#mr styles really got me GOOD with little freak

[jamminvroomvroom]

oh no i’m fine i’m just thinking about how if i flipped “a golf swing…” and wrote it from maxys perspective it would be centred around the line “you never saw my birth mark” and now i want to be put down

[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part 6

pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader, Grid x Reader

summary: you and lance have a talent for traumating the grid *insert emotional damage meme here*

requests open masterlist

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It was safe to say that that you and Lance were still very much in your honeymoon phase when you got to testing. Both of you very tan from your weeks spent on the beach.

“Y/n! You surprised the world when you announced your marriage and name change, Anything you want to say about it?” One of your favorite interviewers asks you as you walk hand in hand to the paddock with Lance.

“Sure, yeah. Lance and I have been together for a long time, so getting married was just the natural next step. It was a small wedding with close friends and family. Regarding my new name, alittle over a year ago, Kimi offered to mentor me and we forged a very close bond. He is basically my father and his kids are my siblings, so with the blessing of the family I wanted to honor the relationship the best way I knew how. Racing under the Räikkönen name is such a huge honor and I can’t thank my dad and family enough for the honor,” you beam, more than happy to talk about your family.

“How did Kimi react when you told him you were taking his name both legally and when racing,” she asks, your joy infectious.

“He was so happy, I told him at the wedding, yeah. We are such a tight family, I can’t thank them enough for bringing me into their family and allowing me to take their last name. And Lance has been wonderful about it, he actually suggested hyphenating the names,” you tell her. Usually you are pretty tight lipped, but you with happily talk with her.

“Alright, onto what actually matters. How are you feeling going into testing with Red Bull?” she asks and you take a step back into your normal interview style.

“Good. I certainly miss Checo here, but the car feels good. We will see how testing goes and work from there,” Lance gives you a look that says you will be late and the journalist notices.

“Thanks for chatting, and congratulations,” she says and you nod in thanks before walking away.

“You look very hot today, Mrs Räikkönen-Stroll,” Lance says kissing the side of your head.

“Maybe so, but nothing compares to you post race,” your cheeks flame a little. Lance pulls you into a small alley between motorhomes. You are pressed against the wall as Lance kisses you, hands tangled in each other’s hair.

“OH MY GOD!” you hear Daniel shriek.

“MY EYES!” Valtteri screams. Lance quickly pulls away from you as the four of you look at each like deer in the headlights. Daniel and Valtteri quickly walk away, leaving you and Lance giggling like school kids.

The club atmosphere was off when you walked in, taking a seat beside Logan. Valtteri can’t look you in the eyes while Daniel isn’t sure whether his is proud or scarred for life.

“Fernando, I was not aware of your taste in books,” Nico says, a little flushed thinking about what they had to read.

“Yeah, a smut book? We do have innocent eyes here,” Kevin looks at you and Logan.

“Innocent?” Logan asks, a breathy laugh behind it.

“The beach scene?” Lewis suggests you all start on.

“The writing was phenomenal, the author really captured the emotions and sensations. It read so raw, so lifelike. It was one of the few times that art imitated life. She captured every intimate thought and feeling that a woman gets when she is having sex. I remember during the honeymoon when Lance and I did something similar on the private beach and wow, the author really nailed it,” you say, not quite realizing what you had just revealed to the group.

“Damn, Y/n, I didn’t realize you and Lance were freaks like that. Respect,” Daniel says, never being one to shy away from sex. Your face twists in mortification at what you unintentionally revealed. The guys look at eachother mortified as well.

You were an adult, they knew that, but in their subconscious mind you haven’t done anything more than kiss a boy. That’s how you end up following them as they storm across the paddock.

“Logan! Help me stop them,” you look at him with panic in your eyes as the group nears the Aston Martin garage.

“Hell no, this is so funny,” he says and you huff. You see the guys cornering Lance.

“YOU RUINED OUR DAUGHTER?!” Fernando yells at his teammate. You just want to sink into a corner and die, similar to how Lance appears.

“Our precious, innocent, child. What’s next? Logan has slept with a girl?” Valtteri says.

“HEY!” Logan yells in offense. The guys’ faces drain of more color.

“You too? This isn’t ok,” Kevin says and you spot Max and Lando trying not to laugh, the two of them having seen the commotion and wanted to check it out.

“I think you guys are forgetting that the three of us are consenting adults, we aren’t kids anymore,” you say softly, Logan and Lance standing by you, the latter still scared.

“Tell that to Kimi,” Nico chuckles and you groan at the mention of your dad.

“Alright, stop harassing my teammate, we have meetings,” Max breaks everyone up, leading you away.

“Thanks, Maxie,” you let out a breath of relief.

“Do I want to know?” he laughs.

“No, I don’t think so,” you return his laugh. You just hope that your book club meeting will be smoother tomorrow morning.

The next morning, you walk into the room happy and perky as usual.

“You okay, Fernando?” Logan asks when he notices Fernando on his third cup of coffee and the tiredness in his eyes.

“The hotel has thin walls. My hotel room shares a wall with Lance’s,” Fernando says, giving you a look that makes you blush in embarrassment, wishing the earth would open up and eat you whole.

“It is natural. They are young and in love, maybe we will have a baby Stroll soon,” Lewis says and your eyes light up.

“We will!” you say, quickly pulling out your phone. The older drivers hearts sink, all slightly panicking. “Oh my god, I’m not pregnant guys, we are just getting a puppy,” you laugh at their faces.

“I would like to make a motion to kick Y/n out of the book club due to the amount of emotional distress she has given the members this weekend,” Valtteri says, and your jaw drop.

“Alright alright, but you don’t understand the almost of trauma I went through having rooms that neighbored all of you during my first year here,” you point your finger at all of them.

“Motion denied,” Daniel sighs, knowing he was probably one of the main culprits.

“So, this dog?” Nico says, changing the subject.

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y/username EVERYONE MEET MY BABY!

since I’m too young to have a baby (according to the club) here is my baby holding our baby, Milo Stroll ❤️🐾🐶

logansargeant look at how big his paws are! he’s gonna be a big boy 😍

y/username his favorite uncle 🥰

danielricciardo @y/username I take offense to that

user1 y/n really had me in the first half

nicohulkenberg she had us too the first time she brought up Milo in conversation

lancestroll what a hot mama 😮‍💨

y/username nothing compared to the absolute DILF holding my sweet puppy in the picture

georgerussel MY EYES! MY INNOCENT EYES

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When Nancy’s mom pulled her aside one day to ask her a favor, she never thought that it would involve tutoring the Steve Harrington. The basketball starter that had nearly every girl in their high school wrapped around his finger. 

And sure, Mrs. Harrington was offering some really good pay, but that didn’t mean she wanted to do it. Because Steve was…a lot. He was cocky, he was weirdly aggressive when it came to his drug dealer best friend, and if his grades and lack of self-control were anything to go by, he was also dumb as hell. 

Just because he was the hottest guy in school didn’t mean she wanted anything to do with him. But her mom didn’t really give her a choice, not when she had been vying for Mrs. Harrington’s friendship for years.

And that’s how she found herself on the Harrington doorstep on a Sunday, dreading how tedious trying to make someone with no attention span learn was going to be. She rang the doorbell, impatient for the whole thing to just be done with already. 

She was surprised when it was Eddie Munson who answered the door, clad in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt that Nancy was pretty sure belonged to Steve, unless he had been a secret swimming champion in 1982. For a split second she thought she was at the wrong house, until she remembered that Eddie was supposed to be living in a trailer park. 

He ran a hand through his messy hair, not even the slightest bit embarrassed to be caught without pants on at someone else’s house, “Uh, can I help you?”

“I’m here for Steve? Um, I’m his tutor? Nancy Wheeler?” She wasn’t sure why she said her own name like it was a question, but the way Eddie was staring her down had her uncharastically nervous. 

But his eyes brightened at the word tutor. He stepped aside to let her in, “Oh yeah! He told me that was today, I guess we just lost track of time. Wait here. I’ll go get him. You want a muffin? I literally just made them, unless you're allergic to chocolate? But if you’re not they’re like, really good, my uncle’s recipe so you can trust it.”

He was talking a mile a minute as he led her into the house, happy in a way she never would have expected from him. In school he was so…defensive. Always willing to cut down anyone who made a comment about his weird sense of style. And there was also the little known fact that he sold freaking ketamine in the woods behind school with a small history of violence and theft. She kind of thought that the drug dealer whose wardrobe half consisted of skulls wouldn’t be the type of guy to bake muffins. 

But that didn’t mean she didn’t want one. 

“Um, sure?” She said, jumping a little when Eddie suddenly tossed one her way. 

Before she could even say thank you he was two-stepping his way up the stairs, whistling a tune that Nancy couldn’t help but smile at. If Eddie Munson could be so nice, then the odds of Steve turning out to not be a total dick were looking pretty good.

She could hear him slam a door open upstairs, voice loud and obnoxious, “Time to wake up sunshine! You got some learning to do!”

Nancy wandered over to the stairs as she ate, happily surprised at just how good it was. She couldn't hear much else, just a few groans and some shuffling, then something that sounded suspiciously like a giggle before the two of them made their way back downstairs. 

Steve was just as disheveled as Eddie was, hair a mess as he blearily blinked into the light, like it wasn’t already noon. He at least had the decency to put on pants though, something that Eddie had decided was superfluous. 

He waved at her as they came down, at least apologetic, “Hi, I’m Steve. Sorry about that. I was up late last night doing- I mean watching movies. Kind of let the day get away from me a little bit.”

He put out his hand for Nancy to shake and she couldn’t help but notice just how big they were. She took it, suddenly a little flustered as she spoke, “Nancy. And we’ve uh, actually met before. Believe it or not.”

Steve blinked at her, mind obviously racing to try and figure out when he’d seen her before, “Please don’t tell me we used to date.”

“No we didn’t but- wait. You don’t remember all the girls you’ve dated?” Nancy raised a brow at him, suddenly a lot less impressed. Just how big of a player was this guy?

But at least he had the good grace to look embarrassed, “I-well, it’s not like that. I-”

Eddie put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in the midst of his stuttering sentence, “Stevie, stop while you're ahead. Now go get some food so your brain can actually function.”

Surprisingly, Steve obeyed, just like that. He just nodded and puttered into the kitchen, leaving Eddie and Nancy to follow him. 

Eddie leaned over, stage-whispering in her ear, “He’s usually a lot more charming after he’s been conscious for more than 5 minutes. I swear.”

They rounded the corner, just in time to see Steve eat half a muffin in one bite. He moaned at the taste of it, and Nancy was suddenly blushing for the second time in one day. 

He smiled at Eddie, hearts in his eyes, “How are you so good at everything?”

Nancy was starting to understand why her mom always said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. If she didn’t know any better she’d say that Steve was seconds away from asking Eddie to ride into the sunset together. 

Eddie shrugged, even though his face was positively pleased. Steve finished the rest of it with a dreamy sigh, eyes still locked on Eddie.

“God, I love-” Steve coughed mid sentence, and for a second Nancy was sincerely worried that he had managed to choke on a piece of muffin. But the next moment he was fine, glancing over at her before straightening, “Uh, when my parents are gone. You can eat anything you want. Thanks for making them dude.”

Eddie snorted, barely managing to keep his laughter inside, “No problem, dude. But now that you're functioning I’ll let you guys get to it. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

Nancy wasn’t sure just what they would need him for, but Steve nodded anyway. It was almost weird, just how comfortable Eddie was in his house. She had half expected him to leave after he dragged Steve downstairs, especially since it was a school night, but the way he sprawled himself out on the couch said otherwise. 

They set themselves up at the kitchen table, Nancy with their biology book in hand and Steve with a second muffin. She cracked her book open, internally preparing herself for an afternoon of frustration. So imagine her surprise when none came. 

Because Steve Harrington was nothing like she expected. He wasn’t some undiscovered genius or anything, but he was diligent. He didn’t try to make a move on her, which her friends had definitely warned her about when they first heard she was tutoring him. He never got mad when he didn’t understand something, or even impatient. If anything he was just apologetic, a constant barrage of I’m sorry coming out of his mouth whenever he got something wrong that she already explained.

It was endearing to say the least. He even offered to drive her home after. She hadn’t realized that the offer included Eddie poking at him from the back seat and complaining about the music the whole ride home, but still. It was a nice gesture. 

When her mom asked her how it went she didn’t even have to lie. It went great. Not even on the whole he wasn’t a dick side of things. He was making ground when it came to his schoolwork, he just needed a little bit of extra attention. 

She found herself laying in bed that night with a smile on her face, more than excited to see Steve again. Maybe they’d even manage to get a little alone time, just so she could get to know him a bit better.

For strictly tutoring reasons, of course. 

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Part 1.5 Part 2 Part 3

From an unpublished chapter of this fic (But I'll probably add part two and the reveal here because it kind of works with tumblr formatting!)

[avatar-anna]

so just an idea. what if few years down the line when prof and h get married and he drops her to uni first time after they are married and people address her "professor styles" or "doctor styles" and she cant stop blushing and harry is just smirkingg. you can totally ignore this if this isn't something you like!

Heyyy queeeeeen, first of all HAPPY NEW YEAR! Second off all this is kinda a request/idea : how about y/n is mad at bf!Harry so she gives him the silent treatment and then out off nowhere he calls her y/n Styles and it gets her attention and then they have a talk about marriage and the end up making love?

I've given this a lot of thought, because on the one hand, I feel like Professor would be the type to keep her last name. BUT I also think she would appreciate the idea of shedding her past for good by taking a new name, Harry's name. She talks about it at length with Harry, and he holds his tongue, wanting her to come to her own decision and supporting whatever she wants to do (but he totally has an opinion and it's for her to be Mrs. Dr. Styles). And because you so graciously requested this, we're going with Mrs. Dr. Styles, so here is three times Professor was referred to as Dr. Styles!

The Professor Series

Harry often thought the way Y/n went on tangents was cute, adorable even, but right now she was being a little...unreasonable.

"Y/n, we talked about this. It happened for a moment, and security took care of it. I'm fine."

"This is not okay! Do you know how many creeps there are out there? So many. I don't need statistics because I encounter them all the time, Harry. This is serious. You could've been hurt, the band could've been hurt, anyone could've—"

"Darling, nothing happened. Come back down to earth for me. Please?" he said, standing up from the hotel bed to come near her.

"I am on earth! Where some...some freak decided it was okay to run onstage and charge you! Why aren't you taking this seriously, Harry? Anything could've happened? So many celebrities are attacked by fans who think they're in a relationship or have a right to..."

And on and on she went.

Harry knew it was scary for her. Y/n got easily spooked by this kind of thing. And he was fine with that, but honestly, hearing about all of this was freaking him out. He'd been fine after the show, but now she was making him uncomfortable.

"Y/n, love, come on. Stop," he said gently, reaching for her hand. But she wouldn't stop, she just kept going.

Harry loved her, he would never want to change a single thing about her. He loved her little quirks and all the things that made up who she was. She wouldn't be his love without them. But sometimes she didn't listen to him, and sometimes she worked herself into a frenzy when she didn't need to.

"Y/n Styles! Stop. I love you, but you need to stop," he said, voice soft but stern.

He didn't even realize what he said until she asked, "What did you just call me?"

"What?"

"Y—You called me Y/n...Styles," she said, and Harry thought she'd probably never looked so confused in her life. "Why would you do that?"

"I...I don't know," he said truthfully. "It just came out. Sorry."

He wasn't sorry, though. Not really. Harry might not have meant to, but he certainly liked the sound of it. They hadn't been together very long, but he knew what he wanted, he knew what his future was going to look like. Harry didn't care how long it took or when that future started, but he could wait.

What he didn't want was to freak his girlfriend out. Harry knew Y/n loved him, but she sometimes got squirrely about the abstract, the unknown.

"No, it's—it's okay, I—I kind of liked it," she said.

Of all the things to happen tonight, that was the most surprising.

Grinning, Harry said, "You did, did you?"

"I know that look. Don't give me that look or I'll take it back," she said, stepping away from him as he got closer.

"What look?"

"That look! Put those bedroom eyes away!"

"Bedroom eyes?" Harry asked, laughing as he cornered Y/n against a wall. In a sing-song voice, he said, "You want to be my wiiife."

"N—No, that's not what I said, I just—Hey!"

"No more talking," he said, carrying her over his shoulder. "We, Y/n Styles, are going to bed."

Y/n tried to say something, but Harry's mouth was on hers before she could make a sound. "I said no more talking," he murmured, nudging his nose against hers. "We're going to bed, and we're going to kiss for a little bit."

"Maybe a little more?"

Chuckling, Harry kissed the top of her cheekbone. "Whatever Mrs. Styles wants, she gets."

"Stop it with that. We're—mm."

"Shh. No more talking."

"It's—It's Doctor Styles," Y/n corrected, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck.

"Of course. Now, where were we?"

"Have a wonderful, wonderful day, Dr. Styles."

"It's review day. My least favorite day," Y/n huffed, slumping against the seat of the car.

"Impossible," Harry said, leaning across the middle console to kiss her temple. "Today is your first day of work as Dr. Styles, which means it is the best day."

Y/n's cheeks flushed at the sound of her name. Her new name. She loved it, of course, she wouldn't have changed her name if she didn't. But it was just so new. They'd only been...married...a few weeks. Seeing the ring on her left hand still surprised her from time to time.

"Are you going to say Dr. Styles every time you address me?" she asked him.

Harry's grin was broad as he winked and said, "Absolutely, Dr. Styles."

"Harry—"

He took her chin in his hand and kissed her long and hard. When he pulled back, her entire face was red. "Harry! Anyone could see—"

"Let them. I love my wife, and everyone should know it," he said. "I'll be by for lunch, okay?"

"Really?"

Harry kissed her forehead. "Yep. Gonna bring you flowers and embarrass you in front of all your students and make them jealous at the same time. So go, I'm looking forward to being a trophy husband."

He was being silly, he knew that, but he couldn't help it. They were married. Harry would shout it from the rooftops if he could, but he would settle for making Y/n blush every chance he got.

Grinning from ear to ear, Y/n surged forward and kissed him. "Do you have to bring the flowers?"

Chuckling, Harry pecked the bridge of her nose. "I have to bring the flowers, Dr. Styles."

Y/n, Dr. Styles, wrinkled her nose at Harry, her husband, who just wrinkled his at her and kissed her pouted lips. "You better go, Dr. Styles. You're gonna be late for class."

She nearly told Harry to drive them back home, that she didn't want to go back and teach, she just wanted to stay in all day with him. But that was impractical. She had to go.

So Y/n got out of the car and went, but not before one more kiss to Harry's lips.

All day, when students called her Dr. Styles, Y/n blushed. She got through her lectures without a hitch, but she couldn't avoid the teasing questions at the end, or the cheers and whistles when Harry came by as promised, a takeout bag in one hand and a large bouquet of her favorite flowers in the other. He ate up all the attention, then sat Y/n on his lap while they ate lunch together. And when her next class was about to start, he didn't leave like she expected. He stayed in her desk chair and minded his own business while she gave her lecture, though she could feel his gaze on her every now and again, each one more heated than the last.

Y/n could feel each one and tried not to rush through one of her lectures so they could get home. That wasn't who she was, she was a good professor who didn't let her husband's—her husband's—bedroom eyes get in the way of a lecture. She was better than that, she would be better than—

"I think that covers everything. I think you would all benefit from some free study time, so...so get studying!"

Students trickled out one by one, some of them going up to Y/n to ask her a question or congratulate her or both. She answered and accepted each graciously, but her fingers were also tapping furiously against her leg, just below the hem of her skirt. And finally, when the last student was finally gone, Y/n turned around and launched herself at Harry.

"Take me home," she mumbled against his mouth. "Take me home right now, please."

"Darling, you have one more class—"

"Now," she insisted, before going back to kissing him all over. His neck, his jaw, his cheeks, the corners of his mouth.

Harry hummed as he threaded his hand through her hair. He gripped her waist and indulged her in one more kiss before he tilted his head back. "I love you, my darling, darling wife, but no."

"No?"

"No. I know you want to now, but you'd be disappointed for letting your students down later," he said.

Y/n wanted to protest, but she knew Harry was right, so she slumped against his chest. "But I want you right now."

"Believe me, you are not alone in that department," he said, squeezing her hip. "But, we have our whole lives together, hm? So I will wait, and so will you, and when we get home..."

"Promise?"

Harry kissed his wife, loving the feel of her body pressed against his. "Promise."

"Okay, we're live in three, two, one!"

The host of The Daily Show smiled at the appropriate camera and did his normal greetings after the commercial break, then announced that Y/n was here.

"Welcome Dr. Y/l/n"

Y/n was nervous beyond all reason, but somehow she managed a small smile. "Thank you. I—It's Dr. Styles."

She wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to the cameras and the attention and the live studio audience. Well, she was, but her lectures were different. That was her safe space. This...a live television interview was not her safe space.

"Right! Of course, congratulations!" the host said. "How is married life treating you and your husband? What's his name again?"

"HARRY!" someone in the audience shouted, which caused everyone to laugh and cheer.

Y/n blushed. How long had they been married, and she still blushed at the mention of her and Harry being married? "Good. Good, I guess. We're very happy."

"I'm glad! And I'm so curious to know how the two of you met. A Cambridge professor with multiple PhDs and a world famous pop star. How does that happen?"

The host's voice wasn't condescending, merely curious, but Y/n wasn't prepared to talk about this. She didn't come to talk about her relationship.

Her mind buzzed with an answer that wouldn't be rude but would also change the subject. "We...met during the pandemic, which was when I realized how lacking schools were in...in so much. Which sounds silly, but I skipped most elementary grades and spent most of my time in higher education. But I...I realized I could help."

"Right! You became quite the internet sensation during lockdown to make educational videos, which obviously led to this. Your very own curriculum."

Grinning, Y/n nodded.

She never set out to write a series of textbooks for children. Y/n had a busy life, a fulfilling life as a professor. And yet somehow, she found herself wanting to do more. Harry had a lot of...younger family, and she liked to help them with their homework and projects and such. But her first look at their textbooks was very disappointing.

"This is what they're teaching you? This isn't even historically accurate! Where's..."

It was safe to say once something was on Y/n's mind, she couldn't let it go. Harry was amused but supportive, his usual reaction when she took on a new project.

"How can I help, love?"

"You didn't even finish school. How are you going to help me write a textbook?"

"Ouch, love."

"Well?"

"I mean you're right, but you could always say, 'Thank you husband. I love you so much.' Now you try."

"Thank you husband! I love you so much!"

"See? Not so hard."

"I started by just writing one. A comprehensive American History textbook," she said now, tapping her fingers under the desk where no one could see. " Kids have the capacity to learn so much more than what schools are currently teaching them. Leaving things out or not acknowledging certain events or painting our nation's history in a certain light is a disservice to them."

Y/n wasn't expecting applause, didn't necessarily want it. So she was surprised when the audience cheered for her answer. She smiled despite herself, then glanced to the side where Harry was standing off camera. He gave Y/n a thumbs up and blew her a kiss.

"That's amazing," the host said. "So you started with one, and it just progressed from there?"

"Yes, I—Once my mind is set on a project, I can't let it go, so I carved out time and just...wrote a bunch of textbooks, I guess. Well, I researched and got a Master's in Urban Education first. But then...then I wrote a bunch of textbooks."

"You wrote an entire elementary and middle school curriculum by yourself! That's incredible, Dr. Styles."

The audience cheered again, and when it died down, the host asked her more questions about her books, which she was happy to answer. She talked about her approach and her willingness to not shy away from or hide unsavory history. "In a way that's appropriate for each age group, obviously," she said. "But it's important for children to understand the complexity of history and that there's never just one side to a story. I tried really hard to be respectful and honor forgotten voices that have been left out for too long."

"Would you ever teach to younger pupils, yourself?" the host asked.

"Oh heavens no," Y/n said quickly. "My students at university can barely keep up with me. No, I—I wanted to do my part by providing well-rounded, unbiased material, but I'm not sure kids would want me to teach it."

And when it was all said and done, when the cameras were off, the host shook her hand and thanked her for coming to the show.

Y/n walked off the set and toward Harry, who was quick to spin her around in his arms. "You were fantastic," Harry said.

"I know! I was nervous at first, but I just am so proud of my work, you know? So it was easy to talk about. And I even managed a few jokes!"

Harry laughed because her "jokes" flew over everyone's heads. The only reason Harry got them was because Y/n practiced them on him the night before. "They were great."

She smiled, but it dimmed the longer she looked at him. "You didn't think they're funny."

"What? I didn't say that! Why would you—"

"You didn't have to. It's all over your face," she said, pouting. "You don't think I'm funny?"

"I think you're brilliant, and I think you have so many talents. Can you let the rest of us idiots be funny?"

"I suppose that's fine," she huffed. "Can we go home now?"

Kissing her temple, Harry took her hand and led her out of the studio. "We can go wherever you want, Dr. Styles."

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updatingyn Y/N out in New York with Glenne earlier today!

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harryfan3 A TOTAL MILF

ynfan7 the first time we’ve seen y/n out with her child…😭

harryfan9 y/n’s outfits are so iconic

ynfan6 i aspire to be her one day

harryfan4 she’s going to harry’s show tonight!!!!!

ynfan10 glenne and y/n = best duo ever

harryfan12 imagine walking around with harry styles child?

ynfan14 y/n truly is living the dream

harryfan11 i’m going insane over her outfit

ynfan13 how does she look so good

harryfan15 i am forever jealous of y/n

ynfan17 the definition of a milf 🙏

harryfan19 she slayed.

ynfan16 i can’t wait to see her at the show tonight

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lloyddddddddddddddddd Canada, backstage

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harryfan18 Y/N!!

ynfan20 the way harry is wearing gucci and y/n is wearing balenciaga 😭

harrystyles My pretty girl.

harryfan22 screaming and crying over this

ynfan24 i just want what harry and y/n have

pillowpersonpp queen of backstage

harryfan21 WE ARE GETTING Y/N CONTENT AGAIN

hunterschafer my favorite person in the world

ynfan23 she’s so pretty

florencepugh best girl ever 💕

harryfan25 i wanna be y/n for a day

gemmastyles the sweetest!

ynfan27 the muse in all her glory ✨

_basselin my favorite tour buddy

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yourinstagram my little love bug

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harryfan26 the little hand 😭

ynfan28 THIS IS SO CUTE OMG

harrystyles I love my two girls.

yourinstagram and we love you!!

harryfan29 GIRLS??? HE HAD A GIRL?

ynfan31 i love dadrry already 🥹

gemmastyles i hope you are having an amazing time on tour! 💕

harryfan33 already one of the best nepotism babies

zendaya this post is giving me baby fever.

ynfan30 we are getting baby content now…i’m crying

sydney_sweeney little mini y/n

harryfan32 when you realize harry styles is now a father

ynfan34 going mentally insane ❤️

deuxmoi via instagram stories

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dontworrydarling A beauty in Victory.

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ynfan35 i’m not going to recover

harryfan37 HARRY AND Y/N IN THE SAME MOVIE TOGETHER?

florencepugh such a beauty!

ynfan39 she’s one of the burlesque dancers 😭

alessandro_lambert best actress ever

harryfan36 so the y/n and olivia drama is real

ynfan38 most likely it’s a rumor…

gemachan loved working with y/n 💞

harryfan40 how am i supposed to deal with this information

harris_reed i am freaking out over this

ynfan42 now i’m more excited to watch dwd

jacobelordi can’t wait!

harryfan44 i just know she’s gonna eat up her screen time

maudeapatow so very excited ✨

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harry_lambert New York, Night One!

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harryfan41 harry found dead

ynfan47 SHE IS THE MOMENT

yourinstagram best stylist out there xx

harry_lambert i love you!!!

harryfan49 y/n just keeps on slaying and slaying

hunterschafer literally such a goddess

ynfan51 her outfit outdid everyone’s tonight 🙏

mitchrowland Harry has been staring at his phone for like 10 minutes…I wonder why?

harrystyles Heyyyyyy.

harryfan52 mitch exposing harry is so 😭

ynfan50 you can tell harry really is obsessed with y/n

pillowpersonpp i am in love

harryfan53 y/n’s outfit is top tier for love on tour

_basselin so beautiful!

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ynupdates Y/N MEETING FANS TODAY IN NEW YORK!

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ynfan58 i love her so much

harryfan55 SHE HAD A RING ON HER WEDDING FINGER??

ynfan59 what if y/n and harry got married secretly…

harryfan56 that honestly sounds like something they would do

ynfan60 she is so beautiful omg

harryfan62 wasn’t harry with her too??

ynfan64 yeah he just got cropped out 🤭

ynupdates my account is called y/n updates for a reason

harryfan61 mrs. styles 😭

ynfan63 she’s so sweet

harryfan65 ✨ i just think you’re cool ✨

ynfan67 new york just keeps on winning

harryfan69 whoever met her…congratulations

The now married Euphoria actress brought a child into the world in late 2021 with beloved Harry Styles. The two were linked back in 2017 after fans spotted Y/N at Harry’s New York show with friends. Ever since then, they got married and had a child together.

Though just earlier last year Y/N’s pregnancy leaked and took the world by storm. The public went truly insane at her private information. News outlets, social media, magazines. You name it and most likely they were talking about Y/N and her musician partner.

“Well…when my pregnancy was leaked it sort of took a toll on Harry.” Y/N explains. “He felt defeated that he couldn’t protect that information. We both really wanted the pregnancy to be quiet and private but it turned out to be the opposite.”

Paparazzi had followed Y/N all around Malibu until they captured photos of her pregnant. Almost immediately they released the photographs and very quickly the news took over the world.

In response Harry filed complaints against the media companies and won his cases. Suing paparazzi made a whole other wave on the internet, yet the couple decided to ignore the talk and carry on with their lives.

Being just recently married, Y/N talks about spending her honeymoon at a private villa in Italy. “It was a dream come true. Marrying the love of my life then honeymooning to our favorite place, Italy.”

The As It Was singer discusses in an interview with Howard Stern, he and Y/N met at a bar in Positano Italy. He goes on to say he felt like she was too cool for him which I bring up to Y/N who laughs nodding. Now we know who Cinema is about.

Getting married secretly was a thing Y/N had always wanted. She hated the idea of paparazzi or fans finding out where their wedding was being held so Styles hired about thirty security guards who guarded their wedding venue, Addington Palace.

“We held our wedding in London because it meant a lot to Harry. He told me he’s always dreamed of getting married in London since he was little.” Y/N explains biting her lip most likely suppressing a smile.

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[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 88... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

OMG...!! 😍 THIS WAS SUCH AN ADORABLE CHAPTER FOR THE MANGA TO RETURN WITH...!!! 💗😆💗

We had to wait a month and a half for this chapter, and I think that it DELIVERED!! 😁 So let's talk about it, shall we...? 😊

This chapter begins with a plot line that's been brewing since Mission 61...

THAT'S RIGHT!! 😆 DAMIAN IS FINALLY GONNA GIVE ANYA THE CAKES THAT HE PROMISED HER!! 😁

And it only took 27 chapters for Damian to accomplish this...!! 😌 I honestly just love how Endo does stuff like this, where he brings something back up a bunch of chapters later (even if it's the smallest detail imaginable...!! 😊)

But moving on, we get something that I did not expect to see...:

ANYA DRAWN IN THE FREAKING SHOJO ART STYLE!! I JUST-- I JUST CAN'T...!! 🤣🤣🤣

This is one of the best and funniest things I've ever seen in Spy X Family, and I honestly can't wait until THIS gets animated...!! 😆

After spotting his dream girl from afar, Damian tries to give her the cakes that he promised, but...

There is just too many people around for him to give Anya the goods...! And with Anya overhearing his thoughts about giving her the cakes (but not fully understanding why Damian wants to give them to her in secret), she devises a plan to meet with Damian in the courtyard...!

And after receiving a seemingly bloody message from Anya, Damian agrees to head to the courtyard with her...

But as you can see, Becky, Emile and Ewen decided to follow them...!! 😅 So Damian and Anya decide to BOOK IT, while the others follow suit!!! 😆

After getting chased around for awhile, Damian determines that he's done with this shit and ultimately decides to just throw away the cakes (which Anya hears), and then...:

ANYA, ARE TRYING TO KILL DAMIAN...!? 🤣 HIS LITTLE HEART CAN'T TAKE IT...!! 🤭

Honestly though, this whole page is just so adorable (even if Anya is only doing this for the cakes...!! 💗😄💗)

Anyway, because they were so wrapped up this cake situation, Damian and Anya didn't realize that a wild Henderson has appeared to scold them for missing the the bell...!

Now the two of them have to stay after school, but it isn't all bad...:

After finishing writing their apologies, THE G.O.A.T., Mr. Henderson, offers to have some tea and cakes with Damian and Anya...!! 😁

Then, Mr. Henderson asks Damian about the cakes, and get this little flashback...:

HMMMMMMM..... 🤔

This flashback just makes me continue to be suspicious of Melinda... 😤

But, anyway... To end things off, Damian questions why Anya wanted to meet with him in the first place, and well...:

THESE TWO I SWEAR!!👏🤣👏🤣👏🤣👏🤣

And that was Mission 88, a really fun chapter to get us back into the swing of things...!! 😆

I'm pretty sure a lot of us were expecting something big to happen this chapter (like how I was hoping for Yor's full backstory because season 2 of the anime started), but it didn't, and I'm okay with that...! I'm just glad that we finally got another chapter of this amazing series to talk about...!! 😊 And though that month and a half long break was killing me (I mean, I had Undead Unluck to read in meantime), I just hope that Endo got some well deserved rest!! 💗🤗💗

Also, that flashback with Melinda is just giving me red flags all over the place...!! 😵 I don't know if Donovan is the one telling her to do these things or if she's doing this to get to Anya herself, but everything that Melinda has done thus far has made me feel constantly uneasy... I just hope that she didn't do anything to those cakes that will harm Anya or her powers in any way...!! 😡

Well, that's pretty much all that I wanted say about this chapter, and like always, I can't wait for the next one!! 😆 So, until the next Mission... Take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! LATER!! 👋😄

[babiestmunson]

fireside

18+ only, minors please dni

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Harrington Twin (yes because I'm obsessed with the idea)

Summary: After getting caught at your house by your brother, you find yourself going for the first time to Eddie's trailer. What happens when Eddie ask you to try to be friends? (3k+)

Warnings: 18+ please no minors, smut, vaginal penetration, safe sex, oral (m receiving) dirty talk, fingering. Let me know if I'm missing something.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, hopefully it won't be so generic lmao i would really like to do a second part i already have the idea so if you'd like it too let me know

This is bullshit. Eddie thought at the sight of the number of pictures that showed a perfect and loving family, the four of them had matching outfits, the difference was that the children's outfits were a little more juvenile. 

They were that kind of family, businessman dad, entrepreneur mom, jock son, and cheerleader daughter. The parents raised their children to be king and queen, with perfect grades and perfect life practically in their pockets. But he knew the truth behind their perfect white smiles. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were absent parents, Steve was a bully who barely graduated and didn't get into college, and YN, sweet princess YN wasn't as innocent as they thought. In fact, she was always begging Eddie to fuck her until she couldn't walk, that’s right, their sweet princess was more promiscuous than any parent wants it, and Eddie was there to please her whenever she desired it. What would mom and dad think about their little girl begging the freak to fuck her brains out? 

It was a normal routine for you two, you'd call him letting him know that your parents were, again, not home and he'd sneak through the window at the first sign of Steve being gone. You could spend hours teasing the other until the urge of him being inside you was so strong, that you'd let him rip your clothes, hence the reason you were running out of panties. Today was no exception, he was waiting for you to put on a new lingerie set to "spice things up" leaving him outside your room wondering in the hall where many pictures were displayed. 

“Well, this is new” YN was standing at the door of her room looking like the hottest version of herself. It was an all-black lace set with a matching robe, her breast looking magnificent as ever. Eddie didn’t know much about fabrics, but it sure looked expensive. “Gotta say, I’m very pleased with the new style but I like it better how you look in a good old pastel pink”.

He’s closer now, taking small steps to corner you between the wall. The scent of his cheap cologne was all over you. He looks at you, eyes darting your eyes before they settle on your lips. His fingers traced random patterns on your arm, all without taking his eyes off you, but you were looking at his fingers. 

“You got nice hands Munson”

“Think so princess?” Eddie softly touches your bottom lip to make with his thumb, he loved how his rings contrasted the delicate features of your face. “Guitarist's fingers” 

 “And you’re gonna show me what other things you can do with them?”

With that he brings a hand up to tilt your hand back and kisses you eagerly, hands finding purchase on each side of his neck, giving him a little tug. His hands now gripped at your hips, pulling you more against him. Slowly he slips a hand under the soft fabric of your robe to caress your thigh. He sucks on your bottom lip, teeth grazing it and making you moan. 

“I fell asleep! I was just leaving” Steve was about to make a full statement about why he was in the house when he realized that was not the point. 

“Oh dear lord!” Steve suddenly is standing outside his room doing his best to cover his eyes. You don’t have time to think but Eddie quickly covers you with his jacket since the robe you’re wearing is everything but covering.

“What the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at Robbin’s!”

“Eddie you have to go” you start to shove him down the stairs. 

“Like hell he is” Steve interrupts you and grabs Eddie by his shoulders “You’re gonna explain yourself freak”

“Jesus, Steve let him go” 

“Why don’t I leave, this seems like a twin problem so…”

“Yes!”

“No! I can’t believe you’re with him I thought you had someone from college coming to visit you”

“Ok, no together it’s just a casual thing” Eddie clarifies.

“Like that’s better, is he the reason you’re dropping out?” Eddie looks at you confused, your thing if you could call it that way was so casual, he didn’t know what college you were attending or what was your major. He just learned you had a middle name.

“No! Steve, please shut up. I’m sorry Eddie but you have to go. I’ll go change and then we’ll talk ok Stevs?” your brother softens up when he hears his nickname. You only used that pet name when something is bother you. 

“Fine”

“Well this was lovely, see you around Stevie” before he leaves, Eddie grabs your face to kiss you, an aggressive kiss with his tongue quickly moving against yours. He pulls off and with his breath still like crazy, Eddie grabs your ass and winks at you before waving goodbye to Steve who was speechless. 

It's saturday and you couldn’t imagine a worse-case scenario, you'd been in your car for fifteen minutes waiting to see Eddie. Already a couple of people gave you strange looks, you weren't a stranger to the town's community, your dad used you as his perfect angel when he ran for mayor, thank god he lose. So what was Harrington's angel doing in the trailer park on a Saturday? You didn't know which one was Eddie’s trailer so a miracle was what you were expecting. Am I going too far just for being horny? Yes I am. And he is worth it.

When the clock indicated that you'd been waiting twenty minutes, your hopes were on the ground but, one of the doors opened, Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler got out of the trailer followed by Eddie; he said goodbye to them and got back in immediately. Now you were packing at the thought that the boys might see you, Dustin especially since he was close, really close, with your brother, what were you going to tell them? That you're just passing by when you're supposed to be in college? 

"Great" you spotted their bikes just close enough to your car, there was no way they wouldn't see you. And they did. 

"YN? What are you doing here?" Dustin was the first one to approach you, he was confused but so happy to see you, his smile always warmed your heart. "Needed a break from the city?" 

"Oh yeah, a break of course" 

"I wish Steve would told me, my mom's been dying to show you her new apple pie recipe" 

"I'll go see her if I can don't worry" your hands kept on the weil. 

"Great! So I'll see you around?" 

"Wait, what are you doing here specifically?" Damn Mike, you were so close to being done with them. 

"That's none of your business Mike let's go. Please don't go without saying goodbye"

"I won't, take care kiddos" 

When you no longer see them on the road, it was time to get out of the car and look for Eddie. The closest you were, the louder the music was, it was absurd to think that a human being could enjoy music at such level, but common decency wasn't the reason you were looking for Eddie. You knock like your life depended on the matter unsure if he was going to hear you. 

Eddie heard the first two knocks and willingly ignore them but at the third one, he suspected someone was at the door. He made an imaginary list of people who could be looking for him: maybe someone his uncle, or him, owed money to. Or Dustin even, sure he just left but that boy was annoying. After the fourth knock,  he did the logical thing: look through the window. To his surprise, YN Harrington was standing outside his trailer, she was so annoyed, he could see it in her face. Arms crossed, tapping furiously and rolling her eyes every five seconds or so. This is gonna be sooo much fun. 

"What a surprise, what's this princess doing so far from her castle?" 

"Let me in?" Your annoyed voice turns him on right away, he steps aside, hands behind him like a good boy. You got in and started to check the place. 

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Eddie sits on his couch like he is in a throne, with his arms on his knees and a playful smile. 

"I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the awkwardness that happened last time" he can notice that suddenly you’re nervous and vulnerable. But not vulnerable as in defenseless, vulnerable in a shy kind of way.

“I see… you know? You didn’t have to but I’m glad you came because I can see your nipples through your shirt.” He gets up from the couch and gets closer to you, he knew damn well what you were doing in his place. But you loved to tease him. 

“Then maybe I came for you to care of them” 

He tugged you toward him with the hand he already had in your hair, your nose pressing against his cheek as he moved to whisper in your ear.  “You know what you came for” 

It was no secret you were a big fan of the way he handled you. Just his hand alone had a gush of arousal pooling between your legs, you squeezed your thighs together, urging yourself to keep your composure. It was useless because he noticed. His smirk was hidden but you knew he was doing it. Eddie’s strong arm wrapped around your waist, lifting your body and sitting you up on the table with little to no effort. A hand pushed the hem of your skirt up your thighs, eyes dropping to the newly exposed skin. 

“No panties?” The tip of his fingers traveled up your thigh and he was pressing himself closer. You could feel how hard he was against your skin.  

“They tend to get in the way” Eddie snarled, staring up at you with fire in his eyes.  With his hand in your hair, he pulled you from the table and onto your knees. You are now faced to face with his solid bulge at the front of his pants.  On instinct, you were reaching your hands forward. Quick with undoing his belt and lowering the zipper of his ripped jeans. He watched in amusement, but you were too driven by the thought of having him in your mouth, so you chose to ignore it. 

Leaning forward you prepared yourself to swallow his length. just as your lips wrapped around the tip, his hand was batting yours away, taking control of his cock. It wasn’t long before you were struggling, jaw aching from being slack open for so wide around him. He was moving too slowly, searching for a proper pace that he liked, sliding deeper with each movement. You tried the best you could to swallow all he was giving you, hands bracing on his thighs as you slowly tried to move your head.

“Oh, fuck!” Heavy breaths left through his nose, the hand that once held your mouth open gripping the table behind you. He watched you were furrowed brows, the tip of his tongue rubbing against his lower lip before he was chewing down on the skin and God, he looked so good.

 “That feel good?” You spoke after pulling off of him, licking gently against his length. He nodded, the quiet noises leaving his lips surprising you. 

“So good, baby.” He complimented and you grinned, leaning down again. It was no secret between you two how much you enjoyed having his cock down your throat, you could feel yourself growing wetter as the seconds ticked by. He held you there, thrusting forward shallowly. You were so glad the distance this position warranted, knowing only embarrassment would come from his knowledge of how wet you were right now.

Your eyes landed on his throbbing dick, just inches from your face, unbelievably hard, and wet with a mixture of your spit and his pre-cum. You leaned forward, mouth open, ready to swallow him down again. The sound of Eddie’s chuckle stopped your actions, his hand in your hair lifting you onto your feet. Standing face to face, he looked at you with the softest of expressions. You wanted so badly to drop back to your knees, just so he’d stop looking at you like that. There were already too many emotions floating around this room. His thumb brushed under your eye, wiping some of the smeared makeup from your skin. If you knew him any better, you would’ve guessed that he’d say something sappy. Something that could be considered romantic in the slightest bit. But you didn't know him in that way.

 Eddie’s grip fell from your hair to the side of your face, holding you still as he covered your mouth with his. Your breath caught in your throat. His hands were dropping shoving your skirt further up your legs until your ass was on full display. Hands groping and kneading the flesh, pulling a whimper from your lips.

 “I want to fuck you tonight. Will you let me?” His words were murmured against your lips, he had only pulled back a few centimeters to speak. Nevertheless, you were understanding him, nodding your head at his words… a happy giggle leaving your lips. He smiled, dropping a gentle kiss on your lips before he was lifting your body off the floor. You were in a position of vulnerability, he knew the kind of control he had over you, nevertheless, he'd ask every time for your consent, even if you were already naked in front of him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. Quickly, he was tucking himself back into his jeans before leading you out of the living room and into his bedroom.

Your body bounced as he dropped you onto his bed. His hands grabbed the neck of the collar of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. 

“Move up,” He ordered, watching you as his hand dipping into his boxers. Oddly, that’s when it hit you. You barely knew Eddie. The little facts you knew about him were in majority rumors or puzzle pieces put it together from what Dustin had told you and what you share in between fucks.

“Move up. I want to eat you out,” He repeated. There just had to be some rules if, after months, this was going to keep going. It was only a quick fuck. Acquaintances hooked up because it was easier, not because there was any interest in starting up something.  He moved to hover over you when you remained silent too long. His elbows pressed down at either side of your head, his clothed cock pressing against your wet pussy.

He planted wet kisses against your skin, licking a wet stripe toward your ear, before nibbling at the lobe. You felt his cock jump against your thigh. He ground his hips into yours, sinking his teeth into the skin of your neck. You gasped, head rolling back as you reached up to grip his back. He stuck his tongue out, soothing the skin his teeth had just irritated. You moaned. Eddie lifted his body to kneel on his knees. You watched as he pulled his cock from his boxers, stroking it a few times. The skin glistened still and he was harder than before. A bead of cum rolled down the side and your mouth watered; your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Do you have a condom?” Confusion took over his features as he stared down at you. You usually fucked at your place, every break from college and even before that, he was always at your house. Not the other way around and especially if you showed up by surprise. So, he didn’t quite know where the condoms at his place were because he has a spare at your room.

"I guess they have to be where my goods are right?" His urge helped him to find them quickly and in a fast move he got exactly where he was. His fingers were dropping down, toying with your clit slowly. Your face melted into a twist of pleasure, soft moans leaving your lips. He smirked, loving how easily he could turn you to putty. Eyes finding yours, your jaw dropped as he began to push his way past your fold; bottoming out. You groaned.

 “You should’ve let me prep you.” He spoke in an annoyed tone and you rolled your eyes. 

“Not the time” Eddie laughed, his hand reaching between your body, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow eights into the wet nub.

 His head dropped back into your neck, wet kisses landing on your clammy skin. He nibbled and sucked at the skin, making sure to keep his hips still as he toyed with your clit. You could feel yourself slowly starting to loosen up and Eddie was quick to pick up on that, dragging his hips back before pushing all the way in. 

“G-god!” You squealed and he grinned. He loved when you swore.

All at once he was dropping his body onto yours, surprising you with the sloppy way he captured your lips into a kiss. The feeling of how quickly your mouth reacted to him, distracting him from all the comments that were begging to slip through his lips. His reeling mind calmed as you kissed him, your hand reaching up to grasp his jaw.

“F-fuck! Eddie…” Your voice trailed off, not being able to finish the sentence that hung on your lips. Eddie had his head tilted down, watching as your swollen wet pussy swallowed his hard cock. He was able to slide deeper inside of you with your leg up like this, your head was spinning. Leg muscles screaming from being bent so far back, but the feeling between your legs was too good to lose.

 The only thing that could be heard throughout the room was the sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your wet pussy, taking him in. If it were any other guy, you would’ve been embarrassed about how wet you were, the way it dropped down your thighs shamelessly.  His hand was dropping down between your legs, the tips of his fingers quick to find your clit. You whimpered, trying to spread your legs wider than they already were. The grin on Eddie’s face didn’t go unnoticed as he started to rub fast circles onto your clit. 

“Wish you could see how precious you look right now. Just for me,” He mumbled the last part, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

He was close. You could tell from the way he wasn’t moving so quickly anymore. His focus now on getting you to your finish before him. It was like he knew you were at your edge, all you needed was just a few brushes of his fingers and some strong thrusts and you were falling apart. He watched as you unraveled, hips lifting and bucking without your accord.

Loud screams of his name fell from your lips and he loved the sound of it. Eddie wasn’t far behind you, fucking into you a few more times before wrapping your legs tight around his waist. He pressed his body tight against yours as he released into the condom, grunts, and groans of praise for you leaving his lips.

"How's that for spicing things up uh?" it amazed you how calmed he sounded while you were still trying to breathe normally. You were exhausted, never really realized how lucky you were he was always down to go to your place, right now you only wanted to sleep but you gotta go home for that. No way you’re gonna fall asleep without Ronald, your stuffed koala. “Can I ask you something?”

“I guess so” you turned to face Eddie, he was putting his boxers back on. “I can’t walk to my car anyways”

“Are you really dropping out of college?” he put special emphasis on really, making you notice that he didn’t believe it. 

“I am”

“Why?”

“None of your business” 

“I just think is brave” his eyes looked so dreamy. You had sex for him for a reason, he was an attractive guy with a high sex appeal, but other than finding him sexy you never stopped and just admire his features for a second. He was staring at the ceiling with an arm behind his head and under the pillow. “Like, you had all you wanted your whole life and now you’re challenging your parents? Why?” 

His side profile was beautiful, his long lashes covered his eyes like a frame and his nose was really cute. He also had soft cheeks, the kind of cheeks you want to bite. With his free hand, he looks for your fingers and starts to play with them, you felt his big rings on your skin, the moment was becoming intimate.

“We’re not doing this” you jumped off the bed, changing as fast as you can and ignoring the confused boy on the bed. 

“Doing what? I just asked you something”

“I said it before, it’s none of your business” you were putting your bra when you saw him getting changed too. “We don’t need to do this”

“Oh I see, sorry for trying to get to know the girl I’ve been fucking since last year, how inconsiderate of me to see you as more than a quick fuck” 

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend Eddie” 

“Then you’re in luck 'cause you’re not my type doll” you knew it was wrong, but seeing him so annoyed made him look more attractive. Eddie was known as a silly dramatic guy, and now he was displeased, angry even. “Can’t we at least be friendly?”

“That’s a recipe for disaster”

“I like disasters princess”

His curly, dark hair brushed against his eyebrows, tempting you to touch and play with it. Getting to know Eddie never crossed your mind, you only see him as someone to release your desires. Maybe he was right, maybe not but you were unsure of it. And both ways could end in chaos, there was too much at risk, for starters, your parents were already disappointed in you and if someone went to them with the gossip of you befriending a boy they wouldn’t approve terrified you. His big baby cow eyes never stopped following you, with all your clothes on, you were already at the door, your mind all over the place. Just as you turned to leave, he caught your wrist making stand in front of him. 

“You’ve trusted me to worship your body, can’t you trust that my intentions about being just friends are real?” 

“Ok” what’s all you said. At this point there was no escape, you’ll have to learn to befriend someone like Eddie, something inside you knew it was a bad idea, a chaotic kind of idea, because you weren’t sure if you wanted to be his friend for real, or you were only doing it because he full field your desires like no one else. After all, friends can make the best lovers.

[henrysglock]

Well, Well...Look Whose Limbs Are Still Intact (AKA the 4th NINA installment)

After seeing The First Shadow, I'm revisiting NINA installment #3!

Previously, I had speculated that El may have committed the 4.07 massacre after all, because there are multiple shots where the bodies don't have the Vecna eyes/snapped limbs.

For example, the difference:

And she may still have, I won't rule that out entirely. However...After seeing TFS, I have questions.

In TFS, when "Henry" doesn't attack in classic Vecna-style (which we actually witness firsthand just as often as we witness traditional Vecna killings), he attacks similarly to the way El does:

(it's not exactly the same, but the end results are very similar)

It's not Vecna style. Point blank.

When Vecna kills, the limbs always go first, and the eyes go last. We see that in Prancer, we see it in Virginia, and we see it in 1986. Limbs, then jaw, then eyes.

As far as we know, "Henry" on his own doesn't snap limbs at all, let alone jaws. The victims (see: Mr. Newby and Inmate 58361) are usually awake, aware, and screaming in agony, and no bones are broken. The eyes are the only thing to go, and they go fairly quickly.

Not Vecna-style.

So now, of course, I have to look back at her:

I know we've all seen this scene (and these pictures) so, so many times. Most likely from me, and most likely in another part of this analysis series. However, I want to run through this one part specifically shot by shot because it's EXTREMELY funny to me.

We've got Jumpsuit-A Guy (I'll just call him JA for short) attacking El:

So you'd assume he's both the One making El's eyes bleed that way and the One making her limbs twist/snap, right? Because he's doing what Vecna does?

(He isn't, but they want you to think he's doing what Vecna does. They're very good at hiding things about jumpsuit guys.)

But check this out.

We never see teen El with: a) twisting/snapping limbs b) the squeezing eye blood pattern c) JA Guy on screen at the same time. We see everything in tight shots. (Of course, always managing to keep that mirror in view behind One without showing us El. That's a secret tool that'll help us later.)

I've put the shot progressions in order from L -> R, top -> bottom, like lines in a book:

(Blackout to the new Terry/birth memory)

So, from this scene alone, we actually have very little evidence that JA did both things.

And you might go "Oh James, but look at the subtitles earlier!"

I have to ask: Are the breaking bones in the room with us right now?

Because all I see is El flailing, which is consistent with the next subtitle:

But...subtitling aside. I have better evidence that he didn't do both things. The Duffers thought they could pull a fast one on me, but the jokes on them—I'm an autistic freak who liked the I-Spy books way too much as a kid.

Can anyone explain this away?

And yes, the guy in the final screenshot is a bloody jumpsuit guy, even if I can't tell you with 100% certainty which jumpsuit he is. He's just moving really fast:

Anyway. That aside, have a look at the blood pattern on El.

The top gowns have blood on the left hip (twisting limbs El), the bottom gowns have blood on the right hip (squeeze eye blood El).

And I thought okay, well, let's run through some explanations:

Maybe somehow we're seeing that lower splotch by her left knee? First off, the stain's too big. Second, it's not the right shape. Third, it's hand-level. Definitely not the knee splotch.

Maybe, by some impossible 3D modeling limb fuck-up that swapped her hands, we're seeing her from behind? Well, let's see...

Nope! As far as we know, El doesn't have blood on her back, impossible limbs aside.

It seems, almost, like they shot her right side and mirrored it.

See?

So that's straight up not the same girl. Squeezed bloody eyes El and twisting limbs El are different girls.

That, my friends, means we have a brand-new version of teen El in the massacre.

That's consistent with what I talked about here, the scene at the beginning of NINA where teen El turns around twice:

Which is also the scene where we get two different doors in the Rainbow Room with teen El...And it all tracks with the doubled/mirrored rainbow room BTS.

So yes, we definitely have at least two versions of NINA running with teen El! One where her eyes bleed squeeze-style, and one where her bones break.

This means that whatever's going on in that scene with JA, he's not responsible for all of it, because the El in the "correct" gown has the eye blood, but the El in the "mirrored" gown has the twisting limbs. Two different girls, two different guys.

So, then, the next logical question to ask is: What is Jumpsuit-A Guy responsible for?

With the way JA's attack on El is filmed (the camera cuts and tight shots), it's nearly impossible to tell which things he's doing.

Disclaimer: None of the childrens' bodies are killed in a traditional Vecna manner. None of the jaws are broken. There's something else going on here, and I'm not entirely sure what it is, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was a mirrored version of TFS Henry's attack style (read: limbs first or limbs only rather than eyes only). So when I say "Vecna style", that's me referring to a limbs-first style.

Moving on...I daresay JA doesn't kill "like Vecna". Let me explain.

JA is the only guy we see actively killing in the Rainbow Room, and they're generous enough to swing/pan around to him in a continuous shot for it! No camera cuts there, no extra doubt introduced.

[TFS Brenner voice] They want to be caught so bad, I wonder why they even bother lying to me 🙄

Check it out:

Eyes go first. No twisting or broken limbs. That is JA's attack style. It's not even close to Vecna style.

If you're like me, you'll go:

"Oh, but James! Look at the body behind JA! The eyes are missing, and a couple of the other bodies look like their bones might be broken."

And you'd be right!

I'm not particularly concerned about that in relation to JA, though, since: a) We know a lot of the backdrop is divorced from the actual action (as I mentioned in here irt blood and impact crater separation), and multiple different corpse positions appear within the same jumpsuit, and there are multiple versions of corpses with non-twisted limbs:

(Top Left: JA with two different poses for the "same" corpse. Top Middle: Proving that the top-left photo is, indeed, of JA. Top Right: Two different versions of the "same" corpse with non-broken limbs. Bottom left: The corpse by the shelf goes from broken to unbroken based on relative position to the mirror. Bottom right: Much the same as Bottom Left, corpses go from broken to unbroken based on Brenner's presence.)

As far as I know...as of right now, we haven't found a solid, all-encompassing pattern in the surrounding bodies in relation to the all the jumpsuits.

b) We quite literally just witnessed the pattern of his kill style in the swing-around shot.

And, while I can't 100% confirm that either of these bodies belong to JA, since we don't have confirmation of JA with any non-twisted limb bodies...Once again, I have to ask:

Are the breaking bones in the room with us right now? Because I personally didn't see any twisted, snapped bones.

And here?

Well, well...

Yes, I'm aware those are both across camera cuts. And no, I can't 100% confirm which of the Ones killed those Twos. There may be multiple that don't kill Vecna-style!

It's entirely possible that most of them don't kill Vecna-style, and the Vecna makeup is just an overlay (maybe one that glitches or has missing uploads within NINA. Not a Duffers production error, but an HNL production error).

I will say that JA is the strongest candidate for being one of those non-Vecna-style guys, though.

"Maybe you just caught JA too early in the process for breaking bones?"

I mean, maybe, sure! I can acknowledge that possibility.

It's still not the limbs-first style, though. The order is all wrong, and it still doesn't match what we're shown in the attack on El, gown discrepancy aside. When JA's attacking El, we see the isolated limb-twisting bit before we see the eyes. Meanwhile his attack on Two starts with the eyes. Two's eyes bleed, and his limbs are still intact.

That means JA likely isn't responsible for the limb-twisting bits in the attack on El.

So, my point remains the same: There's at least one One who doesn't attack Vecna-style, and instead attacks like TFS "Henry"—Eyes bloody off the bat, bones not targeted. JA is the strongest candidate I've seen for being one of them. (Put a pin in this. I'm going to talk about it later.)

That supports the two distinct attack styles I was talking about here.

Two does have the cloudy, Vecna-ish eyes, though, and somebody's bones are snapping somewhere...So I genuinely wouldn't be shocked if this, like the gate/dematerialization shot (which I talked about in here), is a dual-outcome overlay of the two attack styles. (More on this in a bit! Hold onto this thought.)

Now, I want to go a layer deeper.

Keeping all that in mind, I want to talk about this bit the released 4.07 script:

Let me explain.

Baby El, per the script, is through the mirror, which tracks with this jumpsuit discrepancy:

JA and JC are both on teen El's side of the mirror. JE is a "through the mirror" jumpsuit, placing him with Baby El.

You know who else is actually "through the mirror", both in script and on film?

JD, who, like JE, we only see when we push through the mirror:

And he is, as predicted, associated with a baby El.

I originally thought they had cut that second "through the mirror" bit when they changed to have One break the mirror instead of just being pinned to it, and that we were just seeing baby El in teen El's place.

They didn't cut it, and we have no idea if what Baby El does is the same as whatever Teen El's doing on the other side of the mirror while we can't see her.

So, tl;dr: JE and JD are definitely different from JA and JC, not just based on jumpsuit, but also by location relative to the mirror and the associated ages of their Els.

JD and JE exist through the mirror (read: with baby El). JA and JC exist not through the mirror (read: with teen El).

Which...All of this becomes even funnier when you look at this guy, the only time we see baby El's face and a One who's still somewhat recognizable on screen together in this sequence:

And like...first off, it's straight up not the same guy. Second off, they're hiding his identity from us.

Just look.

And even at the most surface-level? Look at the hair. He's not the same guy.

Stunt double, 3D-model, either way. All of this could and arguably should be lined up properly, based on the VFX team's capabilities. Both guys are being dematerialized, but they're not the same guy. I just can't tell you with any certainty which guy he is.

However, this all means the guy we see together on screen with baby El here? He may very well be the guy watching her here:

The mirror matches, and it's totally different from JD, who gets this:

(He has the mirror going the opposite way.)

And because he's through the mirror with baby El, this mystery man could be JE, since he's not JD. Again, I just can't say for sure because all we see of JE is his chest and left side, but all we see of secret third guy is his right side, which is so far away that I don't feel comfortable making a claim re: his identity...and JE is deliberately shot mirrored so as not to reveal his right side.

They're deliberately hiding his identity re: jumpsuit pattern. If I could see his chest, or even parts of his arms, I could tell you for sure which One he is. But I can't...so. Here we are, missing variables.

Shaking the Duffers until they drop loot (J?'s jumpsuit pattern).

Anyway!

Remember when I said they were hiding baby Els from us? This is what I'm talking about. Two different guys, two different girls, and they're deliberately hiding both the face blood of one of the Els and the jumpsuit pattern of the One with her.

Now, remember that those few thoughts I asked you to put pins in? The ones about the mirror being kept in frame with JA, not being able to confirm which One killed that intact-limbs Two, and Two's possible dual-overlay/bones snapping somewhere?

Yeah. This is where all that comes in: The Speculation.

JA and JC are on teen El's side of the mirror. JD and JE...and secret third jumpsuit...are on baby El's side of the mirror.

We can confirm that JA takes the eyes first (read: he doesn't attack Two or El in the bone-breaking/Vecna style), and keeping that mirror in frame during the attack on El implies that someone on the other side of it (read: with baby El) should attack the same way. This supports the theory that we're missing a baby El with the squeezed bloody eye pattern, likely the same baby El that we see in BTS pictures.

Can I say with 100% certainty that JA doesn't break bones? No. However...For the moment, I can comfortably hypothesize (say, 65% certainty), that he's the not the one breaking bones on teen El's side of the mirror.

A logical hypothesis based on that is that Jumpsuit-C Guy (the later Brenner-faced One who's purported by the show to have become Vecna) is the one breaking bones/attacking Vecna-style on teen El's side of the mirror.

All these timelines, the different jumpsuits, seem to be happening simultaneously. It's not a massive stretch for me to hypothesize that this factor is what's contributing to the phantom bone-snapping sound and cloudy eyes we see on Two, despite Jumpsuit-A Guy not snapping his bones (much the same as the dual overlay with the gate and the dematerialization).

We're not shown any concrete evidence as to what kill style JE uses, nor do we have any hard conclusions in regard to his fate, but based on his location relative to the mirror, I'm comfortable hypothesizing that he might be this weird, mystery One with the Vecna-eyes baby El. They don't let us see which attack style JD uses or which baby El eye-blood pattern he's associated with. However, based on the conclusion that he's likely not the guy associated with Vecna-eyes baby El...for the moment, I feel comfortable hypothesizing that he does not attack in the bone-breaking/Vecna-style way, and instead attacks squeeze-style and is associated with the BTS-only Baby El.

This is further supported by the fact that a) JD and Hallway Guy seem to be the same person, and Hallway Guy quick-kills the same way El does:

It would stand to reason, then, that his slow kills would be similar to hers.

b) JD goes on to become Mindflayer Guy, not Vecna

(Left: JC, who's smash-cut to Vecna. Right: JD, who's shown shaping the MF)

So, to kind of sum all that up:

JA: Definitely on teen El's side of the mirror, associated with right-hip blood and squeezed bloody eyes teen El. He's probably one of the guys who has an attack style that doesn't break bones first/the squeeze-style attack. We don't know where he ends up, but he may be linked to the Mindflayer.

JC: Definitely on teen El's side of the mirror, possible associated with left-hip blood and twisting limbs Teen El. He may be one of the guys who breaks bones first. He supposedly becomes BrenVecna.

JD: Definitely on Baby El's side of the mirror, never seen on Teen El's side. Associated with mystery blood Baby El. No confirmed attack style, but based on the secretive behavior irt: Baby El's eye blood, he may be one of the guys with an attack style that doesn't break bones/the squeeze-style attack. He's Mindflayer guy.

JE: Baby El's side of the mirror, never seen on Teen El's side. No confirmed attack style or associations. May be associated with Vecna-eyes Baby El, given the secrecy around the mystery man's jumpsuit pattern, which means he may be a bone-breaking guy. We don't know where he ends up, but he may linked to Vecna.

If you made it this far you're automatically stronger than the US Marines. Gold star for all of you.

[man-moth-hook-hand]

Welcome to My Nighmare Ch. 2

I absoluty clown on david in this and my scrunkly boi deserves it. Also, I fully believe that Paul uses the most cheesy words/phrases in his speech. He’s pulling no bitches, he’s hypnotizing women to convince the boys he has sex appeal. 

Master list

Chapter Two: The Freaks Come Out at Night

There was a dead guy on the porch of my new residence. Jesus-fucking-Christ, I’m with crazy people.

“Dad?” Lucy checked on the old man on the steps. “Dad?” She asked sounding more worried.

“If he’s dead, does that mean we get to go home?” Sam excitedly asked. Lucy gave him a stern look but was brought out of it by the dead guy.

 “Playin’ dead. And doing a damn good job of it!” The old man finally spoke. Lucy hugged him, laughing off the encounter. She then told us to go inside and unpack.

“So, you’re living with us now?” Michael asked.

“Sorta,” It was kind of a complicated question, “I’m only staying until I can afford another place. Don’t get me wrong, you guys are nice, I just, Uh, want somewhere else to live. Plus, I’m sure it’s kinda weird for you guys. I mean you did just move states after your mom got a divorce and now you got some homeless kid in your house.”

“I guess.” Michael left it at that. “Well, it’s still nice to meet you. It’ll be nice having someone other than Sammie around.” Same gave him a dirty look for that.

Lucy introduced me to ‘Grandpa’ which I guess is what I was supposed to call him, the brought me to the attic. “It’s not very big, but,” she trailed off. I cut her off saying it was fine and that I was more than happy to have somewhere to be. It wasn’t really an attic anyway; it was more like a small room that had a few steps above the rest of the walkway. It overlooked a field in the back, I gazed out of the window and noticed some horses playing with Nanook. Horses are a symbol for total freedom from everything. I think maybe I finally got that freedom, even if it’s a little unorthodox.

In the room was a full-sized bed and an old chest of draws that came up around to my chest. At least there were sheets on the bed; however, they most certainly weren’t my style. It looked like someone’s grandma died and became the bed. It didn’t help that dust covered every corner of the room. I decided to unpack the few things then sweep. All my clothes fit in one of the five drawers. On top I set my Walkman, wallet, book, and new pair of sunglasses to give it a little bit of a homey feel.

 “Here,” Mr. Emerson gave me some kind of taxidermized animal, “As a welcome gift.” He smiled at me. I smiled back and said thank you. At least it was kind of cute, it was a fox. I think. Maybe it was a janky coyote.

/|\^._.^/|\

 Later that night, we clamored into the car heading for the boardwalk. It had such a different feel to it at night. I’ve always been a bit of a night owl, but oh my god this was beautiful. The lights, the salty air, the music, everything felt so alive! It wasn’t like during the day where kids rounded every corner crying and parents gave you dirty looks for wearing a crop top. No, at night, it was when the real freaks came out. Goth kids, weird surfer guys, bikers, and drunk teenagers flooded the area. They infected every corner, crevice, and as much surface area as possible. It was intoxicating.

I quickly remembered that I needed a job, fast, so I looked anywhere for a help wanted sign. I went into that bookstore from earlier, but the man just looked at me with pity. He gave some excuse of not being able to afford more people besides himself. Then there was a burger joint, the manager looked at my low-cut crop top before saying no. Seriously, what gives? I looked at a few other places and almost gave up, but a jewelry store had the sign saying HELP DESPRETLY WANTED, WILL HIRE FELONS. Couldn’t hurt, right? Every other place rejected me.

“Hi! How can I help you?” A girl a little younger asked me. She had long, straight, black hair and wore what some would consider too much blush. She was tan wit freckles, so I guess it events it out.

“Actually, I saw the sign for help wanted. Who should I talk to?” I asked as polite as I could. The girl yelled for a woman in the back.

A woman who looked like blonde Joan Crawford came out from behind a beaded curtain. She had dark purple eyeshadow and dark purple lips to complete her look. “I’m Ms. Brenda Cheney. I heard you’re looking for a job?”

“Yes ma’am,” I shook her hand and said It was nice to meet her. “When can I start?” It was a little bold, but damn I needed a job.

“Tomorrow!” she smiled while chewing her gum. “I like you kid. Be here by nine am, Jennifer will show you how to open.” Thank God. I introduced myself to Jennifer and spoke for a little bit. The rumbling of my stomach brought me out of it. I told her goodbye and that I would see her tomorrow.

After I ate probably a too processed hot dog, I noticed a really sweaty guy playing a saxophone. I didn’t usually go into crowds for fear of pickpocketing, but why the hell not? I literally just packed up and left home and I’m doing pretty good so far. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dude that looked like Billy Idol got his shit rocked and was washed out from fame. He looked disgusting, it was a little hot. The other looked like a tall, punk Shaggy, with longer hair. I think I would have been put off by a Scooby with him. They made eye contact with me. It was kind of creepy how much Billy Idol was into it, so I decided to lose him in the crowd.

I saw a familiar glimpse of black hair in the crowd and spotted Jennifer with a guy. “Hey!” I said. “Do you remember me?”

 “Of course!” She said “You’re that girl that came in earlier, it’ll be nice to have someone other than Brenda and James around. This is my brother Adam,” She gestured to the guy beside her.

“Hey,” He was a little taller than me, freckles, dark brown curly hair, and best of all he had a nice ass. I noticed from when I walked behind them to catch up. “It’s nice to meet you.”

 “Nice to meet you too, do you guys mind if I follow you for a bit? I’m not from here.”

 “Sure! I know all the best places here. Let’s do the Ferris Wheel, ice cream shop, then I’m thinking the movie rental. Sound good?” she asked.

“Sure, you seem like you got a plan.” I laughed. I scanned the boardwalk trying to locate where Jennifer was talking about, spotting the Billy Idol guy. He was just watching me. It was creepy instead of mysterious now.

“Oh, she’s bossy.” Adam piped up. I laughed, damn was he cute. Once we got to the front of the Ferris wheel they split us up into groups of two, I told them I’d catch the next one.

“I could be your rider.” The shaggy guy from earlier said, “I’m Paul, sugar."

“I’m not sugar.” I hated men like that. He apologized and asked if he could ride with me. I caved; he was weird but sadly I liked weird. I had to admit, he was decently interesting and had a good face. “And if you look over there, there’s a bridge that I jumped off of.” He pointed to a bridge not too far from here. He had been pointing to almost every location and telling me tid bits of his ‘adventures.’

I laughed, “It’s like when your mom asks, ‘if your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?’ I’ve always like falling from really high places, which is ironic since I have a fear of height.”

“Nah, it’s like flying,” we reached the top. “So, you looking to hang our with some cool cats?” Paul finger gunned me. “Oh, by the way, the coaster goes higher.”

“How charming, but no thank you.” I did consider it, only for a moment, “You’re really cheesy, ya know? And maybe I’ll ride the coaster with you.” I peered down into the crown and spotted that white haired guy again, Jesus Christ he’s persistent.

 “Hey, that’s what draws the babes!” Paul said bringing me out of my daze.

“I don’t think it does Paul.” I had noticed we reached the bottom when the attendee pulled the safety bar off. I thanked Paul for riding with me and suggested the coaster again, he said he had to get going. Just when you think a guy’s into you.

“Who was that guy?” Jennifer asked.

“Uh, Paul. He rode with me, so you guys didn’t have to wait.” I explained.

“Oh, ok.” she said. I spent the rest of the night with the both of them. The ice cream was good, Adam is a strawberry guy. I noticed a glimpse of white hair in the distance. I should find Lucy and go home before it’s too late. What if he’s stalking me? Is he gonna kill me?

“What’s wrong?” Adam asked. He noticed I had been acting a little weird.

“At the concert that happened earlier, there was a guy and I made eye contact with him. I started noticing him at the Ferris Wheel and at the ice cream shop. It’s like he’s stalking me.” I felt weird explaining it to Adam, maybe it was all a coincidence.

“That guy got kicked off of the boardwalk a couple of days ago, that night, the security guard that kicked him off went missing.” Adam said. I guess I was making a weird face since he said, “Well, maybe it was just a coincidence, ya know? I don’t think he wants to kill you.”

“Ok.” I didn’t really believe him. “I think I’m gonna find my ride and head back home. It’s been really nice to get to know you guys.” I waved my goodbyes and made my way to find Lucy. I spotted Nanook about 30 feet away.

“Hi Lucy, are you about to leave?” I asked her.

“Oh, yeah. I was looking for Michael, but Sam said he wandered off with someone.” She dug in her purse for her keys. We clamored into the car and mentioned her new job at the video store.

“That’s nice, I also got a job to help pay for some rent. It’s at a jewelry counter here on the board walk.” I felt bad for what I was about to say. “My job starts at nine tomorrow, it’s ok if I can’t, but could I borrow your car to get here?”

“My shift starts at ten tomorrow, so I’ll just drop you off and wait for Max’s store to open up.” She explained.

“That’s great, thank you.” Thank God. I didn’t want to have to walk like 12 miles to get here.

Once we made it back to the house, everyone started to settle in for the night. Lucy gave me some pajamas and hygiene products. It was a set she was gifted and never used. They were still in date and actually smelled pretty good. After peeling off the clothes that reeked of other people, I scrubbed every inch of my body. My mind wandered to that man from earlier. I couldn’t understand why he was watching me.

I stepped out and dried off, thankfully Lucy’s pajama’s fit me. They had hearts all over them, it was probably also gifted in the bathroom set she didn’t use. I made my way into my room and began to close the window. A man with white hair. I quickly shut the curtains and went to bed. There’s no way he knows where I live. Even if he did, we would’ve seen headlight following us, right? Eventually, I found a way to calm myself enough to fall asleep. That’s a problem for tomorrow.  

[clementine-writes-things]

Please Mr. Ghostface! Don't Kill Me! - E.N

Summary: Your boyfriend Edward dresses up as Stu Macher's Ghostface for Halloween and you dress up as Tatum. You did it because they were a couple in the movie and you both love Scream. You both thought it would be funny and cute. When kids would try and get candy from you, Edward would pretend to kill you. It would be hilarious. But, you didn't plan on your boyfriend looking so hot dressed up as Stu. And when he wore the mask... (This is season 1 Ed btw hehe...didn't expect me to make him in a smut or kinky huh? THINK AGAIN!)

MDNI PLEASE OH MY GOD ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. 18+!!!!!

Content Warning: Slight mask kink, bondage, smut, spitting, sexual tension the ENTIRE time, fake knife play, choking, yelling, fake threats (for roleplay), degrading, vulnerable!Edward, dom!Edward, Edward gets REALLY into character (theater kid ass), penetration, foreplay, absolutely FILTHY dirty talk, protective!Edward, sub!Reader, reader acts like a 'bimbo' when pretending to be her costume character, roleplaying of ghostface and final girl trope, rough sex, REALISTIC aftercare (ya'll write aftercare as another smut like wtf?). THIS IS SO FILTHY HELP ME I NEED HOLY WATER AFTER THIS.

Word Count: 7,919 (below cut)

Songs for Inspiration:

Stargirl Interlude - The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey (mother) (inspo for whole fic)

Freak Show - Punkinloveee (inspo for whole fic)

ecstasy (slowed) - SUICIDAL-IDOL (inspo for smut scene)

LET ME SEE YA MOVE! - Lumi Athena (inspo for smut scene)

IN MY MOUTH - Black Dresses (inspo for smut scene)

Final Girl - Graveyardguy, Slayyyter (inspo for writing whole fic)

Serial Killer - Lana Del Rey (unreleased) (inspo for aftercare)

Custer - Slipknot (inspo for smut scene)

READ BELOW CUT

It was finally the most wonderful time of the year...

No, not Christmas. Halloween! To y/n and Edward, that was their favorite holiday. A day where you could dress up as characters and get candy for free? Hell yeah. However, this year y/n and Edward decided to stay at his apartment and give out candy to the kids in the apartment building. But, that didn't stop them from making a couples costume.

"Come on Ed! Put your costume on! We need to get to Jim's for the Halloween party! Then we need to be back in time to give candy out!" Y/n said.

Edward walked out of their bedroom wearing a pair of jeans, a cream colored sweater with a silver chain necklace, and a red robe with black trim. His hair was disheveled, unlike his usual gelled back style. He used some of y/n's eyeshadow to make it look like he had bruises on his face and even used face blood to splatter lightly on the sweater and smudged some on his lips too. He looked like he got the shit beat out of him.

"Woah, you look just like he did in the movie! Good job!" Y/n applauded.

"You look good too! Very 'final girl' like." He added.

Y/n wore a different outfit than Tatum did in the movie. Because that outfit sure was.....a statement. But she did wear a plaid red skirt in hopes that people would recognize who she was. She also wore a white button up shirt that she borrowed from Edward. She buttoned up half of it and tied the bottom half in to a knot. She looked very much like a final girl.

"You sure you won't get cold?" He asked, genuinely worried.

"I'll be fine Ed, promise! But I'll bring a jacket just in case!" Y/n reassured.

Truth be told, Edward was a little nervous about her wearing such a revealing outfit around the heathens from work. Granted not everyone was there because some people still had to work, but he knew a few people that we're going to be there. And a lot of them were creeps. But, he wanted y/n to have fun with the couples outfit. He would just make sure no one tried anything.

"You ready to go hun?" He asked.

"Yep! Let's do this thing! We're gonna be the best couple there."

"Hun, we're the only couple at our work. No one else is dating anyone else at work."

"Then the odds of us being the cuter couple are even higher!"

The two of them laughed as the left the apartment, Ed making sure he grabbed the ghostface mask and the fake knife before they left. Y/n locked the door behind them and headed outside to drive over to Jim's.

~~~~~

"I'm so glad you agreed to do this outfit idea with me." Y/n said.

"Of course, you know I love the Scream movies. Stu Macher was the best ghostface hands down."

"Obviously. No debate about that." Y/n giggled as she knocked on Jim Gordon's door.

Y/n made sure that she wasn't revealing too much skin while they waited. Unsure of if she did a good job, she turned to Edward and got his attention.

"Hey Ed, am I showing too much boob?" She asked.

He blushed and chuckled lightly, looking down at her chest. He shook his head. It was supposed to be a revealing outfit, but it wasn't showing too much. As he looked at her, he started to think about how lucky he was to land such a beautiful girl like her.

"No, you look perfect hun."

"Aw, Ed, you always know what to say to make me blush."

The door opened to reveal Jim Gordon who, surprise surprise, was dressed up like a cop. It was honestly funny. Edward laughed and Gordon just smirked, opening the door and allowing them to come in.

"Thanks for coming guys. Nice costumes."

"Thanks Jim, yours is very creative." Y/n joked.

"Hahaha. There's refreshments and snacks in the kitchen. Help yourselves. Everyone is hanging out in the living room." He said as he walked towards the living room.

"Let's go say hi to everyone and flaunt our amazing outfits." Y/n said.

"Alright hun." Edward placed the ghostface mask in y/n's purse so he didn't lose it.

The two of them walked towards the living room, listening to the halloween themed music playing in the background. Jim did a good job at decorating surprisingly. The atmosphere was really nice. Once they entered the living room y/n made a dramatic entrance like always.

"No! Don't kill me!" She fake screamed, as Edward held up his knife in the air.

The people in the room looked towards them. Some of them laughed finding the outfit idea cute and creative. Others just moved on and pretended like nothing happened. However, everyone's eyes were still on y/n. That bothered Edward a lot.

"Nice costumes guys, classic." Harvey said, nodding his head at Edward as a way of saying hi.

He nodded back.

"Good party, right? Boring costumes though." Harvey commented.

"Some of them yeah, but your costume is hilarious Harv." Y/n chuckled.

Harvey decided to wear a very strange costume, especially for someone his age. He wore a unicorn horn and a rainbow tail and wig. Edward muffled a laugh realizing his costume choice.

"Hey, I didn't want to dress like this. I lost a bet with Jim." He frowned, adjusting his horn.

"What bet?" Edward asked.

"Well Jim said you guys would wear a couples costume to the party. I said you wouldn't. Then, he called me a few days ago and said that you guys had already bought your couples costumes. So, this is your guys fault. Now I'm a grumpy unicorn who needs a strong drink."

The two of them burst out laughing. Jim and Harvey liked to make bets that revolved around them a lot, and they didn't mind. They found it funny.

"It's ok Harv! Maybe the power of friendship can help you get through this." Y/n mocked playfully.

"Very funny. I have a horn on, don't test me."

The three of them continued to chat, talking about work, cases, and even horror movies eventually. Edward had moved his hand to wrap around y/n's waist, rubbing his thumb in circles on her hip. He could feel her skin get goosebumps. He loved giving her goosebumps. He would be lying if he said he didn't find her outfit to be cute as hell. Edward didn't like to sexualize his girlfriend a lot, he didn't find sex that important in a relationship and neither did y/n. But, there was something about doing a couples costume that turned him on slightly. Breaking himself out of his thoughts, he looked around the room. His stomach started to rumble. Leaning down to her ear, he whispered.

"Do you wanna get something to eat?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Sorry Harv, we're gonna go get something to eat from the kitchen. Do you want anything?" Ed asked.

"No I'm fine. I've had way too many cookies for my own good tonight." He chuckled.

They nodded and went towards the kitchen. Edward moved his arm to rest around her shoulders as they walked. The two of them could tell that people were still surprised they were dating. More than likely they were more shocked that Edward had landed y/n. But, it happened. And the two of them were completely in love.

"You look good y/n." Ed commented.

Y/n looked up at him and twirled her hair. "Gee, thanks Mr. Ghostface..~" She said in a very seductive tone and giggled after.

Edward felt a blush creep over his cheeks, clearing his throat he leaned over and planted a kiss on the top of her head. Y/n noticed his blush but decided not to comment on it. She would save that information for later.

"Oh look! He got those frosted cookies from the store oh my god I love those things!" She exclaimed before grabbing two of them.

Edward laughed to himself, grabbing a paper cup and filling it with chex mix. That was y/n and his favorite snack. Y/n came back, deciding to put the whole cookie in her mouth, instantly regretting it. The cookies were so good, but too big of a bite made it hard to chew and made it dry.

"Oh no!" He giggled, watching his girlfriend struggle to chew like a dog with peanut butter.

Eventually, y/n was able to eat the whole cookie and took a big swig of Edward's water. She ate the next cookie very slowly. People were dancing to the music and talking in the kitchen. Edward looked down at his watch.

"What time did you wanna go home by?" He asked.

"7 why? Is it almost time?" She asked.

"Yeah like 15 more minutes."

Y/n looked around, seeing that people were already filtering out. She shrugged. If people were leaving then it should be fine for them to go too. Plus, they really wanted to hand out candy to the kids.

"Let's go say bye to Jim."

The two of them walked to the living room. Edward kept an eye out for people looking at y/n. And, of course, people were. He grumbled to himself and held her close to him as they walked. She moaned very softly, but he heard it. He felt his heart race.

"Hey, Jim. We wanted to say thank you for inviting us to your party. It was fun! Harvey's costume was definitely the highlight of the night. But, we have to get back home if we want to hand out candy to the kids." Y/n said.

Jim nodded.

"No problem. Thanks for coming. When you guys come to social events it always makes it more fun. Get home safe you two and I'll see you at work tomorrow. Have a spooooooky night." He chuckled.

The couple said their goodbyes, Jim giving Ed a handshake and giving y/n a hug. Waving to Harvey as well, the two of them left the apartment and headed out to their car. Edward ran a hand through his hair as he pulled his car keys out of his pocket. Unlocking the car, he opened the passenger door for y/n, letting her get in before he got in the drivers seat.

"That was a fun party." Y/n commented as they drove down the street.

"Yeah. Though, I didn't like how everyone was staring at you." He grimaced.

Y/n placed a hand on Edward's knee, giving it a comforting squeeze. He sighed, putting on his blinker as the approached an intersection. The light turned red and the color reflected off of his glasses.

"I know you're beautiful, that's not hard to see. Of course I know people are going to look at you, who wouldn't? And I know you would never cheat on me, you wouldn't even think of it. But still, I get so nervous when people look at you. I've seen what men can do to women while working in Forensics. I've seen the aftermath of...interactions..." He trailed.

"Hey, Eddie! It's ok. You have every right to feel that way. You love me and you don't want anything bad to happen to me. You're an amazing boyfriend. And you know if anyone tries anything I can defend myself. You know I can kick ass." She laughed trying to lighten the mood.

He smirked, nodding.

"Yes, I know darling. You're very strong. But, let's hope you never have to defend yourself. If anyone ever does something to you I'll..."

He sighed deeply, gripping the steering wheel tight until his knuckles turned white. Y/n saw this and rubbed his knee till he relaxed. Edward was not the type of person to get angry, but he was very protective over y/n. Not in an overbearing way, but a loving way. He didn't control her like a puppet. He respected y/n more than that. But, he still felt worried for her safety. Especially in the part of Gotham they lived in. He may be a lanky nerdy forensics examiner, but he wasn't afraid to start a fight over her. Not in the slightest. Yeah he was skinny, but he had enough muscle to kick some ass if need be.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you too Ed. Now, let's go home and watch Hocus Pocus and give candy out to kids."

Edward nodded, moving his right hand from the steering wheel and placing it on y/n's upper thigh for the remainder of the drive. Her skirt had rode up when she sat down which meant Edward's hand was directly on her skin. Goosebumps crawled over her skin and Ed noticed that. He couldn't explain it, but his confidence was boosted that night. He didn't know why, but he liked it. Squeezing her thigh he gave it a very small and soft slap, causing y/n to jump slightly. He knew she was looking at him but he kept his eyes on the road as if it never happened. The two of them have had sex only a few times and it was always vanilla, maybe with a kinky thing here and there. Nothing too extreme. Lately, y/n expressed that she would like to experiment more and he agreed. Perhaps, tonight was one of those nights. This is something they both thought to themselves. Y/n would be lying if she said Edward was bad in bed. He was quite the opposite. She had had boyfriends and girlfriends before, but none of them we're as good in bed as Edward. And none of them did aftercare like he did either. Not only was he an amazing fuck, but he was loving and caring afterwards as well. He was the total package.

The rest of the ride home was quiet, Edward's hand remained firm on her thigh the whole time until they got out of the car. He opened up the car door for her and locked the car behind him. They smiled to themselves as they saw kids walking around the apartment building dressed in costumes. Quickly, they ran to their apartment and got a huge bowl of candy ready.

"Would you mind putting the movie on Ed?" Y/n asked politely as she placed the bowl on a table next to the door.

That table was where they kept their keys, lanyards, and a cute picture of the two of them. They had taken that picture at Gotham Central Park. It was a goofy picture but their favorite. Edward had taken a picture of the two of them on his phone, both of them wearing daisy chains on their heads that y/n had made for them. Both of them had goofy grins on their face. Anyone who came over and saw that picture could easily tell that those two people were deeply in love. You didn't have to be a genius to figure that out. It was crazy to think that they had already been dating for a year.

"Sure thing hun." He replied, setting up the movie.

There was a knocking at the door and y/n squealed in excitement, Edward looked towards her as she opened the door. Three kids and a mother stood behind the door. One of the kids was dressed like a bee, one was a turtle which was adorable, and oddly enough the other kid was dressed like a mailbox.

"TRICK OR TREATTT!" The kids yelled in unison.

Edward chuckled, finding their excitement amusing.

"Wow! Those are some cool costumes! Let's see...a bee, a turtle, and a mailbox?" She asked curiously.

The mom nodded laughing.

"He insisted on being a mailbox. He wouldn't say why."

"Well, he makes a very cute mailbox. Now, does anyone have any allergies to anything?" She asked.

The kids all shook their head except for the one dressed like a bee. They looked up at their mom, as if for encouragement. She nodded, reassuring the child.

"Um, I'm awergic to...milk?" She said.

"No problem. I've got a special candy for you! Hmm...let's see. You two can pick whatever candy you want from this bowl. You can even take two." She winked.

The kids giggled as they grabbed their favorite candies. As they did that, y/n grabbed a bowl that specifically had fruit based candies with no milk. Holding it out she bent down to look at the kid.

"Alright Ms. Bee, you can pick any two of these candies. Which ones are your favorite?" Y/n asked.

Edward watched in admiration as she talked to the kids. He walked over, looking over her shoulder and watched the candies that the kid picked. He smiled.

"Ooo, those are good choices!" He commented.

The kid dressed as a turtle giggled and put the candy in her bag and hugged her moms leg. The kid wasn't embarrassed, just happy that people were being nice about her allergies. The mom looked down at the kids.

"What do you say to the nice people?" She asked.

"Thank youuu!" They squealed in synch.

Edward smiled wide and waved bye to the kids as they walked down the hall. Closing the door, y/n clutched her heart and placed the bowl on the table. She groaned loudly.

"Oh my god! They were so cute!"

"The kid dressed as a mailbox had a lisp that was adorable. I love Halloween so much." He chuckled.

The two of them laughed as they sat down on the couch. They didn't need to worry too much about trick or treaters because there weren't many kids in the apartment. As they watched the movie, occasionally getting up to hand out candy, they cuddled close together. Y/n laid her head on Edward's chest, his arm wrapped around her waist. The two of them could lay like this forever.

"Hey! You haven't worn the mask yet!" Y/n suddenly said.

Edward looked down at her, slightly confused about what she meant. After a second he opened his mouth in an 'o' shape. He stood up from the couch and went to y/n's purse, grabbing the mask from inside it. Walking back over to the couch, he stood in front of y/n and put the mask on. The green light that radiated from the neon sign Edward had in his apartment casted an ominous glow over his body. It highlighted his features and made the shadows look darker. Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat as she looked up at him. He was a very tall man, and when he stood before her as she was sitting down it made her feel small. Her heart was racing like crazy.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" He asked, his voice low and ominous. Y/n forgot that when he talked softly, his voice got deeper and more gravelly. It was hot.

"Shit..." She trailed off.

Edward chuckled to himself behind the mask, moving closer to y/n. He could see that her face was a soft red and she was fidgeting with her hands. He reached down, placing his finger under her chin and tilted it up, making eye contact with her.

"What's wrong, hun?" He asked.

"Nothing, it's just...you looked hot earlier dressed like Stu. And, you look hot with the mask too. I just...you're getting me all flustered." She said breathily.

The movie played quietly in the background, the lights from the screen creating a bright outline behind Edward's body. He looked like he had an aura glowing around him. Y/n clenched her thighs together, gripping the sofa softly. Edward felt his heart race, an insane boost of adrenaline and confidence pumping through his veins. He looked into her eyes and could tell how she felt. He felt the same way. He was unsure of how to proceed, even though he knew what they both wanted to do. Edward had slowly begun to find his confidence in the bedroom, and the two of them figured out that Edward loved to take charge during sex. Hell, he even like to take charge outside of sex. He was very dominant, which contradicted his nerdy outward appearance. Walking over to the door, he locked it, turning off the lights as well. The only light in the room was the neon green sign, the tv, and the small lamp on the table. The whole scenario was heart thumping and caused their blood to pump. He walked back in front of her. Wanting to get permission before he did anything, he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Do you want to do this, darling?" He asked, his voice low yet caring.

She nodded, unable to speak. The breathtaking sight that was her boyfriend stood before her, rendering her speechless. She couldn't even fathom how someone could be so nerdy, sweet, and goofy but so hot, intimidating, and gut-wrenchingly beautiful all at once.

"I need you to say it. Say you want this. Or else I won't do anything."

Y/n's heart was practically beating out of her chest. Her whole body grew hot and a knot formed in her stomach. She swallowed, her throat suddenly becoming dry.

"Y-yes, I want this." She managed to spit out.

"Costumes on?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Good." He said.

Hastily, he reached down and grabbed her by her thighs, hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Carrying her over to their bedroom, he dropped her on their bed. She squirmed around, propping herself up on her elbows, watching Edward stare down at her from behind the mask. Her skirt had rode up and was showing a sliver of her panties underneath. Edward shuddered, feeling his dick twitch under his pants. The two of them had always wanted to try roleplay, but they were never sure what to do. Now they knew. And holy fuck were they going to have fun.

"Don't move." He ordered, walking out of the room.

Y/n was breathing heavily, anxiously awaiting what was going to happen. She was curious about how Edward would roleplay as Stu/Ghostface. However, she knew exactly how she was going to act. And she knew that it would drive him insane. They know both of each other's turn ons. And they were going to sinfully indulge themselves tonight. After a minute, Edward came back. Y/n's eyes widened as she saw what he carried. In his hand was the fake knife that he got for the costume, a bunch of zip-ties, and a clean rag. He looked at her, even though he was behind the mask, y/n knew he was making sure it was ok. She nodded. Laying it all out on the nightstand, Edward removed the robe that he wore, showing off the sweater underneath. He rolled the fake bloody sleeves up slightly, displaying the muscles in his forearms. Y/n squirmed in place, the anticipation driving her crazy. She was also excited to see how he would do at roleplay. She knew that he did a lot of theater in high school and college. He did a lot of plays, taking lots of lead roles. This might be more fun than she thought it would be.

"Edward, w-"

"Shut up." He spat, looking down on her.

Y/n's eyes widened and she smirked. Clearing her throat, she figured that the roleplay had officially started. Giggling quietly to herself, she put on her best 'scared final girl' voice.

"You wanna play psycho killer?" She asked, quoting Tatum from the movie.

Edward nodded slowly, flexing his hands that hung by his sides. Y/n got up from her position, crawling over to him on all fours. Once she reached him, she sat down on her knees, looking up at him and batting her eyes innocently. Before she looked up however, she noticed the growing bulge underneath his pants.

"Can I be the helpess victim?" She said, placing her hand on his chest, dragging it down to the beginning of his jeans.

Edward nodded, reaching forward and grabbing her hair roughly. He forced her backwards, her back hitting the mattress. She moaned softly, causing Edward to groan softly behind the mask. Crawling over her, he propped himself up. He used his thumb to pull down on her lower lip. He looked over her facial features, taking in her beauty.

"Let's see...oh please Mr.Ghostface! Don't kill me! I wanna be in the sequel..." She moaned softly.

In a matter of seconds, Edward ripped his mask off, tossing it to the floor. His hand trailed up and wrapped around her throat, maintaining a firm grip but not too hard. He slammed his lips against hers, feeling her melt into the kiss. Y/n loved the mask on him, but she was glad he took it off. It was the only way he could kiss her and the only way she could she his handsome face. Y/n moaned, albeit struggled because of his hand around her throat, into the kiss. Edward groaned, biting her lip softly. Pulling away, he got off the bed, grabbing the fake knife off the nightstand.

"Why shouldn't I kill you? It felt nice having my throat wrapped around your pretty little neck. A little stronger and you'd be dead. Tell me why I shouldn't do it." Edward threatened, pacing back and forth, the makeup that was on his face now smudged which made him look even more sinister and bruised. The fake blood was smeared on his face and splattered. He looked so fucking hot. Y/n decided to play into the whole 'bimbo slut' stereotype in horror movies.

"I'll do anything you want Mr.Ghostface! Anything! Please don't kill me sir!" She pleaded, propped on her elbows.

Edward looked down at her, he was enjoying the roleplay a lot. It was fun. And they had a safeword in case things got too intense, they created it a few months ago. But, he doubted they would use it. He could tell they were both having fun. He could tell what role she was playing into. And he loved it. Very cliche and perfect for the scenario. Deciding to go along with it he scoffed, looking at how her legs were slightly spread allowing him to see under her skirt, cleavage heavily showing, and her lacey bra showing under the white fabric.

"Anything? Like what?" He chuckled, already knowing the answer.

Y/n slowly spread her legs even more, her panties in full view to him at this point. Even though they were roleplaying, Edward broke character for a split second at the sight. The fabric of her underwear was completely soaked through, the dark spot evident. He let out a soft moan.

"Well, the question is what do you want to do to me Mr.Ghostface...?" She whispered seductively.

Edward removed his sweater, the silver chain remaining around his neck, the cold material resting on his collarbones. Y/n licked her lips at the sight of his bare toned chest. He was skinny but still had a good tone.

"Is that what you are? A slut? Willing to give your body up to a person about to kill you? All in hopes that it'll save your skin.." He mocked.

Y/n nodded, looking up at him.

"Let's see if you're a good enough fuck. Then I'll decide if you get to live or not." He spat, motioning for her to come towards him.

She crawled slowly over towards him, her breasts practically falling out of her shirt. Edward reached behind him, grabbing a chair that was at y/n's vanity. He sat down, legs spread wide and his glasses glinting in the green light. Reaching forward he grabbed her neck.

"You better hope I enjoy this. Or else I'll gut you like a fish." He threatened.

Y/n moaned as he released her from his grip. She gasped for air and watched as Edward took off his belt, throwing it on the floor. He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, his bulge showing more prominent as he sat in the chair. He kept his jeans on. Twirling the knife in his hand, he watched her closely.

"Strip slowly." He ordered.

Y/n quickly started to take her clothes off, but she stopped instantly when Edward raised his voice. His hair disheveled, hanging in his face as he watched her.

"NO! Slowly. This is life or death for you. You'd find it wise to listen to what I say." He stated ominously.

Y/n nodded, slowly unbuttoning her top. Edward watched hungrily as more and more of her skin was revealed to him. He groaned as her shirt fell off her body, leaving her in her lacey black bra and skirt. Leaning down, she started to take her skirt off, but Edward held up his hand.

"No. Keep it on. Lay back on the bed. Now."

Without a second wasted, y/n laid back on the bed propped up on her elbows so she could see Edward. He let his jeans fall to the floor, leaving him in only the silver chain, his boxers, and the bracelets on his left and right wrist. He looked heavenly. He grabbed a zip-tie and crawled on top of y/n straddling her. He looked down at her, the glint in his glasses hiding the lustful look behind his eyes. Though, if y/n saw it she would surely have moaned.

"You like this, huh? You wanna be tied up and fucked by me. Your just a girl with a filthy mind. Sick fantasies in your head. I bet you're soaking wet right now." He mocked.

Reaching his hand down, he went between her skirt and rubbed two fingers across her panties. He was right. She was absolutely soaked. He smirked and leaned down, kissing her deeply as he slipped his fingers underneath her panties. He muffled her moan with a kiss as he circled her clit with his thumb. Her body jerked upwards but the weight of him on top of her prevented her. He pulled away from the kiss, the fake blood from his lips now smudged onto her own lips.

"You're a filthy slut. Admit it. You're dripping wet from me threatening to hurt you."

Y/n moaned, the feeling of his hand down there causing her to become speechless. All that left her throat was small moans and groans. Edward's eyes narrowed, he grimaced, upset that she wasn't answering him. He was in charge and she knew it. So she needed to act like it. He pinched her clit roughly, causing her to shriek and whine.

"Answer me when I speak to you!" He ordered.

"Y-Yes! You're right! I'm a s-slut. Please don't do that again." She moaned.

"Then don't give me a reason to. Give me your hands now."

Doing as he said, she watched as he zip-tied her wrists together. She felt her heart race as he flipped her skirt up. He groaned at the sight, leaning down and hooking his thumbs under the fabric. Slowly he pulled them down, tossing them across the room when they were fully off. He sighed and blew lightly between her legs. She whimpered and moaned.

"Oh E-Edward..."

He smirked, deciding to try something funny. Leaning forward, he looked her in the eyes as he circled her clit with his fingers. He pressed kisses against her neck, leading up to her ear.

"Who the fuck is Edward?" He whispered in her ear.

She smirked.

"My boyfriend."

"Mhm. And how good does he fuck you?" He asked, having fun with this.

"S-so good...fuck. He's so good at f-fucking me!" She moaned.

Without any warning he shoved a finger inside of her, curling it once it was fully in. A shrill squeal left y/n's lips causing Edward to smirk as he watched her below him.

"Oh yeah? You guys ever try anything rough? Anything kinky?" He asked, obviously enjoying this.

"N-No, but he mentioned he wanted t-to try...oh god. I'm e-excited to see wh-what he does..."

Edward slid another finger in, spreading his fingers out like a pair of scissors. He quickly moved his free hand to cover her mouth as a loud moan was about to leave her lips. After he muffled the moan, he pulled his hand away and placed it on her neck.

"Well, since you most likely won't be able to see your boyfriend again after this, I guess I'll just have to show you what that would have been like..."

He pulled his fingers out of her and licked them clean. Looking down on y/n he smirked. She had her hands zip-tied above her, her lips were red and plump from the rough kisses he had given her, and her skirt was all twisted and ruffled.

"Sit up. Take them off." He motioned to his boxers.

Even thought her hands were zip-tied, she could still grab things. So, she listened to what he said. Slowly, she tugged his boxers down as she looked him in the eyes. He groaned as his dick sprung out, which she promptly grabbed. Glaring at her, he pushed her back, grabbing her throat and kissing her passionately. His tongue pushed his way into her mouth and when he pulled away a string of saliva connected their tongue until it broke and fell onto y/n's chest.

"You seem to keep forgetting who's in charge here. I didn't say you could touch me. Are you that much of a stupid slut that you forget that I can kill you? Is your mind too caught up in the fact that I'm going to fuck you? Is my dick clouding your common sense? Huh?" He asked sharply, landing a light but firm slap across her face.

Y/n moaned and squirmed underneath him, thrusting her hips up. He could see how desperate and ready she was. It was so fucking hot seeing her so wet and ready for him to fuck her. All tied up and horny. Horny for him. Wanting him.

"Huh? Answer me!" He shouted.

Y/n, still caught up in her feeling of lust just closed her eyes and moaned. Edward grew impatient, grabbing onto her throat again, tighter than usual. Her eyes opened, looking up into his as he stuck his thumb in her mouth, prying open her mouth. He didn't do anything other than look in her mouth. He saw her pretty throat and groaned at the sight.

"You're quite a pretty girl. A dirty slut, but pretty nonetheless. I bet you'll look even better after I ruin you." He growled.

Pulling his thumb out of her mouth he used that hand to grab her legs and wrap them around his waist. Once he did that he flipped her skirt up and made sure his grip on her throat was firm. He looked her in the eyes as he breathed heavily. With one swift thrust he pushed his entire length deep inside of her. Edward moaned at the tight sensation and y/n let out a lewd pornographic moan. She wasn't even playing it up for the roleplay. It just felt that good. Not wasting a single second Edward picked up his pace and rammed into her hips at gut-churning speed. His face was contorted into one of pleasure, eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinted, and mouth agape. The chain around his neck bounced against his chest in rhythm with his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin and erotic moans filled the room.

"Fuck! Your boyfriend ever fuck you like this before?" He moaned, holding her neck as he looked down on her.

She shook her head, eyes rolled in the back of her head as she tried to mutter something. Edward nearly melted at the sight. He took his hand off her neck and grabbed her thighs, lifting them up to get a better angle. This drove her crazy and she couldn't stop moaning and panting.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you choking." He mocked, continuing to thrust into her.

"Fu-uck...No! He d-didn't ohh my god! It feels s-so good..." She moaned almost unintelligibly.

Edward smirked, finding this roleplay even hotter by the second. He was plowing into his girlfriend, roleplaying as a final girl and a serial killer, and he was rocking her world. Her face was contorted and he wanted to make her beg for him.

"You want more?" He teased.

She nodded desperately.

"Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you like the slut you are. I know you want to." He spat.

Y/n didn't even miss a heartbeat as he squirmed underneath him.

"Oh god please! I need more! P-Please! Just f-fuck me!" She practically screamed.

Edward picked her up, keeping himself inside her the whole time. He laid on his back, back propped against pillows. Gripping her hips he picked her up and slammed her down harshly on his dick. She let out shriek and placed her hands on his chest for support. He continued to roll his hips into her, moaning in delight as she did the same. The two of their bodies in perfect synch. He used his right hand to reach up and grab her chin, holding it tightly he shoved his thumb in her mouth again. She started to suck on it and lick it, making Edward twitch inside of her. He let her do this for a little while before pulling it out of her mouth.

"Y-You sure know ho-how to fuck a girl Mr.Ghostface..." She sighed, caught up in the ecstasy.

"I could fuck you anyway and you'd still love it. You love my dick." He moaned.

The two of them were slowly fading out of the roleplay, caught up in the passion the two of them were showing each other. The roleplay was fun and hot, but they were so lustful and just needed to finish as a couple. But that didn't mean they needed to be vanilla about it.

"Fuck, Ed...this is so hot but I just need you. I need you. I want you to fuck me as my boyfriend. I-I, oh fuck, I know you can fuck me like this without the roleplay. I need that. I'm begging you, y-you're driving me crazy Eddie!" She moaned, drunk on sex.

Edward grabbed the pair of scissors off of his nightstand and cut the zip-ties. He was having so much fun with the roleplay but he couldn't have agreed more. He could 100% fuck her like this without the roleplay. He had sweat dripping down his chest, his hair a complete mess. It was crazy how insanely good he looked when he was full of lust.

"Get the fuck over here." He groaned.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair Edward yanked her towards him, kissing her deeply. The two of them made out like a bunch of middle schoolers figuring out what french kissing was. It was sloppy and messy and they didn't give a shit. Y/n moaned and clenched around his dick which caused Edward to growl and flip her on her back. He pounded into her with strength and desire, gripping onto her hips and looking into her eyes, their lips inches away from each other.

"God, you look so pretty underneath me. You're taking my dick so good." He moaned,

Y/n reached her hands over Edward's neck, latching onto his back. Her nails were sure to leave scratch marks on his skin. He winced at the feeling but it was drowned in the feeling of pleasure.

"Oh Edward, you fuck me so good! Give it to me!" She moaned.

"Yeah? You like this? You really are a filthy thing." He mocked.

Edward felt himself getting close and could see that y/n was as well based on how her face was contorting. He lightly slapped her across the face, spitting on her chest as he picked up speed making her eyes roll back.

"Oh God! Edward I-"

"Shut up, I know. Just shut up." He ordered, focused on getting her there.

With a few more harsh thrusts, y/n let out shrill and high pitched moan as she orgasmed, Edward leaning down and kissing her during it. He continued to thrust into her at a rough pace until she came down from the high. He pulled out, moaning as he released all over her stomach. Edward rolled over on his back, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Y/n was doing the same thing. After a few moments, Edward reached over and grabbed the rag off the nightstand. He walked into the bathroom, y/n watching his ass jiggle slightly as he did which made her giggle lightly. He came back with the rag now damp.

"Here, come here." He ordered softly.

He used the rag to wipe her down, getting rid of the crude mixture that was spit and semen. After that he cleaned himself up as well. As she laid in bed he grabbed the strewn clothes off the floor and put them in their hamper. Once that was done he sat back down in bed with her.

"You ok?" He asked.

"I'm better than ok. That was amazing. I've never seen that side of you before!" She said.

He planted a kiss on top of her head.

"Well, you said you wanted to experiment and do new things. The roleplay was fun. But, to be honest, I was having more fun being rough with you. I hope I didn't hurt you too bad." He said, checking her neck and all over her body.

"Ed, I'm fine. You weren't too rough. It was perfect."

"Ok, good. Sorry if I got a little carried away."

"Oh Edward you were fine. The whole thing was so hot." She reassured.

He smiled and nodded. Getting up from bed he grabbed a pair of underwear, sweats, and shirt for y/n. He put on a clean pair of boxers and a pair of sweats. Edward walked over to his girlfriend, knowing that she was no doubt sore. After she removed her clothes, he picked her up and placed her on his lap, sliding the shirt over her body and helping her put the pair of underwear on. After that he helped her put on the pants as well.

"Comfy?" He asked.

She nodded, kissing the tip of his nose. Edward blushed and stood up, picking y/n up as well. He had her in his arms and carried her towards the living room, placing her down on the sofa. Y/n smiled up at her boyfriend, he always gave the best aftercare.

"Be honest. How sore are you?" He asked, looking at the clock.

'9:04 p.m.'

"On a scale of 1-10?" She asked, placing a pillow under her ass.

Edward nodded.

"Well, considering that I need to sit on a pillow...11?" She laughed.

Edward smirked and winked at her.

"Then I guess I did a good job, huh?"

"Hell yeah you did, I had no idea you were so good at dirty talk. That was so hot. You're a man of many talents Mr. Nygma." She complimented.

"Well, its easy when you are in love with the person. And I know exactly what you like too."

Y/n nodded.

"True. Good point. But still, you're very good at it."

Edward paused.

"You know I don't think you're a slut right? That was just for the roleplay." He asked, nervously.

Y/n nodded, a cute smile on her face.

"I know honey. If anything, I'm a slut for you." She winked.

"While you may have a point there, I still want you to know that I don't see you as anything else other than the love of my life and my best friend. And I want you to know that."

"Aw, Ed I love you so much, I feel the same way."

Edward smiled at her and kissed her softly.

"Hey Eddie, can you get so-"

"Something to eat? Already on it sweetheart."

Y/n smiled to herself, feeling lucky to have such a loving boyfriend. She felt her stomach start to growl. After that event it was no surprise that the two of them were starving. Her eyes grew heavy as she looked at the tv, that was playing the whole time. They had completely forgotten. Currently, Spongebob Squarepants was playing.

"Oh! Splergeboob." Y/n slurred, tired from the sex.

Edward poked his head out from behing a cabinet door, confusion on his face. He let out a surprised chuckle. He was used to his girlfriend messing up words when she was tired, but that was a new one.

"S-Splergeboob?" He stuttered in between laughter.

"Yeah." Was all she said.

Edward just shook his head and a goofy grin spread on his face. He loved his girlfriend so much. They were both complete dorks and were perfect for each other. They were inseparable. They were probably a lot closer than most couples were at 1 year. Suddenly, Edward remembered something.

"Honey, don't get mad at me for reminding you about this...but.."

Y/n woke up, already knowing what he was going to say. She let out a long and exaggerated groan, Edward walked over towards her wearing an apron that said 'Periodically' and had the elements nitrogen, erbium, and dysprosium underneath it so it spelled out NERDY. He always wore that apron in the kitchen, whether he was baking or not. He loved that damn apron. Only Edward Nygma would wear an apron like that after railing someone's guts out.

"Don't say ittttttttttttt. You always say it so weirddddd." She groaned.

"You. Need. To. Urinate." He said blankly.

"Oh god Edward. I can't even with you right now. You just fucked my brains out and now you're wearing that goofy apron and telling me to 'urinate'. I'm half convinced you aren't a human." She groaned, laughter in between her sentences.

He put his hands on his hips, making him look even more dorky. Y/n burst out laughing, the laughter sounding like a drunkard because of how tired she was. She loved her boyfriend so much but sometimes he was so hilarious on accident that she just had to laugh. She loved being in a relationship with him. She felt incredibly lucky.

"I'm serious! It's healthy for you to do that after sexual intercourse." He said, purposefully saying sex in the 'proper' terms to make her laugh.

"Intercourse?! Oh my god please Edward, I-I can't...my sides hurt from laughing oh my god. Just give me a second."

He sighed and waited for her to calm down.

"Do you need help getting to the bathroom?" He asked.

"I should be ok." Y/n said, struggling to get up.

Edward rolled his eyes playfully and picked her up, carrying her towards the bathroom. Once she was inside the bathroom she 'shooed' him off. He chuckled.

"You have to pay extra to watch me piss." She joked.

"No thanks." He said as he closed the door.

For the rest of the night, the two of them watched Halloween movies and ate ramen. Afterwards they snacked on the leftover candy from the day. The next day at the GCPD, people would notice how y/n walked funny the entire day and saw a few hickeys on her neck as well. And everyone knew she was dating Nygma. Jim and Harvey had actually grown quite fond of the couple and were good friends with them. So naturally, they were curious.

"Hey Ed, how was your guy's Halloween?" Harvey asked, Jim next to him.

Y/n walked by, her legs shaky and she looked at Edward. A blush creeped over her face as he winked at her. The two detectives watched. Edward brought his attention back to the detectives. He shrugged slightly, clicking his tongue.

"Eventful."

Harvey narrowed his eyes.

"Nygma...you sly dog..."

[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

Operation Croissant

Dear Mr. Hauser,

Hi it’s Robin Buckley, you know your favorite student, or well I guess you probably already knew that based on the envelope. I get it’s been awhile since we’ve spoken on account that I graduated four years ago, and I refuse to be the student that can’t let go of high school. I barely tolerated it when I was attending. 

The reason I’m writing to you is that I fulfilled my promise, I actually made three friends from good ol’ Hawkins High (bleh) and you would never guess who they are. Are you sitting down? If not you really really should before you continue reading. Okay back to what I was saying, I made three friends for Operation Croissant. 

Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, and um… Steve Harrington. 

You better not be looking smug Mr. Hauser, why do I feel like you’re definitely smirking right now? So yeah, somehow against all my best efforts Steve Harrington is my soulmate. Strictly platonic soulmate. The four of us (and I got permission to reveal this information I promise) are fellow friends of Dorothy. It’s okay take your time to process that, I sure did. I have a sneaking suspicion that you may have already known about me, and Eddie insists that you must have known about him. Subtle isn’t really his style. 

There was so much stuff about high school and life I was missing, and I never cared about until our lunches. For a long time I thought I was going to live this life alone. I didn’t think that this little group was an option for someone like me, like us. I was wrong, I was so wrong. I’m dating the girl of my dreams, she’s so smart, doesn’t care that I ramble a bunch of nonsense when I’m nervous, she is the most badass, beautiful woman in the world, and I found her here in Hawkins of all places. Then there’s Eddie who I know looks like that but he genuinely is the sweetest dude ever, I really wish he could’ve been there for our chats, the kid just needed anyone to confide in, to tell him he wasn’t a freak, that he wasn’t alone either. He’s smart too, smarter than what those teachers ever gave him credit for. Now for my Stevie, yeah he was an asshole back in school, but I watched him turn into the biggest dork of the twentieth century. We became reluctant parents to seven feral children together. I’m sure you’ve been acquainted with Dustin Henderson and co, for that we are all very sorry, we are working on them. So yeah Steve and I found out we practically share braincells, trauma bonded for life, we’ve both saved each other like at least seventeen different times at this point, but legally I can’t talk about any of those (trust me you don’t even want to know) so yeah Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, sisters for life. We aren’t even the strangest duo in our group, Eddie and Steve are literally boyfriends and it is the weirdest thing that makes the most amount of sense if you saw how they look at each other. Nancy and I on the other hand are classy about our love (this is a lie, we are probably even more disgusting then the guys. But don’t tell Nancy.) 

Whew that was a long winded paragraph, hope it wasn’t too wordy and got my point across that I love these idiots, and if it wasn’t for you I don’t think I ever would have been comfortable enough with myself to find and trust them. I hope you keep finding those kids who don’t feel like they belong. Most of all I hope you are just as happy and fulfilled as the way you helped me to be. Thanks for everything Mr. Hauser.

Eternally grateful,

Robin Buckley

[dragon-cookies]

Okay so overall thoughts on the new indie horror game, Suffer the Night by TaintedPact Games. I saw some clips of it on TikTok and decided to check it out

It's got an interesting premise and fun characters, but kind of suffers from an identity crisis during the second and third acts. Heads up for spoilers below the cut.

The game starts you off with a mysterious top-hatted man appearing at your doorstep and giving you a game on a floppy disc, with his only instructions being to play it, or else he's going to break into your house and murder you. It's a simple yet effective premise that gets straight to the point.

The entire first act is just you playing through a text-based horror adventure game, while the hatted man stalks you from outside the house, taunting you in a fun little sing-songy voice and occasionally reminding you to keep playing. There's a button designated solely for looking over your shoulder while at your computer too, something that's freaked out basically every let's player who noticed it.

With the way this first act is set up, and how the demo is also presented, it kind of leads you to assume this is going to be the entirety of the game. You're trapped in your house, forced to play a game through to the end, while fending off a powerful and mysterious threat. But then you beat the game, get got by the hat man, and then it goes through a pretty large and drastic shift in mechanics.

You wake up in a gothic, Amnesia-like area with musty stone walls and mutilated bodies, where it's revealed that after Stacey signed the book at the end of the game in the first act, she has now been transported into the world of the game itself where the hatted man, who we learn is called Mr. Tops, has total control over. Now, you must survive Mr. Tops' gauntlet of challenges he's set up for you, and gather the items you need to make your way to his domain and defeat him in order to escape.

It's at this point where the identity crisis kind of kicks in for me. The tense, atmospheric horror you might have experienced in the first act is now replaced with puzzles you need to solve, obstacles to overcome, and enemies to either avoid or kill with weapons you pick up along the way. Not a necessarily bad thing if you like this style of horror, but it's very different from the first act like I said. You also go from this gothic horror setting, to a creepy carnival playhouse, and then back to gothic horror with a dose of cosmic horror right at the end. All of which are not bad subgenres of horror, but they are a bit thematically jarring when crammed all into one game.

The third and final act features Stacey confronting Mr. Tops, where he reveals that he put her through all those challenges in order to claim her body as a new vessel, through which he'll use to supposedly wreak havoc on the real world. Stacey refuses, which leads to the final boss fight between her and Mr. Tops.

This is also just kind of a 'me' thing, but I found Mr. Tops' final boss form once again a bit thematically jarring.

The bat wings and scythe are cool, but they don't really fit very well with the rest of his appearance in my opinion. I feel like maybe black raven wings and longer claws could've fit a little bit better, but again that's just personal preference.

Stacey defeats Mr. Tops and stabs him with his own dagger (honestly a very badass move) and goes to finally escape the game world. It's here where, if you've collected all the Tarot cards throughout the game, you can unlock the good ending where you find the original developer of the game, who tells you can destroy the game's source code and delete everything. Follow his instructions, and the game and everything within it will be erased from existence. Stacey wakes up the next morning in her house, and smashes the game's floppy disc under her foot.

If you don't have all the tarot cards, or just choose to not delete the source code, Stacey will still escape back to the real world, but it's soon revealed that Mr. Tops essence still lives on within her, and she mutates into her own monstrous form as a living vessel for Mr. Tops.

So yeah like I said at the start, I think the game is strongest during its first act. I personally found Mr. Tops to be the most intriguing during that part, where we still don't know who he is or what his true intentions are. Learning more about him kind of kills that intrigue in my opinion. It's kind of like if we learned who the Happy Mask Salesman is from Majora's Mask and why he does what he does, a lot of the fun of that character comes from what we don't know about him.

But yes overall, not a bad experience. I'd probably put it at 7/10 like a fair number of other reviewers are. If you want to check it out yourself it's available on Steam!

[angief1808]

This is my Losers Club playlist and my headcannons for each song

•Smells Like Teen Spirit, Nirvana- The Losers have this on their hideout mixtape, Richie knows every word.

•Washing Machine Heart, Mitski- Eddie listens to this on his own and thinks of Richie. Ben thinks about Bev when he hears it.

•Eddie My Love, The Chordettes- Richie listens to it and thinks of Eddie.

•Freaks, Surf Curse- The Losers put this on their hideout mixtape.

•Wannabe, Spice Girls- Richie makes the Losers sing this at karaoke night, Eddie and Bill sit and watch while the rest of them try desperately to get them to join in. Eventually Bill joins and they all accept that Eddie will never get up there.

•Bust A Move, Young MC- The Losers’ quarry Mixtape, Richie made Bev add it.

•Pumped Up Kicks, Foster The People- The Losers think about the time they beat the shit out of the Bowers Gang during the rock war when they listen to this.

•Still Into You, Paramore- Bev listens to this and jams out in her room.

•Cherry Bomb, The Runaways- Bev showed Richie this song and they both jam so hard whenever it plays. They had to fight the rest of the Losers to get this on the hideout mixtape.

•Somebody’s Watching Me, Rockwell- Bill found this and immediately showed the rest of the Losers, they all loved it but it sort of creeped Eddie out.

•Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Cyndi Lauper- Richie put this in the hideout mixtape without telling anyone and everyone loved it when it played the first time and now they all jam out when it plays.

•Everybody Wants To Rule The World, Tears For Fears- Bill loves this song so he made sure it got out on the quarry mixtape

•American Idiot, Green Day- Richie jams out so hard to this alone in his room.

•Mr. Brightside, The Killers- Ben listens to this alone in his room and thinks of Bev and Bill cause he’s a little jealous but won’t admit it.

•Good Old Fashion Lover Boy, Queen- Stan and Eddie listen to this together, they also put it on the quarry mixtape and the Losers all agree Richie is the Lover Boy of the group (for Eddie’s mom of course).

•Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls- Bill listens to this but will not tell anyone.

•Teenage Dirtbag, Wheatus- Richie showed this to the Losers and they all really get into it, they put it on both the quarry and hideout mixtapes.

•Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing, Set It Off- The Losers we’re listening to the radio together and heard this and though of IT.

•Don’t You (Forget About Me), Simple Minds- Ben listens to this and thinks about Bev.

•Should I Stay Or Should I Go, The Clash- The Losers have this on the quarry mixtape, no one remembers who put it on there but they all love it. They have a feeling it was Mike.

•Teenagers, My Chemical Romance- Richie showed this to the Losers and put it on the hideout mixtape.

•I’m Just A Kid, Simple Plan- Bill and Ben each listen to this on their own and when it showed up on the hideout mixtape they both got confused because neither of them put it on there. Turns out Stan heard it and thought it was good and added it.

•Where is My Mind, The Pixies- Eddie showed Richie and Richie told everyone about it.

•Best Day of My Life, American Authors- Mike listens to this and thinks about the day he became part of the Loser’s Club.

•Boy in the Bubble, Alec Benjamin- Eddie listens to this but absolutely will not tell anyone. He found it after a run in with Bowers and when he listens to it he thinks about how he will stand up to Bowers next time.

•Your New Boyfriend, Wilbur Soot- Ben listens to this and thinks about how Bev likes Bill.

•Kiwi, Harry Styles- Richie like to play this and tease Eddie that he’s having his moms baby.

•Crazy Train, Ozzy Osbourne- Richie plays this in the hideout.

•Basket Case, Green Day- Richie jams to this in the hideout and Mike secretly jams with him

•Cupid’s Chokehold / Breakfast in America, Gym Class Heroes- Richie also teases Eddie about his mom with this song.

•Heroes, David Bowie- The Losers have this on the quarry mixtape.

•Scotty Doesn’t Know, Lustra- Another song Richie sings about Eddie’s mom.

•Psycho Killer, The Talking Heads- The Loser’s listen to this as a hype song before they fight IT.

•My Sharona, The Knack- Bev put this on the hideout mixtape.

•Friday I’m In Love, The Cure- Eddie listens to this and thinks about Richie, Ben thinks about Bev when he hears it.

•It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me, Billy Joel- The Losers have this on the hideout mixtape, no one remembers when it was added.

•Gypsy, Fleetwood Mac- Bev and Ben added this to the quarry mixtape.

•Holding Out For A Hero, Bonnie Tyler- The Losers also have this as a hype song before the battle with IT.

•The Adults are Talking, The Strokes- Stan listens to this and shows Bill and they also listen to it when they’re at each others houses.

•Gloria, Laura Branigan- Ben put this on the hideout mixtape with no shame and the Losers all jam to it

•Come Sail Away, Styx- This showed up on the hideout mixtape and no one ever admitted they put it on there, Bill doesn’t like it at first because he thinks of Georgie but it grows on him.

•Eddie Baby, Flex Hagan & The Family- Richie listens to this and screams the lyrics.

•Mr. Jones, Counting Crows- Stan listens to this when he’s alone, he contemplated showing the losers but thought they wouldn’t like it.

•Six Different Ways, The Cure- Stan and Eddie love this song. They make sure it gets on the quarry playlist even if no one seems to like it.

•Cool Kids, Echosmith- Mike listened to this before he met the Losers, hoping to make some friends. After he joined the Loser’s Club he showed this to the group and they put it on the hideout mixtape

•Everybody Talks, Neon Trees- Richie listens to this song a lot since Stan showed it to him.

•Art Is Dead, Bo Burnham- Eddie made Richie listen to this and Richie is adamant that he doesn’t like it but he secretly listens to it all the time.

•Verbatim, Mother Mother- Richie listens to this and absolutely will not tell anyone.

•Radio Nowhere, Bruce Springsteen- Eddie is a huge Springsteen fan and makes sure this is on both the hideout and quarry mixtapes.

•Gives You Hell, The All-American Rejects- Richie listens to this and thinks of Bowers’s cousin but when he shows the Losers he tells them it’s for Bowers.

•Check Yes Juliet, We The Kings- Ben listens to this and thinks of Bev.

•Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, The Police- Bill thinks about Bev when he listens to this.

•Good Riddance, Green Day- The Losers listen to this together before they all part ways and leave Derry.

•Growin’ Up, Bruce Springsteen- Eddie being the Springsteen fan he is, showed the Losers this and told them how it reminds him of growing up with them and they all find that really amazing and put it on the quarry mixtape.

•I like Me Better, Lauv- Eddie listens to this and thinks about Richie.

•Wonderwall, Oasis- Richie likes to throw this on the hideout mix tape without telling anyone and when it plays the Losers get annoyed and take it off and Richie puts it back on every time to fuck with them.

•Stutter, Marianas Trench- Bill listens to this when he’s alone and one day Bev shows it to him and he acts like he’s never heard it before.

•Radio Gaga, Queen- Ben jams to this and put it on the quarry mixtape.

•Marry You, Bruno Mars- Richie plays this for Eddie and sings at the top of his lung while Eddie blushes hard.

•Burnin’ Up, The Jonas Brothers- Richie makes Mike Listen to this cause he thinks it’s funny to remind him of his parents but Mike absolutely hates it and does not find it funny.

•I’m Still Standing, Elton John- The Losers listen to this a lot after they beat IT the first time.

•Hooked On A Feeling, Blue Suede- The Losers jam to this at the quarry, they also love to do it at karaoke night.

•Never Gonna Give You Up, Rick Astley- Richie constantly Rick Rolls the Losers.

•Road To Nowhere, The Talking Heads- Bill rides Silver around Derry and listens to this, he shows it to Eddie and Stan and they all jam to it.

•I Think I’m Going To Kill Myself, Elton John- Stanley plays this to the Losers when he’s getting sick of their shit.

•99 Red Balloons, Nena- Another of the Losers’ hype songs

•The Story, Brandi Carlile- Eddie and Richies wedding song

He’s the link to the playlist if you want it :)

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

janAUary #1 - grocery store

pairing: Bonnie x Willy Wonka (2023)

summary: Willy becomes quite the regular customer at Bonnie's grocery store

word count: 1154

author's note: this was very much just a warm-up style drabble !!! just flexing the muscles - not my best work, but fun to write :) divider is from @/yaynowimglad

Bonnie was used to slow days. She had only been in charge for a couple years, but she could probably count the customers she had seen in her time as the owner on just her two hands. Her grandmother had left it to her in the will, and she had worked there since she was a teenager - come to think of it, it had always been pretty slow.

Of course, Bonnie’s store, The Concoctor's Cabinet, didn’t sell just milk and eggs and bread. She sold things far more interesting - like liquified sun rays and phoenix feathers. The handmade shelves were chock full of jars of some of the rarest ingredients found all around the world. She would’ve thought all the rich freaks in this part of Europe would be chomping at the bit to get their hands on stuff like this - where else around here could you find literal lightning in a bottle? But it apparently wasn’t interesting enough for more than a single novelty visit for many back when the place first opened… While her grandmother was still alive.

So, naturally, on a random Tuesday in the early days of winter, Bonnie expected not to see a single soul during her work day. That is, until she saw a frail young man barrel in the door. She watched him from the counter for a moment before greeting him, taking note of his mannerisms. He looked… Different. Nothing like the customers she’d seen in the past. Not much like her other regulars, either, come to think of it. His clothes were brighter, albeit a little dirty, and he wore a brown top hat over his tousled hair. She almost wanted to laugh, until he looked up and met her eyes.

“Good afternoon,” she stammered. “Can I help you find anything in particular?”

The man smiled, removing his hat and placing it under his arm. “As a matter of fact, you can. I was told I might be able to find some griffin tooth here?”

“Oh! Absolutely, let me take you to it,” Bonnie replied, leaving her post to lead the way. Surely she could have simply pointed to the shelf, seeing as the shop wasn’t exactly big, but customer engagement was important to her - after all, for all she knew, a personalized shopping experience could be the difference between a lifetime regular and a one-time novelty shopper. The two took a short walk over to the right corner of the store, where all the gold products were - Bonnie liked to organize them by color, she thought it made things look prettier. 

“Okay, owl feather, pot of gold, golem gear… Ah! Griffin tooth! How much were you looking to get?”

“Well, how much you got?”

“It looks like… About four jars.”

“I’ll take ‘em all,” the man beamed. “I mean, it’s a miracle I was even able to find any… Thank you.”

“Of course! You’re very welcome, mister…”

“Wonka,” he said, filling in the blank. “Willy Wonka.”

“Well, Mr. Wonka, you are very welcome,” Bonnie repeated.

“Please, call me Willy,” the man insisted.

“Was Mr. Wonka your father?” Bonnie asked, attempting to joke with him as they made their way back to the checkout counter.

“No, I don’t know my father’s name, actually,” Willy responded.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he grinned.

Bonnie’s face tinted pink as she took her place behind the counter, setting herself up to make the sale. All the while, Willy kept his eyes on her, watching as she typed away on her system. She looked to be about his age, which was wonderful news for Willy for a multitude of reasons. For one, it gave him hope for his own business venture - if Bonnie could run a shop like this, surely he could make it with his chocolate shop. It also gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, he could finally find a friend his own age in her. For much of his life, Willy really only knew people older than him - well, Noodle being the exception. But, on the boat, all of his coworkers were a bit older, and his new friends from Scrubbit's were all a bit older, and even much of his customer base proved to be at least a few years older than he was. He felt like he was so far behind them - maybe someone like Bonnie could help him catch up.

“Okay, so… four jars of griffin tooth… That comes to twelve sovereigns!” Bonnie said cheerfully, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Really?” Willy asked, tilting his head to the side. “Just… Just twelve sovereigns?”

“Sure,” Bonnie shrugged. “Three sovereigns per jar, four jars… That makes twelve sovereigns.”

Willy looked at her bewildered, his expression suggesting some kind of boyish glee. Bonnie’s blush surely got darker, though she couldn’t tell considering her cheeks had been a little hot since he walked through the door. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever found griffin tooth at that kind of price before,” Willy said. “I mean, I almost feel like I’m stealing from you. You’re sure that’s all I owe you?”

“Positive,” Bonnie nodded. “My grandmother always wanted to keep the prices reasonable - she always said everyone deserved the finest goods at the fairest price.”

“Well, your grandmother sounds like she was a wise woman.”

“Yeah, she was,” Bonnie replied, grinning to herself.

She finished ringing up the sale, putting the twelve sovereigns in her register, then gently wrapping up each jar. Her packaging was something she prided herself on, and as she stealthily glanced up at Willy, she could tell he was a fan of it too.

“I like that paper you’re using, it’s pretty,” he mused, his eyes fixated on the burgundy striped paper curling around the jar in Bonnie's hands.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Gotta keep the jars safe, you know? I don’t want them to break and make a mess in the bag.”

“Well, I appreciate the gesture. Not too many shop owners around here seem to put in the level of care you do. I mean, even down to the decor… I can tell there’s a lot of love in this place. I can only hope my shop can feel a fraction as nice as this.”

“You have a shop?” Bonnie asked, raising an eyebrow as she slid the bag of griffin tooth closer to him.

“I do! Wonka’s Chocolate Shop, down at the Gallery Gourmet.”

“Chocolate… Is that what you need all this griffin tooth for?”

“Sure is! Not all at once, of course, but it never hurts to have a little extra… You should come by! I’ll let you taste test the batch I use your ingredients for.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bonnie said, offering a nod and a smile.

Willy put his hat back on, tipping it to her as he picked up the bag and headed for the door. “Bonnie was it?”

“Yep, that’s me!”

“I will definitely be back.”

[mlobsters]

supernatural s6e16 ...and then there were none (w. brett matthews)

again thinking gosh she looks like victoria pedretti (well maybe not with this slightly manic look but, i think it's the lips/teeth). and this dude like knockoff bryan cranston.

victoria pedretti (also an excuse to look at that lovely face) & eve

i like how they (the Show) dodge talking about jesus

not-bryan-cranston & bryan cranston

LOL bobby in the field! what is happening

bobby looks so much better with his natural hairline instead of whatever they do to him sometimes. i thought it was a hair piece but i'm wondering now if it's just like, filler/makeup

back with his rufus, "just like old times"

cute how they can gang up on bobby with rufus to tease him

i really didn't think dean would actually kill him next time he saw grandpa skinner. also it's a little xfiles reunion! mr x and skinner. totally don't remember why dean's mad at grandpa, another reason i take forever to watch one episode. oh right, sold them out to crowley/almost got them killed

DEAN I said I'd kill him!

SAM Look, just a second.

RUFUS I take it you know each other.

DEAN He's our grandfather.

RUFUS Oh. Somebody needs a hug.

i mean, perpetually, they all do. also, did you SEE that awkward ass hug bobby gave sam after he got his soul back?

s6e12: merging into one person hug / *pat pat*

BOBBY So...you're Samuel.

SAMUEL You must be the guy pretending to be their father.

BOBBY Well, somebody ought to.

SAM We're gonna find him alive, Samuel, or I'm gonna put a bullet into your head.

🥰

*insert leverage-style cheesy heist music*

DEAN It's like a Khan worm on steroids.

that wrath of khan ear bug worm thing FREAKED ME OUT as a kid

DEAN Worm crawls in you, worm crawls out.

RUFUS Monster possession? That's novel.

i like all the sassy one liners they're giving rufus

RUFUS Second date. Oh, yeah, we're goo positive.

DEAN What does that mean? What does that mean?

dean glaring at grandpa, made me laugh

i am confused to how exactly there was time to set up these traps in this... factory or whatever they're in

SAM I mean, I just can't help but think... what would Mom say?

really? that's what you think, sam?

LOL so i thought maybe they were gonna force sam to deal with the moral dilemma of killing grandpa when not actively ear wormed but i guess not. just a brief contemplation before whew worm actually still intact

do they not have a taser or stun gun they could use instead of an exposed wire? -_- oh no. not rufus! :( this is like ellen and jo all over again, should have seen it coming a mile away

SAM Why do you keep talking about herpes?

DEAN What? I don't. Shut up. Shut up.

i have no idea

i know they gotta have new big bads but this eve thing with the monsters taking over, didn't we just do this with demons 🥴

DEAN I mean at the end of the day, you two are family. Life's short, and ours are shorter than most. We're gonna spend it wringing our hands? Something's gonna get us eventually, and when my guts get ripped out, just so you two know, we're good. Blanket apology for all the crap that anybody's done all the way around.

SAM Some of us pulled a lot of crap, Dean.

DEAN Well, clean slate.

SAM Okay.

sometimes feel weird how often they position sam as the one that always fucks up and needs absolution. but also this is about sam forgiving himself, right

so much for the xfiles reunion,

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Here’s a little follow-up to the one-shot I wrote the other night where Peter came to Arthur’s bar, injured and in need of help.

Enjoy!

Warning: mentioned injuries 

On with the fic!

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Peter stood outside of the Avalon, the bar where Arthur worked. He peeked in through the window of one of the double doors, seeing that for nine at night, there were a decent amount of customers inside. Men and women who clearly came to Vegas more for the Rat Pack experience than the modern trash that Peter was used to.

He could see Arthur behind the bar with a younger woman, before he left and walked off to somewhere in the back.

Peter felt a lump in his throat, he hadn’t been back in a week, not really by his own choice, but he felt that he should come back and talk with the bartender a little. A thank you, an apology, maybe a drink? He didn’t know, fuck, he probably should have come here during the closing hour, the normal time, not when there were people around.

Still, he was here, and if people had a problem with that, fuck ‘em. He even wore some more normal, decent clothing. Not really something that actually fits the aesthetics of a bar that came from the fifties, but... Peter was in a dress shirt.

Yes, it was more his style, black, with prints of a slightly lighter black of crescent moons and bats, and there was a red string of gems on the collar to look like a bleeding bite wound. It was... it was his nicest shirt, shit, he probably should have sent an assistant to get him something less gothy and cool.

Whatever, fuck it, he looked hot as hell, no one could stop him except his own, stupid brain. 

He stepped inside, a few people glanced over at him, but then went back to their drinks and conversations. He approached the bar, happy his seat was empty, and sat down. The woman behind the counter approached. “Good evening, sir.”

“Yeah, uh, hey, is... is Arthur here?” Peter wanted to slap himself.

She looked at him for a moment before giving a knowing nod. “Ah, you’re Mr. Vincent, aren’t you? Just a second, he’s grabbing some inventory.”

Peter nodded in return and let out the small breath he had been holding. He only had to wait a few minutes before Arthur returned, and Peter took notice he seemed to be walking with a cane. Shit, was he okay? No, it looked a bit old, like he used it for a while, did Arthur have a limp?

“I think we might need to put in for a new order, Aurora.” Arthur said, holding up a bottle of something. “This was the only one I could find le- oh! Peter!” 

Arthur started at Peter in surprise, before he smiled a little. “Goodness, I wasn’t expecting to see you here, or at least before midnight. What are you doing here?”

“I... uhh...” Peter found that he didn’t know what to say. Arthur was smiling, but he looked a little worried, had he been worried? Well, a week ago, Peter collapsed on his floor, bleeding from a really nasty set of claw marks, so... that makes sense.

Plus, Peter fucked off for a week without a word, so there’s that too.

“Hey, I came to just say, ya know, thanks for sewin’ up my side, didn’t really want to lose a kidney or somethin’.” He tried to joke, scratching at his head. “But for real, you didn’t have to do that, could’ve just called an ambulance or whatever.”

“You asked me not to.”

“And I’m happy you did, cause my coworkers didn’t listen and I had to go to the hospital when the stitches tore.”

The bartender’s eyes widened. “Oh dear.”

“Yeeeaaahhh...” Peter felt embarrassed now. “Was doin’ rehearsals, and I moved wrong and suddenly my shirt’s wet and stuck to me. My costars are all freaking out and before I could say anything, someone’s called 911.” 

Then he let out a nervous, laugh. “Good think I was just in sweats and a shirt, cause if I were in full costume, man, do you know how embarrassing that’d be? Though I’m sure the doctors have seen people dressed in much worse than leather pants and a jacket.”

Arthur was frowning. “But you’re alright, yes?”

“Oh yeah! Got stitched back up, everything is good, great. Achy, but I’ve had worse.”

Which was probably not the right thing to say.

“Surgical stuff.” Peter explained, but didn’t go into more detail. Arthur nodded, seeming to understand what he meant by that. 

“As long as you’re alright.”

“Very. Sorry, it’s why I haven’t been in, had to take it easy, didn’t want to pop open the stitches a third time, so no runnin’ around after hours for me.”

Arthur looked at him funny, one day he’d have to explain to this guy he hunted vampires for real. But he’d only known Arthur for over a month, nearly two now, it was too early.

Then the bartender was smiling in that way that Peter knew was honest, not just for customer service. “Glad to hear you’re doing better, but do take it easy.”

“Y-yeah, I’ll try.” Peter felt a warmth in his chest. “So, uhh... whatcha wanna serve me tonight? A surprise?” 

Arthur nodded, turning away to prepare something for Peter, who was screaming internally while he waited.