#and whatever the fuck the cheerleader has going on😂

[princessofdorkness]

The teen angst in ST4 is the only thing keeping me alive actually. 🤪😂

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #I love it so much #everyone has their own drama going on and I’m loving it #and no talks to each other #and whatever the fuck the cheerleader has going on😂 #strangers things spoilers #kena watches st4

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 29: Trouble

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, someone tailing Stella

* Word count: 4,314ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: Oh shoooot 👀. Things are getting interesting! And okay, I only lasted two days, but I got the finale chapter done, and I wanted a reward. 😂😂😂 Also a fun fact about this chapter, it was the first chapter I wrote for this story a little over a year ago. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Ryan and Stella were out riding. There was no work to be done and Ryan wanted to take the opportunity to check in with his little sister. It had been a little while since they had one on one time. Since he’s been her primary guardian for so long, even though she was a full adult now, he still liked to make sure she was okay. He never wanted her to feel like she was alone in dealing with whatever life threw at them.

“So truly Stellee, how are you?” Both of them came to a stop at the top of a hill overlooking the valley back to the ranch.

Stella pursed her lips and sighed quietly to herself while adjusting her glasses. “I’m okay, Ry. There’s just been a lot going on.”

He nods in understanding, looking her over. She was shifting, seemingly uncomfortable in her saddle, which was the farthest thing from true. That woman was more comfortable in a saddle than on her own two legs. Her bay roan mare, Abigail, whom he gifted her at 16 was also fidgety. Kayce and Stella had both worked together to make sure that the horse was as solid as a rock. She was feisty, sure, but solid. She was sure to give away how Stella was feeling though.

“You know I don’t fully believe you, right?”

Stella barked out a laugh, “Oh really now? And why is that?”

“You’ve got a tell, sis. It also doesn’t help that your mare gives you away either.” Ryan smirked.

“I mean, I’m not lying when I say there’s been a lot going on this year. Lee, the bear, Jenkins, Malcolm.” She glared at the horizon at the thought of the platinum haired man. “The stupid shit with Kayce. There is a lot going on at the repro barn over at Olivia’s.”

Ryan smoothly interrupts, “but…,” he drug out.

“But,” Stella huffs, giving him a pointed look, “a couple times on my way here recently, someone has followed me.” She decided to fess up without much of a fight because there was no use trying to get around Ryan when he wanted information. He’s very persistent and she’s the same way. They would have dug themselves into the ground and died before giving in. Being followed was also starting to bother her.

“Excuse me Stella Lee?! You’re just telling me this now?!”

“Well at first I didn’t think too much about it! A lot of people drive back this way. The second time was after that thing with Malcolm.”

“So why didn’t you tell me then?” She could visibly see his blood pressure rising higher and higher.

“I wanted to be 100% sure they were actually tailing me. Third times the charm, right?” She defended weakly.

“Wait, the third time?” His face turned to stone.

“Today.” At this point, if he would have been able to physically implode and survive, he would have. Stella swore she heard an explosion of the sound barrier as he took off back toward the ranch.

“Fuck.” Stella motioned and Abigail kicked it into high gear. She had to beat Ryan before he caused a ruckus and bothered everyone.

Ryan knew he needed to tell Rip or John. Something wasn’t right and he had to beat Stella there. He adored her stubborn and independent nature, but sometimes it was capable of giving him aneurysms.

In the distance Ryan could see John, Rip, and Kayce by the outer fence talking amongst themselves. Lloyd was closer to him and was trying to flag him down.

“Ho, Ryan! Where’s the fire?”

As he rushes by Lloyd, “I need to get to them before Stella does!”

“She ain’t far behind you.” Lloyd said quietly and looked in the direction of the woman in question. She and that mare were closing in on the round pen with an extensive cloud of dust following. Stella’s face was more determined than he had ever witnessed and he worried for Ryan’s safety.

Ryan came to an abrupt stop in front of the three men, out of breath and rushing to get words out, “Someone has been following Stella. Three times on her way here, and god knows how many other times she’s failed to mention to me.”

In a swift motion with the sharpness of a damn good cattle horse, Stella and Abigail swept in and bounced to a solid stop between Ryan and the others.

“Ryan! Don’t bother them with this! It’s probably just me being paranoid.” She rolled her eyes and moved her glasses back to the bridge of her nose. She really wasn’t feeling having any of her bosses involved. Kayce especially.

“No. It’s you being observant of something that’s out of place.” He pointed at her. “You trying to brush it off the way you are? Is gonna get you kidnapped or killed.”

“Or both,” Rip chimed in from behind them making Stella whip her head around. She had forgotten they had an audience.

“Or worse,” Kayce added with a serious look.

She groaned, “Not you too…,” she trailed off as she finally took notice of the look he was giving her and stopped all forms of argument. They hadn’t had a real chance to speak much since his visit with Monica the other night. Only the one time and it didn’t end great. Her shoulders dropped. It was three against one.

“You’re staying here for a little while. Isn’t she Ryan?” The direct eye contact from Kayce pinned Stella to her spot as he made his declaration final and he didn’t break the contact to talk to Ryan either.

“Yes Kayce, I couldn’t agree more.”

“Ryan, you stay here. Stella, come up to the barn with me.” She rolled her eyes, mostly to herself and the situation she had gotten herself into, but kept up behind Kayce and his mustang nonetheless.

As they were breaking down their horses it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Stella was a speedy little thing when it came to break down. She could see the light at the end of the tunnel. She wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence. If she finished and got out of the barn before he could catch her? She would be just fine with that.

She hung Abigail’s halter on the outside stall hook as she shut and latched the door. Before she had a chance to turn around, there was a heavy hand that gripped her up and tugged her to the tack room.

In a flurry of noise the door slammed shut behind her and the offending person. Quickly Stella turned around while cocking back her fist. She was fairly certain it was Kayce, but she would rather be safe than sorry, and he deserved a punch from her. So she was fine with it either way.

He grabbed her wrist as she swung her balled fist toward his nose. She visibly relaxed when she realized her assumption was correct. It didn’t ease her irritation, however.

“What the fuck Kayce,” she flicked the brim of his cowboy hat with a huff and pulled her wrist from him. She noticed she was in his personal bubble and tried to back up.

“You’re staying here until we tell you otherwise. Don’t even bother trying to fight me on it. Ryan agrees and will fight you with me, so there’s no use.”

“Kayce, I’m sure it’s just me being paranoid. A lot of people drive back and forth past here every day. It’s a popular road.”

Kayce pulled her back in toward him trying to make a point, “I would like to not have to plead on the six o’clock to get you back or find you murdered.” He leaned closer as if she was about to disappear into thin air.

She adjusted her glasses thinking how she should really get them tightened. It also didn’t help that it was a nervous habit. She looked down in defeat.

“Okay fine. But you’re taking me back to get my clothes for my undetermined stay.” She poked his chest as his body sagged forward. Yes they had been avoiding each other, but she was one of his best friends. Longest friend at least.

“We just want you safe, Stellfire.”

“I know, ya big dumb cowboy,” she smiled and gave him a friendly shove, “now let’s go before they think I’m still being the other woman in the tack room.” She missed the fall of Kayce’s face as she walked away.

Ryan grimaced. He hadn’t meant to cause such a fuss. Other than the ranch and being a livestock agent, his little sister was his everything. They had been through hell and back, and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to her and he couldn’t get to her quick enough.

“Sir, I’m so sorry to bring this up to you all like this. I just know something isn’t right and I needed someone to know before she could stop me. And I mean you saw her coming —,” John interrupted.

“She looked like the devil herself coming for reckoning. It’s something I’ve seen in you both.” Ryan almost let a look of pride slip through at John’s admission, but he held it together.

“You’re my lead livestock agent for a reason, Ryan.” John tried to hide a small smile, “We can have her stay here. It’s probably safer than her place anyway.”

Rip offered, “I’ll follow behind to keep an eye out with Lloyd. You or Kayce can run her in a different car.”

“Kayce is gonna take me.” The pair sauntered up to the group from behind. Rip could see Ryan’s hesitation at the thought of not being close to his sister.

“Ryan, why don’t you back Lloyd and I up on the way?”

Ryan came out of the bunkhouse and stopped for a minute to look at his sister. She could most certainly be hell on wheels more often than not most days. He liked to think it was all the years of holding her own with the bunkhouse. He knew that it was a trait shared between them as well.

Even though she was rough and tumble, she had a soft and gentle grace about her. Especially when having a heart to heart with someone. Her being stubborn as a mule was giving him grey hairs, but he couldn’t be more proud of the woman he had raised. Of course, with the help of the wranglers. ‘It takes a village,’ he thought to himself.

Stella could feel eyes on her as she threw a couple of empty duffle bags into Kayce’s truck. She glanced around and spotted her brother giving her a look. She tilted her head at him with her eyebrows scrunched together. He shook his head and went about getting things for the ride together.

It almost felt like an out of body experience looking at the men around her. There was an immense feeling of humility that swarmed in through her lungs and filled her chest. These tough as nails cowboys truly cared about her. They cared enough to rally around her and try their damndest to keep her safe. She studied each of them with a loving fondness. She had grown up with these men, and they had always remained a steady constant in her life. For that, she was grateful. She realized that this place, these people, really did feel like home. If she thought about it hard enough, she might get misty eyed.

Finally, forest brown eyes met a matching set as Stella felt the breath in her lungs get caught. Kayce gauged her actions, trying to decipher if she was okay without asking. She shook her head and smiled at him to let him know she was indeed okay. Ryan made his way over to the pair while clearing his throat, feeling like he was interrupting some unspoken conversation.

“You almost ready, Stellee?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but there's a flaw in the plan that I just thought of.”

“What’s that, Stella-belle?” Rip questioned from over by his truck.

She readjusted her glasses and looked around to her brother, almost like she did when she was little and needed reassurance. “Well if they’re planning on following me back, they aren’t going to do it if it’s Kayce’s truck that leaves here.”

Ryan sighed and dropped his head, “As much as I hate to agree with her, she’s right.”

Kayce reached into the back of his truck and grabbed the duffles and on his way past Stella said, “You can out-maneuver them, right?”

“Kayce… I hang out with a bunch of cowboys,” she laughed, “and if I can’t outrun them? Then we’ll get lost in these here hills, baby.” There was a pause between all of them. The men quickly picked up Stella’s hidden meaning.

“Plus, I’ll have one of the best shots on the ranch riding shotgun.” She smirked in Kayce’s direction. She loved to give him a hard time about his itchy trigger finger. He gave her a soft shove as if he was telling her to fuck off, and she giggled and hopped into her car.

Everyone loaded up in their respective vehicles. Stella thought Ryan had hopped into Rip’s truck, but the interior light kicked on and the car moved as Ryan’s weight settled into her backseat. She made eye contact with her brother in the rearview mirror, and silently asked him what he was doing.

He raised his eyebrows at her, “You think I’m not about to be in your car to protect you?” He stopped short for a second realizing one of his bosses was in the front seat, “No offense.” Kayce smirked as Stella put the SUV in drive.

She pulled to the end of the long driveway. She looked in both directions checking for signs of the car from earlier. She didn’t see anything, but there was still a definitive hesitation in her movements. Things were suddenly very real to her.

Kayce says softly, “Hey, it's okay Stellfire. We’ve got you. Just do what you would normally do. We’ll worry about the rest.”

Ryan watched the gentle nature Kayce used with his sister. It was almost similar to the way you would approach a green horse. There was something softer about it though. Ryan couldn’t quite put his finger on what was going on. He knew there wasn’t anything going on between them any longer, but he didn’t know if Kayce was kissing his sister’s ass or being genuine. He squinted at Stella in the rearview, but didn’t say anything. She pulled out and to the left, took a deep breath and began her normal trek home. The only thing different was she had four guests in tow this time.

Rip and Lloyd pulled out a few minutes behind everyone else. They wanted to leave enough space in between to be able to box in whoever was following Stella. If they decided to follow her again.

“You know Lloyd, I’ve got a bad feelin’ about this.”

“I was feelin’ the same way. Especially if whoever these people are, are coming after little bit.”

“Because none of us would let her get involved in some shit like this, well this part of it anyhow.”

“Especially Ryan.” They chuckled knowing that he could be kind of a helicopter when it came to his little sister.

“That boy sure has tried his hardest raising her right.”

“And he’s done a damn fine job. That stays here, Lloyd.” The men smiled at each other.

Halfway between the Yellowstone and the outskirts of downtown, a silver four door sedan pulled out behind the white SUV. Ryan and Kayce noticed that Stella’s body language tensed up, but she refused to say anything to them. They felt her accelerate slightly. Ryan glanced out the back, and Kayce was looking through the side mirror. They easily spotted the car, and let each other know they had seen it.

“Don’t speed up Stella. Remember, we’re both here.” Ryan gently reminded her. Her shoulders relaxed as she found her brother’s gaze in the mirror before looking back to the road ahead.

“You’re just driving home. Nothing out of the ordinary.” Kayce added.

Ryan turned around in the back seat to observe the car again. The windows were, of course, tinted so dark that he could barely make out that the car was being driven by a person in general. ‘Why would this shit be easy?’ He rolled his eyes, turning around to pick up his ringing phone. It was Lloyd calling.

“Yeah?”

“We’re a couple miles back, but there’s a silver car that’s tailing you.”

“We’ve got them in sights. They aren’t subtle if that’s them.”

“They probably think she’s oblivious and hasn’t noticed them at all. Rip wants to say something, put it on speaker.”

Ryan engaged the speaker, and they all heard Rip clear his throat. “Stella?”

“Yessir?”

“When you get to your house, I want you and your brother to hop out and go inside. Kayce,” he paused for a few seconds as Kayce presented himself, “You stay outside. Watch every move that these motherfuckers make if they pull in behind you.”

Kayce nodded even though Rip couldn’t see him, “Roger that.” He also heard the unspoken order to shoot to kill if necessary. For Stella, he would change the landscape if he had to.

“Where will you be Rip?” They all clearly heard the nervous tick in her voice. It almost made Ryan grab for her hand like when they were kids. She sounded so small and he hated that.

“We’ll be right outside of view, either following them or making sure they stay off of your property, sweetheart. You go get your stuff. We’ve got the rest.” Rip finished and Lloyd ended the call.

Stella lived just a little ways out in between the ranch and downtown. She had neighbors, but they definitely weren’t close. Ryan grimaced at the thought of his sister being by herself out here.

Stella pulled her car around the driveway and around to the back. She pulled it up to face out toward the road again. Putting it in park, she looked at Kayce. “Alright Kace, I know you’re always carrying, but in case you need extra,” they locked eyes, “it’s holstered in the glove box.” His mouth upturned at the corner proudly, ‘Just like I taught her.’ He quickly nodded as he flipped his baseball cap backwards.

Stella ignored the clenching of her stomach at the attractive maneuver. There was always something about a man in a backwards ball cap that caught her eye. She hopped out and started to walk toward her house as Ryan followed sidling up beside her.

“This is the bad thing about you having a wooded driveway, and all the way out here. Can’t get much of a heads up.”

She smiled at her brother and let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, but no one can witness the aftermath.”

Ryan’s face screwed up at the confession, “My god, you’ve got to stop hanging out with Rip.”

Her laughter got stuck in her throat as she reached out to unlock her door. Her whole body tensed.

“Ry…,” she said so quietly Ryan almost missed it. She took a deep breath, “it’s unlocked.”

“Did you leave it like that?”

She breathed out harshly and shook her head. Ryan stepped in front of her.

“Stay behind me and do exactly as I say.” Stella wasn’t about to argue.

Ryan opened the door wide, dropped the duffel bags to his far right, and drew his weapon within 10 seconds. She followed suit and went to the concealed weapon underneath the front table and hoped it was still there.

He heard the snip of her gun safety being switched off behind him. He immediately went to the right and into the den taking a wide gap to the left. Stella made sure to clear the rest of the room and the straight view into her kitchen. They swapped places back and forth in a fatal dance going from room to room. Being taught by her brother not only kept him sharp, but it gave Stella the knowledge to help in this situation.

They finally finished clearing the house. She holstered her weapon back and pulled it from its compartment under the table and hooked it to her belt. With a heavy sigh, she reached down to grab the bags.

“What’s wrong Stellee?” Ryan came up from the small hallway that led to her kitchen.

“Someone was in my house, Ryan. That’s what’s wrong.” She said curtly.

“You’re sure you didn’t just forget to lock the door in your rush to get to the ranch today?”

“Yes Ryan,” he could hear the stress dripping in her voice, “not only was my door unlocked, which I never do mind you, but some stuff was out of place. It definitely wasn’t how I left it. And it feels like someone offensive has been in here.”

“Well let's get you outta here.”

Kayce got out of the SUV once the tight knit siblings made it inside. He had seen Stella tense at the door and had almost ran to the porch. He knew that if she needed the help, she would have made it clear. So he held off.

He looked around the back driveway and yard. The parking spots were messy dirt and gravel. It was a shot in the dark that he would see tracks because they had driven over them, but it was worth a glance.

He stood, huffed and placed a hand on his hip as he surveyed the surroundings. Nothing appeared to be out of place. Except a piece of paper that fluttered because it had gotten stuck against the railing in the nighttime Montana breeze. He didn’t think anything of it and grabbed it. It wasn’t uncommon for trash to blow around every now and again. He almost crumpled it up, but Stella’s name in larger font caught his eye.

“What the,” he whispered. He heard the door close. He quickly folded it up and put it in his jacket pocket. He cleared his throat, “everything alright?”

“For all intents and purposes, yes. It’s okay.” Stella readjusted the duffel bags on her shoulder and her glasses with her forearm as she made her way down the porch steps. Kayce met her at the bottom and took the bags from her and put them in her back seat.

“On the back half of that though, somebody was in my house.”

“What?!” Kayce started toward the house, but Stella’s hand in the middle of his chest stopped him.

She shook her head, “let me clarify, someone had been in there. Ryan and I checked the house. No one was in there at the time. I’m ready to get the fuck outta here though,” she slipped her hand away from his chest and made her way to the driver’s seat, “let’s go home gentlemen.” They met up with Rip and Lloyd at the end of her drive. With a nod from Rip to Stella, they made it back to the ranch without any more incident.

Stella got out of her SUV and leaned on the back door, locking her elbows to keep her upright. She was exhausted. Her head started to pound from all the tension being released from her neck and shoulders.

“You alright, sugar?” Kayce came up and touched her elbow. She jerked a little bit, being pulled back into reality.

“Yeah…,” He reached for her arm again and pulled her into a hug. She melted into him and he heard her sniffle. She was tired of avoiding him. She needed her best friend.

“Hey, hey. It’s gonna be alright.” He placed his hand on the back of her head allowing her to hide her face in his chest, “you’re safe, sugar.”

She raised her head partially, “I know. The stress is just leaving. I’ll be fine after some sleep and some hard manual labor for a few days.”

It was comfortably quiet between the pair. Kayce still had her in an embrace. He could feel the tension slowly leaving her the longer they stood there. He could also feel that if they stood there any longer, she would most definitely fall asleep standing up.

He patted her on the back, “Your brother is probably wondering why you haven’t made it inside yet. Let’s get you settled in, yeah?” Stella nodded, too tired to speak anymore. Kayce grabbed the bags out of the back seat, and gently directed her to head inside.

When she crossed the threshold to the bunkhouse, there was a slight lull in the usual loud activity before everyone jumped to greet her. She greeted them quietly back and made a beeline to the empty bunk that Kayce used when he first came back since Jamie took the one she usually took. Ryan had a clear view from here. She knew she could let herself relax, even if it was only for a few short hours.

Everyone quieted. They weren’t used to seeing Stella so defeated. Kayce made eyes at Ryan, Rip, and Lloyd and nodded toward the outside. He didn’t want her to hear about the note.

Lloyd started off, “That silver car slowed up at her drive until they spotted us.”

“We followed them into downtown as far as we could, but with the fuckin’ traffic we lost them.” Rip was pissed.

Kayce pulled the note out of his jacket pocket. “I found this on the stairs at Stella’s.” He handed the note off so the others could take a look. “Even though she's not as involved with any of the shit that happens here, somebody sure as hell thinks she is.”

“Someone is trying to find vulnerable spots. This is about to be a shit show.” Ryan said.

Rip directed, “We’ll talk to Mr. Dutton in the morning. Let the girl get some rest for now.” He took a second and looked to the youngest Dutton, “Oh and Kayce?” Rip paused. “Don’t let Stella see that.”

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #kayce dutton fanfic

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Hi! Not sure if you’re still taking prompts but would you consider some fluffy Andrei when you’re stressed out? I have my exams coming up and I’m ~stressed~ and would love to pretend I have a cute Russian hockey player to make it better lolllll

hi!!! i’m always taking prompts, i’m just really slow to getting to them sometimes 😂 and it’s funny bc last night i was just thinking i wanted to work on some fluffy cute things so this is perfect!

good luck on your exams!!!! i’m sure you’re going to kill them!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

andrei’s not necessarily always in tune to when you’re stressed out during the season because hockey takes over a lot of his brain space

but when he does notice? he’s the most attentive boyfriend in the world

he makes you coffee in the morning and puts it in a travel mug for you to take to school or work

if he’s away, he has coffee and breakfast delivered to the door for you

if he’s home, he’ll drop snacks on your desk while you work, making sure you’re eating

if he’s away, either he has food delivered to the house or he has one of your friends stop by and make sure you’re eating

he’s always ready to rub your back or your feet when you’re studying or working and usually those back rubs quickly shift into your other favorite form of stress relief - andrei eating you out on the couch

he’ll run a bubble bath for you and light candles so you can relax and then cuddles you in bed until you fall asleep with your legs tangled with him

has been known to bust out some truly terrible dance moves to make you laugh

even though you hate it, sometimes he’ll force you out of the house and to the gym so you can work off some of the stress and he’s usually right because you always feel a little better after a workout

if you’re studying for a test, he’ll study with you, running through index cards and listening to you talk out what you’re trying to remember

if you’re getting ready for a presentation, he’s the ultimate hype man, clapping and paying super close attention to what you’re saying

he brings you little lucky charms, including a tiny gold horseshoe charm on a thin chain because russian superstition is that horseshoes are lucky

after your test or presentation or whatever you’re stressed about is over, if andrei is in town, he brings you to a fancy dinner to celebrate you

if he’s out of town, whenever he gets the chance, andrei’s texting you to check in and make sure you’re not losing it completely

andrei’s just your biggest cheerleader and loves supporting you in any way he can, even if that’s just staying silent on the couch while you vent about your stress

sometimes you just like to rest your head in his lap and let him play with your hair while you zone out in front of the tv and try not to think about anything

if it gets to the point where you have to have a little cry to release the stress, andrei will wrap his arms around you and let you cry into his chest for as long as you need and then he’ll take you out for ice cream, which sometimes makes you feel like a toddler, but usually works to boost your mood

andrei’s also always making sure he tells you how proud of you he is, which is true, and making sure you know that you can talk to him about anything

he also gives the best fucking hugs - wrapping you up completely in his arms and squeezing you to his chest tightly so you kind of short circuit and reset from the freaking out. he tucks your head under his chin and sways with you in his arms a little, your cheek pressed to his chest and his heartbeat a steady rhythm that you use to regulate your breathing

#andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov headcanons #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov #anon #asked and answered

[strangerthingsstories5255]

HER OR ME? (E.M x FEM!reader)

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WARNINGS: Swearing, Chrissy is gonna be a bitch… Clueless!Eddie, jealous!reader, bitchy!Chrissy, slight angst, and slight fluff if you look really close, and not edited or proof read. (I think that's it...)

A/N: yeah yeah, I know Chrissy is a sweetheart, but I wanted to write her more of a jealous bitch...I'm so sorry 😂 maybe Jason just broke her or some shit. But yeah... This isn't the best, but I tried 🤷🏻‍♀️

(Creds to the gif owner!!!)

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“Hey princess!” Eddie calls. “Hi eds!” you call back, excited to see him. “So I can't come to movie night tonight..” Eddie says. “Why?” you ask, kinda bummed. “I’ve got a deal with Chrissy Cunningham.” He says. “Chrissy?! Like Hawkins high queen, Chrissy Cunningham?” you ask surprised. “Yep. I didn't know she did drugs… but she’s buying so,” he shrugs, “that's more money for our date nights, and more money to rent movies.” He says, and it makes you feel a little bit better. “Ok.” you say.

Eddie bought home $25. “Don’t you usually sell weed for more?” you ask. “Yep. But, I told her $25 because I was thinking, if I make a little cheaper for cheerleaders and jocks, they’ll buy more for parties and shit.” Eddie said. That didn’t make sense to you, but you trust him. “Uh, are you sure that ‘plan’ is gonna work?” you ask. “Already has, sweetheart. Chrissy said she’d come back, with 4 more people to buy!” he says excitedly. But you don’t know abou his plan…

It’s lunchtime at school, and you sit wih Eddie at the hellfire table, like always. As you’re eating lunch, you hear somebody walking towards the table. You turn to see Chrissy. “Hey eds! I was wondering if I could get more of what you sell?” Chrissy asks, so sweetly, it made you sick. And also, she used your nickname for Eddie, she used eds when that's what you call him. It made you mad, but you dont know why. “Uh, sure.” He said. “I’ll be right back, princess.” he told you, and then he kissed your head. You smiled back at him, but when you looked at Chrssy, she was mad, her face was red and everything. It made you kinda weirded out.

Outside in the woods where the picnic table is, Eddie is selling more to Chrissy. “Do you have anything…stronger?” she asked him. “Um… I think I have something in my trailer..” he says. “Can we go get it?” she asked. “Um, I've got to take Y/N home, so I don't think so.” He says. “She should’nt mind if I ride with you guys.” Chrissy says back. “I guess…” He says.

After school, you’re going to Eddie's van, excited to see him after a long day, but when you get there, Chrissy’s sitting in the fron seat, where you always sit. I made you upset. “Hey sweetheart, I hope you don’t mind that Chrissy is gonna ride with us today.” Eddie calls. “I do mind, I dont want her riding,” you wanna say. “uh, that’s f-fine..” you say instead. Eddie drops you off, and kisses you bye.

At school, you notice Chrissy is always close to Eddie, so you ask her about it. “Why are you always right up Eddie's ass?” you ask, a bit pissed off. “What do you mean?” she asks innocently. “You know exactly what I mean! You’re always up Eddie’s ass, everywhere i look, you're holding onto his arm like you two are a couple of some shit.” you say. “Because I'm the queen of Hawkins high, I can do whatever I want! I will always be Eddie’s favorite girl!” She snaps at you. You’ve had enough of her shit, and you punched her. Eddie, saw it, and got mad. “Y/N! WHAT THE HELL?!” Eddie screamed, as Chrissy was crying on the ground. You didn’t respond, you just walked off.

You went into the woods to smoke, but Eddie followed you. "What the fuck was that y/n?!" He yelled. "Chrissy was saying some…upsetting things to me! So I punched her ass." You yell back. "What could Chrissy Cunningham say that could hurt you?! She's the sweetest person in this damn highschool!" He asked. "Well first, she said that she was the queen of Hawkins high and can take whoever she wanted, then she told me she was your favorite girl and she will always be!" You tell him. "I- I don't believe she said that…" he said. "Do you not believe me?!" You ask. "I'm sorry y/n..but I can't believe you…" he says. "Me or her…" you ask. "What?" He asks back. "Who do you choose Eddie?! Me or her?!" You ask again. "Y/n…don't do that to me…" he says. "Fine…if it's too hard of a decision for you, then I'm leaving! It shouldn't be a hard decision Eddie!" You tell him. "Y/n! Please!" He pleads. "No Eddie! If it's that hard to pick me or Chrissy, we shouldn't even be together!" You tell him. And it completely shatters his and your heart. "Y/n…I choose you…I will always choose you," he says."I'm sorry y/n…I thought she would just buy from me, then leave, but she kept buying, and I wasn't gonna say no to a deal. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable…I love you so much… forgive me, princess, please?" He pleads again. "I forgive you Eds. but you need to tell Chrissy to back off. I'm not kidding, she was up your ass all the damn time!" You tell him. "I noticed that, but I didn't know if that was normal or not." He shrugs, and you laughed at his stupidness. "That's definitely not normal." You say to him.

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#jealous reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie munsonxreader #bitchy!chrissy Cunningham

[frecklystars]

Bateman is an absolutely pathetic human being that gains his self value by the women he fucks and other people he feels superior too. I don't really get why anyone would recommend him as a f/o for you, maybe as a.... you fixed him kinda deal? Guess the thrill of having such a person see the light and only focus on you, finally selfimproving to be worthy. Or just seeing that pathetic lil man at your feet, someone who thinks we he is so great weeping as he can't have you. I dunno, Maybe. If you go in the movie just be aware that there is onscreen, explicit sex. Just in case that's a deal breaker for you, if he turns to a f/o and that makes you uncomfortable

I can't believe this has turned into a small topic of conversation on my blog when I've never seen this movie in my entire life and I don't even KNOW this fictional character yet 😂 (but I don't mind getting asks about it once in a while)!

This guy most likely isn't gonna become my F/O, he isn't my type -- I mean, I love villains. Love villains. But I've heard he does some, uh, some stuff I probably wouldn't be able to handle watching, I'm gonna probably be looking away from the screen most of the time and not really fully absorbing what I'm watching... but also, he isn't real so I'm not really thinking about the self ship side of things too hard. He'd be "kissed and thrown into the pile" more than anything, as I like to call it.

I have very, very, very low standards for fictional villains, like -- the killing? Whatever, fictional killing is fine, I have plenty of main F/Os who murder, some of them even murder for fun and I like to be their cute little cheerleader. I like to joke "what my husband does on the clock is none of my business" sdlfkjdsf. Villain F/Os are soooo fun to ship with because you get to be their exception, that's the entire point of shipping with a villain!! Having fun!! Not caring!! Because they aren't real!!! BUT. BUT. I do have some Hard No's for my F/O list and I think Patrick crosses 2 of those No's, so I probably won't end up falling madly in love with him or anything like that. He'd be a joke F/O for me to meme on. also... this is a horror movie with, I'm assuming, gore... and I can't watch horror movies. I can't!! I caaaaan't watch horror I can't I can't I can't. So one of my best friends who loves this movie is going to watch it with me and hold my hand the entire time and tell me when to look away bc they know what I can/cannot handle.

However, let's play around with this. Before I see this movie and find out who this guy is -- let's just... daydream a little bit with this absolutely wild concept. I don't know ANYTHING about this guy so don't take my words too seriously here, but I do love the idea of him, like you said, weeping at my feet. On all fours. Holding a bouquet of flowers. Begging to be loved by me, a fallen star who is rumored to love so easily and so freely to any and all who want it. And I'd hesitate to give it to him and it would drive him so fucking crazy. And I think it's even funnier to imagine him doing this BECAUSE he is such a fucked up serial killer. Like teehee I get to be the exception, I get to be the one (1) person he would not murder. Self shipping is all about having fun and there's no rules you have to follow, I can make him as out of character as I want <3

If I did ship with him by some miracle, it'd be, like... so... one-sided. It'd be a joke self ship, it wouldn't be taken seriously at all. Kissed and thrown into the pile, except he's Kissed and thrown into prison forever to rot <3 I'd draw him crying puddles at my feet, sniffling and whimpering while I just look down on him. Oh, he'd fucking hate if anybody else did that, but not me <3 he's obsessed. Up on that pedestal I go. He's never felt this way before and he's losing his goddamn mind over it. The rumors are true, then, he realizes, that the most horrible and dastardly of people can somehow still have a special soft spot in their hearts when they see the fabled Star Girl™ falling from the heavens and into their palms.

And yeah that's what's the funniest part to me, what you mentioned -- why is he being recommended to me every few months??? For the last... what. three years now maybe?? THIS GUY IS SHOWING UP IN MY DREAMS NOW BECAUSE I KEEP READING HIS NAME IN MY INBOX LOL. I had a dream weeks ago that he sat in the audience while watching me perform in a musical and he had a bouquet of blue roses for me and he was the first person to stand up and applaud wildly when my performance ended. Then I had a separate dream last week that he was kissing me and begging me to pleasepleaseplease look at him just look at him just once please Keri please he's crying please Keri please. THIS MAN IS INVADING MY SUBCONSCIOUS!!!!! HELLO 911 THIS MAN I'VE NEVER MET KEEPS BREAKING INTO MY DREAMS WHEN KEN CARSON SHOULD BE IN THEM INSTEAD--

Anyway I HEAR he sobs his eyes out and that's incredibly attractive to me which is the only reason why I'm considering watching the movie in the first place. If this fictional man did not sob pathetically, then I would not be bothering lmao

I really like your idea of him being "fixed" by me, improving himself to be worthy of my love. Crying at my feet. God I'm obsessed with fictional men sobbing their eyes out, especially when they're antagonists. If I ever do ship with Patrick Bateman, that's all there is gonna be to our "relationship" -- him begging me to love him and me pretending to actually think about it lmao I would NOT be taking this self ship seriously in the slightest... we are all here to have fun on this silly little hellsite... I've tamed plenty of fictional murderers before, watch me do it again ❤

And thank you so much for the heads up about the explicit sex scenes, that was really nice of you to tell me. I don't have a problem with nudity/sex so I'll be alright there. I really love how you phrased that the on-screen sex would more likely be a deal breaker for me than the actual gore/murder 😂😂💙💙💙 thank you again!

#every time someone brings up Patrick in my inbox its either 'oh he'd LOVE you' -- OR -- #'oh what the fuck? why is he recommended to you' SDFLKJSDLFSDF???? #i did however watch the business card scene with my friend #and i died laughing. i hadn't laughed that hard in a long time #i didn't expect him to be such a loser. affectionate and deragatory. #anonymous #asks #my magical watch is like 'hey this universe is available but not recommended' #'beep beep' #can you imagine Ken hearing that I might potentially be adding another BF to my list #and he feels insecure because this new potential BF also cries pathetically just like Ken #and is also a misogynist just like Ken used to be #and he's like :( oh no :( sweet girl :( please don't replace me :( #and im like. no ken. no no honey. swear to god you could not be more different from this guy