#okay so apparently I picked the wrong day to stop talking shit

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

No, I was not disappointed by how Jason was written in the comics in post crisis. Even when written by authors who just could not grasp the depth of his character (let alone a consistent plot), I can’t say I disagreed with him! He’s compelling and has the kind of magnetism and self-awareness most other characters lack.

What I do find mildly disappointing however (tbh Idc, it’s not my brain), is the ever-increasing number of self-appointed social justice warriors of fiction with a prominent lack of critical thinking skills casually wandering into the tag acting like they have some grandiose point to make that will sway us misguided Jason fans into seeing the ultimate truth; that we actually should not enjoy the canon version of our favorite fictional character because of xyz sins, and that any characteristic he had was actually made up.

[rottenaero]

AO3

Part 1

Part 4

Part 6

Part 5 of the roommates idea

Okay okay, so before this starts, a lot of people have mentioned me posting this on ao3, and my question is if you guys mean it as it is, or if I should make two or three new parts to make up for the first part.

Because in the first part, we miss a lot of possible moments between Steve and Eddie since it skips to the basic idea.

This whole thing was meant to be a messy and quick way to get my ideas out, but then people ended up actually liking it, and well, I just want you guys to like the outcome.

Basically, I wanna know if I should;

A.Post it on ao3 as is

B. Post it on ao3 with two to maybe four parts instead of the original post, and have me do part six after I make those. (I'm a decently quick writer when I'm motivated, all these parts so far have been within a day or two)

C. Make the parts instead of the original post, and have this be a big one-shot on ao3(meaning it wouldn't be posted on there until this is finished)

I am really leaning towards B, just cause I wanna do those interactions (one of which would be Eddie coming out to Steve), but I wanna see what you guys think first.

This whole thing is kinda a wreck cause I don't usually post fics on Tumblr but hopefully it will get better with time.

After Dustin explains the upside down, and Eddie talks about what really happened, they come to a sort of agreement.

Eddie was to stay at the boathouse, and someone would occasionally come over with a supply of drinks and food.

Steve, of course, despised this, because Eddie is his best friend-(And who was he kidding? Goddamn crush, too)-dammit, but he let the plan go on anyway.

Before they left, Steve turned to Eddie, brows pinched together.

“Stay safe, alright? If you get hurt because you do something stupid, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Eddie laughed, loud and full, “Kinda counterproductive, aye sweetheart?”

He stopped when Steve didn’t laugh or make a joke back. “I’ll be fine, and I’ll walkie if things go to shit.”

“Good.” Steve gave him a little peck on the corner of his lips, “Don’t die, man. Can’t take care of these little shits by myself.”

He turned to face Max, and a gaping Dustin and Robin.

“Lets go, nerds”

-

Steve stared at the ground, unblinking.

One of his kids were gonna die.

Eddie had had apparently left the boathouse

Eddie was being hunted.

Two more students have been murdered.

He licked his lips, and his eyes flicked up to watch Powell talk about the town hall meeting.

They were royally fucked.

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler? Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes widened and he turned around in time to see Dustin snatch the walkie.

“Eddie, holy shit. Are you okay?”

The walkie took a second to crackle back to life.

“Nah man, pretty uh, pretty goddamn far from okay.”

“Where is he?”Nancy asked, already halfway back into the car.

“Where are you?”

“Skull Rock, Steve knows it.”

Steve smiled, grabbing the walkie and clicking down on the button, “Hold on tight, Ed-stefer, we’re on our way.” He tossed it back to Dustin before turning to Nancy.

“I’m driving.”

She scrunched her nose, but didn’t question it and swapped to the passenger's side.

-

“Dude, I’m telling you, you’re leading us the wrong way.”

“It’s North, I’m positive! I checked the map.”

Steve sighed and pinched his nose, “This is literally Eddie and I’s spot, we come here all the time.”

“That doesn’t have to do with it being a make-out spot, does it?” Lucas asked hesitantly from his spot in the back.

“Jesus, no Sinclair, this does not have to do with- Eddie and I are just friends.”

Robin scoffed, “Didn’t you kiss him earlier?” She asked.

“As friends. He doesn’t like me like that.”

“Right, but you like him like that, though?”

“Oh wow, suddenly we’re here, y’know, at the place you said we weren’t gonna end up at?” Steve yelped, gesturing broadly at the rocks around him.

Lucas has to physically bite his lip to keep from mentioning that he had absolutely picked that up from Eddie, or that Eddie had picked it up from him.

“See? You little butthead, I was right.”

Theres a rustle of leaves and then,

“I concur, you, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.”

Steve turned to face the man and almost collapsed in relief, hes not hurt.

“Jesus Eddie, we thought you were a goner.” Dustin sighed, as he made his way past Steve to hug Eddie.

“Yeah, me too man. Me too.”

The hug goes on for maybe ten seconds before Eddie’s pulling back and bringing Steve into a side one, you know, like some kind of dad. “I tried calling you guys, but uh…”

His face turned sheepish and he stepped back a bit to grab some water from a canister. “My walkie was busted, man.”

“Drenched.” He adds in after a second, laughing a bit.

He took another sip from the bottle before wiping and extra drops away from his mouth. “So, uh, I did the thing that I do now apparently. I ran.” He let out another laugh, this one was a little bit more self-deprecating.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack.”

Eddie perked up, and grabbed at his wrist, “ Yeah, no, I um, know exactly what time it was.”

He held up a watch, the dials on it weren’t moving. “My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.”

“9:27…”

“Same times our flashlights went kablooey.” Robin says, and her eyes light up like she connected the dots.

Steve hadn’t, “Which means what exactly?”

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.”

Steve half-zoned out, silently going through the events in his head, while maintaining conversation.

“Skull Rock was North.”

“An electromagnetic field.”

“What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

Steve tuned back in, a hundred percent now. He turned to look at Eddie, who was still crouching, and damn how did his back not hurt?

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor,” Steve perked up, he kind of knew this one, “-which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think it’s a really bad idea.”

And Steve nodded along, because yeah, this was a terrible idea.

“But uh, the Shire, the Shire is burning, so Mordor it is.”

He whistled at Eddie when everyone got up, and he was by Steve’s side in seconds.

“You’re not hurt or anything, are you? Cause you don’t look it but…”He trailed off, and Eddie grinned.

“I am all-good Steve-O.” Steve nodded, “Good, good.”

Suddenly, there was a sharp gasp from right next to him, “Were you, perhaps, worried?!” Steve kicked a rock instead of answering.

It just made Eddie’s grin widen further.

“You totally were! Stevie Harrington, The-Former-King-Of-Hawkins turned sweetheart, worrying over lil-ol-Eddie-The-Freak-Munson!”

Steve scoffed, “ First off, I’d like to think I’ve always been a sweetheart, second off, keep it in your pants, dude.”

Eddie cackled, leaning into his side, “Yeah, yeah! You’re right. You’ve kinda been like that for the past two years, Mr.Eddie-Cant-Carry-A-Fucking-Hot-Pan-Anymore.” He laughed, ignoring the second part of Steve’s statement.

He huffed, “Just don’t want you getting hurt.”

Eddie booped his nose, “Yeah yeah, you’re just you like that.”

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[slut4thebroken]

“Childhood Enemies Turned Lovers?” - part 1

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Pairing | Robert Fischer x reader

Summary | Arranged marriage enemies to lovers au. Need I say more?

Warnings | Angst, fluff?, domestic violence, kind of, slow burn, but not too slow, misogyny, i think, enemies to lovers, alcohol, robert is so fucking sassy lol, slut shaming, flirting, implied/referenced homophobia.

Words | 4.1 k

Notes | We’re not gonna talk about how the reason for this arranged marriage lowkey makes no sense okay? 🤫

Ao3 link | <3

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You’ve hated Robert Fischer for as long as you can remember. Growing up, your father told you that the Fischer’s were no good and their business wasn’t much better. You, of course, believed him. You didn’t know any better. 

Unfortunately, you often attended the same events, like charity galas and fundraisers, and every single interaction ended in juvenile bickering. As you got older, you grew to resent him— solely because of the fact that he got hot and you couldn’t have him— and the jabs became more personal. You mocked him for his daddy issues, he mocked you for your reputation— you’re seen a few times with different guys and all of a sudden that makes you a whore, nevermind the fact that half of the guys you were seen with are gayer than Elton John. 

But the rivalry between your families was hurting both businesses. And even though neither you nor Robert had anything to do with it, you were still partially responsible apparently. Which is how you found yourself at dinner, sitting next to your father and across from Robert, his father beside him. The tension was thick, one wrong word from anyone and all of this would go down the drain immediately. So you kept your mouth shut, letting your father do the talking. 

“As much as we both hate to admit it, we can’t keep this up.” He said and you waited for the point he was trying to make. 

“Both of our businesses are struggling because of it and I think we came to a fair solution.” Robert’s father added. You sighed and picked up your wine to stop yourself from telling them to just spit it out already. “We want you both to get married.” You choked on your drink and started coughing as you set the glass back down, Robert had a similar reaction with his food. 

“It would end this petty feud and our businesses would be stronger together.” Your father explained and you turned to him in shock, staring at him as if he had grown a second head. 

“Are you fucking crazy?” You hissed, making his gaze harden. 

“Don’t make a scene. We don’t need you embarrassing the family any further.” He spat, making you clench your jaw and look away. It’s not your fault paparazzi are obsessed with you and stalk you everywhere you go.  

“I never thought I’d say this, but I have to agree with her.” Robert finally chimed in, speaking apprehensively. 

“Son, you know we’re right.” You watched him soften at his fathers words— what a weak little daddy’s boy. You thought with a scoff. 

“No you’re not.” You said, keeping your voice at a normal level. 

“That’s not for you to decide.” Your father said and you stood up suddenly, throwing the napkin from your lap onto your plate and grabbing your purse. “Sit back down. We’re not done.” He warned. 

“I’m not listening to this shit. Figure out another solution.” You spat. When you tried to walk away, he grabbed your wrist in a bruising grip. You swallowed down a whimper from the pain, not turning back around to face him as your eyes started watering. 

“Sit down.” He hissed, tightening his grip until you couldn’t hold down the sound anymore. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like anyone heard it. You moved back to your seat and he let you go. 

As you kept your gaze on your lap and rubbed your sore wrist, you could practically feel his gaze on you. Sure enough, when you looked up, Robert was staring at you with a mixture of confusion, concern, and pity. 

“I’m sorry. One day I know you both will see this the way we do.” His father said. After a few more minutes of the men conversing and you keeping your head down, your father finally dismissed you and you practically ran out of the restaurant. You texted your driver, then waited outside the building, trying to at least wait until you were in the car to start crying. 

“Hi.” You stiffened, then shook your head with a sniffle. 

“I don’t need this right now, Fischer.” You said quietly, voice trembling. 

“Me neither. I came to ask if you’re okay.” He spoke with a gentleness you didn’t know he was capable of. 

“Of course I’m not fucking okay.” You spat viciously. “I’m barely in my mid twenties, I don’t want to marry yet— I’m not ready to marry yet. Let alone you. I want to- to marry someone I love.” Your voice broke pathetically and you kept your gaze forward or down, not able to look at him. He let out a heavy sigh, but didn’t respond, seemingly realizing that nothing he could say would help right now. His hand suddenly touching yours made you flinch as you head snapped to him. He gently lifted your hand and inspected your wrist, running his thumb over the red skin. 

“Don’t.” You said sharply, not wanting to feel worse about yourself. 

“I didn’t say anything.” 

“Well you thought it. He’s not— he’s not an abuser, okay? He just doesn’t know his own strength.” You defended weakly. The first part you technically believed, but you knew that what he did was always intentional— one of his ways of asserting his power over you. 

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, making your gaze harden. 

“I don’t need your pity.” You spat, pulling your hand away. You could’ve cried in relief when your car finally pulled up. He called out for you when you started walking away, making you freeze, then turn back around. 

“They told me to tell you there’s going to be a meeting you need to attend next week to go over everything.”  

“Is that all?” You asked, voice breaking slightly as you spoke. 

He hesitated, then gave you a small, “yes” and you continued walking, now finding the driver standing there with the door open. You spared him one last glance before getting in. Even though you knew he couldn’t see you through the practically black window tint, it still felt like his gaze was on you. 

The next few days were spent drinking and crying. Eventually you decided your pity party was over. If you’re about to be married off like fucking cattle, might as well make the most of your time as a free woman, right? Which is how you found yourself at your semi regular hookup’s house. 

It wasn’t good. He seemed to realize that your mind was elsewhere and offered to talk, saying you didn’t have to keep going. That made you scoff and snap back some mean retort about how if you wanted to talk, you would’ve hit up a shrink. Which you felt bad about, but it was quickly forgotten. 

The meeting was in two days. There were moments when you seriously considered not going… but you didn’t want to find out what the consequences would be. On the day of the meeting, you woke up late— already off to a bad start— and had to quickly wipe off last night's makeup and do your best to reapply it quickly. 

When you arrived, the conversation stopped and everyone turned to you, watching you take off your sunglasses as you sat in the only open chair, next to Robert. 

“Nice of you to finally join us— and hungover too.” Your father snarked. 

“Sorry I’m late.” You said with an exaggerated smile. “Please continue.” The expression dropped almost instantly and you waited for the conversation to pick back up. 

It dragged on slowly. They talked about the business and legal aspects of the deal, made sure everyone was on the same page about what they would get out of this arrangement, and you just sat there the whole time, trying not to cry as you thought about how you’d never be able to have a boyfriend— at least not a public one, and he probably wouldn’t want to put up with the secrecy of it all. Those thoughts spiraled into the realization that you’ll never experience being with someone you truly love. 

Someone called your name loudly, making your head snap up. 

“What?” You asked, trying to push down the panic attack. 

“I asked if you were listening.” Your father said, completely unamused. 

“I was. I need to just— I need… I have to go to the bathroom.” You scrambled out of your chair, ignoring your father calling out for you, and practically ran to the bathroom. You slammed the door shut and locked it, then leaned against it, trying to take deep breaths as you hyperventilated. Your chest tightened and you doubled over, placing your hands on your knees to steady yourself. Tears quickly filled your eyes when you remembered why you were having a panic attack in the first place. 

Someone slammed their fist on the door rapidly, making your breath catch in your throat. 

“Come out of there, I’m not going to tell you again.” Your father said, making your crying come back full force. 

“I- I’m almost done.” You did your best to get the words out through your sobs and uneven breaths. You waited for him to yell again, maybe get someone to break down the door, but you heard hushed voices, then silence, followed by a quiet knock. 

“What?” You croaked. 

“He only agreed to let me.. ‘handle’ this, if you actually let me in.” He said tentatively and you had no reason not to believe him, so you unlocked the door, then leaned against the wall so he could come in. 

He almost seemed shocked by your current state, probably expecting you to have just run in here out of boredom. 

“I can’t. I can’t, Robert.” You whimpered, taking in shaky, uneven breaths. 

“I think we can find a way to make this work.” He said softly, making you shake your head. 

“I don’t want to be married to you for the rest of my fucking life! I want to marry someone I love, someone I actually want to spend my life with.” 

“I know, I do too. Can you just listen to me please?” You don’t think you’ve ever heard him say the word please before. When you stayed silent, he continued. “My father is already very old and within a few years, he’ll most likely pass and the company will be mine. After that I can try to keep the peace with your family and we can get a divorce, then go our separate ways. I know it’s not ideal, but you’re not going to be stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of your life.” You started to calm down as you processed his words. You really only have to wait maybe five or ten years before this will be over. Which seems like a lot but you’ll still only be in your early to mid thirties. It could be worse. 

“You’re right. I didn’t think about it like that.” You said, exhaustion clear in your voice now that you weren’t actively panicking anymore. 

“I usually am, you’re just too stubborn to listen to me.” He chuckled, making the corners of your lips curl up into a small smile. “Make yourself presentable, then come back out. The meeting’s almost over but they want us to get lunch together for our first publicity stunt.” You were about to make a snide remark about him telling you to ‘make yourself presentable’ but it died in your throat when you looked in the mirror. 

“Oh my god.” You muttered, embarrassed. He chuckled as he left the bathroom and only then did you register what he said— you have to get lunch with him. Looking like you just crawled out of a dumpster after rotting there for a week. You did your best to wipe away the mascara on your face and just touch up the rest of you, in hopes of making your face slightly less noticeable. Taking a deep breath, you held your head high and put on your best fake smile before walking out. 

“Sorry, everyone. I hope I didn’t miss anything too important.” Your father gave you a warning glare at your demeanor. “I heard we’re getting lunch?” You said, trying to move the topic away from yourself. 

“Yes. You two have made enough of a fuss in public that just jumping right into this will be worse than playing it up, pretending like you’re actually starting to get along now.” Mr. Fischer explained. 

“Paparazzi will be there?” You confirmed. 

“Yes. So you might want to stop by your apartment first and make yourself presentable.” Your father added, making you take a deep breath as you dug your nails into your hand. 

“Got it. Anything else?” You didn’t mean for it to sound sarcastic, but based on your fathers expression, that’s how it came out. Thankfully Robert spoke before he could comment on it. 

“They want us to arrive together. Should I meet you at your apartment later or just come with you now?” Your apartment was a mess right now— that’s the last thing you wanted. 

“I think it would be best if,”

“Go with her.” Your father answered for you. Robert looked at you questioningly and you gave him a dry smile. 

“Sure. Come with me.”

After a short drive, you finally arrived in front of your apartment building. When he started unbuckling his seatbelt, you turned to him. 

“Maybe you could.. wait in the car?”

“I don’t want to sit in here for an hour while you get ready.” He scoffed and you rolled your eyes. 

“Fine. Suit yourself.” 

You led the way and when the front door opened his eyes widened in shock as he stepped inside. 

“Welcome to my depression house. This is how it looks when I’m depressed.” You said sarcastically, walking over to grab the empty bottles of alcohol from the coffee table and put them in the trash. 

“Should I be offended?” He asked, walking around the messy space. 

“Maybe just a little.” You said teasingly. He eyed the pictures of you and your friends—none with your family, he noticed— and the little trinkets you had on the bookshelf, then turned and looked at the rest of the room. 

“It’s… cuter than I thought it would be.” He finally turned to you and you raised your brows. 

“What, were you expecting an evil lair? Maybe a dungeon?” You asked, amused. 

“No, I just… didn’t think you’d have so many decorations, let alone colorful ones.” 

“Well I hope you’re good at adapting because you’ll be stuck with this for the next few years.” 

“We are not decorating like this.” He scoffed. 

“If you want to tell our fathers that you refuse to go through with this because you don’t want to live in a beautiful house, then go ahead.” 

“I think they’d understand.” He sneered and you narrowed your eyes at him. He’s not wrong though, your father used to hate how you decorated your room when you lived in his house. He hates the way you decorate your apartment even more though. 

“Ever heard of the phrase, ‘happy wife, happy life’? Because it’s true and I’ll enjoy making your life a living hell until you finally give in.” You smirked. 

“God— I forgot how much of a stubborn bitch you are when you’re not moping.” He spat and you gaped at him. 

“And I forgot how insufferable you can be when you’re not kissing your daddy’s ass!” 

“Maybe if you tried that every once in a while, your father wouldn’t treat you the way he does!” He seemed to immediately realize what he said, after he said it. You clenched your jaw and looked down, taking a deep breath. You were already emotional from the meeting, so it wasn’t surprising when your eyes started burning with tears. 

You wished he was right. But your father has always treated you the same no matter how you act, you learned that very early on. 

“I didn’t mean,” 

“Stop.” You said quietly. “I’m just going to go get ready.” You muttered, walking passed him and into your room, closing the door just a little too loudly. 

You were mostly just embarrassed now, rather than angry, and you wanted nothing more than to just stay locked in your room today. But you couldn’t. So you redid your makeup, put on a nice outfit with a matching purse, then walked back out. He suddenly stood up from the couch, as if you had caught him doing something he shouldn’t be doing. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have,”

“It’s fine. Next time though, you could at least make the insult true and a little more creative.” You didn’t look at him as you walked past him to grab your keys and open the door. You waited impatiently as he tentatively walked closer. 

“God, Fischer, could you move any slower?” You huffed, making him roll his eyes, but speed up. 

The car ride to the restaurant was awkward. Neither of you really knew what to say. You were just glad when his phone rang, it felt like it made the tension a little less thick in the small space. You listened to him talk, wondering what the conversation was about. Whoever was on the line was doing most of the talking because he responded with “yes” and “okay” and “I understand” and not much else. When he finally hung up and put his phone back in his pocket, he turned to you. 

“That was my father. He wanted to remind us to pretend like we actually want to be there.” You scoffed a laugh, rolling your eyes. 

“I’m surprised no one called me to tell me that.” 

“I’m guessing they figured I’d take it better and be more successful at convincing you to behave.” He said teasingly. 

“Oh, I can behave, Mr. Fischer. Contrary to popular belief I can be a good girl.” Your tone was overly seductive and you batted your eyelashes at him, smirking when his cheeks turned pink. 

“Don’t call me that.” It's almost comical the way he thinks he can sway the conversation in the direction he wants. 

“What should I call you then? Sir?” He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. 

“Robert is fine.” He said, voice strained. You barked out a laugh, making his cheeks go even redder as he clenched his jaw, not looking at you. 

“You’re too easy, Fischer.” 

Lunch went surprisingly well. You had a few small spats, but you both made sure to keep the smiles on your faces. Anyone who wasn’t in hearing distance would think you were having a pleasant conversation. 

You made the headlines less than 24 hours later. “Childhood Enemies Turned Lovers?” You almost scoffed at the cheesy line— that was seriously the best they could come up with? The pictures included were all carefully selected by a PR team so that people would believe the fake date was actually real. 

The following week, your father texted, ‘Sunday early afternoon.’ and nothing else. You figured it was another PR thing, but you texted Robert to be sure. He confirmed that it was indeed another planned ‘date’ and that he’d pick you up at 11, telling you to dress pretty, which made you scoff. You almost did the opposite, just to piss everyone off, but your father’s been off your back a little more than usual, so you decided to just do it. You wore a sundress and a cardigan, hoping it would be “cute” enough. When you got in the car, you frowned.  

“Why do I have to wear a dress but you can wear that?” That made him scoff. 

“I’m significantly more dressed up than you. Why are you complaining?” 

“Yeah but that’s different, you always wear that.” 

“I don’t know, okay? I didn’t decide.” You huffed and turned back to face the front of the car with your arms crossed over your chest. “You look good though.” He suddenly said, making your head snap back to him. His gaze was trained on the bare skin of your thighs for a moment before slowly trailing back up your body, lingering on your breasts that were pushed up because of your crossed arms. 

“You done yet?” You asked, making his eyes meet yours as his lips curled up into a small smirk. 

“No, not yet.” His gaze moved back to your body and you scoffed as your cheeks heated up. 

“Fine. Let me know when you’re finished objectifying me please.” You said with faux seriousness, even though part of you was enjoying the attention. 

You arrived at a cafe and he held the door open for you to walk inside, making you blush— and need to remind yourself that this wasn’t real. You both ordered your drinks and he paid. Once you were walking outside for a bit, drinks in hand, you couldn’t push down the curiosity anymore. 

“Where are we going?” 

“A walk.” 

“I hate walks.” You frowned, making him turn to you. 

“Okay? What am I supposed to do about that? Carry you?” You rolled your eyes at his tone. 

“You’re so sassy sometimes, has anyone ever told you that?” 

“Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?” You snorted a laugh at that, making him smile. You walked in comfortable silence for a while, then when his hand suddenly brushed yours, you flinched away from him. 

“What are you doing?” 

“They didn’t tell you because they figured you’d throw a fit about it— their words, not mine.” He added the last part when he saw your expression. 

“Don’t you think holding hands on the second date is a little soon?” He looked over at you with raised brows as he grabbed your hand. 

“You’ve been known to do more on less.” You could tell that he didn’t really believe it, he was just teasing you. 

“That’s only because those dates were the first ones where the paparazzi actually saw us.” You explained, feeling like you needed to defend your reputation to him. Which was weird cause you’ve never cared too much before. 

“That wasn’t denial.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes with a huff. 

“What, you think I fuck on the first date too?” 

“I didn’t say that.” He defended, making you scoff. “…But based on some of those videos.. I wouldn’t be surprised.” He added tentatively. 

“Don’t act like you haven’t been caught doing the same thing. The only reason people don’t call you a slut is because you're a man.” 

“Those were all PR stunts.” He said quietly, the teasing tone now slightly gone. “I don’t usually take girls out in public which caused a whole big speculation of me being gay and obviously my father couldn’t have that.” He chuckled dryly, making you frown. 

“Are you?” You hoped your tone showed that you weren’t making fun of him, but genuinely asking. 

“No.” He said defensively. “Are you?” It almost seemed like he was expecting this big ah ha moment, the way he asked that. 

“I don’t know. I’ve never dated a woman— also because of my father. I’ve hooked up with a few, but I never let myself focus on my feelings for them too hard because if I am, then that’s a whole big secret I have to keep and I just really don’t want to worry about that.” Saying it out loud like that made you sound so fucking gay— “And it’s not that I don’t like men!” You added quickly. “I just,”

“I understand.” You both walked in silence for a few more minutes, then let out simultaneous sighs when you saw the first camera. Even though this was staged, you still don’t exactly have fond memories with paparazzi, so it was pretty uncomfortable to say the least. 

“Just think,” He murmured against your ear, making you shiver, “after a few pictures, we’re done and you can go back to your depression house with your weird decorations and not have to put up with me for a while.” You couldn’t suppress the laugh from his words and you tried to ignore the way the clicking of the cameras got more intense. 

“I actually cleaned. So it’s not a depression house anymore. And they’re not weird, they’re cute and fun.” He pulled back to look at you, the signature ‘son of a millionaire’ smirk on his face. 

“Sure they are, sweetheart.” Despite the mocking tone, your entire face turned red from the pet name. 

The photos were released later that night, the main ones being you laughing and smiling as he whispered something in your ear. God— you looked so pathetically love sick, it’s disgusting. 

Part 2

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“Yeah.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: eddie calls reader a b*tch

warnings: language, angst, tears.

a/n: i know these past fics have been short, i’m sorry, but i’m still trying my hand at getting back into this! they’ll get longer, i promise! feedback is appreciate!! :)

Eddie was not in a good mood. You knew this the moment you saw him through the window of his van when he came to pick you up for school. He ranted all morning about how he needed money for new tires, money he didn’t have. Work was cutting him hours and he couldn’t afford it. He was tired of not having money, tired of not getting what he wanted. He was having a damn bad day.

And of course, you listened graciously, but after four hours of watching him sulk in class and be a dick to his friends, it was starting to take it’s toll. He was pouting and you understood why. He came from a poor family and he wouldn’t let you help out financially in anyway whatsoever, no matter how hard you begged. You didn’t want to seem rude and make his bad day seem unappreciated or invalid, but he was treating his friends, and you, poorly to a degree. Not so much you.

Lunch was almost unbearable. Everyone walked on eggshells. Eddie was one of the most dramatic people on the face of the earth and everyone had to suffer for it. Hours past and he’d taken you home from school. Your plan was to go over to his house for a movie night, hoping that a few hours apart would help him settle down and cool off. It done no good. He was absolutely enraged when you got there. The hood of his van was up, smoke flying overhead and his dark curls pulled up away from his face. You didn’t even really know what was wrong with it. It didn’t make sense when he told you. Cars were his detail.

Dinner was no change. You sat and listened to him complain about how none of the guy’s were apparently taking the new campaign seriously. He had a hole in his last pair of good jeans. You felt guilty being annoyed by this, but he hadn’t once asked you how your day was or even kissed you! You were going to loose your mind. Without thinking, you snapped.

“Oh, my god!” You wailed, throwing your silverware down. “Jesus, christ, Eddie, take a breath!”

His eyes were round and wide. “Pardon me?”

You took a breath yourself, forcing yourself to not snap and say something you’d regret. You placed your elbows on the table and rubbed your face. “Baby, I’m sorry you’re having such a bad day, but holy shit you’ve not stopped talking for one second!” You really did have a pounding headache. “You’ve been talking about money all day! Can’t we just have a change of topic, please.”

He looked taken back. Shocked. “Oh, I see. It’s all gotta be bout you, right? Fucking forgive me for having a bad day!” He threw down his fist, clinking the dinnerware together.

“That’s not what I’m saying, Eddie.” You sighed tiredly. “I’m saying that you’ve not acknowledged me at all today. You’ve not kissed me or asked how my day was. I’m sorry you’re stressed out about money, but you’ve been taking it out one everyone, Eddie. You need to calm down.”

His eyes narrowed into slits. “Calm down? Well, last time I checked you were living in a grand castle on daddy’s money, right? You have no idea the kind of shit Wayne and I have to got through to make ends meet, y/n.” He stood abruptly and yanked open the fridge for a beer.

“Hey,” You raised your voice. “I’m not trying to belittle you, Eddie. All I’m saying is that you don’t need to take your frustration out on everyone, out on me. I’m sorry I snapped at you, okay-”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” He took a long swig after he threw the tab in the sink. “You’re my girlfriend! You’re supposed to be supportive and shit. Only thing you’re being is a bitch.” He sneered like a snake, pointing at you like you were his worst enemy.

Your face dropped at the curse, and as stupid as it felt, your heart sank. Eddie had never said anything like that to you before. Your face burned red and the room got eerily quiet. You felt your eyes immediately blur with tears of embarrassment and humiliation. You had tried to help him, offer solutions. You tried to lend a hand, offer him money and look for jobs in the newspaper at lunch. He acknowledged none of this.

You bit your lip to keep from crying, a lump building in your throat that made you feel sick. You had your head turned to the wall so he wouldn’t see you, but you couldn’t keep it in. You let out a quiet sob, tears falling down your face as you looked down. Your face was red hot, and you brought up your hand to your chest. “I’m sorry, Eddie,” You cried. “I’ve been t-trying to help, I-” Your voice broke and you couldn’t speak as tears escaped, your face twisting into tears. You sat there and cried for a few minutes before you felt the seat dip next to you.

“Hey,” His voice cooed softly, turning your shoulder to pull you toward him. You allowed him to, and you looked eyes briefly before climbing into his lap, wrapping your legs around his torso, your feet dangling off the bench. Your arms were tight around his neck, your face buried in his shirt where you sniffled. He smelled of cologne and dirt.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, voice low and sad. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He rubbed your back up and down, kissing the side of your head when you let out a whimper.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day.” You said tearfully, holding him like a teddy bear. “I wish you didn’t have to worry about money.”

You felt him sigh heavily. “It’s okay. I got the most important thing in the world right here with me.” He pulled you away so he could look up at you. His eyes were brown and full, his lips pulled into a frown at your tear stricken face. He took his thumbs and wiped them. “I’m sorry I called you that. You know I didn’t mean it, right? You know I didn’t.”

You nodded slowly, wiping your nose with your hand. “Yeah.” You creaked.

He tapped your chin. “Yeah.” Then your nose and to wipe away another tear. He leaned up to plant a tiny kiss on your lips, then one on the corner of your mouth. You leaned down to kiss back, deepening it with your tongue and a hand locking in his curls. Your noses pressed together like puzzle pieces. Perfectly fit.

[lilg05]

Please me

Pov: paige helps you destress after a long day of assignments.

Warnings: Fingering swearing idk

“Fuck.” you grown as you finish up your last assignment for psychology.

“What’s wrong ma.” paige asks as she walks up to you wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

“I can’t finish this psychology essay i don’t know what to fucking write my minds all over the place.” you say sighing in defeat.

“When is it due?” paige ask softly while rubbing your shoulders.

“Next weekend.” you mumble.

“The why don’t you come lay down with me and you can finish it tomorrow?” she asks with uncertainty.

“Okay,” you agree “but only because im tired.”

As you close your laptop paige grabs your hand and pulls you towards your room. Shutting the door softly paige looks at you with a subtle smirk before she grabs your next and starts to kiss you. The kiss starts out slow and patient, until you decide you want more and start to pick up the pace. Paige leads you to the bed placing you on her lap. A sigh of relief passes through your lips as paige starts kissing down your neck.

“Fuck Paige.” you whine out softly.

“That feel good ma?” you reply by nodding fast as your hips start to slowly grind on Paige the need for her becoming more apparent in your underwear.

“Please Paigey” you grunt “need you so badly.”

“Yeah baby what is it you want” she kisses your chest “need to know baby only way i can help you.”

“your mouth P fuck i need you so bad.” you let out an exaggerated moan.

Paige brings her two fingers up to your mouth “Suck slut.” Paige demands.

Paige watches as you start to slowly take her fingers into your mouth as you stare at her with intense eye contact.

“Such a good girl, making sure my fingers are nice and wet.” you let out a needy whine as a response.

You let her fingers out of her mouth with a pop “please paigey need you.”

“What is that you need baby” i stare into her eyes “need my fingers my mouth come on ma you gotta talk to me.”

“need your fingers” you beg “need them so bad please fuck me please.”

Paige trails her hands down your toned torso and hover over your wet cunt. After a few seconds she starts to play with your clit earning a few moans and curses out of you.

“Fuck your soaking ma” she laughs “all this for me?”

You nod your head eagerly and start to grind yourself against her fingers. Paige’s breathing starts to pick up as she watches you fuck yourself with her fingers. Paige takes this as her opportunity to plunge her fingers into your pussy.

“Fuck yes paige just like that” you gasp “oh shit please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” she says while snaking her other arm up to your neck knowing that turns you on even more. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she squeezes your pressure point softly.

“Fuck p i’m close.” you moan out.

“Yeah baby you gonna cum all over my fingers?” she asks curling her fingers into your g spot.

“Oh shit! Fuck fuck fuck i’m cumming paige fuck!” you moan out almost pornographicly.

“That’s it cum on mommy’s fingers.”

“Fuck.” you gasp as she curls her fingers once again.

Paige pulls her fingers out of you and cleans them off. “Did so good for me baby let me go get a rag and get you all cleaned up okay?”

You nod exhausted from the work out you just had. You watch as paige comes back from the bathroom with a wet rag and cleans up your sensitive pussy. Once she’s done she gets into bed with you pulling the covers up to her chest. You snuggle into her chest and kiss it softly.

“Thank you baby i’m sorry I couldn’t do anything to help you.”

She looks down at you “Hey don’t ever feel obligated to make me cum too okay I chose to do this for you my love.”

“I love you paigey.”

“I love you too, ma.” paige reply’s softly while snuggling into your warm embrace.

Hey chat this is my first story please don’t hate🤪🤪 Please send requests cause i definitely need inspo!!

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Where are you from?? What....what are you??? ....God?

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Nah turns out she's my best friend though.

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Hey apparently I need to update people on my boundaries. So. Here is a list of what's okay:

Hugging

Kissing me

Kissing me directly on the lips

👀

Parasocial relationships where you praise me constantly <3

And this is NOT okay

Hunting me for my blood to revive the prince of darkness

Ignoring me

Thank you, that's really all, I'm kinda sad that this has to be said but clarity is wisdom and all.

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[autumnmobile12]

I’m hoping that as Nocturne continues, that there might be some eventual parallels between Alucard and Richter.

I’ve mentioned in another post I don’t really like Richter.  I’m not going to reiterate the entire thing, but the long and short of it is I found his character unnecessarily mean-spirited.  Some of his dialogue really rubbed me the wrong way and I didn’t find his lines all that funny.  But it’s this specific line to Tera that sealed the deal with me disliking him.

“And you just happened to stumble upon it one day while you were out picking flowers?”

Um, what the fuck?  She raised you, gave you a safe place to grow up, has been a surrogate mother to you, and has shown you nothing but kindness and support, and you’re going to talk to her like that?  What an asshole.

And this is the difference between Richter and Trevor’s characters.  Trevor is an asshole, but did he ever talk to Sypha or her grandfather this way?  No.  Did he talk to Alucard this way?  Well…yeah, but also observe Alucard also woke up snarky and began insulting him from minute one, so we can argue they are delightfully matching each other’s energy with a vengeance.

But I’m not gonna lie…for the first two seasons, I also didn’t like Alucard’s character all that much and for the same reasons.  I’m a little biased as I generally don't like protagonists who are just mean for no reason.  We all know someone like that in real life, whether they’re a relative or a co-worker or a boss, so why deal with it in fiction?  Okay yeah, I get that it’s often part of a character arc and symbolism for growth and finding maturity.  I understand why storylines like this are necessary, but I’m still gonna hate the little shits for the duration they’re assholes.

So Alucard…the way he treats Trevor in the first two seasons is also pretty crappy behavior.

“I imagine one sacrifices a chicken, and divines the location of the book you want from the intestines. Maybe Belmont has a crystal ball in here you could ask. ….  Your ancestors were apparently mentally ill hoarders.  I fully expect to find family cats mummified under some of these shelves.  Unless your family preferred to eat them.”

You’re gonna talk to your comrade like that…in his own home…where his entire family was brutally slaughtered by a mob....possibly right in front of him?  Yeah, real charming, Alucard.  And this is the tone for his character in the beginning.  There is the point where Sypha calls him out and tells him to stop testing Trevor, but I think there’s another element at play.  “…and he’s a drunk and he’s self-destructive and anyone trying to hold on to him may as well be dragged down with him.”  He isn’t just testing him, he’s judging him and he’s already decided he’s a useless drunk who got lucky and happened to win a few fights.

All right, now that I’ve dragged him through the mud, I’m going to pull back and assess the wider perspective of Alucard’s full character arc.  Alucard’s growth follows the line of the spoiled brat who experienced hardship and had to grow up because of it.  I think Alucard lived a very sheltered life before his mother died, and his actions and dialogue in the Belmont Hold are the strongest indicator to this.  We clearly see he’s disgusted by the trophies and the history of murder against the vampires, and he is not shy about voicing his contempt towards the family’s entire purpose.  He’s right, though.  With the presence of the infant skull in the display case, we do get the very subtle nod that the Belmonts, for all their claims of virtue and protecting humanity, have also committed atrocities.  He does have a right to his anger against Trevor and his family.

But what’s absent from Alucard’s character here is the fact he doesn’t seem to consider the atrocities the vampires have committed against his mother’s people.  To the vampires, humans are food, livestock, and a lesser species.  Godbrand brutally murders several humans in his flashback with no clear intent on actually eating them, so he kills for sport.  Cho torments the humans in her court by amusing herself with duels to the death that only she can win.  Not a humane way to treat the vampire equivalent of livestock.  And exactly how long does Erzsebet Báthory keep those girls chained up while she drains them of blood?

Why does Alucard condone what the vampires do to humans and at the same time condemns the Belmonts for hunting the vampires?

The answer:  I don’t think he did because I don’t think he was fully aware of these scenarios.  Think about it, he had no knowledge of Dracula’s Generals and the only thing he talked about regarding his father was the tragedy of his madness and how killing him would be destroying centuries of knowledge.  I think Dracula wanted him to have a peaceful life and fed him the more rosy-colored version of their history.  Maybe he intended to tell him one day, and that day kept being put off by the sentiment,  “He’s a boy.  Let him continue to be a boy.”

Alucard lives his peaceful childhood until it comes to a screeching halt when Lisa is killed, so I honestly think there is an innocence behind his upbringing that gave him a very clear bias against the Belmonts that was completely justified in some elements and not so much in others.  There’s also the point that he keeps referencing Trevor as a drunk, which is very much condescension.  It’s not until Season 3, after he’s experienced his traumas and has fallen into his own slump of grief that his attitude towards Trevor changes.   There’s still ribbing between the pair, but it’s not the same cutting remarks that we saw back in Season 2.  Alucard walked a mile in Trevor’s shoes, and that mile was bitter.

...

So where I stand with Nocturne:  Richter has started off in a way similar to Alucard.  He lost his mother at a young age, but aside from that, he grew up safe and loved in a stable home, has a good relationship with Tera and Maria, and has otherwise led a relatively peaceful life. Even in the midst of the French Revolution, they don't seem like suffering peasants.  Like Alucard before his world truly went to hell, Richter also didn’t have a full concept of what real hardship looks like.  This is apparent when he’s all confidence and bravado, going around and yelling he’s the ‘last of the Belmonts’ and he ‘kills vampires’ and “Who’s next?”  And then Olrox shows up and he cows him right back into the scared, little boy he’s pretending he’s not.

And so not only is there a parallel between Richter and Alucard, but there is also a big one between Trevor and Annette.  Both of them have suffered through their own individual hardships, both losing their loved ones in some of the most brutal ways imaginable, but those same hardships gave them their pride and their poignant maturity and cynicism in how they see the world.  Granted, the difference between Trevor and Annette is she never lost her purpose or her will to fight despite having been dealt the worse lot of having been born a slave, but still…Trevor never ran away from his nightmares like Richter did.  Even though Annette and Trevor have their moments when they are scared, both of them stood up and said,  “Fuck it, I have a bastard to kill and if I die killing them, so be it.”  They don’t give an absolute damn.  They took their pain and they wore it like armor.

“Killing you was the point.  Living was a luxury.”

“If I let my past terrify me, I’d never be free of it.”

…

Compared to them, Richter is a spoiled brat who has yet to grow up.

And I think Alucard’s going to be right there with him saying,  “Don’t worry.  I was like you once and we’ll get there together.”

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 19 -> CH 20

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Y/n hadn't seen Jack in a few days. She worried that something was wrong or maybe he was having a bad go of it since talking about his childhood so she didn't want to pry but after four days of not even seeing him smoking from the window, she worried something might have happened to him.

She knocked a few times before trying the doorknob and it was unlocked. She pushed the door open and called out to him.

"Jack? You really have to stop leaving your door unlocked. Someone much creepier than me could come in and kill you." Y/n walked into the kitchen and saw that it looked untouched. She could hear the sound of the TV faintly up the steps and started to walk up them.

"Jack? If you're naked or choking on your vomit I will be equally upset with you." Y/n pushed the first door open and the room was empty. She followed the sound of the TV and saw Jack sitting on the floor with his head in his hands, crying softly.

"Jack? Hey are you okay?" Y/m slid to the floor instantly looking him over for any kind of injury. She put her hand on the back of his head, giving his neck a light squeeze.

"Talk to me, what's going on babe?" Y/n's softness made Jack look up and she wiped the tears from his face.

"I'm...I was just watching old home movies." Jack pointed to the tv and Y/n turned on her knee to look at the screen. Y/n assumed Jack was upset with watching his parents but once she saw a second baby, she became confused.

"I had a brother, a twin brother. His name was Andy." Jack sniffled as Y/n spun her body to sit next to him and watch the home video, looping her arm through his elbow to keep a hold on him.

"There was two of you? How could the world possibly be ready for all that cuteness?" Y/n joked lightly. Jack let out a sad chuckle.

"Not for long. My...my dad killed him." Y/n felt her back tense. She looked at Jack carefully to see if he was fucking with her but he just looked devastated.

"It's all my fault." He sobbed. Y/n pulled him towards her and stroked his hair.

"Jack no! That's impossible. There's no way-"

"It is. I honestly don't know what makes me feel worse: that he killed my brother or that he thought he was killing me." Jack explained. Y/n had no idea what to say to make this better for him. She didn't know what to do other than hold him while he cried.

"I cried a lot as a baby. It was driving my parents crazy apparently and one night my dad thought the best thing to do in order to stop the noise was to drown me. Only he didn't pick me up, he picked up Andy and drowned him. Andy was my mom's favorite. I thought I was my dad's but I don't even know if that's true anymore because if he really loved me, killing me wouldn't have been an option." Jack ranted wiping snot and tears from his face as Y/n kept one of her hands tangled in his hair and the other sitting on his elbow to comfort him.

"I've questioned every single thing about my relationship with my dad since I found these stupid tapes. I thought he was my best friend. I thought he loved me more than life because I was his son and he was proud of me. How do I know that it wasn't guilt? How do I know that all the things he said to me or did for me wasn't just something to ease his shame?" Jack looked at Y/n almost like she might have the answers.

"When I was in the middle of my mania last year, after my parents died, I hallucinated my mom was still here. That she was with me when I found all this shit out and I wanted to blame her so badly. We were never close and now I know why. I thought it was her saying what I was thinking but I was wrong. It should have been me. I should have been the one to drown, not Andy." Y/n slid her body between Jack's knees and gripped his face.

"Stop okay? Don't say shit like that. You are a good person Jack. No one is perfect and babies drive people crazy all the time. Colicky babies aren't destined to be murdered just because you can't get them to stop crying. You didn't deserve to die and neither did Andy." Jack held her gaze and she continued to comfort him firmly.

"Actions have consequences and you can't blame yourself for the sins your father committed. You also can't question his motives to be a better father after commtting such a heinous act. If he was good to you, supported you and loved you while he was here, that's a lot more than some could ask for but you are not his flaws." Y/n brought her hands away from his face and took his hands into her own.

"We're programmed to love our parents despite their shortcomings. It's a hard pill to swallow but you are here and you've survived a lot to get here. Use that pain to make yourself stronger, don't let it break you down." Y/n felt Jack squeeze her hands and bring them to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.

"Why do you even bother to put up with my broken mess of a life?" Jack asked curiously and Y/n kissed his forehead.

"We're all a little broken. The fun part is finding people who help you put your pieces back together in a way you can live with." Y/n smiled.

"Would- would you possibly consider going out with me sometime? I mean when you aren't working or taking care of your mom?" Jack asked suddenly.

"I want to say yes...badly." Y/n could feel Jack pulling away.

"I get it-" She cut him off.

"No no you don't. I just want you to sleep on it. I don't want you to ask me out because we're forming trauma bonds." She laughed.

"I like you Jack. I really do and I would love to go out with you, I just want you to want to ask me out for the right reasons." Y/n explained herself and Jack nodded his head.

"I guess that's not really a rejection then." Jack finally smiled and Y/n felt the tension leave the room.

"Not at all. Just ask me out when you're having a good day." Y/n confirmed.

"You mean not when I'm a sobbing mess on the floor or puking on you? Are those not the hallmarks for a beautiful relationship?" Jack teased as Y/n helped him off the floor.

"Not one that I want to be apart of but I'm guessing the sex would be insanity." Y/n teased right back making Jack laugh.

"That I have no doubts about." Jack didn't release Y/n's hand as he was now on his feet.

"Thank you for coming by and checking on me...and just being a really good person." Jack squeezed her hands in his own and she nodded her head at him.

"What are friends for if not to drag you off the floor and remind you that you aren't your parents? Seriously, are you going to be okay if I head to work? I don't want you to sit here and sulk while I'm gone." Y/n pressed still holding hands with Jack like it was something they had done a million times.

"Actually, I was going to ask if you had a number or a card for those support meetings? I was thinking of possibly checking one of those out." Y/n's eyebrows went up.

"Of course, I'll text you the number. I think you might find some real comfort in just being around people who can relate to some of those lingering thoughts." Y/n pulled out her phone and texted Jack the address and number for the group therapy. He reached for his phone and checked the text.

"Thank you." Jack smiled. Y/n pointed at him.

"Eat something, call me or text if things get hectic again." Y/n pressed and Jack followed her down the steps to the front door.

"I will, I will. Go to work, save some lives and whatnot." Jack waved his hand and Y/n scrunched her face. She hated leaving knowing he was still in a sensitive space. He must have known that because by the time she pulled into work, she got a text with a photo of Jack eating takeout with the caption:

"Feeding my delusions so I can ask out my hot neighbor." Y/n laughed and quickly wrote back:

"I hear she gives great head." Y/n bit her lip and saw Jack typing.

"Oh wow, do you think Sharon's husband is a cuck?" Jack's text made Y/n laugh outloud.

"I don't know but you've got long hair, he might just consider it a spicy threesome." Y/n tucked her phone back into her pocket and walked into work with a smile. She hoped Jack was in a better spot then what she left him.

[lesbian-dp]

Yes, Professor

Kinktober 2022

Day Four

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,068

Warnings:  Professor, spanking, slight age gap, professor/student relationship (duh), slightly older reader, strap on, begging

Request: Nope.

Summary:  Yourself and your red-headed student share an "extra credit" session in your office

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"Does anybody have any questions?"

A large blonde man rose his arm into the air, along with a few of his peers.

"Yes, Mr-" You glanced down at the paper which held the names of all your students. "-Odinson."

"Are you old enough to be teaching here?"

You gave a soft chuckle at his clueless question.

"I get that. I graduated early from university myself. Just transferred here, been teaching for five years," you gave the same answer you had in your past two classes, "Now. Does anybody have any questions about the lesson?"

A few hands rose back into the air.

"Miss... Romanoff?"

The red-head blinked slowly, lowering her arm back down, as she threw an almost invisible smile at you.

"Do you have any options for extra credit?"

"Stay behind after class, and we'll talk about it privately."

"Yes, professor."

That was how it all started.

Five months later, and your student would still hang back after every one of your lessons for her "extra credit" sessions.

And also do whatever she had to, to rile you up. Which was normally to question you in the middle of your lessons.

"Are you sure that's right, professor?"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff, I am more than positive."

"Okay." The red-head smirked at you, loving how much she was teasing you at the moment.

"Anyway, as I was saying-"

The shrill bell interrupted you, making you suck your lips in agitation, forcing a tight smile.

"-Or apparently, I wasn't. We'll pick up next lesson."

Once the room was emptied of all other students, Natasha made her way down to where you were cleaning up your desk, with your back turned to her.

You sighed, dropping your head as soon as you felt the red-head's hands on your back, rubbing along your clothed skin before passing across your ribs. Chest hovering against your back. You were still mid-sigh as you turned to face the woman who was, very obviously, checking you out. Her hands now upon your midriff, caressing you through your shirt, as she slowly blinked up at you.

"Do you really have to do that in front of the whole class?"

"Do what?" Natasha asked, faux cluelessly.

"Oh, you're really acting like you don't know?"

She shook her head steadily, "I don't know?"

Na"Oh, okay. So, how about you trying to say that I'm wrong in front of the whole class when you know that I'm right. Or, how about the fact that you're wearing a skirt this short, and every time you were in my line of vision, you would do something that makes you have to open your legs, only for me to see how fucking wet your bare pussy is?"

Natasha hummed, smirking as she looked you up and down, before replying with her seductive husky voice, "Which are you more pissed about?"

You gripped her hips, tugging her into your body until her arms wrapped around you and fingers curled into your shirt.

"What do you think?"

"I think you want to fuck me on your desk."

"I think you're projecting."

"Oh, I'm not." She shook her head, leaning closer to your face, to whisper, "I just don't think you have the ability."

"What? To fuck you?" you chuckled, "I think we both know that I can, with our past "extra credit" sessions."

"You gave me orgasms. You didn't fuck me. You can't fuck me. You can't make my brain stop functioning, just with your dick. You don't have the skill."

"Okay," you muttered in slight humour.

Looking away from the red-head, you raised your hand and moved to grip her soft hair, taking a thick bunch and pulling her head back.

"You wanna say that shit to me again? Or are ya' gonna be a good girl?"

"I'll be good if you prove me wrong."

You let go of her hair, allowing Natasha to straighten up, the red-head looking at you with slight anxiety at your calm demeanour. Worried that she may have actually angered you.

"I have another class to teach. Go to my office, strip, bend over my desk, and wait for me," you told her, tone leaving no room for argument.

Natasha's eyes lit up with excitement, small grin taking up place on her face. A static energy coming from her.

"What are you waiting for? Get going." You punctuated your point by giving her a swift slap to her plump ass.

She smirked over her shoulder at you as she walked to exit the room, just as your next class was beginning to pour through the doors.

You were gonna have so much fun once this lesson was over.

You couldn't wait.

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Natasha had been waiting for over an hour, undressed and bent over your desk, scattered with leatherbound books and papers.

And you?

You were purposefully taking your sweet-ass time.

Meandering down the halls, past other professors and the random students, as you pulled the tie around your neck loose. Mind filled with the beautiful red-head awaiting you in your office, and if you would have to punish her or not, if she complied with your demands.

To your surprise. She did.

Well... mostly.

At the sound of your heavy wooden door opening and closing, Natasha turned her head to find you watching her with a smirk, leaning your shoulder against the door.

"Looks like you do know how to follow directions. Although I did mean for you to be naked and not in your underwear. But I'm fair and accepting, so I'll let you off... this time." Her eyes followed you as you came further into the room.

Fully removing your tie, you flung it somewhere across the room, shrugging off the jacket you wore, dropping it onto where Natasha had left her clothes upon the leather sofa within your office, neatly folded.

"Well, how was I supposed to know that?" she sassed back.

She was right.

But you weren't about to let her know that.

You had a smile across your face as you passed behind her, tips of your fingers grazing across the waistband of her black panties. Her ass practically hung out of the lace material, which was perfect for you. The underwear gave you the perfect vantage point to smack at her bare skin without having to move anything about her "outfit".

Natasha jolted with a yelp at the sudden spank. Fingers flexed against the mahogany wood of your desk, glancing over her shoulder to see you undoing the first few buttons of your shirt as you rubbed at the offending area of the red-head's plump backside.

"You wanna keep talking back to me, or are you gonna be good for me, baby?"

The soft skin of her ass rubbed against the palm of your hand as she wiggled it teasingly at you.

"Or what?"

A deep hum sounded through your throat, slightly humoured and angered, while you leaned over her back to husk into her hair.

"My patience is wearing thin with you, Natasha. This is your last chance. Apologise and tell me that you'll be a good girl."

It only took two words for that thin thread of patience you once had to snap into nothingness.

"Make me."

Raising up to your full height with a hum. Rubbing your hands into her soft flesh, referencing the calm before the storm. Before scattered smacks were brought down her backside, sending the red-head into a tailspin of the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure that only you could bring.

She was whimpering before you were done, plump bottom a rosy pink, soon to deepen into reds, blues, and purples. Natasha was more than fine with the knowledge that she would have a hard time sitting for the next week. You could even say she was happy. She had always loved remembering your shared time together, even when you weren't around her.

"Are you ready to be good now, or do I gotta keep going?"

Natasha whined into the wood, twisting with her built-up arousal.

Passing your hands around her hips so that you gripped her upper thighs, using your position to hastily pull her into you whilst also jutting your hips into her ass. Or rather, what you had hidden under your smart pants, causing the red-head to moan out loudly.

"Answer me, baby." A roll into her wet core. "Or you won't get my special treat."

That got her.

Natasha's head popped up at that begged words flowing from her plump lips.

"Please. Please, Y/N. I swear I'll be good. I want you to make me feel good."

You pressed a firm kiss into the middle of her shoulder blades, easing down her black lace panties, causing the girl to hiss when the flower-patterned material passed over her red-raw skin. Making you take note to rub some aloe into her ass once your "study session" was over.

"I'm sorry, honey," you muttered into her ear, "But I'll make you feel better so soon." A pattern of soft kisses around her ear. "So, so, soon."

"Please."

Softly tapping the side of her thigh, you spoke, "Take your bra off for me."

Doing as told, the girl rose up, swiftly unclipping her bra and throwing the thing off to join your discarded tie.

Your eyes trailed down her chest, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips at the sight of her round breasts, pink nipples pert and hard. With a mysterious glint in your eye, you leaned down to blow sharp, cold air against the sensitive skin. Instantly watching the red-head's reacting. Watching as she jumped and shivered, rolling her shoulders at the pleasurable action.

"I love how you're so responsive," you smiled, moving her back against the desk. Red backside connecting with the wood, making Natasha jump at the sudden pain. However, you were quick to push her to lay upon the surface once more, this time upon her back, her ass hanging from the table, as not to cause her more pain.

Her legs spread, allowing you to slot yourself in between them, fingertips grazing her soft thighs. Chest panting up at you, core wet and waiting.

"You ready, baby?" you asked as she pushed herself up on her elbows.

Natasha's red hair bounced as she nodded vigorously, hips rolling as your hands travelled to unbuckle your belt, just wanting you to hurry up and fuck her already.

"You still think that I can't fuck you?"

Her eyebrow ticked, "I'm still waiting for you to prove it."

Your face turned hard at that, hands gripping the red-head's thighs, spreading them further apart, and burying your strap deep within her in one fluid, well-practised motion.

The moan that tore from Natasha was loud and sudden. Her head thrown back, showing her tight neck. Falling back from where she held herself up on her forearms, as her back arched in pleasure.

You took that as your opportune moment, taking her waist between your hands, pulling her further onto your strap, holding her as you began your deep thrusts.

Cries continued to fill the book-lined room, along with the sound of skin slapping skin and Natasha's wet centre.

With an intense effort, she managed to manoeuvre herself up, wrapping an arm around your neck, her free hand pushed against your chest, making you fall back into your leather office chair.

Your mouth dropped open as you watched the red-head begin to ride you with vigour. Scattering a few more smacks against her reddened ass, eyes intent on the way her wet cunt sucked the faux cock deep inside her.

Natasha's blissful pants turned into high-pitched cries, hips moving randomly, grinding against you now, as you held her hips. Knowing she was close, you started lifting her up on your strap, canting your hips up as you did.

Soon after, she flooded around you, her wetness trailing down your thighs and onto your chair below.

She flopped against your body once her orgasm subsided. Arms around your shoulders, face pressed into your neck, as she tried to regain her breath.

In soft strokes, your hands ran up and down her back, soothing Natasha, as she still twitched randomly with aftershocks.

With a soft kiss to her temple, you muttered, 

"How's that for fucking you?"

You felt her smirk before she spoke, "I did most of the work."

She was so in for it now.

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[thatfreshi]

"You Better Tell Me" (Uni AU P. 5)

You get invited to the rooftop for a smoke sesh with Shadowheart and Gale

tw - weed (reader does not partake), athletic injuries, hints at grooming

@justporo

Soon after, the group fizzles out, starting with Shadowheart saying she doesn't want to be late to church. You weren't really expecting the whole religious thing with her, but hey, if it floats her boat. Gale says he has to meet with Mystra about his thesis project, and Lae'zel heads back to the room, leaving you free to do whatever you want.

So, you spend the day walking around looking for your classes, getting used to campus, finding the cozy places to study. The library is extravagant, filled with books from the past century, with a full online database. You even stop by the pool, which is full of swim team athletes preparing for the upcoming season.

After walking around all day, you come back to the dorm room, exhausted. Shadowheart however, is leaving.

"Oh, Tav! You should come with me! Gale and I are having our weekly smoke sesh. You don't have to smoke, but we like to chill out and talk about all the shit we've heard recently."

Without even really thinking about it, you put down your bags from the bookstore and follow her out the door.

"I thought we couldn't smoke on campus?"

She smirks, leading you to the staircase.

"Well, that's the nice part of being best friends with one of the RAs, their master keys work on the roof door."

As if on cue, Gale shows up behind the two of you.

"Good evening."

Fumbling with his key ring, he opens the door for the two of you to get onto the roof. It's a little chilly this high up. The lights of the city are apparent over the edge of the roof.

"You got Tav to join us?"

"I guess so. We're just cool Gale, we have to accept it."

The two laugh as Shadowheart takes a small plastic baggie out of her tote bag. Like clockwork, the two get to work rolling.

"You want one?"

You shake your head at him.

"No thanks. Honestly just hear to listen to all the gossip."

"See, I knew I liked you."

Shadowheart smiles, taking out her lighter.

"So, what do you want to know?"

You're all sitting on top of one of those electrical boxes, one that clearly isn't in use anymore. You hesitate, knowing you probably will get weird looks for your question.

"Lae'zel... what happened to her leg?"

Gale sighs, and Shadow goes to pull up a video somewhere in her camera roll. The two don't speak, instead showing you a video of a track meet from the previous year. You watch as Lae steps the wrong way, taking a nasty fall, the video picks up the scream she lets out on the track. Gale is the first to speak up.

"She fucked up her entire leg. Started as a sprained ankle, but she tried to keep going. Ended up tearing up her hamstring, and eventually tore the connection between her leg and her foot. Couldn't walk for months."

"Lae'zel doesn't like to talk about it though. She was supposed to be in the Olympics next year, but no amount of physical therapy has worked. As much as she pisses me off, I feel bad talking about it sometimes. Her whole family is full of famous athletes, and now she can't even play her sport anymore."

You weren't expecting the conversation to get so sad so fast, but it is tragic. The idea that you spend your whole life working towards something, and you can lose it all so fast.

"That fucking sucks."

Almost immediately changing the mood, Shadowheart lets out a gasp.

"Wait. Okay before I show you all this: Gale, Tav and Astarion fucked."

His eyes immediately fill with shock.

"I'm sorry. You, and that man, had sex? When?!"

"Ugh, last night. It was stupid and complicated, and then this morning I screamed at him."

"Yeah, and then he left crying. I don't think I've ever seen him cry."

The guilt bubbles back up again, unsure if you did the right thing. Before you can ask the group why they all hate him so much, Shadowheart shows you a paparazzi picture.

"Apparently this was taken earlier today. Looks like somebody's mad at Daddy, boohoo."

You almost ignore her mocking tone. It's Astarion and Szarr in the photos, having what looks like an intense argument at an outdoor shoot.

"You think he'd figure out how to stop complaining by now."

Gale takes another puff, coughing a little.

"Why are you guys so mean to him?"

Shadow almost doesn't know how to answer you.

"I mean, you've met him. He's just some rich kid piece of shit Tav."

"You should've seen him, at the party."

Gale perks up.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, the whole thing just makes me feel sick. Like something isn't right, but I don't know what. I met one of the other models, Aurelia, and she was being super cryptic and scary."

The two are fully staring at you now.

"And I met Szarr. He's a full-on creep, gave me this weird kiss on the hand. It was gross, but Astarion? He was like tense. I don't know, it just felt wrong."

"Yeah, but Astarion's been modeling for like six years now. I'm sure he knows the industry well enough to avoid people if they're truly bad people."

It's clear Shadow has made up her mind, but you're still not so sure. Before you can say anything else, she's trying to look at Gale's phone.

"Who are you blushing at?! Is there some lover I don't know about?"

He snatches his phone from her.

"Okay, I'll tell you if you stop trying to take my shit. I may or may not be seeing someone, as of today. BUT, she wants to keep it private for now, so no you can know!"

"Come on, please! I'm your best friend."

"As soon as I can, I'll tell you. But for now, please respect her privacy."

Shadow dramatically rolls her eyes, taking another hit.

"Fine, but as soon as I can know, you better tell me!"

The three of you talk about some other random stuff for the next hour or so. Within that hour, the photos of Astarion and Szarr are wiped from the internet, much to Shadowheart's disappointment. You tune out for a lot of the conversation, thinking about just how much shit you've already gotten yourself into. Although, you'll most definitely be back for next week's smoke sesh. Besides, you need all the help you can get with just how wild this place seems to be.

[libertarian-druid-in-greater-vt]

I'm not able to post your reblog for some reason and since I fancy myself have that point be censored by tumblr, I'll continue here.

Yeah it's tough. I'm glad you picked up on my implication. You go about your day, don't mean anyone harm and then all of a sudden to someone you're a nazi. It just goes from looks to differences in behavior towards you (like a cashier for example) for now but still I imagine if an affiliated political party were to go very near winning, I can see even violence happening a lot more frequent. There are friendships tho who were lost, not in my case specifically, but it's very apparent that when the day closes in where the ballots are counted, people tend to be skeptical of each other, everyone seems to be uncertain of other's intentions when they've easily spoken to each other for years before. It happens so often neighbors suddenly stop talking to and start hating each other just because they're told to decide. If the stigma found its grip on you, I guarantee you ain't losing it. Anytime soon. Back then had a thing called "denunzieren". Which basically means ratting out people to the Nazis. Now it's who might be even closely related to any of their viewpoints which don't get me wrong is pretty much the easiest way to prevent another tragedy like that fron happening but it's been very much taken to an extreme that's not funny anymore. Have a viewpoint not even conforming with Nazi ideology but just the slightest of margins from the status quo and bam Nazi, instantly. Oh, you don't want corona measures being put into place? Bam Nazi just like that. And that's just the most mindless of examples I've heard about. It's basically become a way for our government to oppose and oppress any movement against them. Don't conform? Boom, you're a Nazi

I mean, I used to get called a nazi a shitload, so I'm just sorta used to it. To be fair, there are folks that called themselves Libertarians that did act more like authoritarians, though mostly in South America.

I refuse to "conform" to anyone. I'm an individual, and all individuals are inherently different. That's perfectly okay as long as you're not using it as an excuse to be a shit tier person.

But of course, obeying the law also makes you a bootlicker, even if the law makes sense to you in some libertarian circles.

Sorry, it's late, I'm at work still, and frankly I'm getting ready to sue my boss for violating the Americans with disabilities act.

Not revealing any info just in case they wanna settle out of court in a way that makes me sign an nda. But I'm kinda focused on that.

[rebouks]

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Courtney: So, this is what you’ve been dealing with for over a year? Oscar: Longer, I guess. I didn’t realise where it was headed until it was too late… I thought you’d be safer without me. Courtney: [scoff laughs] Apparently not. Oscar: It’s not funny, I-…

Courtney: It’s better than crying… Neither of us could have known, not really. Oscar: If I knew you were familiar with Wyatt, there’s a million things I would have done differently. I would’ve-… Courtney: Oscar, stop; there’s no point dwelling on the would haves, or the ifs. You did what you thought was best.

Oscar: How’re you not livid with me right now? I’m an idiot for ever stumbling down this path, for not realising how fucked up it’d get, for putting you in danger, for-… Courtney: It’s not like you had any malicious intent, is it? Oscar: [sighs] I wish you weren’t so understanding sometimes.

Courtney: You beat yourself up enough without me adding to it. Both of us could have made different choices. Oscar: I told you, didn’t I? That first night we spent together... That you’d regret ever getting involved with a fuckup like-… Courtney: Cut it out. I knew you were on the path to self-destruction since the moment I met you… I didn’t think it’d be quite so spectacular, but it’s not like you to do things by halves.

Oscar: [scoffs] Courtney: I always said you needed to own your shit instead of running away; and that’s what you’re finally doing, right? Oscar: I don’t know anymore. We could leave? Maybe it’d be safer? Not that I’m assuming you wanna be anywhere near me-… Courtney: Wait, wait-.. you can’t give up now!

Oscar: What’re you talking about? I-… Courtney: You can’t sack it all off because of me, what about all the others who don’t have anyone to find them?! Oscar: I’m tired, Cookie; and I don’t even know what I’m going back to. I kicked off big time when I left; almost drowned his son, called him and his family shit stains, tried to punch him. I’m playing with fire here.

Courtney: You’re an Aries, fire is your thing. Oscar: [snorts] I doubt my zodiac sign is gonna help me out; one wrong move, and I’m as good as dead. Courtney: You better pick yourself up and tread lightly then. Oscar: You’re insane.

Courtney: You love it. Oscar: Yeah, I do… I don’t love all of this though. Whatever happens next, I don’t want you going back to that apartment. Courtney: Probably got fucking evicted anyway. Oscar: Nah, Ivan paid your rent, everything should be as you left it. Though, you might not have a job anymore…

Courtney: I didn’t think I would… I could put my stuff in storage? I don’t really wanna go back there either. Oscar: You could stay here, or with Noah and Aspen? I hate telling you what to do, but I can’t bear the thought of you being alone with everything going on. Courtney: I’d be okay staying here. What about you?

Oscar: I suppose I’ll go back to the city. I wanna stay here for a few days n’ get my head straight first; I reckon I lost more than a few marbles, looking for you. I kinda wanted to go rehab, but I’m not sure where that fits into all of this. I can’t do everything at once. Courtney: You should start by trying to get a decent night’s sleep. Oscar: Probably. You staying in here, or...?

Courtney: I think so. Noah’s old bear can keep me company. Oscar: Aha, he will. I’ll be next door if you need anything, okay? I’m so glad you’re here, Cookie; you’ve no idea how sorry I am for everything I’ve put you through. Courtney: I think I have a little bit of an idea…

Oscar: Hm. Courtney: I don’t hate you; you know. I still lo-… Oscar: Don’t say it, not yet. Think about everything for a while... I do too though. Courtney: I know.

[golbrocklovely]

you know, I thought i might of been annoying with the amount of asks i send you, and that still might be true but people apparently love me… so im sticking around 😂 gotta build this aussie anon fandom… buy the merch (its just a tshirt with koala ears on the anon icon and ‘xplr me daddy’ across the shoulder blades)

also absolute fkn ditto to your post abt snc needing a villain era. especially colby. I learnt just the other day that apparently he goes thru this m drama every time he’s snapped with a girl. like every time, for years. that’s gotta be so horrible. like imagine being the constant reason your friends or dates get harassed online just for being around you. you’d feel like poison. i truly hope he finds someone who couldnt give two flying quacks abt that stuff. heck, if it were me (lemme dream, alright) and i knew this wasn’t just a once off thing… i was going to say my acct would be private and i’d have ‘message from strangers’ turned off… but i already have all that… Colby, I’m ready!!! lmao i jk i jk (or do I 👀)

anyway, back to colby fighting in the clubs. you said he’s possessive… im curious about that. like in a protective way over the people he cares about, or actually like “this is my person, back off” type? either way, hella shmexxyy

- aussie anon

omg this is such a long response so i'm sorry in advance lol

haha no you're totally okay to keep sending in asks. no one has a problem with it, especially me :)

and omg an "xplr me daddy" shirt would be hysterical and i'm surprised they haven't done one (even jokingly) before lol

and yes, it's not just girls colby is interested in either. it's EVERY girl - date, friend, stranger - it doesn't matter. if fans can find out who she is, they will send her hate. or at the very least bombard her with questions as to how she knows colby, what's he like, ect. it's honestly very embarrassing to be in this fandom sometimes strictly bc of that type of shit.

i've talked about how i've felt on colby's love life ad nauseum on here, but i don't mind speaking on it more. i genuinely believe this fandom needs a HUGE reality check. bc there are too many ppl in this fandom that believe they have a say in what he does with said love life. and now it's bled over into sam's.

the golden child apparently can do wrong now lol

like on xplrclub, they literally APOLOGIZED (half-heartedly, but still said sorry) for the pics of them with the girls leaking over new years. and that's just fucking bonkers to me. there is no reason two 27 year old men should be saying sorry to a bunch of random girls they have never met before and don't even know exist bc they are going out and having fun and dating. and what makes it worse is snc felt the need to do this. they don't need to explain anything to us, especially about their private lives.

and the amount of fucking fans i saw saying "well if you wanted to have a private life, keep it private. don't post things." and it's like…… idk how many times i have to say this, but SNC ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. them not telling you about a girl they are fucking with is not a betrayal. they don't know you. they couldn't even pick you out of a line up of two ppl. stop thinking your opinion is neccessary, especially when it comes to their personal lives. you aren't owed an explanation. idc if you've been in this fandom for years, given them tons of money, have a fan account dedicated to them on every site, repost their content all the time - NONE of that matters. you are a random person, you are a statistic. a view count. and while yes, snc care about us, that doesn't mean they KNOW you or that your opinion is VALID.

you wouldn't like a random person coming onto your account and bitching at you about your life choices, right? so why do you think snc deserve that? bc they're public figures? NOPE, not a good enough reason. you want to bitch at them about content and the choices they make on that? that's fine. but private, personal shit they do is none of your concern or business.

and i know there are plenty of fucking ppl that will call me a hypocrite bc god forbid i talk about snc's love lives - but reality is i know my opinion isn't worth shit. i'm not coming up into their comments, @ ing them every chance i get, just to give them my two cents. i do my best to keep it light hearted and silly. none of what i talk about is serious or direly needed info. which is also why i do it on a site they aren't privy to. they're not on here. me complaining into the void doesn't effect them. and i'm also extremely aware of the fact that i don't know everything. i don't know the full story, never will, and i'm not OWED it either.

sorry, that was a really long rant. but i'm just…. so done with the fandom rn lol i've been reading ppl complaining for too long about shit they don't deserve to complain about and it's just annoying at this point.

but to bring it back to your ask - i hope colby, and sam too, find a girl that fucking PARADES that she's dating him. of course, with colby or sam's consent. if i was dating one of them, i would rub in these fans' faces, and i mean that wholeheartedly. aww, you're upset i'm fucking your man? TOO BAD WOMP WOMP lmao

and as for colby being possessive, he's said it in some tweets in years' past. he's tweeted out before "Im such a protective, jealous person wow" and "I'm overly protective" followed by someone asking him "so that means if you had a girlfriend you'd protect her a lot" and he replied with "protect her with my life". so, i see him as being a very loyal person, who is protective of the ppl he deems as "his", so to speak.

in a relationship, my guess is that while he's not obsessive or demanding, he is very much like "you are my girlfriend". i don't see him to be the type to say you can't talk to this guy or be friends with these ppl, nothing like that. but he reads to me like the type to keep his arm around you while at the club, that way any guy that sees you know you're taken by him.

also side note, i know as a woman i should be like i'm my own person, i'm no one's but my own, blah blah blah. but a guy that's just a twinge bit possessive is hot. i'm sorry, it's my red flag and i know it is sksksks

[lililvsslashers]

What would Billy Loomis's reaction be if after a while, you finally find out he's the killer? (English version)

Remember that this is translated in "Google translate" so there are probably several errors, I apologize for this

Warnings: none, nothing strong

You were at school quickly gathering your things to put them back in your backpack. A few seconds ago someone's voice was heard through the speakers around the place, warning that something had happened in the facilities. Apparently, one of the students had been attacked, so they chose to end the school day for that day thanks to that tragic event.

The nerves of the moment play a trick on you causing one of your notebooks to fall to the ground, being quickly picked up by Stu.

"Have you seen Billy?"

You shook your head and then left the room being accompanied by that boy. On the way out they met the rest of their group of friends, however, Bill was still missing. Your imagination began to fly landing in tragic scenarios, while the rest chattered among themselves.

"Were you looking for me?" You breathed a sigh of relief as soon as your eyes met Billy's, who was smiling at your reaction.

"Are you okay?" he answered with a sure yes to your question, even so, his answer did not completely convince you, since his hands were slightly injured.

"Oh, you mean by my hands?" you nod "well, you have nothing to worry about, it was a small accident"

You decided to ignore that and ended up together at his house while watching some movies, although instead of watching them, they spent the whole time talking about what happened at their school. They ate some popcorn and drank a few cans of soda, until they began to hear their phone ringing from the kitchen.

“I must have forgotten it there when I went for the popcorn. I'll be back in a moment"

You nodded and took advantage of the moment to go to the bathroom, but not before pausing the movie. You quietly went in to relieve yourself, but you stopped as soon as you saw Billy's backpack lying on the floor, would it be wrong to snoop through his stuff a bit? Maybe yes, but your curiosity to know what was inside that thing, increased when you remembered the fact that Bill had been preventing you from opening his bag at all costs or simply wouldn't let you even grab it. You opened the backpack and quickly began to take out all its contents.

The first thing you saw there were normal things or so you thought, because when you took in your hands what at first glance seemed to be a black coat, you could realize that it was a kind of long costume that in addition to having a mask wrapped in him, his cloth lay stained with what appeared to be blood.

Even after seeing that and staining your hands a little, you decided to continue rummaging through those objects, but you stopped immediately as soon as you saw the shine of a knife inside the backpack. You took it in your hands realizing that said artifact was also covered in blood, which made you get up immediately while you dropped that sharp knife to the ground causing a relatively loud sound.

"Huh, everything okay in there?" His voice scared you even more, causing you to be unable to respond and start to put things away desperately.

"I asked you a question. If you don't answer, I'll have to open the door myself."

You kept silent again and with the little courage you had left, you managed to see the small window that was in the place. You didn't know if it was going to be possible to get out there, but you better try.

"Shit, open the damn door!"

His reaction was to start banging on the door again and again, causing loud crashes that only scared you even more. Your face was now covered in tears, but regardless, you kept trying to open the window.

"You asked for it"

His words came out at the same time you managed to open the window. Then you started trying to get through there, but the whole bathroom was pierced by a rumble a thousand times louder than the banging. Billy had managed to open the door.

"Where do you think you are going?"

Your body was pulled by his arms causing you to immediately start kicking and screaming for help.

“Shh, honey, I'm going to be really mad if anyone manages to hear you. You better calm down"

"You and I have many things to talk about, but for now, get used to the idea that you will not be able to escape from me no matter how hard you try"

[fight-the-corn]

sbi x reader part nine

The game night had kicked off what seemed like one of the best weeks of my life. The next day, I aced both tests I had. I made it home and to my room safely, my parents had decided to stay out for the night. School went well, barely any homework. Techno stopped to check in as the Blade once, Phil texted a few times, and I was actually happy. No new bruises for a record amount of time.

I was stupid to believe that things were changing.

Talking to Tommy, I realized that I was only a year ahead of him in school. He was struggling with chemistry, which happened to be the subject I did best in the year before. I had offered to help him.

The first thing that happened was the knock on the door. We never have visitors. My parents don't knock, it's their house. I peeked through the window, throwing the door open when I saw Tommy. I glanced around before pulling him inside, closing the door.

"What are you doing here?" I was trying to hide the panic in my voice.

"You said you would help me in chemistry!"

"Not now! Not here!"

"I'm already here, why not? I don't want to leave. I want to hang out with you. "

"Tommy, I promise we can meet up another time, but right now you have to leave. I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you, I swear. I can come over later tonight if you want?"

He pouted. " I'm busy later. And I have a test tomorrow I need help preparing for. "

"I'm so sorry Toms, but this is a really bad time. My parents will be home any minute, and they don't like it when I have friends over."

" So, you admit that we're friends? I am now legally friends with a woman everyone! Suck it, Wilbur! " His voice rose, shouting the last part.

"Shhh, Tommy, please, you need to-" the sound of a car in the driveway cut me off. "Come with me, now!" I grabbed his wrist, pulling him to my bedroom. "I'm going downstairs. Climb out the window, down the rose trellis. Go out through the back gate. Don't be seen, please."

Tommy nods, quiet. "Thank you," I say. "I'll be okay."

Tommy crawls out the window as I walk down into the lions den, hearing the front door open.

---

Tommy slides into the front as Techno picks him up. He's unusually quiet.

"What happened?" Techno asks.

"Her parents came home. I got out without them noticing though. Probably would have been worse for her if they saw me."

"It definitely would have been. Why did you go?"

"I needed help with chemistry, she had said she would help me. I have a test tomorrow, and we have Syndicate stuff tonight."

"I did well in chemistry," Techno responded. Show me your homework, I can try to help."

Tommy froze. "Techno."

"Huh?"

"I messed up. "

---

"Hello, princess." I could hear the venom in his voice. Something was wrong. Why was he calling me princess? That was only used when things were about to get bad.

"Your little friend still here? Or did he leave yet?" Oh no. Oh no oh no ohno ohnoohnoohno. She knew. They knew. How did they know?

"H-how-?" I can barely choke out the question .

"I've never seen this before." She comes into view with a red backpack, a Minecraft cow on it. Tommy's bag. Shit.

"He just showed up, came in. I told him to get out, he didn't listen! I was going to help him with homework sometime, he thought I meant here. I swear, it was an accident!"

"Is he still here?"

"No."

"Good. There's nobody to see me do this then."

The bag swings, making contact with my head. Jesus, what does that kid carry? There's definitely a computer in there, but there has to be rocks or something, because no way homework is that heavy. I'm left reeling from the hit, stumbling backwards. A whine involuntarily leaves my lips.

"Shut it, freak. No noises, you know this." Apparently he's joining too, wants to be a part of the fight. He lifts me by my throat, holding me in the air before dropping me. Ow. I'm gasping, that really hurt.

"Room. Now. " I stumble to my room, something feels wrong. It should be worse. It's never this easy.

I open my phone to multiple messages from the Crafts. I start with Tommy.

T: Hey I forgot my bag at ur place

T: Idk if it's too late tho

T: I'm so sorry

I message back.

O: hey toms, I'm really sorry but I think ur computer might be broken. I can try and help u get a new one, but I don't think it old one has much hope. I'll try and see what I can back for u tho. I'm so so sorry. :(

Next, messages from Techno.

T: are u ok?

T: Tommy told me what happened

O: I'll live. Nothing too bad, just a couple whacks here and there.

Finally, from Phil.

P: heard what happened. Please call if it's too bad

P: if we don't hear from you soon, we're gonna come check on u, please let us know if ok.

O: I'm ok :)

I roll into bed early, hoping that sleep would help.

---

I am awoken to pain. It all hurts. Everything. What is happening? I'm gasping, I can't breathe, I don't know what's going on. I can't see. It's only pain. It's dark. I cry out for help, feeling the pain worsen. It's focused on my leg now. I scream, feeling a harsh slap in return. Am I gonna die? Who's in my room? What is going on?

I gasp, and I'm blinded. Suddenly there's light. Too much. It hurts. I can't breathe. What time is? My eyes adjust, and the fear I felt before shoots up exponentially. He's in my room. Is this a dream? A knife. I look at my leg. My god. There's a knife in my stomach. I'm gonna die. He grins. He's sick. I'm pushed to the floor. I can't breathe. Every time I try, a kick forces the air from my lungs.

I am going to die. There is a knife in me. I can't breathe. I am going to die.

He leaves. I have to get to my phone. It's the most important thing in the world. It's my lifeline. It can help me. I reach it, hitting call on the contact that promises me help. I silently beg that he'll pick up. It's 2:38 AM. Please, let him pick up. It's so hard to breathe. The red is everywhere. They said don't pull a knife out, it stops the blood, but there's too much blood. It's everywhere.

I am going to die. Tommy will fail his chemistry test. Surely, that's not my fault though. Right? Will they be angry if I die? Will they hate me? Will they cry? My parents won't, but I want to have meant something to someone. Is it selfish to want them to cry if I die?

"Hello? Olivia? Are you alright?"

"You picked up!"

"Yeah mate, of course, what's wrong?"

"I think I'm going to die."

[tatjana-fantasy]

(Part 5)

Let’s continue my replay of The Quarry :) Some thoughts (Chapter 8 + Chapter 9):

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

I can totally understand why Ryan wouldn’t want to kill Chris, who is essentially his father figure. At the same time, I do understand why Laura doesn’t see another option. I still think it’s a little extreme for her to immediately want to kill Chris, but I sadly get where she is coming from ;__;

I actually like Ryan’s and Laura’s dynamic quite a lot! More in a sibling than in a romantic way, though. :)

Okay, let’s talk about the infamous “Maybe neither.” Personally, I always thought that in the context of Laura’s question, it simply meant that Ryan likes neither more (and at least the German version translates it as “I like both”), but even if we assume that he likes neither of them … he doesn’t owe Dylan anything. Just like Emma is completely allowed to say No to Jacob without being harassed over it, Ryan is completely allowed to say No to Dylan without being harassed over it. And I say that as someone who ships them.

Speaking off Dylan, I LOVE the scene where Emma “maces” him XD

STOP LAURA STOP LAURA STOP LAURA (I lost Nick on my first playthrough because I wanted to show my trust in her T__T)

Yay, I freed Jacob :D The puzzle is still soooo confusing though. I’m kinda glad I avoided it on my first playthrough because I can’t imagine I would’ve ever pulled it off!

WTF is up with the music after Laura gets captured?? And how have I never noticed how unintentionally funny it is??

I’m surprised the dialogue between Abigail and Emma in the beginning stays the same even if she’s infected :O

I heard that Constance’s death apparently got censored in some versions of the game, so I’m happy mine isn’t among them :) She and Travis were the only Hacketts that died on my first playthrough …

Not gonna lie, Jed’s death by Laura’s hand is surprisingly brutal!

Bobby is so hilarious, I love him <3 <3 <3

I LOVE the moral dilemma of accepting Laura’s bite. On my first playthrough, I accepted Laura’s bite because I hoped that there would be another way to save Chris, but at the same time, I feared that I made the wrong choice. I really didn't want to kill him :-(

You all already know this, but: HOLY SHIT THE SCRAPYARD SCENE IS SO GOOD. The werewolf, the lights, the music! And afterwards, when Dylan begs Kaitlyn to leave him! While it sucks that he won’t be in the lodge later, this scene almost makes it worth it <3 Oh, and I got the trophy for infecting everyone, so now I just need to save them ;-)

And then, the scene with Abi and Emma. Emma’s words to Abi hurt so much T__T Her “Abi …” at the end sounded like an apology :-(

(Btw, I luckily knew what I had to do and escaped via the ladder, but I think it really sucks that going to the stairs is an automatic death sentence.)

On my first playthrough, I refused to shoot Chris during the Hackett showdown, and Ryan, Laura and Travis died. I was freaking devastated. Ryan’s death in particular left me so heartbroken that I had to stop playing for that day, only to have literal nightmares about how Dylan would react to his death. It certainly left a lasting impression on me … only to pull the rug under my feet when I saw what the actual ending of the game was :-/

I love the Hierophant flashback, but damn, I really wish the game would allow you to pick another card afterwards :-/ I think it’s pretty unfair that simply finding this card already makes it impossible to see another card’s vision …

But anyway, I still enjoyed these chapters despite some problems I have with them. :) See you next time, when I finish my replay of The Quarry!