#peter sutherland fluff

[loove-persevering]

Peter Sutherland x fem!Reader (The Night Agent)

Description: Peter comes home injured from a mission and needs a little TLC! fem!reader (requested!)

Warnings: Fluff!!! Little angst!

Hi all first time writing for Peter! It’s a little short but I was excited! Please send some more Im working on another in my inbox tomorrow:)

The worry never went away really. Dating someone who was an agent for the FBI and the white house you constantly were holding your breath waiting for Peter to come back home.

Every single time the phone rang you would swear your heart rate increased out of fear that you’d get a call similar to the one you got the night of the Metro Bombing.

Peter knew how to take care of himself. That was forsure and he took care of you as well but that didn’t mean you didn’t worry. He had been gone on an assignment for about a week of course you had no idea where or what that entailed due to the security of his job and you never asked questions because he’d never tell. Peter was good at being loyal not only to you but his job, he had expectations to uphold for himself despite the building pressure on his shoulders.

He had called a few hours ago and you could tell by his voice he was exhausted. He said he’d be home tonight but late, probably in the middle of the night. For your sanity you attempted to stay up just wanting to see him walk through the door would help you rest easier.

Easier said than done though because you had fallen asleep on the couch the TV illuminating the light on Peter's face as he gently woke you. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and when you finally did you noticed the wounds scattered across his face, nothing severe but you knew things didn’t go as smoothly as you had hoped they would for him. “Oh Peter,” You say, reaching up cupping the side of his cheek. He was resting on the couch with you, his forehead pressed into yours as his eyes closed. You knew he rested better when you were around. Sometimes you swore he was nocturnal but other times you looked over mid-movie and he was pressed up against you asleep.

“It’s nothing,” He assures you. “I've had worse,” He admits and you both knew he was right. His eyes flutter open and he looks at you, his eyes soft, delicate like as he looked at you. He pushed his body forward, his lips meeting yours, nothing but a chaste kiss to give you both some comfort.

When you pulled away it wasn’t a moment later his hand rested along your jaw pulling you back in. The kiss had a little more to it this time, not as innocent as the first. You didn’t pull away until you heard the sharp intake of his breath when he pushed himself to be on top of you, “What?” You ask him.

He sighs, pulling himself off of you carefully, “My rib,” He says his eyes are squinting in pain as he tries to correct his position.

You move forward with your hands gently pulling at the bottom of his shirt, “I think you should take me to dinner first,” He says with a slight smile on his face.

You roll your eyes and laugh continuing to lift his shift, “Peter,” You sigh, seeing the blood dripping from a cut. It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches but it needed to be cleaned up. “Can you take it off? I’ll go grab some bandages,” You say pushing off the couch to stand.

It was one quick movement for him to peel off his shirt displaying his toned torso. “Y/N,” Peter said, smiling up at you. “You gonna go get it?” He asks and you felt yourself hold back a smile realizing he had caught your gaze.

“Smart ass,” You mumble, turning away from him. You went to the bathroom grabbing everything you needed and walked back in the living room. Peter leaned back against the couch, his head resting and his eyes closed. When he heard the floor creak he glanced up his eyes watching you as you walked back over toward him. “You’re gonna hate this,” You admit to him as you sit down getting the bottle of alcohol out.

You concentrated the next few minutes cleaning up the wound on his abdomen, and then moving up to his face to help clean the peppered cuts along his neck and jaw. “I hate not knowing this is happening to you.” You tell him and he winced at the contact from the alcohol. “I hate not knowing your hurt when you're away.”

His hand reaches up and clasps your wrist, “I know.” He says gently. “The only thing I'm thinking about is coming back home to you,” He says.

Your face grew into the softest expression as you stared at him in awe. Peter was always so reassuring and he always seemed to know what you needed to hear. “You better,” You say sniffling.

“You know I think you like bandaging me up anyway gives you an excuse to gawk.” You gently push his shoulder with your hand smiling at him. “It’s okay you can, I sure do.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Oh you do?” You say leaning on closer to him, your faces only inches apart.

That was all it took for him to pull you in, his hand slipping behind your neck as he pulled you in. The kiss was innocent enough at first and then it began to become more feverish. You reach a hand up running through his hair and his hand runs along the lower part of your back. He tugs you gently as if to tell you what he wanted and you slide your leg over straddling him.

“Peter,” You say, pulling away from the kiss. Peter just pulled you back in and you seemingly melted into another kiss just as quickly as he did. “Peter,” You pull back again.

“Hmm,” He mumbles as you pull away.

“Whatever you do, just always try and come home okay?” You ask him. His gaze softened slightly as he realized what you were saying. “Just try I know it’s the job but-“ You begin to scramble your words.

“Y/N,” He cuts you off his thumb running circles at your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “I’m always gonna try and get home to you okay?” He says. “Always.”

“Okay,” You say back to him. “But for now how about you make it up to me for all the worrying I do?” You say and he grins and you swear he was going to kill you with his smile.

“Yes ma'am,” He says not wasting a second pulling you back in for another kiss.

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Sorry for any typos! Didn’t proof read!

[ed-mnsn]

stress management

peter sutherland x female!reader

summary: peter always takes care of you

warnings: smut! 18+ minors dni, unprotected piv (use protection!), oral (f receiving), light choking (if you squint), praise, fluff, very very sweet, banter, 2.6k!

a/n: im literally obsessed with peter sutherland i can’t take it. the lack of fics on here is astonishing so here i am! enjoy!!!

Peter Sutherland is a gentle giant. He’s a true gentleman, always opening car doors and offering his jacket, never failing to treat you as special as you deserve to be. 

He’s a pleaser, and he definitely will have his way with you. The nights you need it most, high-strung and running on empty after work. He always takes care of you. 

Peter gets you under him, and he absolutely doesn’t mind you being a pillow princess at all. He kisses you just right, firmly, not too harsh. He grounds you, leeches the stress right out of your body. You can’t help but writhe under his touch, solid hands running along every inch of skin he can get to. The way he mouths at your neck is criminal, and you curse yourself for being so professional, or else you’d let him mark up every inch of your skin. 

“Pete,” you whisper breathily, not really asking for anything, just saying his name for the sake of it. You feel the curl of his mouth as he smiles where your ear meets your jawbone. 

He makes you giddy, eager, weightless, a reminder that you’re a real person behind the shell of a woman that works a 9-5 corporate desk job. He brings out the best in you, makes you feel like the you that you love. 

Your hands play with the hair at the base of his neck, latching onto the strands when he slips a hand under your shirt. Your body is second nature to him, well-known territory that he never gets sick of exploring. He lightly pinches one of your nipples, making you bite your lip, a warm hum leaving your mouth. 

His hips are slotted over yours, very little left to the imagination with the thin cotton pajama pants he’s wearing, probably nothing underneath knowing him. You can feel him half-hard through the material and your mouth waters at the thought of getting your hands on him. 

Peter really loves on you. Always makes you feel special. His lips meet yours again and you breathe him in. He smells like a fresh shower and after-shave, light and airy and so delectable. You lick into his mouth slightly, needing more. He takes the bait, playfully nipping at your bottom lip, wringing it through his teeth. It makes you keen. 

The way Peter makes you feel is utterly sinful. You want to ravish him, swallow him whole. He’s kissing you like you’re the only thing that matters, a hand sliding down your waist to play with the band of your little silk pajama shorts. He knows you wear them for comfort, but God, he thinks you look so sexy in them. 

You groan into his mouth as he slips a hand into your bottoms, finger tips just grazing over your clit through the fabric of your panties. You buck your hips up into him, but you know he likes to savor you. 

“You’re being a tease,” you say, winded, into his mouth. 

“You new around here or something?” He answers, unable to hide the smirk that’s formed on his lips.

You can’t even manage to respond, because he pulls your thong to the side and runs a finger through your slick. You’re dripping wet and Peter groans, low and rough and doing absolutely nothing to ease the ache at your core.

His pointer finger prods at your hole but doesn’t actually enter. Your hands slide down his neck, landing on his shoulders and gripping hard, surely to leave marks. The vice grip sobers you into realizing he still has his shirt on, and you quickly decide that that needs to change. 

He continues rubbing lazy circles into your clit while you paw as his shirt, grabbing his attention enough to notice that you want it off. You whimper slightly as he leans back onto his knees, swiftly pulling the fabric up and over his shoulders. 

The sight of Peter’s body never gets old. His abs flex as he throws his shirt to the ground and if you weren’t being too careful you might’ve drooled. You reach up to his torso, running a hand over his muscles and fawning, not even remotely trying to hide it. 

Peter blushes, and you love when he gets like this. He looks like he could be on the cover of a swimsuit magazine but he’s oh so bashful when you gawk at him. 

“You’re staring.” He says, eyebrows raised and glint in his eye. 

“Aren’t I allowed?” You question, posh. 

He leans down slipping a finger under the hem of your shorts and panties. 

“I guess I’ll let it slide,” he answers, before pulling both of the garments off at once. 

You squeal, laughing, reaching for him. He grabs one of your ankles as it kicks into the air, kissing your calf sweetly. 

He’s got a full view of your wet cunt and it makes him groan, scanning your body as if he doesn’t already have it committed to memory. 

“You’re staring.” You say mockingly, smirking up at him. 

There’s a brief moment, a pause where he’s just looking at you. 

“I know.” He rasped, leaning in further to kiss just above the inside of your knee. 

Butterflies swarm as he travels down the bed, getting eye level with your heat. 

Here’s a fact about Peter: he eats pussy and he eats it well. 

He eats pussy like it’s his favorite hobby in the world. The way you taste makes him moan, and the way you writhe under him? God, he’d be happy man if he died between your thighs. 

He plants wet kisses to your inner thighs, licking and biting the skin there, knowing you can’t chastise him for it because he’s the only one who gets to see you down there. 

You whine as he presses a kiss to your labia, and you think you might pass out as he licks the excess slick off his lips. He finally indulges you, tongue darting across your clit, your hands quickly making their way to his hair. 

He’s like a man starved, devouring you whole. You cry out as he suctions his lips on your bud, sucking and lapping at your sloppy cunt. It’s wet and loud, and you buck your hips into the air as he curses into you. 

He wraps his arms under your thighs, firm hands planting your hips back down into the mattress. With nowhere else to go but towards him, you grind into his face. It’s frantic, wild, and everything you ever needed. 

His warm tongue dips into your hole, making you keen at the entrance. One hand’s pulling at his hair and the other intertwines with his on top of your hip. His nose prods at your clit as he tongue-fucks you, stimulating every nerve in your body.  

“Pete,” you cry, “Fuck!”

“That’s it babe.” He encourages quickly, before licking a hot flat stripe up your folds. He’s working your clit again, saliva running down his chin. 

You feel the build in your gut, heart racing and heat washing over you. It’s dizzying, all-encompassing. You’re whining, crying out his name, as he pants into your core. The warmth of his breath makes you shudder and it’s not long until your back is arching and you’re coming on his face.

He moans with you, lapping at you until your chest is heaving and you’re licked clean. 

Your hands run gently through his hair, attempting to set it back into place. He crawls back up to you, and the wet spot of precome on the front of his pants doesn’t go unnoticed. 

You can’t help but laugh at the sight of his face hovering over yours. He looks giddy, ecstatic, like he just won the lottery. His lips are red and swollen, spit slick and begging to be kissed. 

You pull him to your lips, tasting yourself on his mouth and humming. 

“Good?” He questions, just barely pulling away from your lips. 

“Eh, you get points for trying.” You chide, unable to hold back your laughter. He laughs with you, unrestrained, quickly moving to play-wrestle you on top of him. 

Straddling him forces you to feel the bulge in his pants, his hard cock pressing into your sensitive cunt. You kiss him fiercely, frenzied, not able to hold back your want for him to be inside you much longer. 

He takes advantage of this position by pulling your shirt up over your head. Your tits fall right in his face, giving him ample access to suck on the flesh there. You moan as he pulls a nipple into his mouth, circling the nub with his tongue, lightly grazing over it with his teeth. 

His head tilts at the perfect angle for you to lap at his neck. You’re suddenly very grateful that he doesn’t bruise easily. Your hips grind into his solid length, and he hisses. 

“Shit,” he breathes heavily. “Need to be inside you.” 

“Please, Peter.” You beg, even though he’d indulge you in absolutely anything. 

He’s turning you back onto the mattress, maneuvering his pants off with the swift skill of a quick-change theater kid. 

You spread your legs for him, cunt aching to be touched again. His cock stand upright, the tip red and leaking. Your mouth waters, and if you both weren’t so eager for him to be inside you, you’d suck him off right then and there. 

You reach for it though, stroking him a few times and he hips naturally gravitate towards you. One of his hands lands on the mattress next to your head, and the other reaches to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. 

Typical of Peter, to be so sweet when you both know he’s about to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk in the morning. 

“Love you,” he offers, blush creeping down his neck. 

“Love you more,” you answer, kissing him firmly, “now fuck me, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” he murmurs, running the tip of his cock through your folds. 

The slide of his dick into your cunt is something you’ll never get sick of. His eyes are locked with yours as he buries into you, moans easily slipping from both of your mouths. The stretch is heavenly, filling you to the brim. 

He pumps in and out of you a few times, letting you get used to the drag of his cock against your walls. 

You pulls his mouth to yours as he speeds up, but its really no use because you’re a mess of whimpers and moans, all of which he swallows gladly. He pounds into you recklessly, balls slapping against your ass. 

Peter’s hands touch every inch of skin they can, sliding down your waist, brushing over your nipples, fingers wrapping around your throat. Your belly curls in on itself at the firm grip he has on your neck. It’s so fucking hot that you don’t know what to do with yourself, helplessly pawing at his back as he splits you open. 

He’s loud, shattered breath rasping your name repeatedly. He’s swearing himself to you, just as he has a multitude of other times. 

“God, Pete!” You wail, the bucking of his hips sending a jolt up your spine. 

“S’good,” he whispers, “so good for me.” 

He kisses you with his whole being, and even when his lips aren’t on yours, you’re just breathing each other in. Trading exhalations, sharing glances. 

You’re both sweaty, hot, mad with pleasure, when he sits back and clutches your hips, pulling your body even closer to him. The new angle lets his cock hit your g-spot, a strangled moan falling past your lips. 

The feeling is instant, how quickly it makes your spine go hot. Your legs start to shake, stomach clenching, and he knows. 

The pleasure falls over you like a wave, building and building, teetering on the the edge of a crash. His thumb finds it’s way to your clit and suddenly you’re drowning, gasping, begging, uttering his name like they’re the last words that will ever leave your mouth. 

“”M coming, Peter,” you manage to cry, and he’s groaning along with you, balls pulling tight and filling you with his load at the same time you fall over the edge. 

Your head is thrown back into the sheets, back arching pornographically as he clings onto you for dear life. You’re gasping, legs trembling as he hovers down over you, careful not to crush you as he offers the last few remaining pumps into your core. 

The noise is the room is reserved for both of your heavy breaths, foreheads touching, grounding each other. He kisses you and wipes the hair out of your eyes before gently pulling out, your grimace not going unnoticed. 

He pecks your cheek quickly, rolling off the bed. You hear the sink in the bathroom running, and he comes back with a warm washcloth as always. He’s diligent in wiping you down delicately, using only the softest of touches to clean you up. You gladly sit there and watch him, face red and a smile on your lips. You’re happy with this life. 

He throws the towel on the ground (fuck the hardwood floors, right?), and slips back into bed, pulling the covers over both of you. 

It’s hard to keep yourself from kissing him, but you just can’t resist. 

“Satisfactory?” He quips, that bright smile on his face. 

“You know the answer to that, Sutherland.” 

“Do I? I think you should give me an in-depth a highlight reel-” You hit him playfully, cutting him off. 

He counter attacks with a kiss. 

[sutherkins]

what dating peter sutherland is like ! 💌

part one because i have a lot of thoughts about what dating him would he like

• loves calling you cute pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, princess, angel, baby are his top 5)

• he has insomnia and has a hard time falling asleep

• he accidentally stays up all night sometimes to make sure you’re okay if you have a scary encounter that day

• hes so protective of you, he asks you if you need him to beat someone up, you think hes just joking but he’s being completely serious

• he likes to lay on your lap while you play with his hair, it relaxes him so much that sometimes he falls asleep

• very handsy but like, in a respectful way

• he knows your boundaries whether you’re in public or at home and wont cross them

• you first met when you moved in next to him and eventually you’re at his place so often that he just asks you to move in

• he loves holding your hand, it grounds him

• when you moved in you practically forced him to let you keep your giant clawfoot bathtub and he finds that he likes it too because that means theres room for both of you and if you think peter likes cuddles he loves wet, naked ones

• speaking of wet and naked

• he’s really good at eating pussy. dont ask me how i know, i just do

• he’s super attentive and rly takes his time getting to know your body and the certain things that make you tick

• he loves when you’re on top

• you both have a praise kink which works out because you both love praising eachother

• he can get kinky but he really isnt into anything too crazy

• i know we all want this man to top us but lets be real if he had to choose he’d be on the bottom because he loves looking at you and he thinks its hot having you on top and being controlling

• if im being like, completely honest and faithful to the character, id say his kinks are as follows

• praise kink, light bondage, i think he’d be open to being blindfolded and doing the same to you, is lingerie kink a thing?

• any kink that could hurt you is pretty much off limits

• he tries some light breath play on you when you ask him and he finds that he actually doesnt mind it as long as its nothing crazy

• if hes not being submissive hes being a very very gentle dom. as much as i’d for him to dominate the hell out of me its just not the way his brain is wired

• most of the time you’re both on a level playing field though

• he likes slow, sensual, hard and soul crushing sex

• he can go fast if you want him to but he likes to savor the moment and drag the pleasure out for as long as he can

• and even though he isnt a rough guy in bed, he still takes the best care of you afterwards

• he cleans you up, brings you water or juice — maybe a snack too

• makes you drink and eat before reminding you to go to the bathroom

• while you’re in there he gets ur pjs and anything else u need ready (medications and whatnot) and helps you into them before laying back on the bed for you to curl up in his arms

• he kisses your head softly and murmurs “love you, pretty girl” before you settle into sleep

[underoospeterparker]

peter distracting his princess while shes trying to study for an exam. needy peter basically

i think this is for peter sutherland but i thought it would fit peter parker too so you can read it for either <3

"baby," peter whined softly, turning your chair to face him. "you've been studying for ages. can we cuddle?"

you giggled, cupping his face in your hands. "are you four?" you asked, half joking and half serious.

he pouted. he literally pouted and you burst out laughing; a loud, wheezing one that made your boyfriend's face brighten.

"just a little longer. please?" you gave him your best puppy dog eyes and he finally relented.

"fine," he said, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "come outside in 20 minutes."

an hour later, your boyfriend slammed open the door again. you pretended like you didn't notice peter glaring at you from across the room, and you stayed silent until he gave up.

he closed your laptop lid with so much force you thought it would break. "have you seen the time?" he asked you angrily.

you lifted your eyes from your closed laptop to his face, eyes slightly watering. at this, his entire demeanour shifted, face softening and eyebrows creasing, a look of worry prominent on his face. "what's wrong?" he asked, panicked. "did i do something? sweetheart, i-"

your face betrayed you, lips curling into a smile at his concern even though nothing had happened. your giggles turned to screams as peter picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"peter!" you shrieked, still laughing. "what are you doing?"

"kidnapping you," he grinned. "you've been studying for so long, i think you've gone a bit mental."

[misscongeniality18]

Masterlist !

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* Smut (18+ Minors DNI)

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Shadow & Bone / Six of Crows

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[sandraleclerc]

The One You Love

Pairing: Peter sutherland x female!y/n

Warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, jeaolusy

Summary: Since Peter is protecting Rose he´s never at home and the few times you saw him was with her. When someday the two of them show on yours and Peters apartment, you can´t blame yourself for feeling that he doesn´t want you anymore.

You and Peter have been dating for three years now, although because of his working hours you didn´t see him too much, both of you managed to make this relationship work, because you couldn´t hide the feelings you had for each other. Since the first time you met you knew you wouldn´t just be friends, he was just made for you.

You loved this man more than you could say, he was the love of your life, you couldn´t imagine a life without Peter and you thought that neither could him.

There has been a lot of days since you saw him, you knew he was in a type of mission for the white house, he was protecting some girl called Rose, her uncle and aunt died because they were involved in someting very serious of the government and they were after her now. You were aware of that, and that they were trying to get to the bottom of the case and all of that.

You understand it, you really did, but you just couldn´t stop thinking that you wanted things to be like before, you just wanted to be with your boyfriend talking, cuddling, whatever, you wanted him with you. But it was his job, he had to do it, even he was risking his life for this, but he wanted to help with all of this, he loved his country, his job and he would do wathever to serve it.

You were now on your sofa watching some random movie that you choose from netflix, you weren´t paying a lot of attention to it, you were only thinking of Peter, where could he been now?, was he okey?. You thought that of course he was with Rose keeping each other company in some place, you couldn´t hesitate and feel a little bit jealous.

"It doesn´t matter" you said to yourself, but oh it really mattered to you, a lot.

You were almost asleep when you heard the sound of some keys opening the front door. That could only be one person.

Peter.

You got up from the sofa a little exhausted to go to the front door, "he was finally here" you thought. Maybe the two of you could have some time together finally, that made you smile.

You saw Peter and thats when the two of you did eye contact, your smile couldn´t be bigger, you couldn´t stand and walk straight to him.

"Y/n" he said with a relieved tone.

You jumped into his arms and hugged him as tightly as you could, you´ve missed him so much. His arms hugged you around your waist, while you hide your head in his neck.

"I missed you so much" you said while you separated from his embrace. You grabbed his chin to take a look of his face.

"What happened to your face?" his face had a lot of scratches and it didn´t look quite good.

"Someone was chasing us and I had to fight" he said.

"Oh Peter" you sounded worried, and you were, it could have been worse.

Wait, did he say, us?

"Us?" Thats when you notice that all the time Rose was standing behind him, thats why you didn´t saw her, and well, all your attention was caught by Peter.

"Oh" you said while you separated from Peter, you were disappointed and a little upset.

You weren´t upset because he brought her in yours and Peters place, you were upset because after a long time without seeing each other you could have had finally some time together alone.

You looked at her, god she was beautiful.

"Y/n, this is Rose" Peter didn´t stop looking at you, you didn´t know why.

"Hi, i didn´t want to ruin the moment for you two, so i just stayex quiet, that´s why i didn´t introduced myself sorry” she said while gesturing with her hands.

"Don´t worry, it doesn´t matter, im Y/N" you faked a smile for her, you were a little upset, but you didn´t want to be rude at her.

"Im going to show Rose the guest room" Peter said looking at you.

You nod at him.

You watched them disappear and went to the same spot in the sofa that you were. You were exhausted, you really thought that Peter and you were going to have calm finally, but you were wrong. At least, he could have tell you that the two of them were coming here, but he didn´t.

You were a very insecure person and the fact that he didn´t tell you made you think of the worst, it wasn´t just that, they passed all the days together, you can´t blame yourself for overthinking about this.

"Y/n?"

You looked at him, he was so handsome, the most beautiful man you had ever seen, you loved how the suit that he was wearing suited him perfectly, he looked perfect.

He took a spot next to you in the sofa.

"It was last minute, I didn't know what to do and I didn't want to put ourselves in danger, so i thought that we could come here" You knew he was looking at you, but your eyes were on the front. You didn´t want to look at him, because maybe if you did you would fall into his arms in no time.

"Y/n look at me" you couldn´t.

He grabbed you by the chin to make you look at him "Y/n talk to me". You finally look at him, he was staring at you deeply.

"Why didn´t you just tell me?" you said, you were now a little sad, why couldn´t he just let you know, you didnt heard of him for so long.

"I don't always have the same phone so no one can chase us, and I didn't want to risk that if I called you, maybe they would go for you too" he said staring at you. "I love you Y/n, i don´t want to lose you"

You stand up, escaping from his touch. "Maybe your lying to me, she is nice and beautiful, i wouldn´t blame you if you said that you don´t don´t love me anymore" you were now about to cry. You walked to the windows that were next to the sofa, you didn´t want to look at him, if you did you would cry.

"Who?" he said standing up and walking towards you from behind.

"You know who" you said looking outside.

"No i don´t" he said. You could feel his presence behind you.

You turned around, you were know so close that your faces were a few centimeters from each other. "You know that you spent all the time now with Rose, shes pretty and im sure that she is a wonderful person too, we don´t even see each other now, i don´t blame you"

"Y/n listen to me" he grabbed your face "You are the only woman that i love and that i will love my entire life, your the love of my life, and i hate that you compare yourself to others. I will never change you if it´s what you think, im so deeply in love with you that i can´t explain it. Im sorry for not being with you like before, i hate it too, the only thing i want is to be with you, but i have this mission now and i have to do this. But i promise you that when this ends i won´t leave you"

You were now crying, how could you doubt of him.

He wiped your tears with his fingers. "Don´t cry"

"Im sorry Peter, you know i love you" you said staring at him.

"Im the one who is sorry Y/n, i hurt you and i hate it"

You were staring at each other, you could be like this forever, staring at him, you loved that he was taller than you, you could have a look of him better. He was perfect, and only yours.

And then he kissed you, he kissed you softly, his hands were roaming over your waist and yours were tangled on his soft hair. You both got lost in that lustful feeling and messy hungry kisses quickly, the kisses became more intense and his touch, comforting.

He slowly guide you to the sofa, he was on top of you all over you, he kissed your neck while your hands desperately felt his toned abs, He quickly took off his jacket while staring at you. "You are perfect for me, love" he said, you couldn´t hesitate and blush a litttle, no matter how many times he said this things of you, you always felt like this.

He then kissed you again more intense, he has missed you so much, his hands roaming over you. "Peter" you moaned into his ear bringing shivers up his spine.

His hands went up to take off your shirt. "Peter" you said breaking the kiss.

"What?" he said going to kiss your neck not giving so much importance.

"Peter" you put your hands over his to stop him of taking your shirt off. "We can´t" you said.

"Why?" he said staring at me like a baby.

"Rose will hear us and i don´t think she will like it"

"So stay quiet" he said smiling sarcastically at me.

You gave him a little slap in the chest. "You´re an idiot" you said smiling at him.

"C´mon Y/N" he said beggin at me like a kid.

"No, maybe another time" you said jokingly.

You moved your position, so now your head was on his chest, his hands in your waist and your legs tangled.

"You are insufferable" he said smirking.

"You love me"

"I do"

This is my first time writing something, i hope you like it! There wasn´t a lot of content for Peter so i take advantage of thiis.

I will open requests so you can request whatever you want.

[bippot]

I know you want to write a Steve story deep down.....(maybe a Eddie x reader x Steve if you're feeling adventurous and want me to forever be in your debt)

Got to writing and turns out, yes, I did want to write this. I might even do a part 2 where it becomes a little spicier if I have the time. Here is a tame Eddie x Reader x Steve.

Summary: Steve can play the guitar. Corroded Coffin are down a guitarist... it's perfect. Well, except for the fact that both Eddie and Steve like the same girl.

So, who will she pick? Or the better question is, will she have to pick at all?

Tags: Mutual Pining, Rock and Roll, Band Fic, Comfort, Fluff, Love Triangles, Secret Crush, Makeover

Song Recommendation: Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

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Steve Harington. What else is there to say? Eddie didn't have a chance. No way. The Freak vs King Steve? There was no doubt who people would bet on. For lack of better words, Steve was perfect. He had it all: money, a great sense of humour, a pretty face with an even prettier soul to go with it, and, to the rocker's surprise, really good guitar skills. Not as good as Eddie. But if he put more practice in, that could be a possibility.

The only thing Steve didn't have was Y/N. Sure, he was trying. After Corroded Coffin had added Y/N as the lead singer, Steve begged and begged to also be included in the band. Jeff had been forever grounded by his parents when they found out about the mass amount of drugs the band did. Not to mention that Peter had left Indianna when his family moved to bloody New Zealand.

There was a slot open and Steve was willing to fill it.

"Dude, can you even play guitar?" Eddie asked as Steve continued to pester him about the vacancy.

Eddie was in the process of coming up with ideas for Hellfire and had gone to Robin in the video store as she tended to help him connect the dots together. Eddie had the ideas, Robin knew how to put them together.

Y/N tended to help him, but as of late, Eddie wanted to put some distance between them. It was very obvious that she'd soon be swayed by Harrington's seduction techniques and Eddie didn't want to witness any of it.

"Hey, stupid. Didn't expect to see you here," Y/N greeted as she walked into the store in search of a movie for her family to watch tonight.

"Hey, loser."

He looked up from his scribbles to catch her eye and offered her a lopsided grin. Before Eddie could say anything else, Steve cut in, "Hey, hot stuff. Tell Eddie that I can play guitar."

"Harrington can play guitar."

"How the hell do you know?"

As she started looking through the shelves of videos, Y/N answered, "We had the same teacher, Mr Sutherland." She pulled one out and read the blurb, putting it back as soon as she read the word 'gruesome' - her mother wouldn't like that one bit. "Remember him, Stevie?"

Saying that Steve looked smug would be an understatement; he couldn't stop himself. Not only had he proved that he could do the thing he wanted to, he also had got her to reveal to his romantic rival that they had some sort of old friendly history - and that was something he had over Eddie.

Despite being the same age as Steve, Y/N hadn't gone to Hawkins High. She had been sent off to one of those fancy boarding schools and only returned when she had graduated. It was a mere coincidence that she agreed to hang out with her friends at the Hideout and get talking to the front man of the band playing there.

"I remember him very fondly, even though I was far from his best student." Steve winked in Y/N's direction and walked over to where she had drifted off to, searching for a second before he held a video out towards her. "Your mother will love Tootsie, I'm sure of it."

Giving the Dustin Hoffman flick a quick once over, Y/N nodded, accepting the tape. Her attention quickly switched back to Eddie, patting him on the shoulder as she made it to the till.

"You don't fit with the band's image, Steve. You look more like George Michael than Izzy Stradlin..." Eddie dropped his pen when he noticed the look Steve gave him. It was expectant. It was as if he was waiting for Eddie to give in. "No. Y/N, tell him."

At this point, Y/N was in the process of checking out her movie with Robin. The girls were barely paying them any attention while they chatted away. Y/N managed to hear her name and let out a "Hmm...?" as she turned around to look at them. Both boys were beaming at her and her eyes darted between them, unsure what the hell they wanted from her.

When their smile wavered slightly, Eddie cleared his throat. "Tell him he can't be in our band."

"Why not?" she asked innocently and grabbed her copy of the video, tucking it under her arm while keeping her other hand hooked onto the strap on her bag. Steve shot his hand out, almost as saying 'See!' in a very clear gesture. "Give him a new style and he'll fit in."

Now, Steve was good at fitting in. He fit in with people all the time. He was fine with that. Changing his look, on the other hand, was something else. He was still himself underneath it all, still somewhat preppy and conformatative. Maybe all that black and leather wouldn't really work on ol' Harington.

"You're not going to cut my hair, are you?" he asked, sounding terrified as she took another step towards the door. "Please don't touch my hair."

"Yes." "No"

Eyes widened as Y/N and Eddie spoke at the same time. They glared at each other.

"We're not touching his hair, Eddie."

"I was thinking we could give him a mohawk. Maybe shave it all off."

The mere thought of losing his hair made Steve protectively reach for it. His hair was his pride and joy. As much as he hated to admit it, he was more than physically attached to the locks on his head.

"Nu-uh, Munson. How'd you like it if I cut your hair?" Y/N replied, raising an eyebrow at him and daring him to attempt to lie to her.

Neither of them blinked. In fact, they both stood there staring at each other until Steve began to look uncomfortable. Finally, Eddie gave in. "I would....n't, I wouldn't like it," he admitted, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly as the words left his mouth.

Life as a buzzed dude was not the fondest memories Eddie had of growing up. There was no way he'd subject another person to that. Having a luscious head of hair is a young man's right. His father had been bald and Eddie was determined not to end up like his old man in any way, shape or form.

"Had a buzz cut once because Tiffany Davies stuck her gum in my hair and my uncle couldn't get it out. I'd rather not go back to that."

"See you at band practice then, Steven. Edwin will give you the details."

"That's not my name!"

"Later Edmund."

With that Y/N was out of the store, leaving the two boys behind. Eddie's eyebrows furrowed and he turned his attention to Steve. "I hate you."

"That's not bandmate behaviour, Eddie-boy."

Band practice came around too soon for Eddie's liking. Yet, as always he drove to Y/N's house to pick her up as per usual. He knocked on her front door and wasn't too surprised when Mrs L/N answered the door instead of her daughter. "Eddie! How are you, lovely?"

"Better now I've seen you, ma'am," he jokingly flirted, grinning broadly as she slapped his arm. Her parents were kind to him, which was so weird.

Historically, parents aren't too fond of the weird rocker guy that hangs out with their teenage daughter and gets high with her but Eddie must've won them over during Y/N's time in the band. Or maybe it was just because he flirted with them. Both of her parents were targets of his good natured compliments.

"Y/N! Your boyfriend is trying to steal my wife again!" Mr L/N yelled from his seat in the living room as she walked down the stairs. His eyes glinted with laughter as her face flushed at the name he'd called Eddie. No matter how many times she'd corrected them, they never seemed to believe her.

Smiling softly as he leaned against the doorframe, Eddie shoved his hands deep in his jacket pockets and watched Y/N's every move with careful interest. He playfully wolf whistled when she passed him to walk to his van.

"Shut it."

"That was because your dad looks very handsome in that polo shirt of his. Not everything's about you, princess."

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the knowing looks they were getting from her parents. He chuckled at her actions and let himself give in completely, following after her willingly. He loved the way she held on to his hand, the feeling of it being so small and warm and soft against his.

They got to his van and began the journey to the studio - also known as Gareth's garage - as they bickered about what station they should listen to, why his van was always a mess and "I really don't see what he is going to bring to the table."

"He can carry a tune well enough," she argued back, laughing at the expression he threw at her. She poked him in the bicep. "Plus, he's pretty enough to entice a crowd."

His voice was super high as he repeated, "Pretty!?" And yep, that was definitely a blush covering his cheeks. He coughed awkwardly and muttered a quiet, "Do you, uh, do you think I'm pretty?"

"God no," she said, completely deadpan, but quickly scrambled to reassure, "I was kidding. You're a beaut. A total knockout, Eds. So, so handsome," when his face fell. It didn't seem to work so she shimmied as close to him as possible, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "You've got those beautiful big brown eyes and your hair curls so nicely and when you smile....I could just sit here and look at you forever. Did you know, Ed? Forever!"

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips and he slowly began pulling his gaze off the road so that he could stare directly into her eyes. He was blushing harder and Y/N grinned at the sight of it, leaning forward to nudge her nose against his.

"You're making it really difficult to drive."

Her teasing continued until they finally made it to the garage and he was finally able to park and turn off the engine. Stepping out of the vehicle, they heard loud voices shouting. Gareth and Steve were arguing about something. It wasn't hard to figure out what it was about.

"Don't touch my drumsticks!"

"I simply moved them so I wouldn't sit on them!"

"So you admit you put your filthy fucking hands on them!" Gareth snorted, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. Steve was breathing heavily and was ready to start a fight that wasn't needed.

"My hands are not dirty."

"Yes, they are."

"Are not."

"Are, too."

They kept arguing as the other half of the band arrived, looking amused by their interaction. Y/N and Eddie walked inside the garage and the pair stopped squabbling as soon as they saw their bandmates. Steve looked relieved as he spotted them and Gareth's expression softened, even though he was still scowling slightly.

"Glad to see you two are getting along," Eddie teased, rolling his eyes at the glare he received. Y/N shook her head at her friend as she stepped past him to help Steve set up, not before Eddie slapped her ass for good measure.

Steve huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're such a dick," he grumbled under his breath, shooting an irritated glance at his friend who winked cheekily in return. No, he must focus on making a good impression. His skills as a musician might be improving quite a bit since he'd started practising again, but playing in a real band was still not something he had ever done before.

He was still new, unsure of the dynamics of everything and just wanted to try his best in whatever he ended up doing. This was going to be his chance and he needed to keep cool and confident in his abilities.

"Don't sweat it, hon," Y/N whispered as she patted his shoulder lightly and flashed him a reassuring smile. He sighed and looked down at where she touched him, only for his face to heat up at the contact.

Oh dear lord, what had he gotten himself into?

"Show us what you've got, Harrington," Eddie said as he stretched his arms above his head in a dramatic manner and, when Y/N stood beside him, he slid them around her shoulder casually. She didn't say anything. She just gave Steve a quick wink when his gaze met hers. It was a sign for him to relax. No matter what, she had his back.

So, Steve started to strum the opening to 'Hit Me With Your Best Shot.'

Before he'd reached the chorus, Eddie waved for him to stop. "Hang on," he said, holding up a finger. "Need to hear something faster."

"Ed, at least let him get to the solo half way through," Y/N argued as she nudged at his side. It looked as if he was about to argue back then she looked up at him and smiled sweetly at him, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Oh. He knew exactly what that expression meant and that look alone nearly sent his knees buckling under him.

"Alright, alright," he conceded reluctantly, allowing Y/N to gesture that Steve should continue.

And Steve did just that. Admittedly, he looked a little more nervous that Eddie would stop him again so Y/N did the singing for him in an effort to relieve some of his worries. He nodded appreciatively at her and readied himself for the guitar solo, which he aced, much to Y/N's delight.

There was no doubt how her cheering made Steve feel all giddy inside. Especially when he saw her grin as she clapped excitedly when he finished the song. "Stevie-boy! Pat Benatar would be proud of you right now!" She exclaimed as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug while Steve tried to suppress the goofy grin spreading across his face at the compliment.

When they pulled apart, Y/N glanced around at the rest of the band. They were trying their best to seem bored by the show they'd seen, but then Eddie held his hand towards Steve. "Corroded Coffin welcomes King Steve. Just don't fuck it up," he warned him jokingly and the boys shook hands then did some sort of awkward bro hug.

Through the next couple of weeks, Steve was put through 'Edward Munson's School of Hard Rock'. Eddie even made a sign and everything - a sign that was very quickly changed to read Cock instead of Rock by Gareth. It was a boot camp to make sure Steve knew his Hetfield's from Halen's.

Then Y/N took over for the makeover.

"I don't see why I have to come along," Eddie whined as the trio made their way into the store.

"I need an informed second opinion."

They made their way around with Y/N and Eddie arguing about what clothes would look best on Steve while Steve stood in the middle of it all, watching their interactions with his head turning like he was witnessing a game of ping pong every time they made a point.

"Munson is making it sound way too complicated. The clothes are one thing, sure, but most of it is about confidence."

"Kinda true. Still, he can't wear that, sweetheart."

Looking down at his outfit - a mustard sweater and clean blue jeans - Steve frowned. What was wrong with his outfit? He liked his shirt; it fit him snugly and the sleeves had slipped past his wrists comfortably without it being too tight.

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Y/N came to stand next to Eddie as he held out one of the shirts she suggested in front of Steve's chest. Steve looked between his own shirt and the one before him as if he were thinking of saying something, but in the end he closed his mouth tightly.

"We don't want to force him too far out of his comfort zone so getting him stuff he would usually wear in darker colours is step number one, sweetheart," Y/N came to the conclusion out loud and looked at Eddie for confirmation, who simply shrugged.

"I guess that makes sense."

Steve nodded and smiled softly as Y/N handed him another black shirt. "Let's see..." she mused aloud, "What else...oh, maybe this? Do you like this?" As she asked this question she held up a simple grey Metallica shirt and held it out to Steve who thought it looked good enough and he now knew who Metallica was. "Okay, we'll get you a pair or two black jeans and rip them ourselves. What about rings? Are you comfortable wearing rings?"

"Yeah, I think I am."

Eddie couldn't help but mockingly repeat what Steve had said and Y/N giggled as she hit his arm gently.

"Well, let's get you some nice rings then."

As she talked and laughed with Steve about what he should buy, Eddie couldn't help but sneak glances at Steve when he thought no one's attention was on him. His heart ached when he saw Steve's soft smile directed towards Y/N, who was going along happily to Steve's very obvious flirting. Wait....was he jealous of Y/N? Or Steve? Or both?

No, surely, this was impossible. But yet there it was. A small seed of jealousy planted itself in Eddie's mind and grew. Maybe he was just overreacting. Maybe he was imagining things. Yeah. That was it.

Once all of Steve's new clothes had been acquired, the trio was about to leave the mall before Y/N remembered, "Oh shit, I've got to buy a new bra because my lucky one finally called it quits. You guys wanna come with me? Or are you going to stay here?" The boys glanced at each other and nodded eagerly in agreement as she headed off towards the lingerie shop. They were hot on her heels, eager to watch.

"What do you think?" She inquired holding a particularly red lacy one to her chest as she turned around. It's safe to say that both boys were a little flustered.

"Me? Or..." They both awkwardly exclaimed, simultaneously pointing at themselves then the other one.

"Whoever wants to answer."

A few seconds of silence passed between the three of them until one finally spoke up. "Definitely sexier than the one you've got on now," Eddie complimented with a cocky grin.

Her lips twitched upward but Y/N ignored him, instead deciding to ask Steve, "You?" Her voice went up in an almost hopeful tone as she eyed him expectantly. His cheeks flushed a light shade of pink at her words and he fiddled nervously with the hem of his shirt. His heart thundered against his chest and butterflies danced crazily inside his stomach when he heard her question directed at him.

"Yeah, um," he stuttered, his voice barely audible, "Definitely sexy."

That seemed to give her some encouragement because she bought that one without hesitation, leaving the other two dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events. The boys gave each other a look, each trying to hide how pink their cheeks had gotten.

"Come on, losers!" Y/N shouted out cheerfully as she skipped away from them and towards where Steve had parked his car with a smile on her face and a bra in her shopping bag that was dangling in her hand as she bounced along. Eddie and Steve followed behind after they had exchanged a look that clearly stated 'I'm going to look at her ass, don't tell her' and nodded in solidarity.

Back at Y/N's house, which was just over the road from Steve's, the trio made their way up to her room for the final stage of the makeover test. But first they had to go through the motions with her parents. "Is that little Steven I see?" Her mother cooed as she opened the door and immediately began peppering Steve with questions about his entire life since she'd seen him last. That was probably when he was twelve and a lot in his life had changed since then. "Look at you! So handsome!"

"More handsome than me, Mrs L/N?" Eddie pouted as he poked his head around Steve's shoulder. She shot him an amused glance as she ushered the group in.

"Oh Eddie, it's not a competition," she chuckled before giving him a friendly smack on the back of the head. She turned to Y/N with a bright smile on her face. "You know the rules - door open."

"Ai Ai, Captain." Y/N saluted her father. "Don't worry, I promise I'll make sure they behave," she told him with a wink before taking Steve and Eddie by the hand and leading them into her room.

As they entered, Steve couldn't help but look around her room curiously. From the posters of different bands on her walls to the bookshelf full of comics and the keyboard in the corner, it was just like he had imagined. Eddie, on the other hand, had been here enough times and immediately fell onto her bed, lying flat out so his head rested on her pillow.

He always did that. Every time he'd entered her room, Eddie would feel tired and soft and comfortable so Y/N was used to it at this point. She sat beside him, resting up against her headboard, and casually ran her hand through his hair while watching Steve take in the room with wide eyes.

"Dude, are you napping?" Steve suddenly questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as his gaze zoned in on Y/N's gentle caresses. There was some part of Steve's head that knew for a fact that Eddie's hair would be fun to run your fingers through, but he shook that thought away

"Uh, yeah. I'm super tired." Eddie replied honestly as his eyes slowly drifted shut. "You two and your 'passion for fashion' really zapped all my fuckin energy."

Steve wanted to deny that he was fond of seeing Eddie sleepy and looking more peaceful than usual, but he couldn't. Instead, he decided to keep quiet and watch as his buddy cuddled closer to Y/N and wrapped his arms around her like she was a teddy bear. And even though it shouldn't have been surprising, Steve found himself smiling brightly at their intimate display.

It wasn't a big deal, right? They were friends. It didn't mean anything. Yet, it still made him happy knowing they trusted him with such a private moment. It felt like they were letting him into their little bubble. Like everything was okay and they felt safe enough around him not to hold anything back.

When he thought Eddie had fallen asleep, Steve complimented, "He looks a lot calmer in his sleep, don't you think. Almost, I don't know, sweet-looking? Like he hasn't done heroin in the school bathroom at twelve pm on a Tuesday," and was rewarded with a hearty, but sleepy, chuckle from the 'sweet-looking' boy.

"Why thank you, big boy."

"You can be a real jerk sometimes you know that? Seriously."

"A sweet-looking jerk."

Y/N chuckled. "God, just kiss already." Which caused Eddie to bite at her hip playfully and pull her slightly closer to him. With one chaste little peck on his bite, Eddie settled back down to sleep, but this time he had a goofy grin thanks to Steve's compliment.

While Eddie was sleeping, Y/N discussed whether Steve was comfortable wearing make-up and his answer was "Yes... as long as my dad doesn't find out," and she remembered how traditional Mr Harrington was.

"Go through my make up bag and see if you like any of it," She instructed and he quickly rummaged through her makeup case. He pulled a tube of mascara from her case and examined it, squinting his eyes as he tried to read the tiny writing on its side.

"What does this do?"

"It makes your lashes look longer."

"Why?"

"Helps enlarge the look of the eyes."

One by one, he asked what each product was and what its use was. When he came across some lip gloss, he picked one bottle up with a smirk before stating, "I accidentally used this when I was working at Scoops because I thought it was chapstick and it tasted good."

There was no way she was passing on this opportunity. Excitedly, she urged him to "Put it on. I want to see what you looked like." So he obliged with an enthusiastic nod and applied the product liberally on his lips, playfully puckering and blowing her a kiss as soon as he was finished. Y/N giggled at the sight of his silly, adorable, dorkish act, which made him smile back.

"These lips and a god awful sailor's outfit, complete with the hat and everything."

"Wish I could've seen it," Y/N mused out loud as she stared dreamily at his lips before averting her attention back to her makeup bag. "Now, what's next?"

"Pencil thing."

Gently, she corrected him, "Eyeliner pencil." He was heavy handed when he drew a line on his hand and broke the tip. "Softer."

The next line he tried was a little wonky due to the jagged point, but it was a lot neater than the previous one. Y/N held her breath as he started to carefully outline the bottom of his eye, thinking he was going to poke himself at any moment but he didn't. Once he deemed his work satisfactory, he showed it off to her.

"Smudge it a little." He did in an instant. "There we go, hot stuff. Very sexy."

Steve felt weird. A good weird or a bad weird? Didn't matter. He liked both. He was enjoying this too much, that was obvious, but there was also something else. It was hard to explain, but he knew it existed. It was like a strange sort of comfortable warmth, filling him up like never before.

Now, he understood Eddie and why he passed out as soon as he arrived. He was completely at ease in her bedroom. Y/N's room was open, it was comfy, it allowed them to be whatever they wanted to be. In one word, her room was safe.

"Do you two do this often?" He asked, gesturing to Y/N's hand in Eddie's hair whilst she continued to stroke her fingers through it.

"Sometimes when he has trouble falling asleep, which has been more frequent in the last month or so," she explained. "Or maybe when his brain is racing and he needs a distraction, I try to calm his mind and let him focus his thoughts on things that make him happy instead of negative ones."

"Like music?"

"Exactly like music." He watched as she smiled softly down at her friend and he couldn't help but mimic her smile. "It's nice."

There was no doubt that it seemed nice. Steve could imagine it. Everything in his body wanted Y/N to let him use her as a pillow and run her hands all through his hair, just as she was doing to Eddie. It was written all over his face.

"Make-up wipes are in the draw on the left," she said, diverting his gaze to Eddie. Gently, she caressed his cheek and cooed, "Hey stupid, can you squish over a bit please?" when he opened his bleary eyes. Eddie groaned but moved over, allowing space on the other side of her. Y/N patted the gap beside her for Steve to take.

Without wasting another second, Steve did just that. There wasn't much room to spare so Y/N brought her arm around Eddie and pulled him closer until his head was resting comfortably in the crook of her neck. It made Steve's heart flutter and butterflies erupt in his stomach. He loved how close they were. Loved how calm they seemed to feel with each other. Loved feeling like they were finally, truly safe.

"Are you comfortable?" She whispered in Eddie's ear, her voice low and sweet like honey. He nodded without saying a word so her fingers gently carded through his hair again, stroking it until the urge to fall asleep again became too much for him to ignore.

Within a few minutes, Eddie had returned to the land of Nod. Steve watched in amusement as he snored lightly, Y/N's finger moving soothingly along his cheekbone. She kept her voice low as she whispered, "He pretends to be all metal and gruff. Nope. He's actually a huge softie under all that."

Soft? Of all the adjectives Steve would apply to Eddie, soft had never come up before. Idiotic, yes. Heroic. Strange, most definitely. Soft? It did seem to fit him though.

"All the bullying kind of forced him into it," she added, sighing quietly. "I know he tries to hide it from everyone, but it did really get to him. It still does sometimes."

"Did... did he tell you why?"

"No, but I've caught glimpses and snippets of his past," she admitted after taking a while to consider how to describe everything he shared with her without overstepping Eddie's boundaries. "Despite everything, he's still kind and gentle and caring… to a fault, no matter how tough he acts."

As she spoke, her thumb rubbed along Eddie's cheekbone lovingly and Steve couldn't tear his eyes away from how adoringly she gazed at Eddie's peacefully sleeping form. She must have noticed the sudden silence that followed her words because she immediately apologised, "Sorry. This is probably way too sappy. You don't have to listen to this if-"

She was interrupted by Steve's quick response. "No, I wanna." His voice was soft and it only added more to the atmosphere between them. She turned her head slightly to meet Steve's eyes that shone with sincerity, admiration and a hint of something else. She was unable to name it, but she recognized that it was more than friendship, more than mere acquaintanceship, yet something.

Something different. Something new. Something...more.

Yet, their tender moment was interrupted by Y/N's mother. "Honey, I said to leave the door open," her mother reprimanded, her voice too loud for Eddie and forcing him to shoot awake, alert and confused. "Oh sorry, lovely. I didn't know you'd drifted off."

"Was dreaming of you, Mrs L/N," he sluggishly flirted, rubbing his bleary eyes and giving a weak wink before returning his head back to Y/N's chest.

"Eddie, stop. You're going to make me blush, dear," Mrs L/N chuckled fondly before turning her focus back to her daughter. "Are you friends staying for dinner?"

"Up to them."

Both boys let out a polite "Yes please!" at the same time. Mrs L/N nodded and smiled at their responses before making her way to the kitchen.

For a moment, Eddie completely forgot that Steve was there. He nuzzled further into her, mumbled, "Yaw comfy" in a weird, childish accent and placed a peck against her cheek. Steve laughed as he observed the scene playing out in front of him with amusement.

"Ah, Harrington!"

Eddie quickly sat up at the sound of Steve's voice, losing balance and falling off the bed entirely. With Y/N laughing at him and Steve smirking smugly, they managed to get the poor boy back onto the bed safely. Eddie grumbled some profanities under his breath while he adjusted his clothes and got his bearings. "I'm okay. I'm okay," he said, brushing himself off, not bothering to look at Steve who was now chuckling to himself. "Shut up, Harrington."

"I didn't even say anything."

Y/N was watching them in amusement, still holding back a laugh until Eddie suddenly stopped in place as he noticed a small smear of black by Steve's eye. "He put eyeliner on," he pointed accusingly towards Steve, who simply shrugged.

"So what if I did?"

"Did he look hot?"

"Smoking," Y/N said with a grin, which only caused Steve to blush furiously.

During dinner the boys tried to keep their squabbling to a minimum but some teasing remarks slipped through the cracks. Like when Steve accidentally bumped Eddie's elbow and the former mumbled, "Get your fat elbow away from me."

And the latter responded, "Not as fat as your head."

Mrs L/N soon set them straight with a glare that only a mother could give, which was something that neither of them had really experienced before. Eddie's mother had died when he was young. Steve, on the other hand, his mother was rather carefree and unrestrictive when it came to discipline - Mrs Harrington was far more focused on Mr Harrington's affairs than effectively raising their son.

Then before they knew it, it was dark outside and time to bid the L/N's goodbye. Steve had his cheeks squeezed and told to come around anytime his parents were out as Y/N's mother thought "A young man such as yourself, and I don't mean to be rude, you look as if you can only make ready meals," and she was one hundred percent correct.

While Steve was being assaulted with maternal love, Eddie was busy winking at Mr L/N and making the old man chuckle. "Looking good, sir. You've definitely put some muscle on since my last visit."

"Yeah yeah, lay the flattery on thick, kid." Mr L/N ruffled Eddie's hair. "My car is making that god awful clunking sound, mind popping over when you're free to have a look? See what all the fuss is about?"

"Would be an honour, sir."

Honestly, Y/N wasn't surprised how quickly the pair of them had charmed her parents. It was almost impossible to imagine Steve being intimidating or cold, much less friendly. And Eddie was far too playful for anyone who spent five minutes with him to find him scary in any way shape or form.

"Y/N?" Steve piped up, drawing Y/N out of her reverie. She looked at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow. Steve cleared his throat, fidgeting a little uncomfortably as he continued. "Uh... I just wanted to say..." he began before pausing to gather his courage to say his next sentence. "Thanks for today and the clothes and everything. I'll try my best not to mess up my band duties."

"You will absolutely mess up," she replied, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite herself. "We all have. Eddie forgot to tune his guitar a couple of weeks back. Gareth snaps his sticks all the time. And it's rare we get through a performance without me forgetting the lyrics at least once."

Her smile faded, a pensive expression washing over her features. "It's never perfect. You've just got to try each week and hope that it turns out okay."

Fuck, that was a total relief to Steve. He'd not said anything but the idea of performing was so nerve inducing for him that it made him feel like shit. To think that someone as kind and wonderful and amazing as Y/N - a girl whose whole heart seemed to glow whenever she smiled and had a voice that could charm the birds from the trees - could possibly mess up too was so relieving to hear. And, if she thought he wouldn't mess up too badly and ruin the show then it must be true, right?

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He was quick to give her a hug that she eagerly returned. Steve pulled back after a few moments, smiling sheepishly, trying not to blush too obviously as he muttered, "See you tomorrow."

As soon as her embrace with Steve ended, Y/N was pulled backwards by the hips until her back hit Eddie's front. His arms snaked themselves around her waist and pulled her closer as he kissed her temple lovingly. "G'night, princess," he whispered before leaning in and kissing her cheek. His kiss lingered for a couple seconds before he finally stepped back, releasing her from his hold reluctantly.

"Bye boys!" Y/N chirped. "Be safe. Try not to do anything reckless, okay?!"

"Dude, that last bit was definitely directed at you."

"Shut it, Harrington."

Despite the fact that Steve only lived opposite, Eddie walked him home. The rocker insisted on it, even though he hadn't told his buddy that. But Steve didn't mind. In fact, if he was honest, he felt honoured.

"Hey, man. I, uh, I want to apologise if anything Tommy and I did or said ever, you know... got to you. Or hurt you or, uh-"

Steve was interrupted by the huge bear hug that Eddie pulled him into. It took Steve off guard momentarily, but quickly returned the embrace, laughing as he hugged the older boy tightly. He could barely breathe, but he didn't mind. They were friends, after all. There was no harm done in the end. No big deal. Besides, they needed each other. Just friends though. Nothing more.

"No, no it's fine, man. Really. Don't sweat it. Everything is cool," Eddie assured him, loosening his grip but not releasing his hold. They stood in each other's arms for a bit before they realised what they were doing and hastily broke the embrace.

"Oh. Oh, shit, sorry," Steve exclaimed, blushing furiously as he stared down at the ground. "Uh... I should go. Uh."

"Right. Right, yeah! Of course. Yeah, um, bye." Eddie waved awkwardly. As awkward as it was for him, seeing his friend acting so nervous was kinda cute. A light chuckle slipped past his lips and he shook his head slightly as he made his way to his van.

Once he reached his vehicle, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he leaned against the wheel, accidentally pressing the horn and scaring himself. He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before driving off.

Chapter 2: Best Of Both Worlds

[zippocreed501]

Dr Terror's House of Horrors (1965)

Christopher Lee, Peter Cushing, Alan 'Fluff' Freeman (a bizarre piece of casting, as Freeman was a famous DJ at the BBC before and after the film's release), Neil McCallum, all-around entertainer Roy Castle and a young Donald Sutherland.

[clemsfilmdiary]

The Best of April 2023

Best Discovery: Husbands

Best Rewatch: The Day of the Locust

           Close Second: Dog Day Afternoon

           Runners Up: Diary of a Mad Housewife, The Honeymoon Killers, Who'll Stop the Rain

Most Enjoyable Fluff: The Perfection

           Runners Up: A Picture of Her, The Coca-Cola Kid, Cool as Ice, Willie Dynamite

Oddity of the Month: Willie Dynamite

           Runner Up: The Perfection

Best Male Performance: Al Pacino in Dog Day Afternoon

           Runners Up: Richard Benjamin and Frank Langella in Diary of a Mad Housewife, John Cassavetes, Peter Falk and Ben Gazzara in Husbands, Tony Lo Bianco in The Honeymoon Killers, Nick Nolte in Who'll Stop the Rain

Best Female Performance: Karen Black in The Day of the Locust

           Runners Up: Carrie Snodgress in Diary of a Mad Housewife, Shirley Stoler in The Honeymoon Killers, Tuesday Weld in Who'll Stop the Rain

Best Supporting Performance or Cameo: Donald Sutherland in The Day of the Locust

           Runners Up: John Cazale, Charles Durning, Susan Peretz and Chris Sarandon in Dog Day Afternoon, Delores Delmar and Jenny Runacre in Husbands, Jackie Earle Haley, Burgess Meredith and Geraldine Page in The Day of the Locust, Mary Jane Higby in The Honeymoon Killers, Richard Masur in Who'll Stop the Rain

Most Enjoyable Ham: Franco Nero in High Crime

           Runners Up: Tyler Hynes in A Picture of Her, Vanilla Ice in Cool as Ice, Sylvia Miles in Farewell, My Lovely, Eric Roberts in The Coca-Cola Kid, Roger Robinson and Diana Sands in Willie Dynamite

Best Mise-en-scène: The Day of the Locust

           Runners Up: Dog Day Afternoon, Easy Rider, Farewell, My Lovely, Husbands

Best Score: The Day of the Locust (John Barry)

Best Cartoon: Ye Olden Days

           Runners Up: Baby Puss, The CooCoo Nut Grove, Thrills and Chills

Best Hunk: Jeff Bridges in Against All Odds

Assorted Pleasures:

- All-out fashion show of flamboyant pimpwear in Willie Dynamite

- Bloodcurdling expressionistic nightmare sequence in The Day of the Locust

[ed-mnsn]

i wrote some toe curling peter sutherland smut please read <3

[sutherkins]

for the peter sutherland girlies 💌

people had always judged him. it came with having a father who was branded a traitor. he didn’t even care when people talked about him, but now the conspiracy nuts were targeting you. a completely innocent person, all because you had chosen to associate with him. he didn’t understand it, didn’t think he ever would. and to make it worse, you wouldn’t even let him defend you.

if you were being honest you didn’t really mind the rumors. at least, not the ones about you. the things people said about you bore no comparison to the horrible lies they spread about peter simply because of who his father was.

“why won’t you let me defend you?” peter asks one night when they’re in bed, some random show on the history channel playing in the background.

you sigh. “puppy, the things those people say about me are even close to as bad as the things people say about you.” shifting in bed slightly closer to him and taking his hand in yours. “besides, as stupid as it is, you have to keep your head down a little. if not for yourself then at least for me. you’ve worked so hard to get where you are and i don’t want some idiots on a the internet to ruin that.”

peter squeezes your hand and remains calm even though a fire was brewing inside when he thought of the things those people said about you. “you see the things they say about you, right?”

a moment passes. “yes.”

“the things they say about you aren’t just nothing. i can barely make it reading through a couple without wanting to punch someone. not that i go looking for them or anything, it’s just frustrating. at least the people talking about me have a story to run with about the son of a traitor. you haven’t done anything wrong. how do you deal with it? that kind of hate, specifically?”

you mute the tv now, being able to tell this was going to be a longer conversation than you anticipated. “you mean the misogyny?”

peter nods.

“i don’t know if what i do is dealing with it, really. none of the things they say are true. about you or me. i know who i am and i know who you are, too. of course it hurts that lies are being spread about me just because of who i love, and it hurts that there are people out there with so much hate in their heart that they feel the need to take it out on me. and on you. but they’re wrong. that’s enough for me.”

a couple seconds pass before you speak again, “i’ll still defend you from stupid trolls online though.”

“so you can do it but i can’t?” he smiles.

you love his smile and wished it was a permanent fixture on his face. “pretty much, bub. i know you don’t like talking about it too much but, you deserve it.”

“and you don’t?”

narrowing your eyes at him, you tell him, “that’s not what i’m saying, you dork. im saying you deserve to have someone looking out for you. i already have someone to look out for me no matter what. you’ve been doing it since we met.”

peters eyes haven’t moved from yours, and they’re full of love for you. “it’s weird.”

you tilt your head. “what is?”

“having someone look out for me. i haven’t had someone do that for me in a while. even when i was with zoe.” he meant it. you were always supportive of him and it never wavered, even when he told you who his father was. when he needed someone to lean on, he always knew you’d be there with open arms.

you smiled softly, your hand reaching up to touch his face. “i kinda figured. it’s not that i don’t want or appreciate your support, i promise. you give so much to me without even thinking about it and i wanted and still want to do the same for you. you’re a good man, peter. the best man i’ve ever known. it kills me knowing what you’ve been through and that no one even bothered to support you afterwards.”

a couple minutes pass, his eyes closed and your palm resting on his cheek. peter savors this moment of peace and unconditional love that he hasn’t known in a long time. soon his left hand was moving towards yours, gently grabbing it and giving it a short kiss. “i love you. you know that, right?”

“i do.” you lean forward to kiss his forehead, feeling the tension leave his body from just your touch. “you know i love you too, right? i know you sometimes have a hard time accepting it because it’s not what you’re used to, but i love you with everything i’ve got. nothing’ll ever change that and i mean it. you’re kinda stuck with me.”

peter lets out a small chuckle, bringing you close to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. “i know. i may not always understand it, but i know.”

[alittlehurtwithyourcomfort]

about this blog!!! (whumplist and fanfic master post)

- what is a whumplist? -

- whumplist plans -

this is a blog primarily focused on whump + hurt/comfort! i will be posting whump lists, fanfics, reblogging posts, etc.

this blog will always be emetophobe safe and will have tw’s!!! feel free to submit asks and have discussions. 

here is a handy place where you can navigate my blog!!!

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whumplists: 

total: 18

🇰🇷: 4

🇺🇸: 10

🇬🇧: 1 

🇸🇪: 1

🇨🇦: 2

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kdramas 🇰🇷:

tomorrow (jun-woong) 

the sound of magic (ri-eul, il-deung)

the uncanny counter: counter punch (so mun)

vigilante (kim ji yong)

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american 🇺🇸: 

tv shows: 

supernatural (jack kline) 

moon knight (steven grant, marc spector) 

the originals (klaus mikaelson)

cobra kai (miguel diaz, robby keene) (will update with new season in 2024)

outer banks (john b, JJ)  (will update with new season in 2024)

9-1-1 (evan “buck” buckley, edmundo “eddie” diaz, albert han) (updated with each episode starting march 14th, 2024)

the night agent (peter sutherland)

movies: 

the karate kid (1984)

the karate kid part 2 (1986)

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british 🇬🇧: 

humans (leo elster)

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swedish 🇸🇪:

young royals (wilhelm, simon) (will update with new season after march 11th, 2024)

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animation:

canadian 🇨🇦:

lego ninjago (lloyd, cole, jay, zane, kai)

lego ninjago: dragons rising (lloyd, cole, jay, zane, kai) (will update with new season after april 4th, 2024)

american 🇺🇸:

the dragon prince (callum) (will update with new season in 2024)

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in progress (unposted) ❌: 

the librarians (ezekiel jones)

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fanfics:

genshin fics:

it’s killing me to see you this way - traveler-centric (aether), hurt/comfort, 29k+ words, 5/5 chapters

tomorrow is another day - beidou and xiao friendship, hurt/comfort, 1k+ words, one-shot (prompt fill)

9-1-1 fics:

the shadows slowly melted as i was hunkered down - evan buckley, eddie diaz (buddie), emotional hurt/comfort, 2.5k+ words, one-shot (BTHB prompt fill)

batfamily fics:

two birds on a wire - dick grayson, tim drake, bruce wayne (no ships), hurt/comfort, 4k+ words, one-shot (BTHB prompt fill)

ninjago fics:

but you're worried, i know- cole, zane, (glacier), hurt/comfort and fluff, 2.5k+ words, one-shot (BTHB prompt fill)

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asks/requests and more: 

whump question challenge

[underoospeterparker]

peter helping his princess with her skincare and taking off her makeup before bed bc shes really tired 🥺

this can be read as either peter parker (mcu) or peter sutherland (night agent)

after the longest day, you had fallen asleep in his car when he was driving you both home. he smiled, hand landing on your thigh to rub reassuring circles on your leg.

you still didn’t stir, completely passed out. peter, being the best boyfriend, let you sleep for the rest of the ride home.

once you reached, he climbed out of the car and then made his way over to your door, gently lifting you into his arms.

you blinked, then slightly shifted to press your face into his shirt. chuckling, your boyfriend kissed your forehead lightly, closing the car door with his foot.

he unlocked the house door, then once you made it inside he locked it again. he was obsessed with your safety above everything else.

bringing you into your shared room, he laid you down on the bed before detaching himself from you.

whimpering, you opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright light of the bedroom. you tugged on his shirt, wanting him to cuddle with you.

his face softened, and he whispered a soft, “be right back, sweetheart.”

he quickly made his way into the bathroom, taking out your makeup remover from the cupboard and some of your creams that you put on every night before sleeping.

returning to you, he murmured, “can you sit up f’me?”

his words made you groan lightly and you forced yourself to sit up, head resting against the headboard.

he pressed some of your remover onto a cotton pad and then cupped your face in one of his large hands.

your face was questioning as he lifted the other to your face, dabbing at your makeup. “what’re you doing, baby?” you asked. “i can do that,” you added, trying to grab the cotton from his hands.

he gently pushed you away. “let me do it for you, okay? you’re so tired, princess. jus’ sit there and relax.”

you gave him a sleepy smile before closing your eyes so he could finish removing your makeup.

once he was done with your creams, he lifted you into his arms again to take you to the bathroom. he delicately set you down next to the sink, and your head lolled back against the cupboard.

"c'mon, sweetheart," he said, pressing a bit of toothpaste onto your brush before handing it over to you.

you nodded, then proceeded to brush your teeth at the same time as peter, his arm wrapped around your waist to support your weight and make sure you didn't fall.

when you were both done, you would have almost fell when you hopped off the sink, had it not been for your boyfriend steadying you, laughing at your clumsiness.

"so sleepy tonight, huh?" he teased, pressing you into his side as he walked the two of you back to the bed.

"mmm," you murmured, slipping back under the covers. peter got in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms as you sighed in happiness.

your boyfriend splayed a protective arm on your stomach, taking ahold of your hand to rub circles on your thumb. he gave you a kiss, then whispered, "now rest your pretty little head, baby."

"love you, pete. thanks for taking care of me," you said, words muffled by his shirt.

"always will, sweetheart," he murmured. "love you too."

[misscongeniality18]

REQUESTS OPEN

I am currently taking requests! I want to get into writing reader fics on Tumblr because I hardly have any time to write my fics on Wattpad, BUT I have no idea what to write, so send in some requests please! I'll write just about anything; fluff, angst, smut, etc.

As for what, you can comment something and I'll tell you if I've watched it. Or you can just send a request in anyway! I like to listen to music when I write, so add a song if you want!

(I have included some of the tags that I read for reference.)

Here is a guide to help you create requests if you're stuck!

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Best Serial Killer Movies of the ’90s Ranked

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Someone must have left the freezer door in the morgue open, because grisly reminders of the past are thawing before our eyes. You can see it this weekend with the release of John Lee Hancock’s The Little Things, a throwback to the days when movie stars hung out at crime scenes instead of in spandex, and it’ll be more apparent next month with the launch of Clarice, a television spinoff of 1991’s The Silence of the Lambs. All the evidence points to only one conclusion: the serial killer thrillers of the ‘90s are back!

Not that we’re complaining. For a macabre minute or two, every Hollywood name appeared eager to play either the detective or the killer—the hunter or the obsessed, which often proved interchangeable for both characters. Granted that means there can be something formulaic about many of these movies. Yet they can also be bleak, hard-edged, and ambiguous. From our modern gaze, where the dominant studio conventions prefer reassuring morality tales and sunny lighting, these movies’ preference for shadows and discomfort in the mainstream is kind of startling.

So grab your magnifying glass and fortify your stomach, because we’re about to revisit some of the best (and worst) of ‘90s serial killer thrillers. (Also this list is strictly for the decade when the genre was at its height and it excludes slasher movies like Scream, which may feature serial killers but were not exactly adult-oriented thrillers.)

12. Eye of the Beholder (1999)

Eye of the Beholder is a tonal oddity that only passingly flirts with the conventions of ‘90s serial killer thrillers, all while it tries to pay homage to (read: rip-off) Alfred Hitchcock. But any credit it deserves for deviation—including making Ashley Judd’s central femme fatale the killer—it loses in execution. As a muddied, impenetrable tale about an intelligence officer (Ewan McGregor) who spies on and falls in love with a serial killer, Eye of the Beholder is a scattershot of bad ideas that run the gamut from ludicrous to misogynistic.

Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but this movie will close the lids over your pupils inside of 30 minutes.

11. Nightwatch (1997)

It feels a little mean to rag on Ewan McGregor back-to-back, but maybe serial killer movies just aren’t his genre? That could be at least one takeaway from an ill-advised double feature of Eye of the Beholder and Nightwatch, the latter of which is a remake of a 1994 Danish film that I’ve not seen… and probably won’t since both the original film and American remake are directed by the same man.

McGregor plays medical student Martin here, a kid who gets an after school job by becoming the night watch security at the local morgue. But as a series of grisly prostitute murders pile up, Martin realizes he needs to figure out who the killer is—that or continue to be framed by the necrophiliac fiend who keeps coming by the morgue for one last liaison. It’s exactly as skeevy as it sounds. Do yourself a favor and go your whole life without hearing Nick Nolte sing “This Old Man” while climbing onto a corpse.

10. Natural Born Killers (1994)

The movie that Quentin Tarantino disowned, Natural Born Killers is a seedy mess based on a Tarantino script that was heavily rewritten by Oliver Stone, David Veloz, and Richard Rutowski. The concept itself is a seemingly inevitable escalation of the “bad romance outlaws” archetype that’s been floating around Hollywood since at least 1950’s Gun Crazy, and which was then made iconic by Bonnie & Clyde (1967).

But whereas those films relied on bank robbers living fast, Natural Born Killers descends into a seeming final form with Mickey and Mallory (Woody Harrelson and Juliette Lewis) as giddy serial killers who are eventually out for maximum carnage. Technically the pair are supposed to be presented as victims of traumatic child abuse—and who are then wrongfully glorified by the media. But Stone’s sloppy and tanked vision lacks the discipline to achieve anything beyond its maliciousness. Early sequences imagining Mallory’s abusive childhood like it’s a television sitcom, and later psychedelic visions of Robert Downey Jr.’s opportunistic news reporter as the Devil, do little to divorce the film from its shallow self-satisfaction in close-ups of heads being shot.

The movie came under controversy in the years after its release for inspiring alleged copycat killers as well as school shooters. It feels irresponsible to blame media for actual violence, but it’s still quite an indictment that Stone’s attempt to criticize media glorification became a favorite for many a disturbed individual with a gun.

9. Kiss the Girls (1997)

When studying competent, middle of the road Hollywood thrillers, Kiss the Girls is a solid place to start. As a decently made bit of studio convention, the movie is anchored by strong elements like Morgan Freeman as James Paterson’s literary hero, Alex Cross, and Ashley Judd as Kate, the victim who survives a masked killer’s attempt to abduct her into his harem.

Moments like Kate’s escape sequence through the North Carolina wilderness are effectively filled with adrenaline, and Judd particularly gives the salacious piece conviction. However, it is salacious to a fault. Even if the movie toned down the source novel’s even more lurid misogyny, the film studies Kate and the other victims with a lascivious male gaze, blurring sex with violence, real world horror with leering entertainment. Right down to its title, the film can be rightly criticized as Hollywood glamourizing another story about violence against women. Whether that damns the whole movie depends on the viewer, but it certainly keeps it low on our list.

8. The Bone Collector (1999)

Marketed with a hell of a tagline about there being thousands of taxi cabs in New York City that’ll get you home—and one that won’t—The Bone Collector is almost comically slavish to the clichés of ‘90s moviemaking. The wrinkle here is that after a faux cab driver begins abducting his victims off the street, the crime psychologist who must stop him is entirely stuck by his bedside. Due to a tragic accident, Denzel Washington’s Lincoln Rhyme is paralyzed from the neck down. Yet he is still able to catch serial killers by communicating in the earpiece of police officer Amelia Donaghy (an entirely unconvincing Angelina Jolie).

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Lost Girls Review: Netflix Takes on the Long Island Serial Killer

By Rosie Fletcher

Books

The Last Book on the Left Takes on the Grim History of Serial Killers

By Alec Bojalad

Together the pair stay one step behind the mystery killer’s tracks as he executes a series of increasingly gruesome and ridiculous murders. It’s preposterous, and in some ways a forerunner for Saw with the satisfaction it takes in absurd death traps, but Washington is effortlessly compelling, even when he never leaves his apartment. As a bit of absurd Hollywood fluff, right down to the ultimately lackluster unmasking of the killer, it can be entertaining, even if you’ll deny it afterward.

7. Copycat (1995)

More potent than I remembered, Copycat is a genuinely well-crafted Hollywood thriller that may not reinvent the wheel but takes it out for a damn good spin. In the driver’s seat is Sigourney Weaver as Dr. Helen Hudson, a criminal psychologist who is an expert on serial killers until one follows her into the bathroom after a guest lecture. He nearly hangs her from the ceiling. Following that white-knuckled opening, the film jumps years ahead and Helen has become agoraphobic and afraid to leave her home.

Yet when a local series of murders reveal the pattern of a predator imitating the methods of his favorite “celebrities”—one crime scene is like the Boston Strangler and another emulates the horrors of Jeffrey Dahmer—Helen is pulled out of retirement by a no-nonsense detective (Holly Hunter). The winning chemistry between Weaver and Hunter—who are refreshingly free from the studio-mandated romantic subplots in some of the other movies on this list—and the blunt force power of their performances aid this sincerely disquieting flick. A needlessly convoluted third act aside, the movie still works as a warning about the danger of fanboys a generation early.

6. Fallen (1998)

Denzel Washington appears again thanks to this clever supernatural spin on the serial killer genre. At the beginning of Fallen, Washington’s John Hobbes appears on top of the world. The serial killer he chased for years (Elias Koteas) is about to breathe deeply in the gas chamber. Yet after the lever is pulled, and with Koteas singing the Rolling Stones’ “Time is On My Side” until his last breath, a funny thing happens: the murders continue.

In fact, more than just the killings, strangers in the street sing “Time is On My Side” in Hobbes’ ear, and he soon realizes that he faces a devil of a killer whose been operating since the beginning—quite literally since the villain is a demon who was once an angel that fell with Lucifer. It’s a bizarre premise given strutting confidence thanks to Washington’s performance, as well as good supporting work by John Goodman and Donald Sutherland. Twenty years later and its ending still sticks with me.

5. The Exorcist III (1990)

If you haven’t seen The Exorcist III, we know what you’re thinking: “Really?!” Yes. In fact, this isn’t even an exorcist movie; it should’ve been titled Legion like the 1983 novel it’s based on. Alas writer-director William Peter Blatty was forced to use the title and do reshoots that added an exorcism in the climax. Still, this supernatural thriller which involves a serial killer back from the dead is far better than it has any right to be.

Following the character of Lt. Kinderman from the 1973 masterpiece, the middle-aged gumshoe is now played by George C. Scott instead of the late Lee J. Cobb, and he possesses Scott’s usual love for contrasts between the restrained whisper and a bombastic howl. He also makes a sympathetic, secular detective forced to face the horrors of Hell when a series of murders committed against Catholic priests appear to be the work of the Gemini Killer (Brad Dourif), a serial killer whom Kinderman sent to the chair more than 10 years ago.

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The Exorcist III is a Classic and Better Than You Remember

By Jim Knipfel

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The Exorcist Is Still the Scariest Movie Ever Made

By David Crow

Somehow the fiend—plus Kinderman’s long dead pal Father Damien Karras (Jason Miller)—appear to now be living in the same body of a John Doe kept in a mental asylum. With an unrelenting atmosphere of dread, palpable tension, and more of Blatty’s intellectual struggle with concepts of faith and evil, the film is more high-minded than its hacky title suggests. It also features one of the best jump scares in movie history.

4. Summer of Sam (1999)

The only movie on this list directly based on an actual serial killer’s crimes, Spike Lee’s Summer of Sam is a serious-minded joint. However, it’s only partially about the murders perpetrated by David Berkowitz, aka the “.44 Caliber Killer,” aka the Son of Sam. Rather the film focuses on the effects a serial killer has on the culture of New York City during the sweltering summer of 1977, and how it affects young lives trying to make it in the big city.

Influenced by Lee and his co-writers Michael Imperioli and Victor Colicchio’s memories of growing up in 1970s New York, the pic is a love letter to a grim moment in history when the city was about to explode with murders, blackouts, crime, and disco. All of this is digested from the vantages of Vinny (John Leguizamo), a philandering hairdresser guilt-ridden for cheating on his wife (Mira Sorvino), and his childhood pal Ritchie (Adrien Brody), who’s left the old neighborhood behind to join the fledgling punk rock scene.

With a greater interest in how a serial killer affects the culture and institutions of a city on edge than being a traditional crime drama, Summer of Sam is a bit of a forerunner to David Fincher’s far more polished Zodiac from a few years later. With heavy-handed dialogue and a plot too big for Lee to fully get his arms around, even at 142 minutes, Summer of Sam can be uneven and messy. But it has the sweaty incorrigibility of a long night out, and of revelries half remembered like from a fever dream.

3. The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999)

The rare serial killer movie told entirely from the perspective of the killer, Anthony Minghella’s The Talented Mr. Ripley is disarmingly creepy. Despite its glossy awards bait sheen, there is a cold-blooded streak that runs deep to the heart of the piece, likely due to Patricia Highsmith’s source 1955 novel. Starring Matt Damon fresh off his Good Will Hunting golden boy sheen, the film uses its casting to disorient and ultimately disturb.

Like Highsmith’s book, the film is not structured like a traditional thriller. It instead favors a detached ambivalence about its seemingly nebbish hero as he agrees to become an errand boy for the rich by traveling to 1950s Italy in order to retrieve a silver spoon cad (Jude Law) for his father. But the more time Tom Ripley (Damon) spends with Law’s Dickie Greenleaf, the more he grows envious of Dickie’s lifestyle, his wealth and confidence, and maybe even his affection for socialite Marge (Gwyneth Paltrow). There is a subtle—too subtle due to ‘90s Hollywood conventions—homoerotic undercurrent throughout the film as Ripley slowly works up the courage to take his first life. It won’t be his last.

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Knives Out: When Murder Makes You a Better Person

By Natalie Zutter

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Seven: The Brilliance of David Fincher’s Chase Scene

By Ryan Lambie

Highsmith wound up publishing four subsequent sequels to The Talented Mr. Ripley, but unfortunately no more were made with Damon. Perhaps because this was too unsettling for an ongoing franchise.

2. Seven (1995)

While watching David Fincher’s masterful Seven, the thing that immediately stands out is the oppressive nihilism that permeates throughout. There were decades of neo noir before this detective yarn about the hunt for a serial killer, but none demonstrated such an overbearing sense of despair before the opening credits were even concluded. And perhaps what makes it unshakable is how welcoming the film is toward bleakness; it succumbs long before the gut-punch finale.

Telling the story of an old cop days from retirement (Morgan Freeman) and a hotheaded rookie detective (Brad Pitt), Andrew Kevin Walker’s script has an economy of pace that still impresses despite its cynicism. Very quickly one murder becomes two, then three, and soon four. Yet none of the atrocities are reveled in by Fincher’s blocking; they’re off-screen mutilations which leave psychic damage on his two leads and, eventually, us. The deaths also quickly establish a pattern that their serial killer is targeting seven souls, each intended to embody one of the seven deadly sins.

The movie is a classic now for its climax where the killer “John Doe” (a reptilian Kevin Spacey) turns himself in and leads the cops into the darkest pit, but it’s the entire package that makes this one linger more than 25 years later. At the end of the film, Somerset quotes Hemingway by saying, “‘The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.” I’m not convinced his film does.

1. The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

As the film that kick-started the idea that serial killers could create their own film genre, The Silence of the Lambs still remains the best of its kind. Blessedly unaware that it was creating conventions for countless copycats, the film tells its psychological drama with simplicity and clarity. Whereas other films on this list bask in their bleakness, there is a dogged optimism and even perverse warmth to this Jonathan Demme adaptation of Thomas Harris’ Silence of the Lambs novel. And that’s of course largely attributable to the casting of Anthony Hopkins and Jodie Foster.

As Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Hopkins is of course monumental. It’s a performance that turned a quinquagenarian into an overnight movie star, and became Hopkins’ calling card as he returned to the not-so-good doctor’s well one too many times. Still, he’s undeniably enthralling as Hannibal, a cannibal psychologist with superhuman powers of observation and mental menace. Even so, Foster is often overlooked by critics for her own contributions as the FBI trainee who’s proverbially fed to the incarcerated Lecter—a pretty face to get the serial killer to consult pro bono on the crimes of another mass murderer. It’s just one more example of casual sexism faced by Clarice that gives Foster as much to play as Hopkins.

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David Fincher’s Zodiac: The Movie That Never Ended

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The Little Things Ending Explained

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Surrounded by the slights and prejudices of men—be they in law enforcement or straight jackets—Clarice is constantly underestimated. She finds an intellectual rapport with Hannibal, but she pulls herself out of the darkest night, and the screaming of the lambs, without assistance. Her perseverance matched by Hannibal’s darkly seductive qualities is the juxtaposition that makes Silence of the Lambs one of the finest films of its decade.

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Courtney’s Crisis Writing Challenge

So yeah as I’m sure all of you are aware of by now I’m having a crisis

and I figured what better way to deal with an emotional crisis than to do a writing challenge and read all the wonderful thing’s y’all can write to distract myself from my ever-growing list of responsibilities

maybe i should change it to Courtney’s Procrastination and Existential Worry Writing Challenge instead

ANYWAY

This is a whole-ass mega writing challenge, going across ALL the people I’ve ever written for and all the people I lowkey want to write for/kinda have a current obsession/love for atm

I’ll give a full comprehensive list below the rules 

But yeah this is going to have an English Literature theme bc I’m a nerd like that and have been reading too many books lately, again, to distract myself

So the prompts are split into three categories - “The Heartbreakingly Beautiful”, “The Hilariously Relateable” and “Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff”

yeah the categories are just what went through my mind when I read the things these authors wrote

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing! - on any of my blogs or all three if you’re keen whoooo

10) Use the hashtag #CourtsCrisisWC

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with - again the ask can be sent to either of my writing blogs

12) The deadline for this is 15th December (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

Okay so imma split this section into parts real quick

Main Blog

1) Pretty much anyone from the MCU is welcome - with the exception of Tony Stark and Clint Barton

2) Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield and HOCO cast and the Holland boys (NOT PADDY) 

3) Any of Les Amis

4) The characters from Peaky Blinders as well

5) Poly ships (e.g. Steve x Reader x Bucky or Tom x Reader x Harrison)

Side Blog

1) Ben Hardy (+ Warren Worthington)

2) Joe Mazzello (+ Eugene Sledge, Gardner Langway, Pat Murray, Dr Tim Murphy)

3) Gwilym Lee (+ Charlie Nelson)

4) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

5) Roger x Reader x Ben

6) Joe x Reader x Ben

7) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

8) Richard Madden (+ David Budd, Robb Stark, Prince Kit)

9) Taron Egerton (+ Eggsy)

10) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

11) Smosh Members

12) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

13) Chris Evans (+ Ari Levinson, Frank Adler)

Just For Funsies (i.e. current obsessions I don’t officially write for but lowkey want to)

1) Ashton Irwin

2) Calum Hood

3) Sebastian Stan (+ Chris Beck)

tbh y’all can just send me a person and I’ll let you know if I’m cool with you writing for them but judging by this list I think you can rest fairly assured that I’m going to be okay with whoever you want to write for

Prompts

The Heartbreakingly Beautiful

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot // the most beautiful and wonderful poem ever written don’t fight me on this // ( @writingsoftheloser w/ BLANK)

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger ( @takenbyheartstrings w/ Peter Parker)

“I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you” - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë ( @bensakindofmagic w/ Ben Hardy)

"The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind." - Love Letters To The Dead by Ava Dellaira ( @petersfreckles w/ Peter Parker)

“You never forget the face of the person that is your last hope” - The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins ( @tom-holland-stuff w/ BLANK)

“Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward (may be the thing that keeps you going) but that it’s painful and dangerous and risky it’s making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?” - The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

“We can't fight another person's battle, no matter how much we want to.” - Holding Up The Universe by Jenifer Niven

“I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.” - The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

The Hilariously and Painfully Relatable

“As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” - To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." - East of Eden by John Steinbeck ( @queen-paladin w/ Joe/Eugene/Charlie/Les Amis boy)

"We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered." - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard ( @lilulo-12 w/ Bucky)

"It's just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is." - The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen ( @sataninsatin w/ Detective Loki)

“It was books that made me feel that I was not completely alone” - The Night Circus by Erin Mogenstern

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

“I would challenge you to a battle of wits but I see you are unarmed” - Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare ( @icantspellanything w/ Poe Dameron)

“Some people are born with an ear for music, some people are born with a talent for drawing, some people...have a built-in radar that tells them where a comma needs to go in a sentence.” - Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff 

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin ( @mavalenovaninagavi w/ Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker)

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ben Hardy)

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë ( @fichoe21 w/ Bucky)

"The curves of your lips rewrite history." - Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde ( @sarahp879 w/ Bucky)

"[BLANK] was right. [They] never looked nice. [They] looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." - Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell ( @writing-of-a-british-bitch w/ Eggsy/Warren)

“Here’s my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is worth everything. Everything.” - Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace,  against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens ( @natdoesthings w/ Jake Gyllenhaal)

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @d-is-for-delightfull w/ Enjolras)

“Don’t you understand? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!” - Peter Pan by J.M Barrie