wish I could be there to see you covered in sweat, writhing in pleasure," he adds and I feel my legs shake.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down, his voice becoming more gentle. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you," he says, his tone filled with praise. "You're such a good girl for me," he adds, his tone becoming more affectionate.

I feel myself blush as my breathing calmed down and I let out a drunken smile. "Just and only for you." I purr as I slowly lift myself off the dildo.

"That was.... Incredible." I say as the dildo slips out of my pussy with a 'pop'.

"Thank you Miguel." I whisper sweetly and sit up grabbing my dildo and putting it on my bedside table.

I grab my phone and place it down next to my pillow as I lay down on my bed and feel my breathing come back to normal.

"You were incredible, baby. I could watch you come for me all day," he murmurs softly, "Thank you for letting me watch," he whispers and I giggle.

I really nailed like four different fantasies and kinks into one singular night....

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down, his voice becoming more affectionate and caring. "You're such a good girl for me, baby. I can't wait to see you again."

I felt my cheeks grow warm and I tried to hide a smile creeping onto my face. He wanted to see me. God it’d be better face to face...

"Until then, keep thinking of me. Keep imagining me inside you. Let me live in your wet dreams." he adds, his words making me squeezing my thighs.

He hangs up the phone, leaving me alone with my thoughts and memory filled of my intense phone sex session with Ghostface.

Miguel lets out a sigh and wipes the sweat beads from his forehead as he looks down at the mess he made. So much cum. More than usual. Obviously since he finally decided to call you and knew you'd be his perfect final girl. You were such a good girl for him. Just as he had predicted. He looks up at his laptop in front of him, looking at the screen of you in your bed with a smile on your pretty flushed face.

He takes one final look at your pretty face and cute reaction before closing his laptop and pulls his pants up. He pulls his robe down and grabs his laptop before standing up and carefully opening the door. He takes a small peek outside to see the backyard of your house and slips out of the old shed quickly. It was completely vacant and he knew you were in bed, dad was on a business trip, and mom was still at work.

He slips through the side and got to the front of your house pulling his mask down as he looked up at your window already anticipating for when he'll slip through the window to fuck his girl senseless.

[denaliwrites]

Never Fallen From Quite This High

Martin Whitly x GN!Reader

Catch and Release Prompt: "Loyalty"

Summary: You didn't mean for this to happen... but you couldn't let him hurt Martin.

Soundtrack: Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Murder.

"Oh, my dear," Martin says softly as he creeps closer to you. He's keeping his voice quiet and his body low so as not to startle you, though you can't quite figure out why. You've been sat on your haunches now for what feels like hours. "What have you done?"

The question confuses you. He seemingly notices this, as he releases a quiet, placating shushing sound, almost as if by instinct. "It's okay," he tells you gently, shuffling ever closer. "You're okay."

Finally he reaches you, kneels down in front of you and takes your hands in his. It's only then, as he pries it from your fingers, that you realize you'd been holding a knife. "That's it," he murmurs, giving you a small, tense smile. "There you go." He drops it far from your reach, somewhere behind him where you can't see it. See the dried blood coating it.

"Hey, now," he coos, as he carefully manipulates your head, tilting it this way and that. "Look at me, darling?" His eyes are concerned, examining you like he thinks he'll suddenly find a grievous injury. But you're unharmed.

Next, he shifts your head so that you're facing him directly, and he's looking into your eyes, but you can see there's little emotion there. His mind is purely medical at the moment.

"Traumatic shock," he says to himself as his gaze dances from one eye to the other, noting the vacant look and blown pupils. "Darling, can you hear me?"

"H-he--"

"Ssshh, darling. Simple answers for now. Yes or no. Please."

"He--he was--he--"

Martin sighs as you babble. You struggle to get the words out, and he simply watches you with concern as disjointed syllables spill from your lips, until you finally string them all together and say, "he was going to kill you."

He looks down, taking note of the bloody body he'd had to step over to get to you. When he turns back to look at you, his eyes are softer. "Darling," he sighs, pulling you forward to place a gentle kiss to your bloodstained forehead. "You know I'd never let that happen."

"H-he -- he was... he was gonna kill you," you insist, voice raising, tinted with building panic.

Martin pulls you into a kiss, his lips crushing yours and stealing your breath and chasing away all other thoughts. Any words you're about to release in a torrential flood are diverted, lost to those devastating lips.

The kiss is the shock you need to bring you back -- at least, enough to really see him. To remember where you are, what you've done. Your eyes trail down to the body as Martin holds you close, one hand at the back of your neck and the other stroking your hair.

"I-I-I--" you stammer, tears springing to your eyes as you look down.

"Sssshhh," he hushes you gently, his hold on you tightening.

"I killed -- M-Martin, I killed someone..."

"I know, darling," he whispers in your ear. "I know. Don't worry. I'm here now."

You whimper, burying your face into his shoulder so that you can't see the corpse anymore.

"I'll take care of it," Martin continues, his hand now working to rub comforting circles into your back. "I'll make sure that you were never here, understand?"

[kimpossibly]

THE CHAIN -> e. roundtree PART FOUR: aurora

PAIRING: eddie roundtree x fem!reader WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, drugs, minor injuries, blood, very suggestive content, implied sex (NOTE: some warnings for this story include MAJOR spoilers for this series down the line, so I'll put those beneath the cut. If you don't want to get the story spoiled, then just ignore it ― but I did want to provide the chance for you to get an idea of how the story will go later down the line if you have any sensitive topics you'd like to avoid. please prioritize your mental wellbeing!)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HIIIIIIII HI HI HI HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE FOURTH AND FINAL INSTALLMENT OF THE CHAIN! I'm so sorry this took me ten million years to write, it was really hard both time-wise and emotionally, as you'll see later...but HERE IT IS!!!!! This little story has gotten so much love since I posted the first part and it is absolutely insane. I'm almost at 800 followers now, compared to the 300-and-something I had before. It is absolutely crazy how this little plot bunny turned into something that you all really love. I'm glad that this story has brought you guys joy, and I hope I can do that one last time. So, here you go! Part four of The Chain!

WARNINGS (SPOILERS INCLUDED): reader has a life threatening illness. Discussions about death and loss, depictions of grief, hospitals

AURORA (1977-1978)

EDDIE: It started with little things, you know? The drip before the dam breaks. She would have these moments of...of absentmindedness. She'd say "I think I'm going to wear the red sweater at tonight's gig." And I'd say, "I love that one." And she'd say. "Me too." And then she'd pause, and go back to whatever the hell she was doing ― strumming on the guitar, packing for tour ― and all of a sudden she'd say, "Oh, Ed, I'm going to wear the red sweater at the show tonight." I thought maybe she was telling a joke, but she'd look up at me, waiting for a response. So I'd say, "Baby, you just told me that." And she'd say, "I did?" And I'd say, "You did." And then she'd pause again, thinking. And then she'd shrug and just say, "Oh." Oh. Like it didn't even matter that she'd just said the same thing twice and forgotten she'd even said it in the first place. I don't blame her for it. I mean, she was like the opposite of a hypochondriac. She could stitch you up when you got hurt, but she thought she was indestructible. It was all I could do to get her to see that everyone has a breaking point. Everyone has that point that they can't come back from. And I didn't know it then, but she'd already crossed it.

KAREN: The first time it happened ― the first time we really started to realize that something was up ― was during a rehearsal. I think...I think we might've been recording, actually.

Aurora was coming along better than any of them thought it was. The songs were recorded in six days. The band was in the middle of the fourth day, mid-recording of "Kill You To Try," when the drums came to a sudden halt at the song's peak.

And Billy, whose only goal was getting the album recorded so that he and Teddy could take over on the mixing, was on the verge of losing his mind.

It took him a moment to realize the drums had faded away until they were completely gone. The rhythmic guitar faded next, next the bass, and then Billy caught up, his voice breaking off and his headphones pulled away from his ears.

He turned around, an angry knot forming between his brows. "Y/n?" he said impatiently. When there was no answer, he said it again. "Y/n."

She was staring straight forward, arms fallen limp to her sides, a blank look on her face. Her eyes fluttered rapidly, more half-blinks than full stops.

Karen, who was closest to her at the keyboard, walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Honey, are you all right?"

And then it stopped. Y/n blinked one last time and her eyes went still. She looked around at all of them, a crease forming between her brows. "What?" she asked, looking back at their stares. "What did I do?"

DAISY: We just...we didn't know what to say.

"You zoned out, dude." Warren replied.

"I did?" she asked. There were nods. "Oh. Sorry."

They went back to recording then, mostly at Billy's insistence, but Eddie couldn't help watching Y/n through the corner of his eye for the rest of the day. She seemed fine enough for the most part, but he couldn't get rid of the sneaking suspicion that something was very, very wrong.

"Okay...okay. Mom, go, I don't need Dr. Medina getting mad at me. I'll call you in the morning. I hope the surgery goes well. Be the best damn nurse the world has ever seen. Okay, bye. Love you."

Y/n hung up the phone and jumped over the top of the couch, lying down and laying her head in Eddie's lap. Everyone else had left the house in Laurel Canyon by now, making them its only two residents. It was quieter than it was before, sometimes unsettlingly so, but they liked it. With the band becoming more and more chaotic, they both needed the quiet. Plus, they could make out in the kitchen without worrying about anyone walking in on them. That was a definite plus.

Eddie stared off into space for a moment, absentmindedly running a hand through Y/n's hair. "You ever think about getting married?"

Y/n sat up, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Getting married. Out of the blue. Just like Camila and Billy."

Y/n stuttered, "Camila and Billy have been together since, like, the beginning of time. We've only been together for...we can't..."

She trailed off, and Eddie's face fell. He covered it up with a shrug. "No, it's fine."

"Eddie, hey."

"No, no it's fine, I get it," he said, getting up from the couch. Yes, it was a risky thing to say. And he hadn't exactly known what to expect, but it definitely wasn't that.

Y/n got up to gently grab his wrist, stopping him in place. "Eddie, Eddie," she said gently as he reluctantly turned. He looked somewhat dejected ― it hurt her to see, so she put on her sweetest smile as she laced her fingers behind his neck. "Camila and Billy got married at three in the morning because she got knocked up. That's not me. That's not us."

He said nothing, but his features softened just the slightest bit.

"It can't be out of the blue, okay? Call me old fashioned, but I want the planning. The pretty cathedral, the stupid vows, the white dress...I want it all. And being in a rock band doesn't really coincide with that, yeah?"

Eddie just rolled his eyes at that, but there was a slight grin on his face as he did so. "Come here," she muttered, pulling him closer and hugging him tightly. He held her back, his chin resting atop her head like she'd fly away if he didn't try hard enough.

"Give me some time. We have a world tour coming up, but after that..." she trailed off with a smile. "That sound okay?"

"Yes ma'am," Eddie responded with a shit-eating grin. Now it was Y/n's turn to roll her eyes and push him away, smiling.

"Why are you in such a rush to get tied down? Aren't rockstars pretty flighty people?"

"I'll let you know you when I see one," Eddie said, and pulled her in to kiss her.

Billy and Daisy were nowhere to be seen. Daisy Jones & The Six's World Tour of Aurora was set to begin in less than a month, and their main attraction was missing from rehearsal. The rest of the band sat around like sitting ducks, fiddling with their instruments like they had no purpose. Well, right then, it was like they didn't. Without Billy or Daisy...practice almost wasn't worth it.

And eventually, Eddie had had it. "Okay," he said, standing up, "this is bullshit. Just because Billy and Daisy aren't here, we have to sit with our thumbs up our asses?"

Warren paused. "Yeah, basically."

Eddie shook his head, giving a bitter laugh. "Yeah, fuck that. Up."

He slung his guitar over his shoulder as they all reluctantly got up, groaning in exasperation. Y/n took her seat behind the drums, Karen got behind the keys, and Warren picked up his guitar. And Eddie headed for the mic, causing a few confused glances between the other band members.

"Hey, Ed?" Y/n called. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? We're going to rehearse."

"Yeah, but...you're not going to sing, are you?" Graham said.

Y/n threw a drumstick at him. "Dude."

Warren and Karen held back laughter. Eddie looked around the room, eyebrows raised. "Fine. Anyone else want to volunteer?" he asked. "Please, someone else take over."

No one moved to take his place. Eddie nodded. "That's what I thought. Okay, let's start with Regret Me."

"You're going to sing Daisy's part?" Y/n said, eyebrows raised.

"Nope," Eddie responded. "You are."

Y/n froze. For a moment she thought that might've been a joke.

KAREN: She looked like a deer in headlights. I knew Eddie wouldn't ask me, probably because he was still a little scared of me. But Y/n always hated being front and center. She looked like she was going to be sick.

Eddie beckoned her forward. She looked at the others for help, but all she got in return was wide-eyed looks and desperate shrugs. She looked back at Eddie. "N-No! I-I have to do the drums!"

"Teddy can play the drums. Right, Teddy?"

Caught off-guard, Teddy pressed the speaker button. "Um, sure?"

As Teddy came from the booth into the studio, Eddie walked over to where Y/n sat behind the drums. She had shrunk down as if to hide herself. She stared up at Eddie as though he were about to lead her to the slaughter. "What the fuck are you doing?" she said in a harsh whisper. "I'll kill you, you know. The second we get home, I'm taking the bat and crushing your fucking kneecaps."

Eddie just laughed as he took her hand to guide her to the mic with him. "I know you can do this," he muttered, quiet enough so that only she could hear, "I've heard you sing it."

"In the shower."

"Still counts."

She resisted the urge to slap him right then, looking around at the rest of the band. "If any one of you ever bring this up ever again―"

"Yeah, yeah, save the death threats," Warren said. "Can we all just shut up and rehearse?"

"Oh, now you have a sense of urgency." Y/n muttered.

After one final look around, Graham counted them in, and the song began. And Y/n who had no instrument to play, only stood a solid foot away from the mic, her heart beating so quickly that she could feel it in her skull. Eddie gently took her hand to pull her closer. When he opened his mouth to sing, hers stayed shut.

"You regret me and I regret you," he sang alone. "Except I don't care what you're feeling and I don't need your reprove."

He squeezed her hand, trying to encourage her with only his eyes. And then, quietly, she joined in on the next line.

"I'm a slippage in the system with a natural gift, how I move," he found himself starting to sing through a smile, "So go ahead and regret me but I'm beating you to it, dude."

The chorus was approaching, making Y/n feeling more and more like she was going to throw up. The logical part of her knew that she wouldn't burst into flame if her voice cracked. But the other part? The other part of her wanted to punch Eddie in the face for ever bringing her within a five foot radius of this mic.

"You regret me and I regret you!"

WARREN: They had that chemistry that Billy and Daisy had, but it felt more…lived in. Daisy and Billy were like two pieces of flint that you’d knock together. Sparks would fly and hey, maybe something would catch on fire. Eddie and Y/n were like a bonfire. Controlled. And, if you stood a good enough distance away, you could see how nice it was. It wasn’t as exciting, but it sure was good enough to take the place of the real thing.

She gained confidence the more that she sang. Whether it was the fact that her voice held on or the fact that she got to stand so close to Eddie, she didn't know, but she felt okay.

"Go ahead and regret me, but I'm beating you to it, dude." Y/n finished the song with a smile at Eddie, her face flushed. It took her a moment to realize that the room around her was silent.

Her smile fell. "What?"

"Nothing," Graham said. "That was great. Um...what about Honeycomb?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, going back to their instrument. Eddie pulled Y/n to his side, pressing a kiss to her head. "Told ya."

She suppressed a smile. "Shut up."

EDDIE: The lead up to the tour, I think. That was when things got really weird. She was tired all the time, no matter how much sleep she got. I mean, yeah, we were recording an album and getting ready for a world tour, but it wasn't like normal. We'd come home and she'd go straight to be, sleep until the morning, wake up, and an hour later she'd be yawning again. For a while I thought she might've just been tired of me [laughs].

"Y/n, come on. Time to get up," Eddie said quietly, crouching beside their bed to be at her eye level. Her eyes blinked open reluctantly and she groaned, rolling over.

"My head is killing me."

"I'll get you some Advil."

"No, no, I got it," she said, and then proceeded to lay in bed, eyes shut, curled under the blankets.

After a few moments, Eddie spoke. "Y/n?"

"Five more minutes."

He laughed quietly. "Come here," he said, sliding one arm under her back and one under her legs, scooping her up into his arms.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulders gratefully, burying her head in his neck. "Wow, you're so strong," she said with a little giggle.

"Yeah, yeah. I can still throw you down the stairs."

"Ooh, I'm counting on it."

They went to rehearsal―where, luckily, Daisy and Billy were already located―and got to work. Eddie kept an eye on Y/n out of the corner of his eye. Her headache had worsened on the drive there despite her taking more pain pills than was probably necessary. She played just fine, but she cringed ever so often at the punctuated hit of a hi-hat. He thought about taking her off the drums for a bit and putting Teddy in her place, but she'd just get angry at him.

In the middle of Let Me Down Easy, the drums stopped suddenly, drum sticks clattering to the floor. Everyone looked up to see Y/n sprinting out of the room, a hand clamped over her mouth. Eddie froze. Karen was the first to move, running after her to make sure she was all right.

They all stood in silence for a minute or two, unsure of how to proceed. Karen came back, running a hand through her hair. "She just got sick. She's fine now, but I think we should give her a minute."

"What, does she have the flu or something?" Graham asked.

"Maybe she's pregnant," Camila suggested. Everyone turned to look at her at once. She blinked. "What?"

Eddie left the room then, feeling like he was about to be sick himself. The bathroom door was ajar when he got there. Y/n was sitting on the floor when he walked in, knees tucked to her chest, her head propped up by one palm.

"Hi," she croaked.

"Hi. You okay?" he asked, sitting beside her.

"Fucking fabulous," she replied with a slight grin.

He smiled and kissed her forehead, wrapping an arm around her. "D'you think that maybe it's time you see a doctor? I mean, the headache, you're tired all the time, and now this?"

"No, no," she waved her hand to brush that away. "I get like this sometimes. It's like allergies. It's whatever. I'll ask my mom on the phone later. She's never failed me."

Eddie nodded, going silent for a moment. "Are you maybe...do you think you might be pregnant?"

"No, I'm―" Y/n began, then cut herself off. She paused for a moment, thinking. Then she turned back to Eddie, eyes wide. "Um."

Cut to the two of them in the bathroom at midnight, Eddie pacing and Y/n staring at a little pregnancy test on the counter. It had taken them nearly half a dozen drug stores to find a regular pregnancy test, not to mention the fact that they grew more and more panicked with every second that passed.

"What if―"

"Nope, no," Eddie cut her off, "We are not playing the What If game right now. Whatever happens happens, and we'll deal with it."

Y/n nodded, pursing her lips. "But, what if―"

"Y/n, no."

After a few minutes of anxious silence, Y/n exclaimed. "Look, I see a line!"

Eddie quit his pacing to rush to her side, looking down at the test. "What does that mean?"

"Two lines means I'm pregnant."

"There's only one."

"I know that, Eddie."

"Well, what does that mean?"

And then they were scrambling for the box, looking for the instructions they worried they might've accidentally tossed out. Once the box assured them that one line meant Y/n was definitely not pregnant, they both let out a sigh of relief, Y/n slumping over the counter in exhausted victory. "I feel like we should take several rounds of shots right now."

Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist. "Thank God, I was about to call Karen's priest."

She laughed, feeling giddy.

"Would it have been the worst thing In the world, though?" he asked.

Y/n turned her head to look up at him. "Sweetheart, we're about to leave for a world tour. The timing isn't exactly ideal," she paused. "But no, it wouldn't have been the worst thing ever. I mean, I would have a lot to explain to my extremely Catholic grandparents, but no, I wouldn't be entirely devastated."

Eddie couldn't stop a smile that spread out of her sight. "First you want to marry me and now you want to have my children? God, are you obsessed with me or something?"

She gasped in mock offense, tearing herself from her grip and glaring at him. "You precocious son of a bitch."

"Careful, you might accidentally turn me on."

She narrowed her eyes, staring at him for a moment. Then, quick as a flash, she turned and ran to the bedroom. Eddie chased after her, their screams of laughter floating up through the ceiling as he slammed the door behind them.

AURORA WORLD TOUR (1978-1979)

WARREN: Tour life was crazy, man. It always had been, but that one was insane. Daisy and Billy had it out in Rolling Stone, and everyone wanted to see their little shitshow. I'm not saying that their blowup was what rocketed us to the top...but it fuckin' was. Drama, man. The people eat it up.

Daisy Jones & The Six was the shit. Everywhere they went, massive crowds followed. Record sales were at an all-time high. Everyone knew the band. They were on top of the world.

Eddie thought every day about taking a knee and proposing to Y/n. In the middle of a show, even. He'd do it in the dead of night. They never tired of each other, no matter how long they were together. They were attached at the hip until they were forced away, which, now that they were on tour together, wasn't often.

They had made a routine. Wake up, rehearse with the band for a couple hours, and then go walk around whatever city they were in. Then they'd play the show, go to a party, and go back to their hotel room. They clung to each other through all of it. Eddie wasn't quite sure what the terms of common law marriage were, but he was sure that they would meet all of them. But he'd wait until the tour was over, just like she said. And then he'd marry her. That much he knew.

When they got to Chicago around early July, it was set to be their biggest show of the tour.

KAREN: Tensions were high. I don't think the two of them noticed, or they were too in love to care.

They stood backstage, the sounds of the crowd growing louder and louder as more people arrived.

Camila turned to wish her good luck with a smile, but it quickly faded. "Oh, honey, your nose."

Y/n frowned, then felt a drip. She swiped her thumb underneath her nose and it came away slick with blood. "Oh," she muttered, "oops."

"Are you alright?" she asked in a very mom-way.

"Yeah, feeling okay," Y/n nodded. "Goodnight, Julia."

Camila rocked her daughter, "Say bye-bye, Julia."

Julia lifted a hand and made a grabby motion in farewell. Y/n giggled and did the same back, still holding her nose. "Bye, Squishy," she said, poking one of Julia's little dimples. The girl giggled and clung to her mom, disappearing out of sight.

She staunched the blood as best she could once she found tissues, stashing bloody tissues in her bag rather than the trash can so as not to worry anyone. She swiped on some glitter anywhere that would catch the light. Eddie came in as she was tying her hair up. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she wrapped her arms around him, laying her head on his shoulder.

The moment her eyes closed, she got this feeling like she wanted nothing more than to let them stay closed, to drift away into sleep right there. She was tired. There were thousands of screaming people out there waiting for her, and all she could think about was getting to sleep as soon as possible.

"Maybe this tour is it," she muttered into Eddie's shoulder.

"What?"

She paused, trying to form a thought into words. "After this. I don't know if I can do it again."

They pulled apart and Y/n saw a crease between Eddie's brows. "What makes you say that?"

Before she got a moment to figure out what exactly made her come to that conclusion, she was being pulled forward onto the stage by Warren. The crowd came to a deafening roar as they appeared, and Y/n waved and smiled like she had done a hundred times, taking her place behind the drums.

They all picked up their instruments, and then Billy turned and gave Y/n the nod. The first drum hit of 'Aurora' rang out, and the show began.

EDDIE: The show was great. We all played great, the crowd was great, it was all...[pauses] it was great.

The set was coming to a close. They had played through nearly the entirety of the album, throwing in some older songs of theirs. But the crowd had ceaselessly been chanting for one song in particular, one that had purposely been left off the setlist for the entirety of the tour: Look At Us Now.

Everyone looked around at each other, then at Billy. He glanced back at them as if asking permission. They each gave a nod, and Daisy turned back to the mic. "Who wants to hear Honeycomb?"

The screams of the crowd that followed were enough to answer that question. Billy looked back at all of them again. "You know what to do."

Billy picked up an acoustic guitar from the side of the stage and came back. He tapped his foot a couple times to set the pace, and then he began to play.

The crowd sang every word with them, for them at times. And Y/n selfishly thought she had the best seat in the house. From the back of the stage, she could see it all. The crowd, the band, and everything in between. How could she let this go? This tour couldn't be the end of it all. She decided right then that she wouldn't let it. Not when there were views like this in the world and she was one of the few that got to see it.

And in an instant, it all went haywire.

Daisy and Billy were so caught up in the song for a moment that they both failed to notice as the drums grew more and more muddled until they stopped all together. Drum sticks clattered to the ground, heads snapping in their direction. Thousands of eyes saw as Y/n slumped out of her seat, collapsing on the ground beside the drums.

Instruments were dropped haphazardly as everyone on that stage stopped what they were doing to rush to the drum set. Rod left his spot in the wings to see for himself as Y/n laid stiff on the ground, seizing.

What followed was a rush of colors and light, of ambulances and ceilings, none of which she could really see or understand. But Eddie could. Eddie saw and understood all of it. And that, possibly, was the worst part.

Y/n woke up not long after, feeling as though she had just woken up from restless sleep. She asked quick questions, which were answered in short, quick words by Billy and Camila. Who she really wanted to speak to was Eddie, but he was laser focused on whatever needed to happen next. All he could do was hold her hand and squeeze back.

By the time she was in her hospital bed, she was convinced that she was perfectly fine. The part she was most upset about was ending the concert early―which, she assured them, would not happen again.

"After I get treated for whatever this is, I can come back, right? Rod?"

"Calm down, kid. You just had a seizure. Give yourself some time to be overdramatic before you get back on the road," he said with a slight chuckle.

"Miss L/n, have you ever had a history of epileptic seizures?" the nurse in the room asked. Y/n shook her head, and the nurse gave a nod. "I'll be right back with the doctor."

She left, and Warren suddenly gave a shiver. "Fucking hate hospitals."

Y/n shrugged. "I basically grew up in one."

"Ah, so that's why you're...you."

Several people had to dodge as Y/n hurled a pillow at him. Then, realizing it was the only one she had, she pouted. "Give it back."

"Oh, this pillow? The one you threw at me?" Warren said, being annoying as usual. "No way, sister. This is my property now. Bequeathed to me by your sorry arm muscles."

"I'll beat you up as soon as I get out of this bed."

"Sure you will, honey."

The door to her room opened and the doctor stepped in. He was tall, older, and graying a bit at the ends. "Hi there," he greeted. "I'm Doctor Lawrence."

Y/n waved, and he suddenly seemed to realize how many people were in the room. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid only family are allowed in here," he said.

Y/n immediately grabbed Eddie by the wrist. "He's my husband!" she said. Everyone quieted. "And they're my brothers," she looked at Billy and Graham, "sister-in-laws," she glanced over at Camila and Karen, "he's my cousin," she nodded to Warren, "and he's my weird uncle," she said, looking at Rod. Then she looked back at the doctor. "They're my family."

The doctor didn't believe a word she'd said. But after a moment of silence, he nodded to the group. "You can stay."

Y/n sighed in relief, lacing her fingers with Eddie's. If anything were to happen that night, she'd rather have him by her side.

Doctor Lawrence asked her a couple menial questions, then rambled a bit about what exactly seizures are (which, of course, she already knew) and suggested a CT scan to better understand what was going on. She agreed.

The next few hours were rather boring. Silences were punctuated with pain, as Y/n grew to realize how stiff her neck was. Her arms and legs were sore, but that, she assumed, was from the seizure.

"It's too bright in here," she commented when she was returned to her room. "Can I turn the lights down a little?"

People milled about. Camila had to go to be with Julia and the twins. Graham and Karen got coffee. Warren and Rod sat around her hospital room, competing to see who had the crazier stories (the winner, of course, was Rod). Eddie sat beside Y/n on the hospital bed the entire time, talking to her as she came in and out of consciousness

One of the times her eyes blinked open, she frowned, looking around in confusion. "Where the hell am I?"

Eddie paused. "You're in the hospital, Y/n."

Her eyes widened. "Why?"

"You...you had a seizure."

"Oh," she said. He felt her flex her fingers in his. "My hands feel weird. I can't feel your hand."

Eddie began to panic. She was treating every new horrible thing as though it were a new science fact she had just learned. "Y/n, what―"

Doctor Lawrence returned then, Karen and Graham trailing behind him. Billy returned not soon after. The only one not pale and freaked out was Y/n, who seemed content braiding small strands of her hair.

"The CT scan came back. She has a severe case of encephalitis."

Everyone looked around, most of them either hearing that word for the first time or not knowing what it is. Y/n did. "How? Meningitis?"

"Hard to say. It probably started out as a virus, something that triggered a strong autoimmune response."

"Can I take an antiviral to treat it?"

"Sorry, can someone explain what the fuck you're saying?" Warren finally asked.

Y/n sighed, letting go of her third braid. "My brain is inflamed, and it's swelling. It's pressing on my brain stem and it caused the seizure."

"That sounds...bad?" Graham said.

"Yeah, but it can be treated," Y/n said with a shrug. "I'll need to take antivirals for a bit, right?"

The doctor paused. "Yes, you would for a less severe case."

Her eyes narrowed. "So, what do I do for my case?"

He went silent. Y/n froze. Everyone looked to the doctor, who seemed unsure of how to continue. "I'm sorry."

Y/n understood what he was saying. She felt her sore muscles stiffen up again, this time from panic. "You're saying there's nothing? Do I just have it let it go away on its own, or...?"

"A case this advanced won't go away on its own."

"Well, if it won't go away on its own and we can't treat it, then...then what?" she asked, her voice becoming more panicked. "What do I do? Tell me what to do, I'll do it."

Lawrence just shook his head again. "I'm so sorry. I'll give you all a minute to figure out how you want to proceed."

He left then, and everyone was silent.

"Y/n," Eddie said, his voice quiet and careful, "what does that mean?"

She was staring at the blanket over her legs, eyes blank. "Can someone please get my mom on the phone please?" she asked quietly.

"Y/n, what does it mean?"

"It can't be treated. It's not going to go away on its own, it'll just get worse," she said in a quiet, calculated voice, like she was reading from a textbook. "It'll put more and more pressure on my brain stem. And the brain stem regulates circulation and breathing, so..."

Karen let out a sob, her hand reaching up to cover her mouth. Y/n couldn't bear to look up at the faces around her, because she knew she'd see a reflection of exactly what she was feeling right then: hopelessness.

It meant that she was already gone.

"Someone get my mom on the phone. Please."

The night that followed was awful. Camila returned, having finally found someone to watch Julia and the twins. Y/n had watched as Billy told her the news. She teared up, tears streaming down her face within minutes. But she shoved them away as she walked into the room to give Y/n a hug. She chatted about how Julia missed her. She did a good job of keeping the conversation off of the obvious. Y/n was glad for it.

Eddie ended up beside Y/n on her bed. She curled into his side, floating in and out of consciousness. She seized twice more, once just past one in the morning, once after the sun had just started to come up.

Her mom arrived on a flight from Pittsburgh at two. The first time Y/n cried was when she saw her walk into the room.

The morning brought some sense of comfort. Karen and Billy went out to get coffee and bagels for everyone. They all sat around and talked about something other than music, which they hadn't done as a group in years, maybe in forever.

Y/n glanced up at Eddie at some point during the conversation and noticed that he had a strange look on his face. "What?" she asked, nudging him.

Eddie looked down at her, a million thoughts in his head at once, all of which combined to form one coherent sentence.

EDDIE: I told her right then and there that I wanted to marry her. I didn't care how much time she had left. I wanted to call her my wife.

KAREN: When I looked at Y/n, I could just tell...he didn't have to say it twice.

GRAHAM: It all happened so fast from there. Karen called the minister that had done Camila and Billy's wedding ― once we told him the circumstances, he was pretty quick to agree to officiate. That guy was metal, man. He'd done two last-minute weddings for a rock band within two years. Show me another priest who could brag about that. Not that priests brag, right? Jesus was humble and shit. But you know what I mean.

CAMILA: Eddie left to get a tux. He said he wanted to do his part, even if Y/n was wearing a hospital gown.

EDDIE: I think I said something really cheesy about how, if she could look that good in a hospital bed, then I could at least do my best to look the part of a groom. She loved it.

KAREN: Graham went with him, for "style advice," is how I think he phrased it. Really I think he just went to make sure he had someone there with him. None of us really wanted to leave Eddie alone.

GRAHAM: I think we got the first one that fit. He wore it as we left the place. Eddie wasn't screwing around. He was giddy the whole time. He would go dead silent for a few minutes and then talk my ear off for another few. All in all, I think we were gone for maybe forty-five minutes. An hour, tops. We didn't know...we didn't realize they couldn't call us if something happened.

KAREN: It happened so fast. She was so excited, she was talking so quickly I could barely understand her. But she was beaming at us the whole time. You couldn't help but be happy for her.

BILLY: Twenty minutes after they left, she asked for something. Ice chips, I think. The nurses gave them to her all the time, she was kind of addicted. She asked if we could get her some, and Karen said something stupid like, "I'd get you a private jet if you asked for it." And she laughed and said "Don't tell me that ― I might ask, just to see you sweat."

DAISY: Billy left the room to get her some ice and then...I'm no doctor, I can't tell you exactly what happened.

CAMILA: She started seizing up again, so Karen and I tried to put her on her side, but she started fighting us. Like, smacking us away whenever we tried to touch her. I don't know if it was her or...[Pause] something other than her. That's the kind of thing that keeps me up, you know? She was so happy to get married. So happy. But when she hit us away...it was almost like she knew exactly what she was doing.

KAREN: The doctors came in and shooed us back out into the waiting room. Camila didn't want to let go. Neither did I. They practically had to pull us off of her. Billy found us out there, still holding the ice chips, and Camila just started bawling. She didn't say anything, but I think he could piece together what it was that'd happened.

DAISY: Karen sat down. Billy stayed up with Camila, holding her while the ice in the cup started melting down to water. We couldn't have been out there more than ten minutes when the doctor came out. The look she gave us...we just knew. We knew.

BILLY: Camila was almost screaming. Karen left; we didn't ask where she was going. All of a sudden, it was like...like the first time I ever took a punch. You know, you've heard about getting in a fight and taking a hit so hard it makes your head spin. And then there's the first time it really happens to you, when you take your first punch. And there's this brief moment in between the hit and the pain. You know it's coming, but there's that delay before it gets you. In a second, you get the air knocked out of you, and then...[Shakes head] and then it hits you. It didn't feel like losing a friend, either. I lost a sister.

KAREN: I was just completely blindsided. I walked out, not really knowing where I was going. I felt like I was going to puke, and I didn't want to do that in front of everyone. I think we all forgot, you know, that Graham and Eddie were out...

CAMILA: I remember looking over Billy's shoulder, seeing the car drive back up and Eddie stepped out in the tux. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands, talking a mile a minute, and I just...[Chokes up] I couldn't tell him.

BILLY: He walked into the room, and he saw her, and...God, he just...he pulled out this little box from his pocket. He took her hand, opened the box, and put the ring on her finger. He kissed her on the forehead, and then he left.

KAREN: Camila was his first love, yeah. But Y/n? She was the love of his life, man. He had something people would die for, kill for. And the minute he realized it, the minute he realized what he had, the universe snatched it away from him. Life is un-fucking-fair, man. Always has been and always will be.

CAMILA: God, he really loved her. He really did.

When Eddie got the call, he was surprised to hear that she wanted to speak to him directly. Even more so, he was surprised to hear that someone wanted to write a book about the band. He had always been a firm believer in leaving the past in the past, but she was persistent. Plus, he couldn't say no. Not to her.

They met in a park near the coast. They chatted about life, what she was doing, what he was doing, and it was the general consensus that all was good and well.

"So, where should I start?" he asked as she hit record on the camera.

Julia stepped back from the camera. "Just...tell me about Y/n."

He paused, caught off-guard. And then, he smiled. "This might be a while."

EDDIE: It's not all bad anymore. I got time with her. I'll always wish I had more, but the time I got...it was great. It was the best time I've ever had. But I was able to move on, meet someone new. I think about her every day, and I always will, you know? A person like Y/n...that doesn't leave you. And Jesus Christ am I grateful for that. Julia...I'm really glad you're doing this. Your Aunt Y/n would've loved it.

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steve harrington's kinklist (top 5) ✨

i figured similarly to this post about murray, i'd rank steve's favourite kinks..ur welcome

faceriding~

now this doesn't necessarily exclude straight up oral, but this boy def enjoys being ridden. his dick? yes, ofc. but even better than that, having his partner sat atop his face, grinding down onto his awaiting tongue is his vibe. like, he's gotten off to that fantasy many a time.

he's a big fan of the opportunity it gives him to grope and squeeze your thighs and tummy too, bc despite being on top, you are kinda at his mercy here. he'll caress and squish every patch of skin available, and esp loves giving the occasional spank (esp when you start to buck into his mouth, and give the tell-tale squeal of getting close).

masochism~

despite liking being in charge, i do think his personality lends itself to giving and exchanging power (as we'll see below); he's def a dom!switch, or even straight up a bratty!switch. getting him to turn over that leaf sometimes can be tricky, as he's so used to girls expecting him to take the lead; hence why he's a bit of a painbaby. steve's 100% a sucker for a bit of masochism.

he's not too big on sadism or inflicting pain, but receiving it is his jam. pushing him up against a wall mid-makeout, groping his forearms and/or thighs and putting all ur weight on him when you ride/sit in his lap just makes him extra hard. he's also def a whore for the cliche romcom wrist-grabbing too - like, do u have a place you want to take him? don't ask, or lead, just grab him by the wrist and drag him places, he loves it

quickies~

he's got a job (ice cream), and another job (perpetual nanny of 6), and also another job (defeating monsters)...so, he takes it where can get it. you want him here, now? he's down. this applies to everything too - not just the occasional hand or blowjob, but straight up fucking.

despite now being a mom of 6, he was once a horny idiot teenager, so he knows all the secret screwing areas, and will most def be up for some games when ur watching the new star wars or driving to his place in the car. slip a hand in his pants, start tugging at his hardened length, and he won't stop you, ngl

hair pulling~

as discussed, he's a slut. but also a slut for pain. grab this boy's locks and he'll groan extra loud for you; he keeps that head of hair well-maintained not just for the aesthetics, but bc they go through a lot of pulling and groping when he's getting to it, i mean-

it's great, it's multipurpose. great for steering his pretty mouth to wherever you need it, or pulling him close to you to give a sloppy open-mouthed kiss behind the ice cream counter, or push him down onto the pillow so you can just ride your orgasm away all over his face, like, he rlly appreciates when his hair is tugged (and head massages too, likely)

power play~

as discussed, he's a dom!switch or brat!switch depending on the day; the baseline in your relationship is that ultimately it goes back to him being in charge. buuut that doesn't mean you can't play games - bc he loves a game. not a challenge like billy, nor a battle of wits like hopper, but a fun sexually-charged ping-pong match, if you will.

some flirty remarks here, a couple gropes and kisses there, and maybe some "no!"s or blatantly ignoring his commands or rules. trying to fight back on a punishment you were given for last time's fiasco is a great example of this, bc ultimately he's a simpy whore who'll let you get what you want. def representative of playing the game not for the kill, but the chase (but the kill fuck is a lovely bonus ofc).

there u go, i hope that satiated ur kinky needs :)

feel like requesting? they're open, so give me some ideas!

also some more tags bc i figure y'all would like this: @enamorededdie @spicedchaiandromeda @stargirlfics @anythingjimhopper @goodboyriddler @spideyheartsmaryjane-blog @anisbaby @princesssmimi @thedanoriddler @lost-in-sokovia @killerlookz @kelsiejayy @mypoisonedvine @creme-bruhlee @spilledkauffie @kaylawritesfics @inklore @babybugwrites @littlepadika @underratedcharactersimagines @becca-e-barnes @callsign-rogueone @wishilovedyouinthe80s @jaiheats @freshfleshandblood @axen-gers @wingedjellyfishrebel @interplanetarytraveler

[billys-pretty-babe]

The Angel

Pairings : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : 2 years have passed since Billy was used as a host for the Mind Flayer and as soon as he recovered, he went back to California where he met you.

Picture from Pinterest

Warnings : Swearing, Karen Wheeler mentions

Word Count : 1.2k

A/N : I couldn't find a gif of him on the floor of the sauna but to me it always looked like ripped away angel wings.

You had always noticed the scars that littered his body, especially the identical large scars on his shoulder blades. Billy was insecure around you at first before he warmed up to you and now he's more than willing to take his shirt off around you, hell he hates the feeling of shirts, claims he's allergic to them.

It was summer time in Santa Barbara, the fan in your room on the highest setting and the two of you lounged around. "We should go see Top Gun." Billy looked at you and scowled, "No, you just want to see Tom Cruise shirtless." You rolled your eyes, "I'm sick of shirtless men," you said, poking fun at him.

"Oh really," your boyfriend asked as he flexed and the scars became slightly more prominent. He never talked about them but Billy noticed the way you looked at them, you never stared, you were taught that staring was rude and disrespectful. "I got these in Hawkins." You nodded, "That's the Indiana place right?" He nodded and laid down, resting his head on your black pillow.

"There was creepy shit in that town, like supernatural shit." You nodded and held his hand. "Um, it was during the summer, I can't really remember the date but I think I was fresh eighteen and I was a lifeguard at the community pool." He furrowed his brow, trying to remember some of the details, sure he had been told about things but he still tried to fill in the gaps on his own.

"There was this mom, Karen was her name, I was going to meet up with her one night at a motel six and on the way to the motel, something hit my car and shattered my windshield, it was a spiderweb shatter. I was at this abandoned warehouse and I was dragged down the stairs by this shadow monster thing." He looked at your face, trying to gage your reaction, ready for the laughs, claiming that he was funny for coming up with an absurd story but it never came.

He was met with soft eyes, eyes that were on his face trying to look for any signs of discomfort. "It did something to me, I can't remember, no matter how hard I try. I had trouble going to work because it didn't like the heat and my skin would burn and I'd get these black veins all over my body." He swallowed the lump in his throat and you rubbed his knuckles.

"It fed off energy so I gathered people, um my co-worker Heather, I don't know what happened to her afterwards. The scars on my back are from a fight in a sauna against this freaky little girl, she was friends with Max." You nodded, knowing who Max was. "They never healed, I'm not sure why. July fourth came and I don't know if you ever heard about it, probably not, I doubt it made the news here but the mall burned down." You nodded, "I heard about it, they said there were two casualties." Billy nodded, "Obviously there weren't, actually, I'm not sure about Hopper but that freaky kid, her name's El or Jane, the kids called her both."

"I was going to sacrifice her and she did this weird shit and got into my head and I felt human again for the first time in a while, even before I got turned into that weird monster. I didn't want anything to happen to her so I was going to sacrifice myself, Max was in the mall with her friends. I was horrible to her and I felt like it was the only way to show her that I cared about her. The monster hit me, here, here and here," he said as he pointed to the scars on his chest, sides and abdomen.

"Apparently someone closed the gate or whatever, I don't remember what they called it but basically, the shadow monster wasn't able to penetrate deep enough to kill me, that's how I got all of these scars." You nodded and looked at each one. "I'm sorry," you said and he looked at you. "What're you apologizing for?" You shrugged, "I don't know, I just feel like I should be sorry. Sorry that it happened to you, I don't know." Billy shook his head, "If none of that happened, I wouldn't be here with you so I guess in a way, I'm glad it happened, Just wish I didn't have the physical reminders." You nodded.

You traced some of the scars, "Your back scars remind me of an angel." He raised a brow, "Baby, I'm far from an angel," he said flirtatiously and winked at you making you laugh at him, your cheeks heating up at the reminder of the previous night that was spent with him. "They remind me of angel wings, like they were taken from you." Billy looked at you before laughing, "You're so cheesy." You groaned and flicked his nose and he laughed as he scrunched it.

"Too bad I can't call you Angel since you already call me that." Billy laughed, "Yup, it's taken, can't be used." You both laughed and he opened his arms for you to lay on his chest and you gladly got comfortable on him, putting your head under his chin. "B." He hummed, "Do you wish you could go back to Hawkins?" "No, I'm glad I got out of it. I wish I could see my sister but she'll be eighteen in a few years, she writes to me a lot plus she's coming to visit in July. She wants to meet you." You smiled against his neck, "You talk about me?" He laughed, "Yeah, of course I do, sent her one of our polaroids too. She thinks you're pretty." You smiled.

"She did mention that when she visits in July she doesn't want to hear happy screams. Whatever that means," he said, acting clueless. You both laughed and he held you tightly, you noticed he did that a lot more lately. He yawned loudly and dramatically smacked his lips and you laughed at him. "Wanna stay the night?" "Is your dad gonna try and chase me over your fence? I can't jump over it again, I ripped a pair of my pants doing that." You bit your lip, trying so hard to keep the laugh in.

"He's in Arizona for business. Won't be back until August and mom has the night shift." He nodded and leaned over to turn off the lamp as he pulled the sheet over your body, knowing that if he got too hot, he would start to panic. He felt your hand search for his and he felt you smile against him as you intertwined your fingers. Your breathing evened out and he let out a happy sigh, he was healing, the physical healing was done and over with a year ago but he was mentally and emotionally healing from everything he's ever gone through.

He still hasn't talked about his dad but maybe he will, Baby Billy still needed to heal after all. You held him slightly tighter in your sleep and he knew you were dreaming and he smiled and kissed the top of your hair before shifting a little and falling asleep with the moonlight being the only light in the room.

[half-oz-eddie]

I know purge night fics are probably overdone but I'd really love a harringrove purge night fic where instead of everyone going around killing each other, the government just opens portals all over the place and they gotta fight off demodogs and demogorgons until they retreat back into the portals at sunrise.

Billy and Steve's rivalry ends abruptly when Billy and Max take refuge in his house. Steve explains that the first purge started a year ago in Hawkins as a pilot program when the HNL learned of the existence of the Upside Down. The government expanded the purge nationwide the following year, so Steve knew a thing or 2 about how to kill those things.

Maybe it eventually becomes a forever purge because the demodogs and demogorgons won't retreat back into the portal and are determined to purge as many people as possible because the stupid ass government had no idea that they're under the control of a greater and stronger force who wants to purge the earth of all humanity.

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere alphabet for Ghostface from Scream, please? Preferably for Billy specifically if that info is needed, thank you!

Sure I can! Been awhile since I saw Scream so I am trying my best to pull him from memory. Aged up as usual.

Alphabet Found Here

Yandere Alphabet - Billy Loomis

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Deception, Sadism, Knife kink, Blood kink, Kidnapping, Toxic themes, Forced relationship, Dehumanization, Licking blood mention, Torture mention, Isolation, Murder, Jealousy, Stalking.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Billy has the ability to at least pretend to be a loving boyfriend. As just Billy, he'd give you the usual hugs, cuddles, and kisses. He plays the role of your protective boyfriend and promises to be the best for you.

In the movies he resorted to thrill killing due to Sidney's family pulling his apart. To gain that sadistic yandere behavior let's say your relationship takes place in an AU after Sidney.

In this case he's still playing the Ghostface persona. He'll say you're his favorite victim and stalk you, wanting to drag his knife across your skin. As Ghostface, he uses his torment towards you to give into his knife play and blood kink (In my eyes, most if not all Ghostface killers have it).

Although as Ghostface he may also cuddle/straddle you, it's very forced- If you're smart you can tell it feels familiar.

Billy would be pretty intense with his behavior towards you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Oh extremely. As Ghostface he'd be covered in blood for you. I'm also convinced he has a blood kink.

Pretending to be your innocent boyfriend, however? He'd pretend that he hates the idea of blood in front of you. In reality, he loves it.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Billy would totally mock you. I think according to my memory, he mocked Sidney in the movie? He'd abduct you and trap you in a basement, teasing and taunting you about it the whole time.

Now it's just you and him, the act is finished, now the real fun begins.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Most likely, yes. He's a sadistic sociopath, of course he'll do anything to make you cry and scream. He finds it entertaining.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He isn't a very vulnerable yandere. His broken mental state doesn't make him show much in terms of emotions unless he's faking it now.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

It's amusing but he'll quickly tire of it. It's funny for a little bit, he likes to make you think you can fight against him. But when you start actually hurting him, he's annoyed and shuts it down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Yes. Chasing you down, sadistically acting desires out on you, it's all a game. He'd enjoy watching you escape but he knows when it's time to put his toys away. He'll drag you back when he feels it's time.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Really with Billy... you could pick anything. I'd probably have to say the first time he abducts you, honestly. Because then everyone thinks you're dead and he's just... unpredictable. But really any of his little visits as Ghostface would be bad too.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He hasn't really thought of it. Perhaps there was once a time he considered marriage. Now? Well, now he just wants to keep you around to play with. A little doll for him to vent his frustrations about the world to, in anyway he feels.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes and he will lash out. He'll stalk your friends and family and won't mind putting an end to them if it means keeping you to himself. It's best not to make him jealous in the end.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He'd start off as your typical boyfriend then slowly become more sadistic towards you, ever so slightly dropping his act. Other times, Billy will wear the Ghostface persona and stalk you like another victim.

As Ghostface he'd also make you bleed with his knife, lapping at the blood softly as he hears your whimpers.

He plays two personas with you. The sweet boyfriend who'd protect you and the crazed psycho who would hurt you. Soon you can't tell the difference.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

At first you two were probably both seniors in high school and started a relationship. After that he begins stalking you until he's situated in your life. Then he begins his act as both protector and tormentor.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Well, yeah I'd say so. He plays two different people, changing roles when he feel he needs to.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Lots of isolation/torture by his knife. Cause him pain and he'll cause you pain. He may even kill you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

As many as he feels he needs to in the end.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He has patience in the start with stalking you, but once he has you there's a limit.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Yeah, he most likely would.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Nope and nope.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His relationship with Sidney's family most likely started it.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He finds it amusing, your attempts are cute.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He has a knife and blood kink, he's also a sociopathic serial killer. I think those count.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Sudden bursts of affection like kissing? Even then he'd probably never let you leave.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He isn't really a worship yandere. He'll just take you instead of winning you over. When he's still pretending, however, he'd do anything to keep up the facade.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He could stalk you for months, but he'll hit a limit before he feels he needs to do something.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes.

[take-it-on-the-run]

Castiel Playlist

"I cared about the whole world because of you."

A/N: Could also be interpreted as 'Being in Love With Castiel'

Eye In The Sky // The Alan Parsons Project

I am the eye in the sky; looking at you; I can read your mind

Little Dark Age // MGMT

Forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain; just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away

Bigmouth Strikes Again // The Smiths

And I've got no right to take my place to the human race

Wicked Game // Chris Isaak

I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you; I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you; no, I don't wanna fall in love; (this world is only gonna break your heart)

Young and Beautiful // Lana Del Rey

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

Eyes Without A Face // Billy Idol

Got no human grace; you're eyes without a face

Lies in the Eyes of Love // Part Time

No, it's not right; she tells me lies in the eyes of love

Oh Ana // Mother Mother

You are the angel that I couldn't kill

bitter love // Flowers in Antarctica

Our sinners vow, your cardinal sin; hold me tightly; sculpt me out of desire; I'm not bitter love

The Blackest Day // Lana Del Rey

Getting darker and darker; looking for love; in all the wrong places

Afraid // The Neighborhood

When I wake up, I'm afraid; somebody else might take my place

Francesca // Hozier

I would still be surprised I could find you; darlin', in any life; if I could hold you for a minute

Behind Blue Eyes // The Who

But my dreams, they aren't as empty; as my conscience seems to be; I have hours; only lonely; my love is vengeance that's never free

The Night We Met // Lord Huron

I had all and then most of you; some and now none of you; take me back to the night we met; I don't know what I'm supposed to do; haunted by the ghost of you

Memories Fade // Tears For Fears

Memories still fade but the scars still linger; goodbye my friend; will I ever love again?

[onstrangerthighs]

🌊 👑 / 🤕 + 🧸

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"You're seriously gonna pretend like you didn't say what you just said? I heard you," Steve hisses.

Billy leans back into his pillows with a heavy sigh, and a hoarse coughing fit.

His unexpected visitor hands him a cup of water before he continues his interrogation.

"Can't I catch a fucking break? I just wanna take a nap. Isn't there supposed to be a nurse in here?" Funny. Prior to almost dying, he'd have killed for a private conversation with the Steve Harrington. "Leave me alone."

"I don't want you dead. God... when I thought I lost you... fuck!" Steve pulls at the ends of his hair in frustration, furiously rubbing his nose as he paces around the hospital room.

Billy manages to sit up a little. I've never seen him like this.

"I rode with you in the back of the ambulance. The whole time, I was thinking of all those times I could've told you what you'd done to me."

Does he really think I don't feel shitty enough as it is? "I need some sleep."

"I thought I'd never get to tell you how much I really liked you... and I meant to. I figured we'd have all summer."

Billy half-laughs, half-coughs at that. "Man, whatever drugs I'm on are strong as fuck. They've got me good."

"I like you, Billy. I like you a lot."

The way Steve drags out like makes Billy's sleepy brain wonder if he wanted to say something else. Something scarier that would change everything.

"You're just saying that 'cause I nearly croaked. Don't say shit you don't mean. Pity isn't a good look on you, Harrington."

"I don't pity you! Goddammit, would you let me talk?"

"You have the floor. Seriously, man, good joke. You and me. Have you taken a good look at me? Just look! What kinda life would we even have?"

Steve kneels down by his bedside. His twitching hand is centimeters away from Billy's.

His pinky is outstretched, just like mine. What does this mean?

"All I know is I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." Steve pauses, and his hand goes back up to his hair. "If you don't want that with me, I get it, but you had to know how I feel."

"Hold on a motherfuckin' second. Are you crazy? Why wouldn't I want that?" Billy demands weakly, trying to get out of bed.

"You're gonna hurt yourself. Stay still, Hot-Blood."

"I've never been good at that."

"No kidding. We'll talk about this later. You get some sleep."

"Okay... Hey, Pretty Boy?"

"Yeah?"

"Stay with me."

"I got no place I'd rather be."

[gatorbites-imagines]

*knock knock* If it's possible I'd like to request a Butcher x Male reader where they meet each other and starts dating and then Butcher learns that his s/o is kind of Homelander's brother and he feels conflicted af? But it ends up in fluff?

Thank you so much if you can do it! <3

Billy Butcher x Male reader

Headcanons

Reader is a supe, cuz I love characters having powers hehe. Reader looks kinda like Homelander in this, but just enough that they could be siblings ya know?

-          You and Butcher met in a very normal way, at a bar for the less than legal people who did the type of work you both do. Butcher wants to get rid of supes, you want to get rid of supes. You were both good at what you did and had similar opinions, so you started to get to know each other.

-          Now, you had never known your past. All you knew was that you were a supe yes, but your adoptive mother had rescued you from somewhere. You had been so little at the time that you didn’t remember more than white cold walls, and someone’s hand holding your own.

-          Your mother never told you much about where she rescued you from, just that it was a horrible place. You learned after she died that she was a scientist for Vought, so you could only assume that was where she rescued you from.

-          Your mother was killed by supes, you knew it had to be Black Noir. Your family had been hunted for most of your life, you assumed because Vought wanted you back. Your mother had succeeded in removing the tracking chip from your body when she rescued you, but they still followed you.

-          Because she was taken from you, your hate for the supes and Vought grew and you started to work in the business of taking them down, using your powers.

 -          You had always assumed you hadn’t discovered all your powers, but you could fly, was indestructible and had super strength and speed. That was all you needed in your opinion.

-          In the beginning you and Butcher just got along as allies, but as time passed you got closer and closer. He was cautious because of your powers, but overtime he calmed down and you became friends.

-          When The Boys became a thing after Hughie’s girlfriends death, you and Butcher had been friends for a while so you were the first to join up. When the whole thing with translucent happened the hero had looked at you when you entered and for a second thought you were there to save him.

-          When he called you Homelander you almost snapped and killed him on the spot, but Butcher calmed you down enough to leave him alone.

-          It was always something you had suspected, and Butcher had had his theories as well. With your powers being so similar to Homelander and the fact that some of your facial features were similar to the number one hero.

-          But you had never looked into it, not wanting any connection to that monster who claimed to only want the best for the world.

 -          The two of you starting to date just kinda happened. You two had gotten closer, both physically and emotionally. One day you just noticed how you Billy would lean against your shoulder or your arm would go around his waist.

-          It was when your teammates asked if the two of you were dating that you both had to confront your brewing feelings. Now, neither of you were good at talking about feelings so it just ended with the two of you sitting in Butchers car as you drove.

-          You both ended up just confessing, and Butcher pulled the car over on the side of the rode where no one could spot you, took of his seatbelt, leant over, and kissed you. In the end you accidentally ripped your seatbelt as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in close.

-          You never outright said you were boyfriends, but you both knew you were together and your teammates knew, so that’s all that mattered.

-          Your dynamic didn’t change much after that. Butcher was still rude ass Butcher, and you were the one supe he didn’t want to take out back and kill. You just were more open with your affection now and your kisses.

-          It was during one of your passionate moments that your eyes flashes red for the first time. You had been so consumed by feelings with Butcher above you, suddenly your eyes felt so hot, hotter than ever before.

-          Butcher had frozen in what he was doing and looked at you with a shocked expression. Seeing his expression you had panicked too, not knowing what was wrong, and the heat in your eyes disappeared.

 -          You didn’t continue your passionate time together. You both got cleaned up and Butcher was quiet and tense. When you asked what was wrong, what had happened, he didn’t say anything for a while until he told you that your eyes as glowed, bright red, like Homelander.

-          At first you had chuckled because you thought it was a joke, but the seriousness in Butchers expression told you he wasn’t trying to make you laugh. You could feel your heart sinking and fear gripped your heart.

-          Your worst fear was being related to Homelander in any way, especially because you knew what he had done to Butcher, what he had taken from him.

-          You tried to come up with any excuse on why it was like this, tried to come up with a logical explanation on why your powers were an exact copy of Homelanders, but it all came back to you being related to him, his brother.

-          The apartment was quiet after that, until Butcher got up, grabbed his keys, and said he was going for a drive. You knew he needed it to clear his mind, but it still made you want to curl up and cry, fearing he would leave you.

 -          After Butcher left you had sat in the apartment for a while, staring at your hands in your lap trying to figure out any way to not make him leave you.

-          Feeling frustrated you left the apartment and went flying, flying high above the clouds to have some time to think and time to yourself. You had always had great senses, but it was like this stressful situation was the last kick your body needed to truly power you up.

-          Suddenly your senses were greater than ever before, and you clamped your hands over your ears as you could hear everything. The only thing that kept you from not losing your mind was the fact that you could hear Butchers heartbeat, calm and not in danger.

-          You noticed a red glow coming from your eyes, the heat from before was back, but this time it wasn’t summoned from passion but from stress and rage. You despised what you were because you feared it would take the one person you cared for away from you.

-          Before you knew it the heat gathered and gathered until bright red lasers shot from your eyes out across the clouds, a beam of death that disappeared from sight and ceased to exist after a while. You panted, letting your hands fall to your side with shaking fists.

-          Staring out in the direction you had just shot lasers, you took a deep breath, and returned home. You took the long route, hearing that Butcher had retuned yet as his heartbeat was further away. You didn’t go to sleep when you got home, you just say in your living room with the tv turned off, trying to learn to control your new senses.

 -          When Butcher returns a few hours later you art still sitting on your couch, eyes clenched shut in fear of them glowing again, a horrible migraine present because of the influx of sounds you could hear or things you could smell.

-          You don’t react much when he sits down beside you, scared to break the silence fearing what he will say. But you do relax some of your tense muscles when you take in his scent and listen to his heartbeat, knowing he is right there with you.

-          Finally Butcher is the one to break the silence, and you still keep your eyes clenched shut as they start to burn again as he hesitantly starts talking about his feelings. Its no secret Butcher hates talking about his feelings and would rather do anything else, but here he is confessing how it scares him sometimes that he could lose you, or how he doesn’t know what to do with himself because of your relation to Homelander.

-          You must have made a face at the mention of the blonde hero, because Butcher gives a dry chuckle, and reassures you that you aren’t Homelander and never will be him. When Butcher takes your hand you almost star crying, feeling his warm rough palm in your own.

 -          Butcher reached up with his other hand and cradles your face, carefully turning you to him. He’s silent for a bit before he softly asks you to open your eyes, to which you shake your head fearing you’ll accidentally kill him with your newly discovered powers.

-          His voice is soft when he tells you that you won’t hurt him, because he loves you and trusts you, the brit leaning in afterwards and softly kissing you. The action makes tears gather in your eyes again and you finally dare to crack them open.

-          You can tell they’re glowing, and for a split second you fear Butcher will flinch or back away, but he just smiles softly and rubs his thumb over your cheekbone. “There are those pretty eyes of yours” he says, voice soft and adoring in a way that makes your chest ache in a good way.

-          The heat in your eyes stay as you lean in and kiss him again, gripping onto his jacket in a desperate manner as his arms wind around you and pull you against him. The kiss is full of love and devotion, and your fears lessen as he only holds you tighter like you’ll disappear if he lets go.

-          Even as you cuddle into his arms and rest against his chest the heat stays, though lesser than before, but Billy says nothing against it and just holds you as he turns on the tv. You would figure out your new powers together, Billy was still by your side, and that’s all that mattered.

[kaylinlmao]

how do you think the black phone yanderes boys would react to knowing that they are guilty of the reader's death (examples: the boys hurt the reader so bad that she couldn't take it and ended up dying or the reader committed suicide because of the boys or something like that ) (and if it's not too much trouble you can make separate headcanons)

Ok. This was also a little bit confusing but I'm assuming you want headcannons for the boys individually because you didn't put poly in the request. If you wanted them to be poly, I can redo this! Here you go! Thanks for requesting! Love you!

Aged up to 18!

Vance

He killed you on accident while beating you

I think he would feel a little bit bad but also blame you for dying.

I mean how was he supposed know you couldn't take a beating?

I think he wouldn't take any of the blame for it

He would mourn your death by getting into fights and stuff

But honestly, he would move on pretty quickly

Billy

You killed yourself because of the degrading words he would say.

Oh the guilt this kid would feel. He'd get 2nd place for the guilt.

He didn't even realize that he was putting so much pressure on you

He would take like 99% of the blame

After your death, he didn't see a way out

Lets just say, you'd see him again very soon

Griffin

You killed yourself because of all the gas lighting (making you question your sanity)

I think he would get third place on who would feel the most guilty.

He'd be like oh shit. I made her question herself so badly she killed herself.

He would cry and bawl and not leave his room for days but after I'd say 3 months, he would move on from you

Bruce

He killed you with his baseball bat because you just wouldn't love him and you said he was delusional

You'd reject him literally everyday but he just wouldn't take no for an answer

After you told him he was delusional he hit you in the head with his bat out of anger and you died from blood loss because he was running around like a chicken with a head freaking the fuck out

He would develop anger issues and start making bad choices after you died

But he still wouldn't be able to bring himself to move on

Robin

You killed yourself because of how possessive he was

He had killed your best friend so you went to see your bestie again

He was so mad at you and at himself

I don't think he would feel guilty

Maybe a little bit guilty but more mad that he got caught killing your best friend by him.

He wouldn't move on. He'd probably kill himself to be with you.

You can't get away that easy

Finney

You killed yourself after he kidnapped you

You just didn't see a way out

He would manipulate and guilt trip you using everything he could

You just couldn't take it anymore

He got Gwen into a safe place with Robin or something and then 100% killed himself to be with you

Hope you liked this! I'm working on headcannons for each boys for normally dating them and them as Yanderes and dating them. Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

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Can't Trust A Supe

Part 12: Homelander Apology

Masterlist

Warnings: Just general obsessive behavior and some abuse.

        

    My hand shook as I held the note. I was so delicate with it like it might disintegrate in my touch. It was written on a flimsy napkin. All it said was left couch cushion. 7777 Love uncle Billy. It was short and sweet. I knew if I got up now Homelander would hear. The wait for my captor to sleep was always the worst. I never knew if he was going to come into my room to just stand and stare. 

         Soon I was pretty sure he was asleep. I couldn't hear his footsteps in his room. My crutches were nowhere to be seen and my wheelchair was at the table. I was going to have to crawl. 

          The humiliating act was worth seeing what Billy had done to the cushion. I got to the living room with minimal noise. I patted the cushion and nothing happened. So I lifted it, taped on the bottom of the cushion was a smartphone. I couldn't believe my eyes at first. How did they get in his penthouse? It had to be when we were at the party. 

          I crawl back to my room and close the door fully. Naively I pull the covers over my head as if it would hide me. It had a pass code, I typed in the code on the note and the phone opened. Inside there was only one contact, it was one number under the name (Limey Prick). I sent it a text.

        "Hello?"

        "Turn your phone on silent then facetime." I turn the ringer off and then I call. It rang for 3 rings then picked up. In the frame was a shady looking ceiling. The phone shook as Billy came into frame. He just grinned and ended the call. 

         It was probably just to check I was the one they were talking to. I received a text shortly after. 

       "We are working on something big. Are you whole?"

       "Mostly, when can you get me?" 

       "We are working on it. I saw the news. I need you to do a little undercover work for your uncle Billy. 😈" Oh God, who taught him how to use emojis? Was he serious? I can't stay here for one second longer.

        "No, I need to get out of here. He broke my ankle. He's going to do alot worse. I need you to get me out."

        "No can do. Your name is public, to millions of his cocksucking fans you are his daughter. We can use that to undermine all of Vaught, not just him."

       "I'm not his daughter though!"

       "I know that cunt, you have a golden opportunity. Homelander America's hero, isn't going to hurt his daughter who's in the public eye. His need for power and frame just handed you your biggest weapon against him." I hated that Billy was making sense. I knew where this was going. 

       "You want me to stay with him. You are going to leave me with this animal?"

        "I didn't give you to him. You got caught. I'm looking at the silver lining, we can't get your ass out of there yet. It's too risky. Play the public against him, kiss ass till I say. I promise you we will pull you out before anything goes to hell. Trust your uncle Billy. Only use this phone at night to update me and the boys, better hide it well you're not getting another. Delete all of the conversation as soon as we get done talking. Text me tomorrow night." I wanted to cry, I had built my hopes up so high. I thought this was my saving grace. I thought I was getting out.

        With tears in my eyes I deleted all our texts and looked for somewhere to hide the damn thing. I thought about just calling the press. I had the phone, I had the ability to but I'd have no protection. Only the boys could stop Homelander and if I fuck up Billy's plans there is no way he'd hide me. I'd just have to play along for a bit. Even if it killed me.

        Using the wall I shuffle my way to the desk. I take some tape from the art kit in the room and tape the phone under one of the drawers. My cast started to slip out from under me and I pulled down a cup of pencils as I fell. I froze in place. Homelander's bed frame creaked as he rolled over. 

         "Simone?" He called from the other room. I had to think of something quick. If I made him get out of bed to check he'd be pissed. I dragged myself to the hall and used his door frame to pull myself up. My ankle was a blaze with pain as I put weight on it. I pushed his door open and looked into his dimly lit room. 

         "I had a nightmare." I say softly. He was laying on his side looking at me. I could tell he was trying to see my game. "I'm going to go back to bed sorry for waking you."

       "If you are scared you can sleep in bed with me. Come lay down." He pulled down the covers for me to get in. He even slept in his suit. What a fucking weirdo.

        "No, I'm fine. I'm not scared I was just startled." 

        "I said come lay down." His tone darkened and I knew he wasn't offering, he was demanding. I couldn't argue with him but sharing a bed with this unstable individual didn't sound like a good idea. He patted the spot next to him growing impatient. 

         I nod and use the wall to hobble my way to the tall bed. It was huge. California king, it was at least 3 ½ feet off the ground. It was a bitch to climb up in. Finally I was able to hoist my leg high enough to roll in. One good thing about such a big bed was I could have lots of space from Homelander.

         The far right side of the bed, facing away from him seemed like the safest spot from him. I took the pillow I was using and put it between us. He chuckles and puts it back at the top of the bed.

        "Don't be so dramatic, I'm not going to hurt you." He says as he pulls me to him. I try to dig my fingertips into the edge of the bed but of course that does nothing to stop him. He wraps his arms around my body. One across my waist and the other just under my arms around my chest. 

        "This is too close." I say as I try to wiggle free from him. He buried his face in my hair and took a deep breath. He wasn't trying to be subtle about his creepy behavior, he didn't have to be. How was I going to stop him?

         "You even smell like her…" He whispers as he nozzles his face deeper. I froze up yet again. I was fairly sure he didn't want me in any other way than as a daughter, but the way his voice sounded made my stomach drop. 

          Crying was all I could think to do. He seemed to not want me near him when I cried so maybe he would have the same reaction this time. 

          I start to sob and he lifts his head from my hair. I thought it had worked. 

          "Poor thing that nightmare really did scare you. It's alright, your Homelander is here." My sob became a gag as he spoke. He laughed a little and let go of me. "Goodnight, angel face." He said as he rolled over and gave me some space. He was just fucking with me again. My nerves couldn't take much more of his games. 

        Even though I was freezing there was no way I was going to get under the covers with him. 

        At some point I fell asleep. It wasn't a restful night, I kept waking up half panicked and checking where he was in the bed. He never got closer than his back touching mine. 

        The next time I woke up to look for Homelander he was gone. There wasn't a trace of him in the room. I heard voices in the living room speaking. My crutches were resting against the nightstand. Those were not there last night. 

        Using them I made my way to the living room. Homelander was talking to an older man. 

         "Oh good Simone, this is Stan Edgar. He's the big cheese around these parts." Homelander was trying to sound cheerful but I could hear the venom in his words. 

        "Good to finally meet you Simone, your father here seemed to have been hiding you away for some time." Edgar said this like it was a joke but he had no idea how right he was.

         "You could say that." I say with a chuckle as I shake his hand. He looked down at my cast. 

         "Wow you really don't have your father's strength." I look down at it as well. 

          "Oh yeah, it should be healed soon though. Is it a problem? I was looking forward to getting out there and doing my part as soon as possible." I say as I take a seat at the table with the men. Homelander gives me a look. He was likely wondering why I was so eager all of a sudden I needed to tone it down a bit.

       "No, not at all. You are polling great with teens and young adults, actually and no one's even seen you in your suit yet. I think the cast works for you. Real underdog story, you are more fragile than the average supe, it's relatable, inspirational almost. The child of Homelander can get a broken bone. It gives an element of danger when you go out there. The creative team is very excited to flush out your image more." Edgar said as he poured himself some tea. 

        "Sure, the kids got a bit of a glass jaw but do you really think marketing her as just like a human is a good idea. She's powerful, she has so much potential as a full fledged 7 member. She's a real killer, Stan." Homelander was quick to question the idea. Something about his pseudo child being portrayed as an everyday Joe rubbed him the wrong way.

        "Oh I have no doubt She's a killer given who her mother and father are." His friendly exterior dropped as he sipped his tea. It was like someone pressed pause on Homelander and I. It was funny seeing him get tripped up the way I do. 

        "I don't kno-"

        "Don't play dumb Homelander, it's pathetic. Did you really think I didn't recognize her? That's Alphonse Bishop's kid through and through. Luckily for her I don't believe that the sins of the father should affect the child. That being said I'm sure she is not against a little blood shed to get her why, just like her thief of a mother." Both Homelander and I had a physical reaction to his slander of my mom. 

        "Are you going to tell on me, Stan? She should have been my kid. It's only right I took her in." Homelander said, getting defensive. Edgar looked across the table at me. He didn't seem pleased. 

         "No, don't be so short sighted. If I sell you out the press might start looking deeper into the unpleasantness at the bishop family compound. I'd be implicated in a massive cover-up. I can't have that. I don't care what you are doing with her. So long as she is there with a smiling face for the camera's. What I don't understand is; You have a biological son, why keep her around? Don't tell me it's because of her mother." This asshole talked so callously about a slaughter. I wanted to pop his ribcage in but I knew that wouldn't help me any. Not yet at least. There was a more pressing matter. 

        "You have a son?" I ask looking up at a seething Homelander.

        "It was supposed to be a surprise, Stan. She was going to meet him today. And why I keep her is between me and myself."

          "This is very messy, Homelander. Very foolish. I expect better of you. She's not Diana, you killed her remember? Like a pestilent child you threw a tantrum. That we all had to clean up for you." Was Edgar trying to get him to snap? What was he thinking? 

        Homelander picked up his fists to slam on the table but stopped himself as he stared at Edgar. He slowly brought them down and rested them on his thighs. 

         Edgar didn't look worried in the slightest. He was just a man, how could he feel safe talking to Homelander like that? If I didn't hate him so much I'd almost admire him.

        "If you guys hadn't fired her she would have never ran off with that Unabomber wannabe." Homelander say through gritted teeth.

         "Oh please, you know as well as anyone she was seeing Alphonse long before we had to fire her for stealing vials of compound V. You couldn't stand the idea of someone not wanting you anymore so you killed her. That's on you." Edgar didn't mince words when speaking. I wanted to interject to defend my family but  he was starting to fill in some pieces of information I never knew.  

          "No! I had to! She was throwing away her life with him! I told her to come back with me. I begged her,  sh-" Edgar interrupted him.

         "And she decided she would rather die than be with you. I know it all is probably so tragic for you. My heart bleeds for you, honestly Homelander but that doesn't change what you did. It was no one else's fault but your own." Homelander's eyes glowed red. I was sure I was about to witness a murder. Edgar just looked at him. 

          He had to have some kind of fail-safe put into place otherwise he wouldn't be so bold. I wasn't sure what it could be but it had to be solid. No sane man would talk this way to Homelander without an airtight plan in the event of his death. 

          "He's not worth it. You might win the battle but the war would be his." I say softly looking over at Homelander. He must have agreed because his eyes went back to normal. 

       "Look at that she's got her mother's wit as well. Lucky you." Edgar said as he stood up. "I'll be in touch. Everything is all set for her to join Vaught officially." He pulled a pen from his suit jacket and got out a contract of some kind from his briefcase. He laid it down in front of me and handed me the pen. 

         "Go ahead, my team already looked at it. Mr. Edgar was very generous on the conditions." Homelander says never taking his eyes from him. Homelander's face twitched with anger. He wanted to kill him so badly it was palpable. 

         Edgar didn't seem to care death himself was chomping at the bit to end his life. He was a poisoned piece of meat just waiting for a rabid dog like Homelander to eat it. I was certain killing him would cause a bigger problem for us both. 

          I signed as soon as Homelander gave the okay. Edgar took his pen and contract and tucked them away. Part of me couldn't help but to feel like I just signed away my soul. 

       "It's going to be a pleasure working with you. We are going to make a lot of money together." Edgar says as he shakes my hand. 

        Stan Edgar left soon after thanking Homelander for the hospitality. I have never seen Homelander look so helpless. If it was anyone else I might want to root for him. That Edgar guy was so pompous and sure of himself it made my skin crawl.  

        Homelander just sat looking out the window for a while. I wasn't sure if I should act like nothing happened. I wasn't sure I could. 

         "So you have a kid? Like one that's related to you?" 

         "Yep" He said with a slight nod. He was thinking about something. Probably fantasizing about how he'd kill Edgar if given the chance. 

         "You said I was going to meet them? That might cheer you up." I said as I leaned back in the chair. He finally gave up on his staring contest with himself in the window's reflection and looked at me. 

        "You are interested in meeting my boy?" I just nod. If he was treating him anything like me, maybe some solidarity between victims would be good for us. I could get this kid some help if Billy ever gets me out of here. 

          Homelander smiled at me and nodded back. He stood up and handed me my crutches. "Go get around. We can leave as soon as you are ready." I was so surprised by how his mood changed just by offering to go see his son. 

          I took the crutches and got around like I was told. I couldn't help but wonder what a son of Homelander would be like. What if he was as cruel as his father, as if that was even possible. 

          We left once I was finished. He said we could have breakfast at his boy's house. He seemed so excited by the idea. We flew over a certain point and Homelander covered my eyes. 

          "No peeking, it's kinda a secret." He said with a playful tone. It wasn't long before he descended from the sky. He pulled his hand away and let me see again. It was a normal house. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but it wasn't this. "I don't have to tell you not to act like a bitch right?" He asked as we walked to the steps. 

           "Of course, I'll behave." I say with a fake grin. He seemed satisfied with my promise and opened the door. The house was so normal. The kind you see on TV in a sitcom. 

         "Honey I'm home!" He called through the house. A woman poked her head around the corner. 

         "I thought we talked about you not just dropping by. Who's she?" She asked as he looked me up and down. 

         "This is my daughter Simone. Remember when I told you I had experience with kids? I figured she and Ryan should get to know each other." He said as he walked further into the living room. The woman looked scared and uncomfortable. She folded her arms and looked at me. She was trying to figure out what I was; can she be trusted? 

        "Why would they need to know each other? Who's your mom?" The last part was clearly directed at me. 

         "Because they are half siblings, Becca, that's why. And don't worry about who her mom is. She was the love of my life. That's all you need to know. Now where is my boy?" He asked as he looked around the general area as if his son might be hidden somewhere.

         Whenever Homelander would turn his back Becca and I would stare at each other. It was becoming increasingly obvious she was just as much of a captive as me. 

          "He's in the back." Becca finally answered. She turned and opened a sliding glass door. Homelander and I followed. Outside playing with a ball and mit was a young blonde boy. He looked just like Homelander; it was almost uncanny. 

            "Hey Ryan. I want you to meet someone. This is Simone, my daughter. Simone, this is Ryan." Homelander said with a big grin. I look at Homelander then back at this boy. He seemed hesitant as well. 

           I have to take the initiative and hold out my hand. 

            "Hey, nice to meet you." I say as I look at him almost pleadingly. I knew Homelander would get restless if we took too long. 

          "Right, hi." He said as he finally took my hand. 

          "I like your shirt." I say trying to make small talk. Ryan looks down at his shirt then back to me with a wide grin.

         "Thanks, it's my favorite show! You know it?" 

          "Of course I do!" I say with a chuckle. I didn't have a clue what cartoon was on his shirt but he seemed to be happy so I wasn't going to pop his bubble. 

        "Look at you two! Already best friends. Ryan, she's like your big sister. She just has a different mom." Homelander said as he patted me on the back. Ryan looked up at me with stars in his eyes. He looked like he was actually happy to have me as a sister. It felt kinda nice. 

        "Sweet! Wanna play catch with me and hom- I mean dad?" He seemed a little embarrassed he almost called him Homelander. Before I could answer, Homelander stopped me. 

        "Oh no kido she's not like us. She has different powers. We don't want her getting hurt any more." He said as he pointed down to my cast and crutches. 

          "Oh…. What can you do?" He asked, sounding disappointed. I hated that fucking question at least there wasn't many people around for him to make me demonstration on. Come to think of it, this culdesac didn't have any people walking around. It was eerily quiet. It was a gorgeous day out and the next door neighbor wasn't in their pool, no one was walking any dogs. 

          "Well champ she has a really cool power she'll show you some other time." Homelander said, looking down at me. He was trying to protect Ryan. He really seemed to care for him in his own fucked up way.

       "I'm making pancakes. You wanna help Simone?" Becca called from the sliding glass door. I looked at Homelander who looked a little annoyed but he still nodded. 

        "Yeah sure, I'll talk to you later Ryan." I said as I walked inside. Ryan waved before starting to play with his dad. 

        Becca smiled at me and motioned for me to come closer. I gave her a strange look but obliged. She held her hand down to her side. Inside was a little bit of paper. I make sure Homelander was still focused on Ryan before taking it. 

          Written in shaky handwriting, the note was simple.

         You here willingly? It confirmed my suspension, he took them as well. I shake my head no as I stare at her. She looked like she might cry. She nodded slowly and lit a blunt on the stove top. We turn our backs to the window as she takes a drag then hands it to me. We didn't have to say much. There wasn't a lot to say. Not a lot we could say either with him right outside. 

        We passed the blunt around a few times before she snuffed it and finished up the pancakes. They had blueberries just like the ones he made in the morning. 

        "Oh you like blueberry pancakes too?" I ask out loud deeming it inconspicuous enough.  

         "Fucking hate them. But him and Ryan like them." She says as she hands me plates to set the table with. She waves her hand at me to get my attention then mouths "You really his?" While motioning her head towards Homelander. I shake my head no again. Her nose wrinkles up a bit in disgust as she shakes her head. "Sick bastard." She whispers just as Homelander and Ryan walk in. 

        "What was that?" Homelander asked as he took a seat across from Ryan. 

         "Nothing, just chatting. Here, sit down, Simone." She says as she kisses Ryan on the forehead before giving him a pancake. I sit down next to Homelander begrudgingly. At least Becca wouldn't have to if you did. 

         Homelander talked while we all ate. Even Ryan seemed hesitant around him. On some level he could tell his dad was a monster. Kids are smart, they pick up on when one parent is scared of the other. 

         It probably wasn't right but I had to know it's it was probable. looked through Ryan using my vision. He seemed to be in perfect health. I wonder if he was as strong as Homelander. I knew he had his dad's powers but maybe because he wasn't fully grown I'd be able to do something. I quickly closed my eyes, what was wrong with me? Was I seriously considering trying to hurt this innocent kid just for a shot at escaping Homelander. 

         "You alright sweetheart?" Homelander asked as he patted back back a bit too hard. My eyes pop open as I nod.

        "Yep, just a headache."

        "Oh no. Ryan, why don't you get your sister an Aleve?" 

         "Sure dad. I'll be right back." He said as he hopped down from his seat and ran to the bathroom. Once he was out of earshot Homelander's face changed. 

         "So why am I a sick bastard?" He asked, looking between Becca and I. She didn't seem shy once her son was out of the room. 

        "Because you kidnapped someone's kid!" Her tone was a mix between a whisper and a shout. Homelander looked at me, I knew I was in some deep shit.

        "Is that what she said? I kidnapped her." 

        "No, of course not. She's not stupid and neither am I. I could see it in her eyes. Where and who are your parents, Simone?" She asked, looking at me. Homelander had a self assured smile. 

       "No go on, tell her. Don't let me stop your guy's little girl talk."

        "They are out of the picture, I'm 18." I say trying to ease her mind as much as I could. 

        "That's even worse Homelander what the fuck she's not-"

         "Found it!" Ryan said as he ran back into the room holding out two Aleve.

          "Thank you so much." I say with a big grin as I take them. He smiled and walked back to his seat. 

           "Good job baby" Becca says as she rubs his back. She kept her eyes on Homelander. She was pretty brave when Ryan was out of the room. She is just trying to protect him, keep him out of it all. She seemed like a good woman. I hated that she was pulled into something like this. I couldn't imagine a lady like her falling for Homelander, well I guess my mom did.

         After breakfast we all played monopoly. We couldn't finish it because Homelander was losing so he decided we all should play battle ship. When Ryan sank his cruiser he quit that as well. It would have been funny if I wasn't scared he'd flip on us all. 

        It was almost time to leave. We were all outside saying our goodbyes. Ryan was pretty sad. I'd imagine so he's probably lonely there doesn't seem to be many kids in the neighborhood. 

         "Alright buddy we are gonna get going. I'll be back soon" Homelander said as he hugged Ryan.

          "Will you bring Simone?" He asked looking up at Homelander. 

        "Well I don't know I'll see. Her leg is pretty bad. Maybe once it's all better." He said as the corner of his lip twitched. Was Homelander seriously mad Ryan wants to see me again?

        "I'll miss you Simone. Make dad bring you along." He said as he gave me a big hug. He almost lifted me off my feet. The little guy really was Homelander's kid. I squeeze him back and laugh. 

       "I'll try, you know how he can be. But I'll miss you too, kid." I say as I look up at Becca. She looked like she was gonna cry again but forced the tears back when Ryan came over to her. 

        "I want a hug too. It was good to meet you." She said as she hugged me as well. Being tormented by the same manchild God will make you bond fast. 

        "Good to meet you too. I'll see you around." I say as I pat her back. 

         "Alright come on its time to go." Homelander said as he grabbed me and lifted off. He wasn't quick enough to cover my eyes and I got a pretty good look at the neighborhood. It looked like it was walled off. He was keeping them insome kind of compound. He covered my eyes after a few seconds and I couldn't see much else. His grip was tight as he flew. I could feel his hand over my eyes tighten ever so often.

        Soon we were home. He sat me down and stood in front of me. He looked pissed. I knew my mistake was being too well liked by his other victims. 

         "Well you three were cozy. The way you girls laughed when I had to pay taxes on monopoly. Really sweet." He had his hands on his hips. I would have laughed at him again if he didn't scare me so much. 

       "I thought I was supposed to behave. Isn't it good Ryan and you ex like me?"

       "She's not an ex we had sex once." He said as his foot tapped. He looked like a mother who just caught their kid sneaking a cookie. 

         "Okay so? It should be good Ryan likes me. Are you jealous?" I asked as I lean back and lift my foot up on the chair in front me to elevate it. Without warning Homelander pushed my leg off the chair making it slam down onto the hardwood floor. I scream and fall out of my chair to hold my ankle. 

           "No of course I'm not jealous of a weakling like you. How dumb are you. I'm his dad. He could never like you more." He sounded horst. I don't even listen to him as I cry and hold my ankle. Walking on it all day made it sore enough but this sent me over the edge. 

         He sucked his teeth as he looked down at me. He picked me up under my arm pits and put me back in my seat. 

         "Stop being such a baby. It doesn't hurt that bad, let me see." He said as he sat down across from me and grabbed my cast and rested it on his leg. 

         "No just stop! It hurts enough!" I yell as I try to pull my leg from him. He used his X-ray vision to look at the bone. I was too busy crying and squirming to watch him. 

        "It doesn't seem broken anymore then before. I'm gonna have the doc come in and suspend this thing from the ceiling so it can be elevated properly. Maybe he'll even put a bolt in the thing to make sure it stays in place."

        "My cast doesn't need a bolt just stop please." I beg as I reach to hold my ankle again. 

         "No I meant a bolt in your bone to hook the suspension up to." He didn't seem to realize why I wouldn't want that.

          "Absolutely not! Just get me a pillow I can elevate it myself no bolt needed. I'm sorry you think your kid likes me more then he likes you but that doesn't mean you can mutilate my ankle further!" He gave me a strange look as I spoke. He shook his head slowly. 

          "I'm not doing this to mutilate you. I want to make sure this is healed up for you." He said as he rubbed a spot below my knee just above the cast where it had been swollen. I squirmed a bit more but gave up on trying to get my leg back. The steady pressure against the swelling almost felt nice but it also was so sore. 

        "Just stop acting like you care. I know you just like to see me suffer." I say as I lean my upper body against the table. He looked almost hurt. 

         "Is that what you think? I mean sure it feels good to hurt you but I don't like that. I really do want you to get better. I don't like seeing this cast on you." He says as his eyes softened. I couldn't take his head games I just lay my head down on the table and give up.

        "Oh and the doc has to come tomorrow anyway. Stan wants you to be chipped." He says as he reaches down to my other foot and takes my shoe off for me. I lift my head up. 

         "What? Like a dog? Why am I getting chipped?"

         "All of the 7 are. It's just for insurance. It goes in your arm." He says as he lifts me up and carries me to my bed.  

         "You have one?" I ask as he gently lays me down. 

         "Nope, my skins too tough." He grabbed a few pillows from the couch and lifts my foot up with them. Vaught really seemed like they had trust issues. I guess I wouldn't trust the 7 either.

          "I meant it you know, I don't like seeing you suffer." Homelander said as he crouched down next to my bed. He's completely ignoring the part where he said he likes to hurt me. I don't want to start a fight so I just agree.

          "Yeah alright."

          "I'm going to watch a movie want me to put it on in here and we can watch it together?" 

           "No thanks. I'm going to just play on the switch or something." I say as I pull out the gift from A-train. Homelander walked to the door before stopping. 

           "Hey you um you did good today. And I'm sorry about your ankle… not the breaking it part but I mean when I pushed it off the chair. That wasn't fair, sorry." I looked up at him stunned. This was the first apology I ever got from him. It wasn't the best, kind of a Homelander apology but he sounded like he meant it. I just nod at him wide eyed. 

        "Yeah no problem no harm done." I say with a small smile. He nods back and grins before walking out. That wasn't like him, it almost scared me more then his normal self. 

        I had to wait till he went to sleep before I could update Billy. He's going to loose it when I tell him about Homelander's kid. Maybe they can find the location and get them out.   

          I looked through my leg. I had to do something about this as well. I'm vulnerable enough, I don't need to be bolted down to a bed for a few weeks. I wasn't sure how good I'd be repairing bone. I stare at the crack in my ankle and try to get the bone marrow to seal it. It feels like a hot poker was pressed against my bone. It never hurts when I heal a cut. I wince and have to stop.

         The fracture did seem to be a bit smaller. If I did this slowly enough I could have this thing fixed in no time. That's not so bad. As always Homelander was my biggest threat. 

        His kindness tonight scared me. He seemed so genuine. He wasn't like that before. What happened?

[bisexualhomelander]

May is upon the fandom. I'm going to be insufferable. Have fun with cute Butchlander for, like, an entire month.

Domestic May Prompt: Making tea/coffee for a loved one. Pairing: Butchlander

Billy felt watched. It wasn't the only thing he felt: his nose was stuffy, his cheeks were hot, his eyes were teary, his throat felt like he'd deepthroated a sandpaper cock taco. But there were also eyes on him. He could tell.

"What d'ya want?" he mumbled, not willing to open his eyes and confirm that the cunt was watching him.

"You're sick."

"Astute observation, mate. What gave it away? The snot on your high thread count Egyptian cotton?"

"It's American cotton, it's from OurSheet." Always on the defensive, that one. God forbid he sleep on imported sheets.

"Let me sleep."

Billy didn't think it'd deter him, and it didn't. The bed dipped when the supe sat next to him and extended a hand, a too-warm palm laying itself over Billy's forehead and greasy fringe. "One-hundred-and-one."

"You can tell just by touching me?"

"I can tell by the temperature of your sweat, actually, but it's nice to confirm."

"You're a little under the weather yourself, aint'cha?"

"You mean my temperature? It rises when my body deals with any pathogen. It's not the same as a human fever. I'm not ill."

"That... is exactly what a fever is, but whatever. Course you're indestructible, your highness. Ryan already awake?"

Homelander's eyes wandered to the side, going wide and empty as he tried to find his son through the walls of the Tower. "He is. He ordered Ashley around to get him breakfast in a tone of voice I'm almost proud of."

"You're raising him into a spoiled little prince."

"He's just gotten over his cold. I'll let him indulge a bit." It was true. Ryan had spent the past four days in Homelander's penthouse with a feverish, splotchy face, wrapped in all the blankets his father had been able to get and idly browsing through Vought+ for some entertainment. When the kid had complained of being cold, Homelander had picked up the entire bundle of blankets and Ryan and settled him into his lap, holding him close, even firing up his lasers from time to time to generate extra warmth. When work had called him away, Billy had taken over and put himself right in the line of fire. Now, four days later, the plague had gotten him by the balls.

"Why can he even get sick anyway, shouldn't he be like you?"

"He's not grown into his full power yet. I was susceptible to sickness when I was young. Resilience is something that will come to him in time. Until then, he has a lot of viruses to catch up on now that he's in school, surrounded by other children, out of his secluded home." It sounded like something the cunt had read in a parenting book. Knowing him, it was true. He had a habit of memorising trivia from books and then quoting it back. Must be the actor training.

Billy coughed. "Just happy he's doing better."

"I thought I'd be tired of it by now," Homelander said.

"Caring for others?"

"You and your silly little illnesses." He grinned. "And yes, caring for you. Not for Ryan. I'd kill everyone in this tower if it meant he'd get over his symptoms quicker, but you, you are..."

"A right cunt. It's alright. I don't need you to play nurse for me." Billy made to get up, but a hand on his chest pushed him back down with a determination he had nothing to put up against - less, even, in the state he was in.

"I said I thought I'd be over you being sick. I didn't say we're already at that stage." Homelander's hand trailed down to the edge of the blanket that had slid off Billy's torso and put it into place - up to Billy's shoulders, so only his head was peeking out. The furs were put over him as well. "Warm enough?"

"Mate, I'm already feverish. Last thing I need is more layers."

"Sweating is healthy. Ryan was a much better patient than you. At least he was grateful."

"Yeah, not the point of taking care of others, right?"

"I'm grateful, too," Homelander mumbled. "I know you wanted to laugh when they told me that- I know you did, even. I heard you. But you made sure never to do it while I was in the room with you. I owe you for that. That's all."

Homelander could apparently feel the smirk form on Billy's mouth because despite not looking in his direction, the supe raised a finger and said: "Don't."

Billy had never cared much about his own life, so the risk of being lasered for his comments didn't exactly deter him. "Least mine gets better with time, luv."

He finally managed to hoist himself into a sitting position and wrap his weakened arms around Homelander's body, pulling him close. "I wouldn't want to be ungrateful," he mumbled, kissing the supe's nape. "'M sorry."

Homelander shivered, but wriggled himself free. "I want to make you breakfast."

"Don't got much in terms of hunger."

"You're losing fluids. I'm a little concerned. Does coffee or tea sound better?"

"Vought doesn't sell any of the shit I want, and your celebrity chef isn't awake yet."

"Not Vought. From my kitchen."

"Your... what? If there is a kitchen in this room, you've never used it. I wouldn't know where it is, either."

"Doesn't matter. I know how to boil water."

"I'd kill for a cuppa." Billy let himself fall back onto the bed, stretching his arms out over his head, then deciding to cover his eyes with his hands instead. He looked like shit warmed over and was surrounded by mirrors to prove it.

"I have leaves. I know you like them better than the bags."

"Touched, luv," he groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his sinuses.

Homelander vanished. Billy waited to hear the sound of a tea kettle, or the bubbling of boiling water, but what he heard instead were lasers. He stifled his laughter with his fist, wrestling down another coughing fit.

Homelander returned a minute later with a steaming cup. The smell of earl grey permeated the sickness-laden air of the apartment, and Billy didn't feel much like laughing anymore.

"Only touch the handle," the supe explained helplessly despite cradling the cup in his hands like it was his firstborn. "The rest is still hot."

"Because you boiled it with your eyes. Kitchen my arse. You don't even have a kitchen."

"Okay, okay, I am the kitchen. I can cut, boil, stir, sauté." He held the cup out, handle towards Billy, looking anxious and expectant.

Billy was embarrassed. Being offered tea in bed, being sick in the vicinity of a supe who didn't get sick. He was showing his underbelly. Part of him was still waiting for the supe to strike. But he never did. There was no mutually-assured destruction anymore. There was just them in this room, spending time. Maybe that poem had it right. Maybe earth really was just an anagram for heart, and he was a fucking idiot. What he'd scorched wasn't the earth Homelander didn't need to walk on anyway. If anything, he'd destroyed the last bit of honour he'd still had. The last shred of respect his team had had for him. He'd sullied Becca's legacy by jumping into bed with the man who'd hurt her worse than anyone ever had.

He took the tea before that train of thought could lead anywhere. The smell was amazing, and the taste was even more delicious, at least as far as Billy could tell with his sense of taste being fucked by his cold. Earl grey. Real earl grey, traditional mixture. Real bergamot oil, none of that artificial stuff. Despite having only taken a minute to make, the supe cunt had somehow managed to hit the perfect temperature and concentration of tea in the water.

"Thanks," he said, not meeting Homelander's eye, which probably signalled more than he wanted the supe to see.

"Oh no!" a voice piped up. Billy hadn't heard him come in, but there Ryan was, chocolate-glazed doughnut in one hand, backpack slung over one shoulder, skateboard in the other hand. "Did I give that to you?"

Homelander jumped from the bed so fast it looked like he'd forgotten about the force of gravity for a second and floated upwards instead of standing up. "You get out, young man! I don't want you to pass this back and forth like a football. It's back to school for ya, bucko!"

Ryan chuckled, mouth still full of doughnut. He wiped sticky sugar from his face with the back of his hand. "Get better, Butcher!" he yelled before he was successfully shooed out of the room.

"Enjoy your tea," Homelander said, closing the door behind him. Every single day, he accompanied Ryan down to the entrance of Seven Tower, seeing him off to school with a lunch box and a kiss on his hair. It was cheesy as all hell, and Billy found it weirdly adorable.

Despite taking the skateboard with him every day, Ryan often flew at least part of the way. Billy heard the sonic boom that the kid could replicate perfectly by now. A second later, Ryan appeared outside the window of Homelander's apartment on the 99th floor. He waved at Billy and shot off into the sky.

Billy took another sip of his tea, letting the warmth of it soothe his sore throat. He couldn't remember ever having had tea that good before.

"Is that enough for your true British sensibilities?" Homelander was back, cautiously eyeing Billy up and down for signs of either enjoyment or criticism.

"Mate, I wasn't born in Ascot. I never had tea like this at all. How much did it even cost you?"

Homelander gave a dismissive shrug. "Import was more expensive."

"So it's the patriotic OurSheet for you, but you import tea for me? You pay taxes on it, too? Forgot your values?"

"Never. You know, William, I value family more highly than anything." And with that, Homelander crawled back into bed with him, and Billy intimately hoped that the supe would interpret the shiver down his spine as a symptom of his cold.

[malka-lisitsa]

Well look at that it's 2024, and my new years resolution is to stay an unbothered icon queen, and hope the hater's die mad. But I also thought I'd take a second to shout out to the people who make the shit show of a year 2023 bearable, and even enjoyable in some cases.

As trash as the rpc has a tendency to be there are still a lot of you that make this place more than worth it. I clearly cant shout out to all 900 something followers but I can highlight some of you. If you're not listed don't worry I still appreciate you immensely for being here, these are just the people that have really impacted my time here so far.

@unsettledspirits / @zoomingupthathill what can i say that I already haven't. There's 3 months worth of daily reasons to love you. You built the one ship that beat Steferine with me, honestly it was a surprise to everyone. Happy to see you back on Max ruling over your ST kingdom.

@hybrid-royalty-main Damon you piece of shit, I hate you the absolute most, and I'm so glad youre here with all the boys tbh. You bring such a unique quality to each one of them. Especially were-jer, it has been an absolute HOOT watching you take on the challenges of a teenaged were pup.

@baby-royalty My sired child with loyalty so unwavering you make the sire bond in the show look tame lmfao. The universe pulled us together the second I stepped foot into this hellsite again and I have enjoyed watching you grow into the person and writer that you are now. I'm proud of you.

@klaeus Kiki I adore you sm, you and your knock off brand doppelganger and scruffy mutt hybrid (affectionate) I love talking about the show and dynamics and honestly just about everything with you. You try, and thats more than most people do for me. Plus your grafics are just chefs kiss.

@multi-royalty Maddie this is like 3 years we've been besties, the caroline to my Elena. I've loved watching you branch out into new circles of friends and grow as a writer. You're absolutely killing it.

@ofcrossrcads Cribby, my darling I adore you. You are simply the sweetest, and keeping you here aggressively as my friend was one of the best things ive done in my life. I am always right here if you need me for anything &lt;3

@hargrove JT WTF. How are you so talented? Honestly youre the bees knees and I am SO HAPPY to have reached out to write with you bc I wasn't expecting Katherine and Billy but here they are and tbh im here for it. Tho everything you write is top notch, you're just flawless with every reply. And for that reason katherine said, you can go ahead and keep your halfbreed in the dog house. LMFAO. But for real I am so happy to have met you.

@petrovawitch Kenz, Katherine says fuck you for bringing her pain in the ass sister back- but im really glad you did. We adore you both even if we're spicy at times bc you know were brats hehe

@havvkinsqueen / @stanfordprepped My fellow digidestins, I am so happy to have met you. Both of you are just pure goodness spun into a little ball of sunshine. Honestly the most supportive people ever, the RPC needs you desperately. Just please remember that I have your back just as much as you have mine. We digidestin gotta stick together. &lt;3

Ok ok ok I cant shout out to literally everyone individually so these people also are super important to me and have made my experience here this year amazing, thank you for all you do-

@langdhon@ravenskeeper@salvatoraes@sarcasticsnackpack@sithdestined@nexusvcrti@ofvalor@imundus@brokenbrxther@loyaltylanced@spellsigns@ruinedmyself@ravmalakh@touchedbydestiny