#but I also think it’s stupid as fuck to give the way your backyard is received priority over actually containing your animals

[darkwood-sleddog]

A truly good “invisible fence” at work here. The Easy Pet Fence Steel Hex Web is over 5 feet tall and you can’t even see it. Just saying.

#dogblr #dog containment #continuing that conversation about invisible fencing being bad containment #and I don’t think it’s unreasonable that people don’t want to ‘see’ a fence #but I also think it’s stupid as fuck to give the way your backyard is received priority over actually containing your animals #anyways nobody would guess I have five foot fencing here except for the front side #which is slowly becoming covered by bushes #like it was also not expensive compared to wooden or plastic fencing #and is difficult for the dogs to climb or jump on because it is ‘loose’ #so they can’t really get a good grip #like #it was meant to keep coyotes out of areas it works for malamutes

[outofboundsarchives]

all my self-dignity leaves once incel!charlie is brought up pls bring him back ):

I'm so bad at writing about incel behaviors in a relationship, so here's him being a perv before you two start dating.

/Fem reader/

CW for: Stalking, Somno, manipulative behavior, pervy behavior

(Also send me your requests🖤)

•Charlie has always been perverted. He just knew how to hide it.

•You had been friends with Robbie first, which Charlie pushed for you two to become closer because he knew it would give him the opportunity to be around you and create common ground.

•The most he had been able to get from you was when you so graciously stood next to his desk as you talked to one of your friends that sat next to him. With your back to him, the bottom of your skirt caught on the edge of his desk.

•"God that skirt is so fucking short, how has she not been dressed coded yet," He thinks to himself before slipping his pen under the hem of your skirt and lifting it until he saw the bottom of your ass where it met the top of your thighs. "Wouldn't tell her to cover up either if it meant I could look at that cute little ass, fucking pervs,"

•After Charlie squirmed his way into your friendship with Robbie, suggesting all three of you work on school projects or the occasional hang out at the mall, you felt comfortable around him and even enjoyed all of you doing stuff together.

•Which is why you didn't think twice when he suggested they used your house to work on the physics presentation.

•"If not, it's okay. Robbies Dad works from home, and my internet can barely handle one laptop, let alone three. We can always use the library, but everyone else probably has that same idea,"

•Of course you accepted. After starting the project at your place and mostly messing around for an hour, Charlie left to use the restroom. You told him which door down the hall was the right one, and he left the dining room with a small thanks and a smile.

•He wasn't actually using the restroom but sneaking into your room to snatch a pair of used panties out of your hamper.

•He slid into your room and quickly grabbed them, knowing exactly where to look.

•Just because your window faces your backyard doesn't mean no one's looking.

•After a few more hours and little work getting done, you all called it a night. When Charlie got home, he collapsed on his bed, pulling the balled up fabric from his pocket, holding it up to his face as he inhaled deeply and grabbed his aching cock with his other hand.

•He scrambled to open the front of his jeans before wrapping the used underwear around his shaft, his leaking tip soaking precum into the gusset as he jerked himself off. The thought of your pussy pressing against the same fabric he was using sent him over the edge and he drenched the panties in his cum. They were absolutely ruined, but it was fine. He could always get another pair.

•Eventually your friendship grew, and you would sometimes hang out with just him without Robbie.

•Charlie's favorite thing was to watch horror movies. His favorite was the first Stab, so when he put it on for the millionth time, you dozed off a little more than halfway through, just like you did the last few times you watched it.

•Charlie waited a bit before his fingers started to rub circles across the top of your thigh. When you had no reaction, he moved a little higher, still nothing.

•He completely disregarded the movie as he looked down at your baggy shorts. His fingers gently pushed up the thin fabric until he could see the front of your panties.

•"God it's almost stupid how easy you are. Who wears something like this when they're hanging out with a friend?" He thinks to himself.

•When your unaware body has no reaction to his advances, he presses his pointer finger against your slit, rubbing up and down until the fabric becomes dark and slick with pre cum.

•You squirm a little at the touch but don't show any signs of waking, so Charlie lets his other hand fall to his buldge and begins to slowly undo his pants.

•His cock is hot and twitching as he removes it from his underwear and starts to stroke it. He spits into his palm and jerks himself off as he feels the slippery wetness beneath the fabric of your underwear.

•Charlie always edged himself before you hung out, so the feeling of your juices against his fingers drove him crazy. He relaxed his head against the back of the couch and watched as your brows furrow in pleasure.

•He couldn't stop the thoughts of pulling your underwear to the side and ramming his cock into your poor unprepared pussy. He craved the sounds of your pained gasp as your eyes snapped open and watched as he hammers into you, your walls painfully accepting his intrusion as you grab at his flannel and hair, desperate for an anchor to reality.

•He jolts slightly before pulling his hand from between your legs and shoving his soaked fingers into his mouth, getting lost in the taste of your slick melting onto his tongue, his cum pouring down his hand and onto his pale stomach.

•After cleaning himself up in your bathroom, he sneaks into your room to grab another pair of panties, knowing he'd have to be back for the ones you have on now later.

Also, I'm thinking about doing one of Charlie leaning more into being Ghostface and becoming more violent with the reader, what's are yalls thoughts?

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #charlie walker #scream 4 #scream #ghostface #charlie walker smut #ghostface smut

[eoieopda]

the one with soonyoung and the domino

pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader type: drabble (smut) | wc: 990 | rating: 18+ au: established relationship summary: you and your boyfriend are both prone to taking stupid bets. cw: competitive cockwarming; self-imposed orgasm denial; p in v penetration; creampie implied, i guess? lol; “petal” as a pet name because i like to suffer. a/n: feast upon my brain worms, my children. i have succumbed to delusion. 😵‍💫 ⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️ minors and ageless blogs will be blocked, on sight. my content is not for you. i do not want to interact with you. please respect my boundaries.

You’re competitive.

You accept this fact about yourself. Or, rather, you acknowledge that this trait exists and do nothing — not one thing — to change it. While your therapist may ask you to dig down, to figure out why you feel you have so much to prove, you know better. The rationale is puddle deep: you simply hate to lose.

To your friends’ horror, you weren’t alone in this. You’d managed to find the one person on planet Earth who could go toe-to-toe with you and remain on his feet. Kwon Soonyoung, it seems, was tailor-made to keep your pace.

It was a blessing and a curse, loving someone equally hellbent on winning. It made you an unstoppable team at backyard sports and drinking games — downright formidable, really — but it also led to both of your mouths writing checks your asses didn’t really want to cash.

A series of bad bets, just for the sake of it.

Just like this one.

“How are you holding up, petal?” 

Soonyoung sounds smug, but he’s asking through gritted teeth. 

“Better than you, I think,” You respond breezily because you’re unbothered, not because your body begs for you to sigh. “Sweet of you to ask.”

He hums in response, amusement so clear that he may as well have laughed instead. Either way, you feel that vibration in your chest, which is all but pressed to his. Arms linked around his neck, you lean in closer until you can nudge the tip of his nose with yours. The tiny shift in your posture makes your breath catch in your throat, but you swallow it back.

Instead, you smirk, “Not thinking of tapping out yet, are you, baby?”

When he lifts himself up to scoot closer to the back of the couch, you know exactly what he’s up to. Shameless, you think, trying to steal territory like this. The sole consolation you get from his movement — apart from the obvious — is that he looks like he’s full of regret for his choices. You are, too, of course.

Among other things.

“Could do this all day.” He smiles his way through a bold-faced lie. His palms run up your thighs, making you shiver; but then he pats them so innocently, you want to scream instead. “‘m perfectly comfortable. I might even fall asleep like this.”

Oh, you bastard.

It kills you to do it, but you refuse to take this dishonesty sitting down — well… — so, you take back the weight you’d balanced on your bent legs and center it. Gravity grabs you by the hips, pulls you down until he has nowhere left to run. Then, like a fucking masochist, you signal every muscle in your body to tense.

To your dismay, Soonyoung cracks, but he doesn’t break. He simply mutters, “Fuck,” and squeezes his eyes shut, sucking in a breath through his teeth that he then releases with a hiss.

“Sorry, did you say something?” Eyes wide and smile coquettish, you’re ready to devastate him whenever he deigns to lift his lids. “Didn’t catch that, baby.”

As it turns out, you’re not at all prepared for the look he gives you when his eyes reopen. There’s dark, and then there’s whatever the fuck has gotten into him to make his pupils dilate like that. Involuntarily, you clench. This time, he doesn’t flinch.

“You act big and bad now,” he drawls, grinning wolfishly. “But if I blink too hard, my cock could kiss your cervix. You know that, right?” Fingers scratch lightly at the goosebumps on your thighs. He knows you know; he’s buried too deep not to. “That if I have a sudden… coughing fit, for example, I could wind up rearranging your guts?”

You do your best to ignore the way his words make your pulse race. After all, you have an endgame to focus on. Only two options remain: fight nobly and risk him winning, or take him down with you. 

Fuck it.

He gave you the idea himself, didn’t he?

You sniffle for a moment, eyes flashing with mischief for even less time, and then you unwrap one arm from around his neck. With the crook of your elbow freed, you fake a sneeze; cunt clenching hard around his length while your hips jerk forward, dragging him along with you.

It was a calculated risk on your part. Unfortunately for you, you’ve never been great at math. That delicious friction is enough to grab you tight and fling you off the cliff without reservation. You tremble as you float, whole body alight with the orgasm you’d been fighting for the fifteen minutes since you sank down onto him.

Thankfully, Soonyoung isn’t any better off. He cums hard, hips jolting up to meet the underside of your thighs. Cock twitching and spilling, he groans like you’d done far more than just keep him warm. And despite the lack of physical exertion, you’re both panting — embarrassingly so.

“I fucking win,” he cheers faintly. Fist raised, weakly and triumphantly, he drops his head back against the couch. In an instant, his eyes flutter shut; he doesn’t see the way your nostrils flare.

You snort, “In what world?”

“Don’t be a sore loser, petal.” He chides you. He cracks one eye open and hits you with a lopsided grin. “I held out a full second longer.”

“You did not!” You gasp, smacking his chest with a muted thump. “The nerve of you, Soonyoung — the absolute gall!”

He flattens his mouth into a straight line. His eyes narrow the same way, unimpressed. “I only came because you did. Might’ve been a domino effect, but you fell first.”

“So, we both lost, then,” you huff, crossing your arms indignantly.

He flattens his palms against the cushion below, sits up properly, and steals a kiss from your pouty lips. 

“Nah,” he hums. Unsatiated, he steals another. “Think we both won.”

On the inside, you swoon, but on the outside, you roll your eyes. “Fine. I wasn’t planning on paying up, anyway.”

#jade writes #jade’s drabbles #svt #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #svt smut #svt drabble #svt imagine #svt scenarios #hoshi smut #hoshi drabble #hoshi imagine #hoshi scenarios #soonyoung smut #soonyoung drabble #soonyoung imagine #soonyoung scenario #ksy #hoshi x reader #hoshi x y/n #hoshi x you #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung x y/n #soonyoung x you #seventeen #minors do not interact #re: the one with soonyoung and the domino

[teneleven12xiii]

Another Loscar Drabble

The thought of being apart from Logan scared him half to death, so he suggests the only thing his brain could conjure up,

“Let’s get married,”

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Set in 2023 during the Las Vegas grand prix

“Osc, I don’t know if I’ll be racing next year” when Logan pulled him behind the Williams hospitality building he did not expect that sentence to come out of his mouth.

“What do you mean? What did James Vowles say?” his brows furrowed in confusion,

“They’re still negotiating a contract for me but my performance hasn't been good, I’ve cost the team too much money, more money than I’m worth.” Oscar moves his head to look up at Logan, there’s sadness in his eyes. “I get why no one would want me,”

“Don’t say that, Do not say that!! You were improving, I’ve watched you race, seen what you can do, and I know you can and will do it again. They’d be stupid to not give you another chance.”

“Osc,”

“And I want you okay? Always have and always will”

“Osc,”

“You think everyone hates you but I’m here and I fucking love you okay? I’ve been in love with you since we were 18 and young and stupid. I've been in love with you for so long I don’t know how to stop, and I’ll probably keep loving you for the rest of our lives. So don’t you dare say that no one wants you because I do. I want you”

“Oscar!” Oscar’s entire body jerks back in surprise, “I’m in love with you too” The thought of being apart from Logan scared him half to death, so he suggests the only thing his brain could conjure up,

“Let's get married” after a short wave of silence he mutters soft and quiet,

“Are you sure?” Logan asks

“Do you not want to marry me?” Oscar looks up at him with his glossy brown eyes, so wide and unsure that Logan had to suppress the urge to laugh, or press a kiss to his lips.

“Well I do wanna marry you, for years now. it’s just— we confessed our feelings to each other less than 5 minutes ago, Osc” Oscar nods but still he repeats,

“Let’s get married” he lets Logan wrap his arms around his waist, as he lays his head on the American’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne and body wash.

So they get married the next day, after finding suitable wedding attire and rings, in a wedding chapel with a sweet photographer who had her hands full with how much Oscar and Logan were giggling and moving around. She had managed to snap a few good pictures but they also asked to keep the burly ones using them as their lock screen. They had forgotten to write their vows so they both decided to wing it and still it was the most beautiful promise of love Oscar had ever heard. Logan cried and as he was about to make fun of his husband he slips the ring on to Logan’s finger he was crying too. Oscar did not expect for their first kiss to be on their wedding day but he’s not mad about it, he thinks it’s sweet and special, he still does. They hang up their wedding photos in their shared apartment in London, also in their homes in Australia and Florida. Both of their mothers both cried when they found out a few weeks later, then chewed their ears out for getting married in Las Vegas of all places on a whim, when they went home to Melbourne that winter break Logan had tuck himself into Oscar’s mother’s arms and told her,

“I’m sorry mrs. Piastri. I just love your son so much I couldn’t wait, please don’t be mad at us,” His mother who has always had a soft spot for the American just gave him a pat on the head and all was forgiven, with the promise that they would never do anything like this ever again.

Logan’s father shook his hand and welcomed him to the family, Dalton gave him the- if you ever hurt him I swear no one will ever find your body- talk then quickly reminded him that Florida is famous for their alligators. They honeymooned in the Bahamas before he had to go back to England for training camp. They spent Logan’s birthday on his boat a little ways out in the ocean, just the two of them then they watch the fireworks in his backyard and Oscar left for England with tears in his eyes the day after new years.

Bahrain arrives a few months later and Oscar can see Logan a little ways down the padock with his team, sunshine reflective off the ring on his finger, Oscar held his hand up to the sun smiling fondly as he studies it. Next to him Lando mumbles out a,

“Are you really not going to tell me who you’re married to?” Oscar laughs,

“You’ll figure it out,”

#logan sargeant #oscar piastri #f1 drabble #loscar au #loscar secretly get married

[slutforthanatos]

So, I have a weakness for blondes. Armin Arlert x Reader. I want to write fantasy! So, thusly, I guess this is a very obvious fantasy romance. Armin is an angel, and the reader is a curious woman who has a weakness for pretty boy made by God. Reader is in college. This may become a series if I want it to be one. CW: Talk of car accidents, death. Religion.

It was a typical night with your friends. You all were sitting around a campfire, talking like how you usually do. You all had came upon the topic of the Bible, and angels, to be exact. "So, y/n, do you believe in angels?" Your friend says, curiously prodding. "I'm logic brained. If there is proof of such, then I'm open to finding it. But, in the world of science, my opinion would be refuted." You say, shrugging. "I believe a lot of things."

You actually didn't know what to believe. You seemed more inclined to believe in such, but you also were such a science nerd that your logic overpowered your fantasy-like beliefs.

"I need to get going, I have shit to do." You say, standing up from the log you were sitting on. "See ya!"

You began your walk home, your earbuds blasting your favorite music as you walked down the empty highway. Was it stupid of you to be walking down a highway in the middle of the night? Maybe, but you had to take this way home, and you were pretty sure that you could tell if a car was coming.

It wasn't until you were only 15 minutes from your house, when a car came speeding down the highway, headlights off. You instinctively went to move, but when the car slid, it knocked you off your feet. Everything went black. The pain was everything, and nothing.

You came to, lying on the side of the road. Road rash covered your thighs, but you were alive. You stare up at the sky, the sun just getting ready to come up. "That was a close one." You hear a voice say. Surprised, you sit up- well, you try to. The pain of your raw thighs and aching fucking back causes you to groan out in pain. "Who was that?" You ask, feeling like shit.

"It was me." You hear the masculine voice say. Turning around, you see a pair of strikingly gorgeous blue eyes. Then you see beautiful blonde locks, and then, a pair of golden wings. "Nice costume, guy. Did you see me get hit or some shit?" You say, thinking it's just some guy walking the highway.

"What do you mean costume?" He stands up, his hands locking under your armpits as he pulls you to your feet. "I'm your Guardian Angel." The reply would've made you laugh in disbelief, if it hadn't been for the feeling of your own knees practically collapsing beneath you. "Guardian Angel, yeah." You say, turning around to face the beautiful man behind you.

Now, if it came down to solely looks, you would believe he's an angel. He looked perfectly sculpted by, well, God. Broad shoulders nicely accentuated a narrow waist, while his wings glimmered as if they weren't some flimsy Halloween costume.

"Alright, if you're an angel, give me a reason to believe you." You say. "Okay. Your name is Y/N L/N, you were born on (D/O/B), you're a lover of science, and...." He pauses. "You have a weakness for blondes."

"So you probably found my ID on me, and you're trying to worm your way into my likes." You say. "I need a real reason, or I'm just gonna fuck off." "Alright. When you were twelve, you wrote the word 'Fuck' in your diary. You were so worried that your parents would find it, that you buried it in your backyard."

"That's it? Really?" You say. "I was expecting some real heavy shit." "I wanna see you fly then. Show me that your wings work." He jumps up, levitating slightly. His wings flap, sending him into the air. He flies around, his arms wide out, as he maps out the sky. He lands back on the ground. Walking closer to you, he asks, "Is that enough?".

"Well, okay." You say, looking around. "So what happened to me?" "You got hit. I saved you within an inch of your life. Such is my duty." He says. "Alright, wait, here's a test. Did you hear me talking about angels last night? You must've arranged some kind of fates shit so that you could prove to me that angels exist." And hot angels, too, you think.

"I was sent to prove a point. I was also sent to protect you." He says. "So, are you gonna fly back to Heaven, or are you my bodyguard now?" You say. "I always was, Y/N. You just couldn't see me before."

While you both are walking home, you can't help but be curious about him. "So, do you have any type of marking to show you're an angel?" You ask. He holds out his wrist, a symbol written on it. It simply says the word 'Divine'. "Badass tattoo." You joke. He glares at you, slightly, before clapping back. "Like the tattoo on your hip that you've been hiding from your family for years, even though you're an adult?"

Hey, now. "Are you trying to keep proving that you're an angel? Cause that whole flying thing really knocked my socks off." "You could've seen the tattoo when I was out."

"You're right, I could've." He simply says.

You arrive at your house, opening the door. "Alright, Guardian Angel.. I'm gonna go take a shower." You stare at the impeccably beautiful man on your front porch. "Do you want to, like, come in?"

"I go wherever you go. Such is my duty." He says. "So, we're roommates now?" You ask. "God willed it."

You let the angelic man into your house, his wings being slightly unable to fit through the door. I guess the person who built this house didn't expect an entire fucking angel to be living here, but oh well.

"Well, I'll be in the bathroom." You say, walking over to the hallway. You're astounded to see him following you. You stop, facing him. "I kinda, like, have to be alone for this." You say. "I go wherever you go. I have to look out for you." "Right, but, with all due respect, this is something completely different than me walking home." You say. Not that you were repulsed by the thought of this very beautiful man showering with you, but you honestly did think that all of this was moving incredibly fast.

"As you wish. I will stay here." He sits on your bed. It's not like he hasn't seen me showering before, you think. You come out of the shower, seeing him still sitting on the bed. He's like, a robot, you think. "Did you sit there the whole time?" You say. "What else was I supposed to do?" He says. "I don't know, what do angels usually do?" "We sleep, until given our task. We perform our task, until the angel of Death performs his." Okay. That totally made sense. Not. "So, don't you want to learn about the human world? So that you don't sit here all day?" You say. "I only have time to look out for you. Nothing else." "Well, you're gonna be spending a lot of time with me, so you can learn about the human world." He sighs. "I'm an angel. I don't need to do human things. I am here to help the humans." "At least try this." You hand him a treat. It's a piece of a chocolate bar. "Chocolate?" He says. "I'm sorry, but I don't have a need to eat-" "Come on, I'm asking nicely." "Fine." He sighs, biting the chocolate. "It tastes sweet." "You like it, right?" "I enjoy it, yes. But it is not part of my task to eat chocolate."

Oh, come on, Guardian Angel. Lighten up. "If you're gonna insist on living with me, then I want you to shoot the shit with me." You say. "Shoot the what?" He asks. "I mean talk with me, Guardian Angel." You say. "What's your name, anyways?"

"I wasn't given a name." He speaks. "Then, I'm going to let you pick one." You say, bringing out your phone. You search up male names, and you click on the first link you see. "Pick one!" You say. He stares at the screen in his hand. "I do not need a name, but thank you." "Come on, there wasn't one there that you liked?" You prod. "I'll give you one, then. I'm picking 'Armin' for you."

"It is the name you have given me. I will respond to it." He speaks. "You need rest. Your body is tired." You can't argue with that, since you're pretty tired. You get into bed, wrapping the covers around you. Your angel- Armin, sits next to you. "Goodnight, Y/N." He says. "Goodnight, Armin."

dividers by benkeibear

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #armin #armin x reader #fantasy

[beaker1636]

E is For Exhibitionism - Chris

A/N: so this one I got a bit into so it has a bonus scene and also I’ve noticed face sitting is clearly winning for F so that’s what y’all are gonna get for F 😳😳

“Looks like you two had fun last night,” Chris teases Ricky and Naomi when they both walked into his house to help set everything up for the dinner the entire band decided to have together, all of them and their girlfriends are close so they thought it would be nice to have a gathering where everyone could just relax and hang out.. And Chris being the one with the pool and big backyard agreed, figuring that everyone could just swim and hang out for awhile, maybe have a bonfire when it got dark.

“Yeah we gave up and decided to make the most out of it because we’d be stuck without for a week,” Rick says, Naomi blushing red next to him.  She may be open with her boyfriend but she still gets embarrassed talking to others about their personal activities.

“Yeah, hey speaking of I have yours for the night, I will be nice and give it to you before everyone arrives.  So yeah, E is for Exhibitionism… to pass I have to be aware of it to know you two are actually doing it,” Ricky says, giving Chris a look saying that he knows something that Mia and Naomi are not aware of.

“Easy enough, so we can fuck with eachother under a blanket or something as long as one of us gets off? Not that different than fucking around on the bus,” Chris shrugs with a laugh, if Rick was trying to fluster him then he would have to try a lot harder than that.

“Wait, you have broken the bus rule?” Vinny asks as he walks up with Carlotta, catching the tail end of the conversation. “Please tell me that it wasn’t on the couch.” He says with a shudder.

“Where the fuck else would it have been as lanky as Chris is they wouldn’t fit on the bus,” Naomi said, giving Vinny side eye from his clearly stupid comment.

“Like that day I walked in on you two,” Rick teased, making you and Chris blush lightly at how the guitarist didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that he had walked in on it before.

Everyone had shown up finally so you led all the girls upstairs so that you could change into your bathing suits, ready to relax in the pool together… and also just so you can talk away from the boys.

“So are any of you as uncomfortable with this game thing as I am?” Lottie asks, glancing around the room. “I mean I should assume they all talk about shit together but it’s weird knowing they are.”

“Ehh, doesn’t bother me much honestly but Chris and I are pretty open about things and have tried way more than we probably should have,” you answer, turning your back so you could slip your top off and slide your bathing suit top on. “But I can understand why it would make you a bit uncomfortable, you’re easily the shy one out of all of us.”

“I’m not shy, I just don’t like sharing things like that, I never have been.  I mean it is kind of fun because it’ll make us change things up,” Lottie responds.

“I agree though that it is a little weird, like I can understand why it would make you uncomfortable.  I think all of us would have felt the same way when we were still new to our relationships with the guys.  Unfortunately when you are with a guy who spends 75 percent of his time living on a bus you just have to accept that they’re going to all know more than you’d probably like,” Ariana says. “But I’ve been with Ryan so long that it doesn’t weird me out that much that he talks to them about these things.” 

“No it weirds me out a little bit too,” Vanessa adds. “I’m still so weirded out that Chris walked in the other day.”

By this point all of you had changed and were now just finding different spots to sit around in the bedroom that you led them to while you talk.

“Lottie gets lucky and Vin is just as quiet about those things so other than him telling Rick it was great he didn’t share anything… but ya’ll can’t tell me that none of you have some hopes of things that you will get from your letters.  That you don’t have shit you want to try but are scared to actually try,” Naomi says, sending Lottie a shy smirk.

“First of all my name is Carlotta to all of you, Vin is the only one I am fine with calling me that.  And second, just because you know that I appreciate when he is rough despite the fact he rarely is doesn’t mean you need to bring it up,” Carlotta says, embarrassed and trying to hide her red face in her hands.

“Dude we land on T and I won’t lie I am hoping we get a threesome because it would be fun to try once,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders when they all glance at you.

“I mean there are some things that could be fun but I didn’t look when all our letters would fall,” Ariana says, sending you a look.

“Are you all ready or are you going to keep talking about awful things,” Ryan yells through the closed door with a laugh, knowing that you all are likely talking about the game as well.

Ariana opens the door rolling her eyes and gives him a quick kiss before going down the stairs to head out back, everyone following.  You notice Carlotta stayed back and slipped a shirt on over her swimsuit, it might not mean much to many people but you know how easy it is to be uncomfortable in your skin and decide to hang back by her so that you could talk to her quickly.

“Hey, you know that none of us are judging you right? Like we genuinely don’t think you need to hide your body or anything just because you aren’t as slim as the rest of us right?” You ask her, wanting to help her feel a bit more comfortable. “Honestly I’m jealous, you have curves to die for and you are hiding them.”

“I just… I don’t like showing myself is all.  I still get shy with Vinny about it and we’ve been together awhile now,” Carlotta answers glancing down, avoiding your eyes as the two of you slowly join everyone else.

“Well just so you know, you have no reason to hide it because you are hot.  If I were you I’d want to show it off,” you respond back, smiling at her when she blushes at your words.

Honestly, you feel like you are the “mom” of this friend group, like you have to be there for everyone, but you love being that way.  You love being able to help your friends with things and that all of them are comfortable coming to you about things.  Carlotta is the newest addition to the group and you know that she struggles to feel like she fits in with everyone at times so you try to make sure that she gets included in things.

You smile to yourself when you see Vinny walks up and wraps his hands around her waist, saying something in her ear that makes her smile.

Eventually everyone is in the pool except for Ryan and Chris who are currently grilling dinner while the rest of you are lounging around and talking, you happy to see that people are also making sure that Carlotta is a part of everything right now.  

When dinner gets done you all find spots around outside to eat before getting back in the pool, now everyone is swimming around a bit more and enjoying themselves now that they have a full stomach from the food.

Chris sneaks up behind you, resting his hands on your waist as he bends around to kiss your cheek.  You lean back into his touch, you love that he is always really close to you when possible, even if it is just little touches like these. 

“What are you thinking Mia?” he asks you softly as you both stand there in the pool, watching everyone messing around with each other, laughing and having fun. 

“How nice this is, that I love our fucked up little family that we have made over the years.  It makes me happy seeing everyone happy,” you say softly, turning to face him with a smile.

“This is nice, I’m glad we are one of those groups that enjoy being around each other, that I know we will always be around to help when it is needed.” he responds, bending down and giving you a quick kiss. 

Without warning it suddenly started to downpour on all of you, Chris laughing when everyone hurried to get out, grab their towels and head inside.  All of you caught off guard at the sudden change in weather.

“Why don’t we switch gears, I can put a movie on in the living room if any of you still wanted to hang out for awhile,” Chris suggests when you all are gathered in the kitchen after changing out of your clothing.

Everyone agreed except for Carlotta and Vin, they were going to head out because she has to work early in the morning.  You make sure to pull her into a hug before they leave to thank her for coming.

When you sit down on one of your couches next to Chris he pulls a blanket around the two of you as the movie starts, you moving to lean your head on his shoulder while one of his hands rests on your thigh.

Maybe twenty minutes later you notice that his hand is beginning to move upwards, slowly leaving teasing touches along your bare thigh, easily slipping his hand in the waistband of your lounge shorts that you have on so he could rub your bareskin. 

When you look up at him questioning silently what he was doing he turns his head, moving to whisper in your ear.

“Our letter from Rick was Exhibinationism, he is the only one who has a clue what we are doing. Make sure you don’t clue anyone in to what I am doing to you,” he whispers softly before turning to watch the movie again, acting like everything was completely normal right now but knowing that it is not.  

You shift slightly when you feel him begin to rub you slightly through your panties, you would be lying if you said that this wasn’t turning you on, trying to not get caught while he messes with you… but fuck it would be so awkward  if you did get caught right now. 

Slipping your panties to the side he trails two fingers from your opening to your clit, circling it slowly and smirking slightly when he can feel how wet you are, getting slightly turned on himself at the fact that you are currently a mess.  Sliding two fingers in you he moves them slightly, trying not to move enough that anyone can tell what he is currently doing to you under the blanket.

You hear him say something but your brain doesn’t register what is being said exactly as you are focused on not showing how turned on you are right now, focused on not letting any sounds out as he continues to move lightly, teasing you and not giving you enough of what you need.

Shifting again to try and give him a little more room to work with gets you the reward of him moving a little faster, his thumb starting to toy with your clit as he continues to finger you under the blanket, you moving to cover your mouth when a quiet moan slips out of your lips, you letting out a sigh after you look around and realize that nobody has noticed.

“Good girl, if you keep quiet I’ll let you finish,” Chris whispers in your ear, you know that his words have you blushing, you can feel the heat in your face and thank god that everyone is focused on the movie.

He shifts again, this time curling his fingers in a way that he knows allows him to hit your g-spot, smirking when he sees the look on  your face change as you try so hard to hold it back, he is loving the fact that only he and Rick knows what is going on, knowing his friend is aware of what he is doing and that with only his hand he can get you this needy.

One last thrust of his fingers is all it takes before you finish on his hand, covering your face with one of yours as you try so hard not to clue anyone in on what is going on as you come down from the high that Chris just gave you, that only Chris is capable of giving you… and the fact that nobody is aware turns you on even more.

When you come back to your senses you realize the movie is almost over, so you decide to turn towards Chris and this time it is your turn to tease him as you whisper in his ear, “You are so going to get it when everyone leaves.” 

When the movie is over and the rest of your friends leave you giggle when Chris wraps his arms around you the second the door is shut and begins carrying you up towards your shared bedroom knowing a long night is ahead of you.

Bonus Scene

You giggle when Chris throws you on your shared bed, quickly settling over the top of you with a hand on your throat while the other holds him over the top of you.

“You 're feeling bold saying I am going to get it when everyone leaves… we both know who is in charge here.  I think I may need to remind you,” he says lowly, his hand now applying some pressure to your throat as you begin to shift underneath him.

“Then do it,” you challenge when he lets go, knowing if you egg him on that it really will get him going, get the aggressive side out that you love the most.  When he moves and grabs your hand to make you stand up you get a little excited, knowing that he's either going to bend you over or he is going to force you to your knees to suck his cock and you are perfectly fine with either option.

“Should I be nice and fuck you like I know you want? Or should I be mean and make you suck me, you did already get to finish once so maybe it should be my turn?” He taunts, watching your face as you process his words.

You just get down on your knees, moving to slide his zipper down so you can remove his pants and boxers before you pull him out and being to stroke his hard length while you wait for him to decide what he wants.

“Fuck, such an eager whore tonight are we? Did getting off knowing you could get caught turn you on?” He asks you as he gathers your hair into one hand into a makeshift ponytail while he moves you so that you are face to face with his cock.

You open your mouth, tongue out, just like you know he likes you to be before you get to suck him.  When he gives you the nod, that it is okay for you to take him in your mouth you do, bobbing your head as you take more and more of him until you take all of him.  He holds you down for a moment, enjoying the tears that start to stream down your face as your throat constricts around him.

“You always look so pretty when your makeup runs down your face,” he groans, letting you finally move back before he begins rocking his hips, starting to build up some momentum before he full on begins to fuck your throat. Loving the pretty sounds that you make while you take him so good, doing your best to please him as he takes what he needs from you without restraint.

He pulls your hair, forcing you off of him with a pop while he lets out a groan, clearly close to his end at this point.

“Hands and knees for me, you did so good with my cock in your mouth I think you earned a reward, such a good girl,” he groans as he helps you up and pushes you down on the bed, sliding your panties off and sliding into you without warning as he pushes your face into the bed.

“Fuck, this is how you like me right? You like it when I treat you like a whore?” He grunts out as he begins slamming his hips into your ass as he takes you, hard and fast, knowing that both of you will fall over the edge quickly.

“Yes, god yes,” you groan out at his words, feeling that familiar knot forming in your stomach as you get close.

“Play with yourself baby, I need you to cum for me before I do, please?” He begs, grabbing one of your hands and leading it between your thighs, urging you to rub your own clit while he pounds into you.

You do as he asked, gasping when you are almost there, one particular hard thrust throwing you over the edge as you let go, clenching around Chris, him letting out a groan as he cums inside of you, slowing down before finally pulling out.

“I love watching my cum come back out of you after, I don’t know why but it’s hot,” he admits with a chuckle before he moves, grabbing one of the random towels left on your floor from earlier when you and the girls came inside and changed so he could help clean you up.

“You did really good baby, you took me so well and kept yourself together so good downstairs,” he praised, pulling you into his chest when you stood up to get your pajamas back on. 

“Maybe next time we will do something more risky,” he teases before he lays in bed, grabbing your arm to pull you into bed with him.  

“Yeah no, but I have an idea for the next letter, I feel like Carlotta needs a confidence boost and it is something that I don’t think she would ever go for if we don’t basically make them,” you say softly, both of you discussing that and then switching the tv on to one of your shows as you lay there together.

#motionless in white #vinny mauro #motionless in white imagine #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #chris motionless #ricky olson #ryan sitkowski #justin morrow #ricky horror #Chris motionless smut

[julesthequirky]

The 'Uncle': Part One

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: Three years ago your mother introduced you to her new boyfriend, Dean, and since then you've all gelled as a new family. Dean treats your mother like she's the finest gold and you honestly couldn't be happier for her. But what you weren't counting on was a new 'uncle', and there's something about the way that he looks at you that makes your skin crawl...

Characters/Pairings: Step 'Uncle'!Sam x Step 'Neice'!Reader, Dean, OC Denise (reader's mother), Omar, Tony, Raven, Emily.

Overall Warnings: Noncon (rape), degradation, finger sucking, mentions of blowjobs, blackmail, manipulation.

W/C: 2,336

“She’s eighteen, Denise. I’m sure she’ll be fine on her own.”

“I don’t know,” Your mother chewed her bottom lip. “What if something happens? I’d feel better if someone was here, like Sam.”

Fuck. No. Anyone but him. Dread lined the pit of your stomach at the thought of Dean’s brother in your home for a week whilst your mother and Dean went on vacation.

“Mom, please. I’m an adult.”

“You’re not twenty-one yet, missy.”

You pleaded, giving her your best Bambi eyes. She turned to Dean, who had his arm around her waist.

“You know what I think, Dee? She’s old enough, and Y/N is a good kid,” he chuckled. “Hell, kids her age are doing all sorts of things - drinking, parties, passing something from Kentucky, ahah.” Dean petered off as he realised he’d put his foot in it.

He chuckled, and you shot him a look to say, ’Why’d you go and say that for?’. But, of course, your mother would never let you stay home alone now, and she stared dumbstruck at her boyfriend for a moment before turning to you.

“I’m calling Sam.”

“No, Mom, please. I don’t need supervision!”

“Dee—” Dean attempted.

“No, I’ve made up my mind.” With that, she strutted off, already dialling his number.

Dammit. That was it then.

“Sorry, kiddo.” Dean squeezed your shoulder as your mother stayed firm in her decision and he followed her into the living area.

Knowing Sam would be sitting put a sour taste in your mouth, and nausea roiled in your stomach. You would be subject to him for a week, where he would get away with anything. And they had no idea.

It started two years ago when Sam came over to celebrate the 4th of July. Dean was at the barbecue, beer in hand, tongs in another, and wearing an apron that made you and your mother laugh, prompting you to tell him, ‘That’s not what meat man means’.

You were dancing to music in your cutest short-shorts and t-shirt, with the hosepipe filling the inflatable pool, when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, the feeling extending down your spine. You turned, hose in hand, and your eyes honed in on the cause.

You thought Dean was tall. Well, he was taller. And he was staring right at you. Your smile slipped. Something about the intensity of his look made you nervous, and you couldn’t help but shake the feeling of being caught in a predator’s gaze.

He raised the beer to his mouth, and you turned to face the pool, eyes fixed on the water rippling, intent on not gaining any more attention than you had already garnered.

Out of sheer luck, you managed to stay away from Sam. When he was around, you were out. But it seemed that the inevitable couldn’t be fought.

*

Fuck. Fuck Fuck!!! You mentally cursed yourself out as you approached the house. The lights were on. Meaning Sam was home. Thinking you’d be fine, you hadn’t taken your rucksack with a spare change of clothes. Which also meant that you couldn’t even use your typical studying excuse.

You weren’t stupid enough to go through the front door, so you sneaked around the house’s edge to not set the sprinkler’s off and headed for the backyard gate. You gave it a tentative push, and it swung open slightly. Relief washed through you, intensely grateful that you wouldn’t be attempting parkour tonight.

You edged towards the trellis that lead up to your balcony when suddenly you were plunged into darkness. The fuck?

You knelt, frozen on the spot, heart pounding in your chest, as you listened desperately for a sound, anything. But nothing, except for the crickets in the grass. You mentally chided yourself and willed yourself to calm down. Still, the adrenaline running through your veins had you on edge, and you wouldn’t breathe until you were safe inside your room.

With some sense of calmness, you make your way to the trellis. You’re sure that he’s probably gone to sleep. With that self-reassurance, you climbed the frame with ease and expertise. Dean had talked about bringing it down as it blocked the sight of the yard from the living room, but you’d managed to talk him out of it.

You dropped onto the balcony, making barely a sound, and quickly found relief as you let yourself into your bedroom. You closed the door behind you and closed the curtains, making it look like you had been here all along.

“Have a good time out?” A voice asked.

“Fffffuuuuuuuuck!!” You yelled, heart soaring to your throat, a coldness washing over you. You spun around to see Sam sitting in the corner of your room.

He clicked on the bedside lamp beside him. Then, watching you, he rose to his feet. That familiar prickly feeling came to your head and awareness of how screwed you were slid down your spine.

You opened your mouth, but he beat you to it. “There are cameras. By the gate, Y/N.”

Shit. You’d forgotten about the damn cameras. Dean had installed them, joking that they were only for show, only because your mother had worried herself over intruders.

He stepped closer until he had you craning your neck back just to look at him. He was so damn tall. You swallowed thickly…. you were in the shit, for sure.

Sam was a brooder. He was patient and always found the right opportunity that worked in his favour.

“Does your momma know you dress like a slut?” Sam asked, fingering the hem of your super short skirt.

Your hand swatted his away, and his eyes narrowed at your slight. You’d poked the bear. Nice one.

“Your momma gave me a list of rules for you to adhere to. No parties, no drinking, no smoking and no boys. How many do y’think you’ve broken? Three at least, I’d say.”

All of them. You’d broken all your mother’s rules.

Damn. Fuck. You had swilled your mouth with mouthwash at least twice and popped a mint just in case, and to combat the herbal smell you had sprayed so much, you had coughed and spluttered before Ubering back. On top of that, you had begged your Uber driver, Omar, to stop at least a block away, so Sam wouldn’t get suspicious.

If he was angry, he didn’t show it. In fact, you’d say he’d been waiting for this moment as a smirk curved his lips.

“Your momma thinks you’re this perfect little angel, but I know different. And Dean’s too pussywhipped to see through your little act.”

In the two years you’ve known Sam, he’d barely spoken two words to you. Now, filth was spewing from his lips.

You had the wool pulled over your mother’s and Dean’s eyes. And they were none the wiser. You’d perfected the routine. Practised the lie so much it was second nature. Now, standing before you, Sam posed as a real threat to your perfectly curated deception.

“You weren’t supposed to be here!” You admitted, and he laughed.

“Oh, I know, darlin’. Did mommy dearest just have to go and ruin your plans?” he mocked  condescendingly.

The nerve of this man. It angered you. He knew exactly how your mother worried herself nearly to death. And he used it to his advantage feeding into her anxiety. He whispered poison into her ear, and no amount of convincing could appeal to her rationale. It all fell on deaf ears.

“She’s just concerned.”

And she had every right to be. At four, you had been out with your dad, doing errands, and a drunk driver on the wrong side of the road had ploughed headfirst into your dad’s car, killing him instantly. He never stood a chance. You on the other hand – it had been a miracle that you had come out almost unscathed.

“Is that so?” A malicious grin spread across his face.

You backed up, eyes wide, mouth forming a small o, the prey to a predator, as he stalked towards you. When the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress you almost fell on your ass, but Sam gripped your shoulder, stopping you from going anywhere.

“Well, she should be concerned.”

Danger spiked his words and fear rooted you to the spot.

“I’ll tell Dean.” You managed to choke out.

He snorted. “You’ll tell Dean what? How you seduced a grown man. That you couldn’t control yourself and succumbed to the lust surging in that little body o’ yours. Who do you think he’s gonna believe? The lawyer or the whore?”

“I’m not a whore.” You stood defiant.

“Oh please. I know you’ve sucked more cock than anybody else in your year.”

His fingers trailed over the curve of your lips. A whimper slipped out, and you gave a tentative shake of your head.

“Sam…”

He grinned like a child that was happy playing with its toy. He pushed his fingers past your lips and into the hot cave of your mouth.

“Suck.” He ordered.

You wouldn’t. You stood, staring hard at him with a mouth full of his fingers.

He bent low, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear.

“If you don’t start sucking, I’ll call your mother and tell her all about tonight.”

That bastard. Heat flamed your cheeks, and the strange sensation of shame filled you. His fingers nudged forwards, the heavy digits resting on your tongue curling down to the back of your throat.

If your mother found out about your exploits, you could kiss goodbye to the prospect of staying in a college dorm come September. Your mother would never let you out of her sights, and you’d never know freedom.

After a moment, your cheeks hollowed, and your tongue flexed. He groaned in pleasure.

“Such a good girl.” He praised.

Your tongue lashed over the digits, curling around them, sucking them as deep as they would go until eventually he pulled his fingers free with a resounding pop.

You avoided his gaze until he tipped your chin back.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You refused to answer him. He tutted, then grasped your chin and forced your head to shake ‘no’.

“Please. Let me go. I just want to sleep.”

You wished you’d taken up Emily’s offer to bunk at her place. Sleeping on a pull-out bed where the springs poked your back seemed far more appetizing than facing your ‘uncle’ tonight. You’d considered it, played around with it in your mind, but had you not turned up until morning, Sam would have called your mother.

“Let you go? Don’ think so, girlie.”

Your eyes fluttered shut and the first drop of a tear, slipped down, catching on his hand.

“Please.”

His fingers grasping your chin, loosened, eventually letting go. Shuddering in a breath, your eyes opened,

“I won’t tell anyone.” You’d take it to the grave.

“You won’t?”

You shook your head. You just wanted him to stop.

“I’ll stay in and do the housework. I’ll—”

“Bargaining won’t work with me, darlin’.”

Fuck. Your stomach dropped, leaving a sour taste in your mouth, and your heart thudded heavily in your chest. You craned your neck to look at him, and took a steady breath.

“So, who was the lucky boy tonight?”

His question caught you off guard, it had you blinking in confusion.

“C’mon, darlin’. I know you’re not stupid. Who’s cock did you suck?”

You shook your head. “No-ones.” You lied.

Long time crush, hot quarterback Tony had been at the party with a few of his buddies, playing beer pong. Emily had pushed you towards him, and then she had quickly ditched you, going off with Raven.

You’d forced yourself to make small talk, all the while wondering what the fuck you were doing. You’d almost pinched yourself when he suggested that he wanted to dance. With you. His body moved close to yours, closer still. His lips brushed your ear, your lips, your neck, hands exploring your heated skin. and you’d said the hell with it.

Tony had pulled you into a cloakroom, the chord light switch cast shadows, as you kissed. Then the next thing you were taking him into your mouth, with satisfied groans above you.

Sam sighed and pulled out his phone. he made a few taps before angling the screen down to you. Right there, from a hidden camera was Tony, pants down and you on your knees, hands gripping his hips.

All the energy within evaporated, and the colour drained from your face. How? No, you didn’t want to know.

“You’re a dirty little liar.” He whispered.

“Sam, I—”

“Save it,” he interrupted. “What would your momma say, hmm?”

He made a few more taps, turning it back around for you to see. Your mother was clicked ready to send. Your eyes widened, and adrenaline shot through your system, heating your temperature. He wouldn’t. But he would, and you knew that. He would do just about anything to get what he wanted.

“Please! You can’t. She’d lose her mind! I’d lose college privileges. Please, Sam, please!” you begged, hysterical, desperate for him to back away from the nuclear button.

Sam’s eyebrows raised as you begged and pleaded. But no amount would stop him on his current mission to screw up your life. Nothing would stop him unless he got what he wanted. You slumped, defeated.

 “Tell me what you want.”

 A slow malicious grin spread across his face, glee danced in his eyes. Sam leant down, pushing his face to yours.

“Oh darlin’, ‘m gunna pop your cherry.”

Coldness swooped down, freezing your blood, and his words knocked around your head, but you could barely hear them over the thrashing heartbeat in your ears.

No. No. No.

Your breath rasped, coming out quicker when his hand soothed down your cheek. Your eyes squeezed shut unable to stop the sob of hopelessness escaping your chest.

#The 'Uncle' #julesthequirky's fics #reader insert #sam winchester fanfiction #sam fic #sam winchester

[insomniziam]

So Kate insisted on a trip to Italy to stunt when Liam was still sick and should not have been flying anywhere and now he's been hospitalised again 🤬🤬🤬

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-12510857/Liam-Payne-hospital-severe-kidney-pain-Lake-Como.html#co

I swear, every time I think I couldn't be surprised by that woman's level of self absorbed and selfishness, and every time she reaches an even lower level:

The fact that the first time he was hospitalised for a week she had seen no issue posting photo after photo of her using his money - even if you don't believe them to be a stunt, the fact alone that she clearly doesn't work and lives purely off of Liam's money, buying expensive clothes and going on lavish holidays should be enough to show her true intentions - to go out drinking with friends, post videos of his backyard and her getting fillers in his house while he is in the hospital tells me that;

She's only a fake girlfriend, doesn't actually live with him and no one from his team told her that he was in the hospital or

She's incredibly self absorbed and has no moral compass or any sense of self awareness or

She's both of those things

(not to sway your opinion or anything but my bet is on the last option 😉)

It's bad enough she did it the first time, but to do it again after Liam apparently took her on a romantic trip for their anniversary - which, that timeline makes no sense btw - a just the nail in the coffin for me:

All so she and his team could get the pap shots to keep his name in the papers 💀

How there are people still defending this woman after this last month is beyond me. Naivety is my best guess, and you know what they say about ignorance...

I don't know about you, but if my partner was lying in pain in a hospital bed due to a serious issue of an organ he's had trouble with his entire life the last thing on my mind would be to open up a stupid social media app and promote my friends clothing brand, just saying.

And then you read this article and I can't help but feeling incredibly mad at his team and this woman clearly only in it for the money and clout:

Of course they also have to mention the stunt any chance they get, and go as far as to say it was lucky she was there to take care of him... as if she hasn't made it incredibly clear she doesn't give a fuck about him 🙃

(also, I doubt that his mother talked to the DM, but it's still incredibly heartbreaking to think about how worried his real family must be feeling🥺)

It's just so incredibly fucked up no matter which way you look at it.

I just hope that Liam makes a strong and quick recovery, and an end to this sham earlier rather than later would be great 👍

#free liam #stunting #fake gf #bearding #liam payne #leeyum #answered asks #anonymous

[grey-sides]

greye.. steve and billy wearing each other’s letterman’s and freshmen think that billy’s name is steve and steve’s is billy because of it..

Anon! This is a wonderful idea and I took it and made it slightly funnier because Billy's Letterman jacket is from California. It's "hard" to Letter in 1 year so I imagine he would have gotten a jacket from there. Also, did you know that if you Letter more than once they just...give you additional felt letters? You only get one jacket, unfortunately.

“Stevie!” Billy shouts from where he’s sitting way too close to the fire in Steve’s backyard. “Bring a guy a jacket, would you?” 

Steve stares at him blankly for a minute, in what world is Steve responsible for making sure Billy doesn’t freeze to death? It’s probably the world where he allowed Dustin Henderson to tell him to take care of some demon dogs, so Steve turns on his heel with a defeated sigh. 

The thing is, Billy is broader than Steve in the shoulders, his waist is a little less tapered, he can’t exactly take one of Steve’s pullovers without stretching it out. And Steve doesn’t have an abundance of hoodies, his mom thinks they make him look sloppy. So he’s left with virtually only one option. 

Steve’s fingers close on his Letterman jacket, earned his junior year for placing first in Regionals for swimming. It’s kind of a weird texture, but generally warm and Steve stares at it for a minute before deciding fuck it and bringing it down for Billy. 

Sure, this sort of thing is usually reserved for a girlfriend and not the guy you tolerate who sometimes sucks your dick. But this jacket is kind of big on Steve so it’s guaranteed to fit Billy’s stupid biceps. And no girls Steve knows deserve to have his Letterman. At least Billy also has a Letterman jacket from California. 

He tosses it directly at the back of Billy’s head when he gets outside and flops back down into his pool chair. Steve has his Members Only jacket on as always, collar turned up to protect him from the biting wind. 

Billy grins and leers at Steve as he slips it on, stalking over to flex in the fucking jacket. As if Steve can see his muscles through the thick sleeves. At least the kids aren’t around to make fun of them. Nancy and Robin are, but they’ve been cuddled up in the same pool recliner and keep making eyes at each other, so Steve kind of doubts they’re going to notice. 

And Steve can’t bring himself to care much anyway when Billy straddles him on the pool chair and shoves his tongue down his throat. And if the way Steve shoots off almost as soon as Billy gets a hand on his cock is any indication, he might find Billy wearing his Letterman jacket a little too attractive. 

When they eventually make it upstairs, long after Robin and Nancy have left, Steve falls asleep almost immediately. His brain is absolutely connected to his dick because he always does this, passing out right after he cums. 

When Steve wakes up in the morning, Billy is gone and so is his Letterman jacket. Steve mutters a curse under his breath, but tries not to be too torn up about it, it’s not like he was using the damn thing much anyway. 

***

Steve gets him back though when Billy convinces him to go skinny dipping in Lover’s Lake. By some miracle (Billy being an asshole), Steve’s shirt ends up in the lake and he stands there dripping and shivering until Billy offers him his California jacket in maroon and silver. 

“Damn,” Billy mutters when Steve shrugs it on and shoves his hands into the pockets. “Maroon looks better on you, pretty boy.”

Steve just grins and decides he’s never giving it back, it’s comfortable, more comfortable than his own that Billy still hasn’t returned. And a part of his heart flutters when he thinks of Billy wearing a jacket embroidered with a cursive “Steve” across the lapel.

***

There are a couple new kids on the basketball team this season, freshmen who are showing real potential, Harrington. They’re okay, but they’re new and consequently they don’t know anyone’s names. 

Steve’s not sure if it’s because his reputation has stopped preceding him or if it’s because these kids just came out from underneath a rock. But for the first two weeks of playing together they exclusively call him Harrington and Billy, Hargrove because their last names are on the backs of their t-shirts. 

Billy decides for the both of them to not give any of the kids a helping hand and introduce themselves. So they’re only going by their last names until the cold snap moves in. 

Steve takes to wearing Billy’s jacket because it’s warmer than his Members Only jacket, and sure enough, Billy takes to wearing Steve's. Steve teases him because the green washes him out, and Billy finds ways to neg Steve about being whipped for wearing another guy’s jacket. It’s fun, it makes Steve’s heart flutter to know that maybe giving Steve his jacket had been Billy’s ploy all along. 

But it gets even funnier when the freshmen start to pay attention to their jackets. One asks Steve about California and he gives the kid a bewildered look before telling him it's beachy. Another asks Billy if he can help him out with his backstroke for the next swim season and Billy gives him a sly grin and says something rude about a girl stroking his back. It’s just kind of odd and out of character for these freshmen to even be approaching them at all outside of practice. 

Nancy is the one who cracks the case. She has a class with one of the freshmen boys who is apparently very good at calculus. 

“Well he was sitting there, talking to one of the girls that he knows Steve Hargrove and I was completely confused, so I asked him to describe Steve. I swear he described Billy, blue eyes, blonde hair, a mean streak,” Nancy explains over lunch. 

Steve furrows his brow and looks at Billy, making a face. “Steve Hargrove?”

Nancy glances between them and fixes Steve with a wide-eyed look. “Yes! Because you’re wearing each other’s jackets!”

In unison, they glance down at said jackets, with their names embroidered on the lapels. Billy snorts and drags his finger along the curly Steve and Steve murmurs “Billy Harrington,” under his breath.

It sends Steve’s heart aflutter all over again and he snuggles into the jacket a little more. 

#harringrove #anon #greye writes #drabble #stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #ronance #nancy wheeler

[strawberrycircuits]

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>CONTENT LOADING....

hi hi hello! my name is strawberry (or strawb)! (i also use the name roz sometimes!) im queer, trans, 19, and neurodivergent, and this where i scream about robots and gay little nintendo characters. i use he/him, it/its, ze/zem/zeir/zemself, and co/code/codes/codeself pronouns! itd be so so sooo cool if you could please interchange these. thanks!

i dont know what my gender is and honestly i dont care (and neither should u)! just dont call me 'she' please! if i had to label it id say my gender is whatever the hell nintendo was doing with all those see-through consoles in the 2000s. look at these sexy sexy boys

my art tag is #strawberryscribbles, my tag for cool art made by friends or made for me is #talented ppl tag, and thats about all i consistently tag anymore (aside from content warnings. if you need something content warned, lmk!). my art blog is @strawb-artfolder and my oc blog is @cultivatingyourfuture (though that project is on an indefinite hiatus due to signifigant rewrites, lol). im not great at art but i like growing and improving and showing you all that process, so im going to keep posting it anyhow! cringe culture is dead and its decomposing slowly in my backyard.

heres some things about me!!

my main interests are computers, old electronics, adventure time, portal 2, and nintendo (particularly mario, splatoon, and the legend of zelda!). i also reblog half life, tf2, and mlp stuff from time to time. i am, in fact, critical of all of my media interests. fuck nintendos business practices and fuck the way they fetishize arabic cultures 👎👎👎

send me asks!!!! about whatever!!!! it makes my day every time!!!!!

im not a linked universe fan or a linkverse fan in general. i might engage with that content because i like the designs and want to support artists but dont ask me about it i dont go there lmao (bonus links fucks hard though i will say that)

i dont tag spoilers. sorry! youre free to unfollow or block me at any time :)

wanna know what music ive been listening to? heres my main playlist! maybe youll find something new!!! (and if you shoot me an ask saying u found a new song u like bc of me.... tell me! itll make my day!)

ive had people ask me a couple of times, so let me go ahead and say-- i like to refer to characters i have specific pronoun headcanons for WITH those pronouns! i usually garner confusion about this when i talk about oot zelda (he/she), botw link (she/he/they), and oot link (she/her). theres not really a reason, i just like to! (when i talk to people about their specific interpretations, i use whatever hcs theyve assigned them instead). if you wanna know how i hc any other characters, 🔫 me an ask!

im not going to sift through every blog that interacts with me or apply widely misused terminology to give an idea of what i do or dont want in my circle. im just going to say these things outright. i believe in radical queer acceptance (yes, even for whatever "weird" identity youre about to pull out as a gotcha), all transgender people and asexuals and aromantics and xenogenders and neopronouns are all valid, otherkin/therians are cool as hell, objectums are my friends, i want all pedophiles to die by my hand, youre weird as shit if you romanticize incest or pedophilia in any context, and i believe in reclaiming words like queer, fag, dyke, and tranny, which i will not content warn for. ok cool 👍

im a stupid broke college student and i can barely afford to feed myself most days so if you wanna help out heres my CA.

ermm i think thats all. heres a bunch of people i think are so so cool that you should go visit: b0nkcreat down-thedrain seagullcharmer syntheticspades trashedump basillica-gel dykevirgo cherrylavendertea localvoidcat thebleedingeffect gardnwater our-reality mackthecheese angstyvylene-i three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat unironicallycringe idiot-synergy michpat6 korokposting effervescentleaf pidgefudge avidcollectorofdust merriclo

#pinned poast

[eddiessweetheart86]

Waiting for a Girl Like You

Summary: You (AFAB/She/Her pronouns) meet Eddie Munson at a college party and hit it off

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex (PLEASE BE SAFE!!), language, physical fighting (brief), drugs (weed), smoking (weed and cigarettes) Let me know if I missed anything:)

Just a short story that came to me while I was at work lol

I hope you enjoy! I will be working on a part 2!

~

You are at a college party during Thanksgiving break 1985. It is quite lackluster, just people drinking and being idiots, but that’s parties for you. Somehow many high school students infiltrated, so you were being stalked by horny teenage boys that you had no interest in considering you’re 20 years old and have standards.

You told Steve that you need to go get some air and wave a cigarette in his face, you give him a smile with your tongue out and made your way through the rowdy crowd of people.

Outside in the backyard there were only about ten people, some sitting and talking on the grass and others making out on picnic blankets or lettermen jackets.

You light your cigarette and walk to the side of the frat house so your view isn’t a live porno movie and see someone lying on their back on the ground. You rush to them, landing roughly on your knees.

You put out the cigarette on the bottom of your boot and let your arms hover over the unconscious boy’s shoulders, debating if you should shake him.

His hair was curly and long, loose bangs on his forehead. His skin was pale, very pale and his mouth was slightly open.

He overdosed, oh shit! Goddamn jiminy fuckface! you thought. You put two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse.

Then he opens his eyes and screams in terror directly in your face, causing you to shriek and fall back onto your butt, catching yourself with your elbows.

“What the fuck!” you yell “I thought you were dead!”

“No!” He says as if he answered a stupid question

“You looked pale! Like— like some dying Victorian child!”

“I’m just white!”

“Jesus Christ! You bag of— bitch!” you say and grab another cigarette from your skirt pocket.

The boy laughs at your distressed demeanor.

“So funny, right! I love scaring innocent women too!” You say sarcastically

“This is just really good shit” He says reaching for a cigarette case next to his torso.

“Looks like it” You say annoyed. You’re still trying to compose yourself, shaking so bad that you can’t light your cigarette.

The boy grabs your lighter and lights it for you, making tense eye contact as he does it. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight and the temporary flash from the lighter makes them look more seductive. You take a puff and exhale out of the side of your mouth, away from his face.

“Shit, where are my manners?” He says extending his hand “I’m Eddie. Munson. If you already know me… no you don’t”

You laugh at his comment and also because he wants to shake hands. Who does that anymore?

You take his hand and shake “Okay Mr. President” you joke “I’m Y/N”

“Oh please, Mister President is my father” he says and waves his hand like a debutante

You both laugh, not breaking eye contact. You bite the inside of your cheek and then finally say “Can I have some?”, motioning to his cigarette case.

You both lie on the grass, he puts his red flannel under your head so your hair does not get grass or leaves in it. You pass the freshly lit joint, talking about topics ranging from music to movies to astrophysics, which he knows a lot about. After only talking to this boy for 10 minutes you were already a goner. He’s so funny and smart and witty and absolutely gorgeous.

You talk about how annoying high school horn-dogs are and how one named Andy has been trying to get in your pants for months.

“Andy such an asshole. All of them are. Especially Jason, he’s not here, thank fuck”

“Jason? I don’t think I’ve ever met him. How do you know him?”

“We… go to school together”

You sit up quickly “What? You said you’re turning 20 next week?”

“Yeah” He says with an embarrassed tone

“So you’re a 20 year old senior? In high school?”

“Well when you say it like that it makes it sound like… the truth” He mumbles sadly

“No, I don’t mean it in a rude way… it’s just that… you’re really smart. Like, you just explained Hawking Radiation to me while high. To be honest, it sounded like you were speaking the same language that the adults in Charlie Brown speak… but it was hot” you blush

Eddie, still lying down on his back, blushes too, not that you can see, but you can tell, you can feel that he is.

“It’s interesting stuff. And I just can’t focus too well in school. Plus, the teachers hate me and treat me like shit, so why go?”

“Eddie… you can’t keep failing. You need to pass this year. You know what, let me tutor you! I was a straight A student”

Eddie chuckles “Sweetheart, I won’t be able to focus if you were my tit— tutor”

You playfully push his shoulder

Eddie sits up, leaning back on his palms “You’re really beautiful” he says dreamily

“So are you” You say looking nervously fiddling with the black fabric of your skirt

“Can I… kiss you?” He asks

“It’s ‘may I’ Mr. Munson” you joke and lean into him.

He puts one hand on the back on your head and the other lightly on your waist. You have one hand on his thigh and the other on his chest. You slowly lean him back and throw your leg around him so you’re straddling him. The whole time you do not break away from each other. He hold your waist and grinds you into his clothed erection, which you can feel through your panties.

You pull away from him and slip your panties off. Then you unbuckle his belt, pull down his pants a little and reveal his huge, curved dick.

You go back up to his face and kiss his neck, making your way up to his lips. As you do this you’re stroking his cock, gently touching it to your entrance.

Since the second you lied down next to him you’ve been soaking wet, this is what you’ve been waiting for.

Eddie slides in, slowly, inch by inch, and there are a lot inches. You both moan into each other’s mouths the deeper he goes.

When he is seated all the way inside you, you sit up and lean back, arching your back and putting your hands on his thighs. You begin to roll your hips on his, letting out a soft moan with each thrust. You’ve never felt so much emotion during sex, you wanted to see him come inside you. You wanted to make him feel good and if you didn’t climax you would honestly not care.

Eddie’s hands are up your shirt, squeezing your tits.

Eddie is so close to finishing but he doesn’t want you to think he’s just another amateur high school boy.

“Fuck… Eddie, I’m close” You moan as you bounce on his cock

Now that you said that there is no going back for Eddie Munson

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, Y/N I’m—“

“Yes! Cum in me! Yes!” You squeal

Eddie groans, finishing inside you. You follow with a few deep thrusts, your orgasm erupts from your pelvis then your thighs and throughout your whole body. When you finally finish you stop moving and fall onto his chest, both catching your breath.

“I’m sorry… that was… so quick” he says

“No! It was incredible! Fuck it was incredible!” You say with a big grin

Eddie smiles and gives you a quick kiss on your lips. You roll off of him and onto the grass, he tucks himself back into his underwear and pants as you put your panties back on

“Are you… do you wanna clean up?” He asks

“No” you smirk “I wanna walk around with your cum inside me for the rest of the night” you plant a huge kiss on his lips

“Fuck, sweetheart” he says slapping his hand to his heart

You go back to the party and Steve is making out with some girl so you continue the rest of the night talking to Eddie.

“Hey, he bothering you?” Andy asks you, pointing at Eddie. You can see Chance and the rest of the goons laughing and watching from the kitchen

You rolls your eyes and open your mouth to tell him to leave you alone but Eddie beats you to it

“Fuck off, Andy” Eddie says

“Woah! I wasn’t talking to you freak” he spits

“Andy! Can you leave me the fuck alone! I’m not gonna sleep with you!” You yell

He stares at you, eyes angry, and then turns to Eddie “Hey man, sorry. She may look like a whore but those legs are closed tighter than—“

Before you can even react Andy is on the floor and Eddie grabs your hand and runs off.

You run out the door out, passing Steve on the way out, and run down the street to his van. He opens the drivers door and ushers you in. You crawl into the passenger seat and he starts the car. He’s fast at making a getaway.

Andy and Chance are just standing on the porch, not even running towards the van.

You and Eddie flip your middle fingers up and smile, then he swiftly drives away, both of you laughing like maniacs after a heist.

~

The next morning you wake up to your phone ringing. Eddie is next to you in your bed.

You reach over Eddie and say a groggily “Hello?”

“Hey did you get home safely?” Steve asks on the other end

“Obviously”

“Okay, fuck my kindness then”

You laugh “I’m fine, Steve. You?”

“I’m good. So… is the long-haired delinquent in the room with us right now?”

“Bye Steve” You say and hang up as he laughs at himself

Eddie groans when you lean back over him to put the phone back

“Hey Eddie” you whisper and shake him awake

“Yeah” Eddie croaks

“You have to go home. My mom would freak if she sees I brought a guy home”

Eddie rushes to put his clothes on and then goes out the window

“When can I see you again?” He asks

“I’ll see. Here” You grab a pen and write your phone number on his hand “This is my dorm room phone. I’ll be there tonight”

“Maybe we can meet up?” Eddie suggests

“We’ll see. They’re kinda strict about non-students being in the buildings” you kiss him on the lips and pull away to look into his deep brown eyes “See you later, Mr. Munson”

“See ya later” He says and runs off to his van

He gets into his van and speeds away. On the way home he can feel his heart in his throat as he thinks of you, and he can’t help but smile. “Waiting for a Girl Like You” by Foreigner comes on the radio, but instead of switching it off, as he usually does, Eddie blasts it and screams along to the few lyrics he knows.

Eddie Munson is hopelessly in love. And the best part is that he’s not scared.

~

You go into the bathroom and draw yourself a bath, even though you already took a shower last night after coming home, you just want to relax and think about Eddie and your possible future as boyfriend and girlfriend.

The next day Eddie swings open the doors to the drama club room, where they hold their DnD campaigns. He’s smiling like an idiot as Mike, Dustin, Gareth and Jeff stare at him.

“Mike and gentlemen!” He says putting on foot on his throne like a nobleman about to get his portrait drawn “I… did it!”

The room is silent

“Liar!” Gareth yells

“Throw tomatoes at him!” Mike yells

Jeff pulls a whole tomato out of his lunchbox, but Mike, very confused, stops him from throwing it.

“I’m not lying, dickwads. You’re looking at a man now. I have officially lost my virginity and I feel… relaxed”

Jeff tilts his head and squints, practically having a staring contest with Eddie.

“He’s telling the truth” Jeff says assuringly

The whole room erupts in cheers and Gareth puts his arm around Eddie and shakes him around

“Who is she?” Dustin asks

“You wouldn’t know her. She’s in college” He says with a smug tone, he leans forward and whispers “And she’s… filthy”

The boys laugh

Eddie leans over the Gareth and whispers to him about you walking around with his cum in your panties, causing Gareth’s eyes to nearly bulge out of his head and his jaw to go slack.

“What?” Jeff yells. Eddie turns to Jeff and whispers the same thing, getting the same reaction.

“Hey tell us!” Dustin says motioning between him and Mike

“No way! It’s too dirty for your child brains”

“We’re 14” Mike says

“Exactly” Eddie retorts

“Oh come on! I wanna know!” Dustin says

“No, it’s so bad!” Jeff says laughing and poking Gareth

“Yeah, if I had a wife and she did that…” Gareth says letting out a quick exhale to emphasize his over-exaggerated shock “She can put a leash on me too if she wants”

Jeff, Eddie and Gareth burst into laughter

“Tell us!” Mike begs

“Okay, okay! Let’s just say I finished the race but she kept the prize… in her panties… all night”

“Oh my god!” Dustin and Mike both say in unison and in disgust

Dustin rubs his eyes, as if it’ll reset his brain.

“Dude! That’s disgusting!” Mike says

“Disgusting? Or amazing?” Jeff asks

“Disgusting!” Dustin yells “He said disgusting!”

~

Meanwhile, you’re sitting on the couch, suitcase in hand, rolling it back and forth mindlessly because your mom is demanding that you wait for your brother to get home so you could say your goodbyes.

The front door opens quickly and in walks your kid brother.

“Dusty! Your sister is about to leave, give her a hug!” Your mom says

“Mom she lives like 10 minutes away” Dustin groans

“10 minutes too far!” She says hugging you tightly and squeezing your cheeks like your a baby

She pulls away and you pull your suitcase with you towards Dustin

“Bye, stupid” you say

“Y/N!” your mom says as she makes her way to grab the camera

“Sorry. Bye Dustin” you pat his shoulder and walk past him

“Bye, Y/N. Make good choices.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask softly

“I heard a boy in your room last night, Mary Magdalene” Dustin responds slyly

“No you didn’t” you say through gritted teeth

“Smile!” Your mom says running back in

You and Dustin put on half-ass smiles and your mom snaps the photo

“Mom, the cat!” You say pointing to Tews who is lying adorably on his back. She squeals when she sees him. You flip Dustin off and he does the same while your mom is turned around taking a picture of the cat

“Mom! Dustin flipped me off!” You yell, quickly putting your finger down

“Dustin!” She whips back around

“Bye mom!” You yell and walk out the door

“Bye sweetie!” She waves “Dustin don’t ever—“

The last thing you hear before closing the door is Dustin fighting for his life.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington

[daechwitatamic]

oooooo can I request a tae POV for CF - I don’t think it’s been done - his reaction to getting the text from oc saying they should pretend they’re not dating then he gets mad and kisses her?

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Complete Faith

POV Drabble #9: Crazy About You

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: kissing, language, drinking, maybe baby angst if you squint

A/N: Thank you anon for this request, I hope you like it! This was a genius request and I was SO happy to fill it.

This is a scene from Chapter 7.

When Jungkook texts the group chat inviting everyone to a cookout at his house, Taehyung’s excited for it. Things with you have been going well - really well - and he’s pleased to have an excuse to hang out with you in a group setting, pleased that you’ll get to know Jungkook better, pleased to have an afternoon full of drinks and good food and your cute-ass smile. 

He’s not so pleased when he and Jimin pull up and he sees Seo-yun’s car parked out front.

“No,” he groans, as he shifts the car into park. “Seriously?”

“What?” Jimin asks, wide-eyed, not catching on. “What’s wrong?” 

“Demi brought Seo-yun,” Taehyung grumbles. He points at her car as evidence. 

“Okay,” Jimin says, shifting into placating mode. “It’ll be okay. She’s not stupid enough to start shit. She broke up with you anyway.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” Taehyung says with an eye-roll, but he opens the car door and steps out. Hiding out front isn’t going to help anything. 

“Bro!” Jungkook greets him with a cheer as he and Jimin round the corner of the house, where everyone is waiting in the backyard. “You’re actually on time! Congratulations!”

“Fuck you very much!” Taehyung retorts, grinning. “Is Y/N here yet?”

“She’s on her way,” Nikki answers for Jungkook, her eyes on her phone. “She’s in an Uber right now.”

Taehyung flashes her a thumbs up, which she may or may not actually see. Up on the deck, Seokjin slides the door from the kitchen open and comes to lean over the railing. “Nik!” he calls down. “Can you help carry a couple things?”

“Yep,” she says, probably not loudly enough for him to hear her, but she slides to her feet and heads to the wooden steps leading up to the kitchen. Taehyung follows, wanting to use the bathroom but also figuring he can help, too. Jimin follows behind him.

Despite this being Jungkook’s place, Seokjin seems to be in charge of the kitchen. He instructs the room at large to help him carry down several bowls of snacks, a case of water bottles, some beers, and some sodas. 

“I’m just gonna–” Taehyung points discreetly down the hall towards Jungkook’s bathroom, “--and then I’ll bring down whatever’s left, okay?”

When Taehyung comes back down the hallway, absently drying his hands on his jeans since Jungkook is uncultured and didn’t leave out a hand-towel for his guests, Taehyung hears girls’ voices coming from the kitchen. He listens, wondering if it’s you and Nikki - he was eager for you to arrive. Instead, as he draws nears, he recognizes Seo-yun’s voice.

“Maybe she isn’t coming,” his ex says, and Taehyung pauses, hidden in the unlit hallway.

“Maybe,” Demi says, shrugging. She seems to be holding a bowl of chips. 

“When did they get together?” Seo-yun asks.

“At the lake, I think,” Demi tells her, tapping a foot on the kitchen’s linoleum floor. “It sure seemed like it, anyway.”

Seok-yun lets out a single, bitter laugh that cuts through Taehyung’s stomach like a knife. “The fucking day we broke up,” she scoffs. “Could he ever pretend to be upset for a whole twenty-four hours? Of course not.”

“Because he wasn’t upset,” Demi says gently; it’s clear by her tone that they’ve had this conversation before. “I know you thought you were giving him a wake-up call, Seo, but I think… honestly, you just gave him an out. He wasn’t in it. It’s that simple.”

Seo-yun shifts, and Taehyung takes an instinctual step back, further into the shadows. He knows he’s not meant to hear this, but he’s trapped in the hallway. The only way out is past them. 

“Don’t take it so personally,” Demi says. “You know he did the same thing to the last three girls. He’s a serial dater, it’s just his thing. I tried to warn you.”

“Don’t,” Seo-yun says sourly. “No one likes to hear I told you so.”

They finally make their way outside, still talking quietly, and Taehyung enters the kitchen, feeling a little shell-shocked. 

A serial dater? Is that how everyone saw him? 

It was true that he’d ended his last bunch of relationships before they got serious - before things had started with you, before he’d made the decision to do it right for you. And, honestly, he doesn’t really give a shit what Seo-yun or Demi think about him.

But he does care what you think. 

You’d said to him, back at the beginning, “don’t do it to me” and he’d promised he wouldn’t. He’d meant that promise. Did you not believe him? Did you see him the way these girls did? 

He really hoped not - he hoped you had faith in him, in his feelings for you, in his resolve to be better for you.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out, smiling a little as he sees your name.

The smile dies on his face as he reads your text.

[3:20 pm] You: hey… Nik just told me who’s here… just wanted to let you know I’ll play it however you want today. If you want to act like we’re just friends so it doesn’t get dramatic, it won’t hurt my feelings

Taehyung feels a flash of anger - not at you, not really. Maybe at the girls, for getting in your head. 

Maybe at himself, for giving them the ammunition in the first place.

Nope, he thinks fiercely. He’s not going to let you minimize this, not when he’s so crazy about you, not when he knows you feel it too, not when it’s been going so well. He’s not going to let Seo-yun’s mere presence make you feel small, ruin this fun day he’d been looking forward to. 

He stomps out of the kitchen, all fired up, scanning the yard for you. Taehyung knows he’s not good with words; he could never sit and explain to you how he feels about you, how sure he is that this was the real thing, how differently he feels about you than any of those girls. The words would get tangled, leave imperative gaps, trip over themselves and make it too messy.

He’s got to make you understand it somehow.

He spots you below, sitting on the edge of one of the picnic tables, looking up at him tensley. He storms down the steps and crosses the yard in three quick strides, not stopping until he’s right in your face. He takes it firmly between his hands and kisses you before you can splutter a question, and after a split second of shock you melt under his touch. He feels you relax and he kisses you deeper, not giving a fuck how many people in the yard can see you, not giving a fuck if he’s hurting Seo’s stupid feelings. 

Behind him, Jimin whistles. If Taehyung’s hands weren’t busy caressing your cheeks, your jaw, your cheek again, he might have flipped him off. Instead, he sucks gently on your lower lip, just a little. You shiver below his hands and he feels a flare of satisfaction in his chest. 

Pulling away, he makes sure to look you right in the eyes as he tells you, “That’s how I fucking want to play this.”

You blink up at him, bamboozled. 

“Act like we’re just friends?” he echoes, incredulous. That’s absolutely the last thing he wants. “Get the fuck out of here with that shit, Y/N.”

You blink at him, the bamboozlement morphing into confusion. “Wait,” you say, breathless - from the kiss or from worry, he’s not sure. “Are you angry? I was trying to be considerate. I don’t want to spend all day trying to act like I’m not crazy about you. I want to be with you.”

Crazy about you.

Taehyung deflates. He reaches for your hand. “No, I’m not mad,” he says, and then adds, “At you, anyway.”

Crazy about you. He wants to kiss you again. He wants to pull you into Jungkook’s house and find an empty room and just kiss you until you promise to never say the words just friends to him again. 

“Come on,” he says to you, but also to his own brain. He opens the cooler and rummages for a drink, grabbing one for you, too.

He gives himself a mental shake, tries to remember all the reasons he’d been so excited to hang out with you today. Reasons that didn’t involve that unlit hallway and his mouth on your skin. He just has to remember them.

He tosses you the can, cold drips of ice water and condensation making his fingers clammy. “Let’s have some fun.”

Thanks for reading! You can find my full Masterlist here :)

#complete faith fic #taehyung x reader #taehyung fic #taehyung drabble

[taintedsoul-if]

Hey I was wondering I’m not like a vengeful person. But a lot of people messed over the OH. And I get the MC is technically the OH soul if I read that correctly.

But do we get the opportunity I get if it’s spoilers but all these people got to live this extravagant lifestyle and the MC has settled for less and that makes me upset. I don’t know why I guess because I’ve felt I’ve had less for a long time. But seriously I won’t them all to loss everything. This isn’t fair and I get that’s life. But the hell they killed the OH and what joked that they were stupid and naive. And they got to all be around each other for centuries and made each other dislike one another.

I feel like the Mc going to be like it will be a cold day in hell to let that happen again. Sorry if this a bad ask but these people got away with something that I think is morally wrong and they all need to pay. Never mind the OH being naive. They simply didn’t care and had heart eyes. So yeah T definitely do revenge path.

Have a great day. Can’t wait to see more.

👀 the body that the MC is currently in doesn't belong to them. The MC soul transmigrated from our timeline, which is 2022. And entered the original host timeline, which is 5089? I think, that's the date I wrote. 🙄

Of course Anon, you'll be able to take back every single thing. Ragriel was a servant of Lady Anaya's household and because, Lady Anaya wasn't a "virgjn" her family knew for a fact, that she wouldn't be able to marry a nobleman. Women were shun just for not being a virgin before marriage. Anyways Lady Anaya's family took a liking to ragriel, because he helped solved a crisis of theirs. The old man immediately wanted to marry Ragriel, as his grandson in law.

Ragriel comes from a loooooonnnnng ancestry of slavery. Everything he sits so dearly on right now, belongs to Lady Anaya's family. And by right the original host was the only living heir to that wealth.

Yeah it was literal murder in board daylight. The Montholon family was afraid that their secret would come to light, and seeing as the original host mark was Ash-black now, technically even if they killed them, nothing would come of it. So they tossed the original host unconscious body into the portal leading to Ostror. Also Ragriel, Yesenia and the cumdumpster was in on this plan. 😭. Imagine getting married to such a princess/prince who killed the person who once owned the body, your Mc reside in. That's outright betrayal.

+1 guys another revenge player has joined our ranks! At this point I think I should start giving out ranks, to you guys. What kind of revenge do you all have planned? Fuck 'em and leave them? Or ignore? Play the green tea bitch and when the iron is hot, you strike?

But anon I am one hundred percent behind you too! From day one I've never liked Yesenia and Trysten/Trista. That is why instead of keeping their identities in the dark, I outed them right from the get go. And the stepmother, that didn't even allow Lady Anaya's Ash to warm in her coffin. Death! Reign hell down on them! But I will advise you, if you expose your strength the empress will want the emperor to issue out a decree to have your Mc betrothed to trysten/Trista again. Make sure your Mc jumps in the way of the assassin. You guys take the hit for trysten/Trista. After healing from your injuries, you'll be able to ask for a decree which will make your Mc the master of their own marriage. That revenge is going to be sweet. Because trista/Trysten won't be able to force your Mc into his backyard.

Alright anon, thank you for the ask. Have a wonderful day.

#revenge #slag family! #anon honestly everyone was against the original host #smh theyre in a good place now #so dont worry. #lovely anon #ask

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 136

warnings: nsfw, dual pov (** indicate pov change) HMH masterlist

“Haunted houses aren’t even scary.”

Five words you never should have spoken, because it sent Jimmy down a research spiral of every haunted house in Nassau County. He and John have been texting like teenagers for the past two days now over different places they can take you and Tess since ‘haunted houses aren’t even scary’.

Sure, the thought of going into a dark building that is completely unfamiliar is absolutely terrifying, but there’s nothing scary about the corny clown masks and the plastic machetes, or the strobing lights and the sound of a 20 year old trying to get a scream out of you by putting on his best gravelly ‘zombie’ voice. But Jimmy is dead set on finding some place.

Halloween is a few days away, so hopefully he’ll give up on the research by then.

“You know…” you walk into the office and set a book on the desk as John looks at you, “There are days where I’m really glad that we own a bookshop.”

“Yeah, why? Because it was your dream?”

You smile as you nod, then you take a deep breath and tap your pointer finger on the book you set down, “Mostly because I can read books that I end up hating and I didn’t have to pay a dime for it. I feel much better loathing a book that I didn’t pay for.”

John laughs, “You know we pay for these books though, right? We buy them then turn around and make the money back--”

“Just let me have this, Jonathan. Let me live in this for a moment,” you say, putting your hand up as he laughs more, “Also, I’ve been with you for too long. Not in a bad way--never in a bad way.”

“Oh, have you now?” he laughs, leaning in with more curiosity, “Why is that?”

“Well, I’ve been reading a lot of murders, mysteries, and thrillers for this month, and I feel like I have everything figured out. If the man is described as mysterious, there’s probably a reason, like hmm…I don’t know, he’s a murderer who is hiding bodies under his deck in the backyard.”

John laughs, “Spoiler alert.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn and rest your hands on the desk, “It wasn’t in this book, Wick. I just feel like after spending two years with you and having you annoy me with all your…knowledge, I can figure out every twist in these books.”

“I beg to differ,” he says, and you stand up to cross your arms, “We watched that movie the other night and you were so wrong. So wrong.”

“Yeah, well, that plot twist was stupid.” you say, and John playfully narrows his eyes at you, “It was stupid. You even admitted that.”

John laughs as you lean down to kiss him, “Another bad review then?”

“Yeah,” you exhale as you grab a little card to write your review, “It was interesting at first, but it quickly stopped being interesting. I didn’t like any of the characters either. If I had to pay $15 for this, I would ask for my money back. I would not blame someone if they came in and returned this book.”

“Peach, remember, nice reviews.” John says, cocking up his brow. “Maybe you just need a nice romance book.”

You scoff quietly as you roll your eyes, “The last romance book I read had me crying for three chapters straight because they were so cute, then boom! Miscommunication trope. Like, why can’t people just talk? That’s why you and I never seem to fight anymore. If you’re pissing me off, I’ll just call you out and say something about.”

“Just like a wife,” John teases, and you roll your eyes as you laugh. “Have we had any miscommunication? I don’t think so?”

“Hmm,” you hum as you think, “I don’t think so, really. I mean, maybe when we first met. Anyway, I don’t need to read any romance books when I live a romance book. My life with you is pretty fucking magical.”

John scoffs, “I’m not as hot as those guys in those books.”

“Jonathan Wick, are you…fishing for compliments?”

“I don’t know. Am I getting any bites?” he says, and you lean over his desk and playfully bite his finger before sliding it into your mouth as he watches you closely.

You suck on his finger and hold his gaze, then you stand up, “You know damn well that you’re hot like those guys--even hotter. You’re sexy as hell, Wick. Honestly, there’s no reason you should be this sexy, yet here you are.”

John gives you a wink that makes you laugh a little, then you nod and look at the piece of paper as you think of something nice to write. That book was pretty fast paced, that’s a positive. That’s…that’s all you can really think of. You sit on the couch and exhale loudly, then you toss the card aside.

“I’ll just get a review from the site,” you say as you get up and walk over to see what John is working on. You lean against his shoulder as he types on the laptop--responding to an email about a book--then you move to stand behind the chair as you massage his shoulders, “What’s the plan for tonight?”

John sits back in his chair and hums, “Keep doing that and find out.”

You chuckle as you lean down closer to his ear, “Well, come on, that’s a given, right?”

Tilting John’s chin up, you lean down and kiss him a few times as his hand rests on the back of your head to pull you closer and deepen the kiss. You hear the bell above the door ring, so you lean up a little and smile at him.

“I got it.”

John lets out a small breath and nods his head, then he reaches out to spank you when you walk past. You wink at him from over your shoulder, then you head out to see who has just come in.

After helping the customer and ringing them up, you wait a few moments, then you head back to the office and smile when John looks at you. He wiggles his brows a little, and you laugh as you walk over to sit on the couch.

“So, you figured out Ro’s costume yet?”

“I bought two different ones, but I think I’ve landed on one. Does dad want a fashion show?”

John smiles as he looks at you, “Of course. Come here.”

You get up and walk over to sit on John’s lap, and you both wrap your arms around each other as you kiss. John reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear, then he brushes his finger along your jawline before leaning up to kiss you. You both look over when his phone buzzes, and he leans forward to read the text.

“Jimmy found a haunted house.”

You groan as you get off his lap, “You two are like children.”

“We’re going.” he says, and you raise your brows as you look at him, “I’ll protect you.”

“From teenagers pretending to be scary? Yes, thank you. My big strong man.” you tease, which causes John to frown a little, “I’m not scared of haunted houses.”

John laughs and puts his hands up, “Fine. I won’t protect you then.”

“You know that that just hurt you to say that, right?”

“Right,” he laughs as he gets up and rushes over to you, hugging you tight in his arms, “I’ll always protect you.”

You hug him tight and kiss his cheek, “I know, and it’s one of the many reasons I love you.”

John holds your gaze for a moment, then he leans down and kisses you as his hands find their way down to your ass.

Since having Ronan, things have definitely been a little different. Your routine now includes a baby, which means naps, feedings, playtime, and diaper changes. It’s different from what you’re used to, but she really just fit right into everything. Your routine isn’t so dramatically different that you feel like life is different. Life is good. It feels right! She was the little puzzle piece that was missing all along.

And since having a baby, you and John have gotten right back to where you were before intimacy-wise. It took a few times for you to not feel so nervous every time the two of you had sex but things went really well. John was always considerate and gentle with you since you were still a little cautious about everything, but it didn’t take long for that to wear off and for the two of you to return to normal again. Sex with John has always been gentle, generous, and incredibly passionate. It’s nice that that wasn’t lost.

The bell above the door rings as it opens, and it forces you and John to pull apart. He ruffles your hair and walks past you to see who it is, and you sit down on the couch and look down at the blank sheet of paper meant for a book review. You grab your pen and click the top of it, then you begin to write a not-so-honest review.

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As soon as the door opens, you hear Ronan babbling and cooing in her car seat and John talking to her. You smile as you come around the corner, and you wiggle your fingers and walk closer to her as she laughs in John’s arms.

“Gimme that baby!” you take her and blow raspberries in the crook of her neck as she laughs, then you hold her up and smile, “Hi, bug.”

John smiles as he reaches over to pull the hat off her head, “She was so giggly when I got her tonight. Mom said she was pretty giggly all day too.”

Ronan has started laughing lately but it’s not quite a laugh--she’s only two months--it’s more of a weird little noise. John discovered it the other day when Ronan was sitting in her bouncer and John was clicking his pen while thinking up a grocery list. He clicked it and heard a little noise from her, and you looked up from the (terrible) book you were reading and you both started at each other. The clicking of pens make her laugh, but her daddy making silly voices is probably what gets the most giggles. Apparently everything is funny to her today though.

You hold Ronan in your arms and close your eyes, then you lean back to look at her, “You getting hungry?”

“I am. Smells so damn good in here,” John says as he touches your waist and heads into the kitchen.

You follow behind him as you bounce Ronan in your arms, then you press the button on the machine to make a bottle for Ronan. John begins to make a plate for himself and you while you walk over to the table, then you get Ronan in your arms and rest your elbow on the table so she’s propped up enough to take her bottle.

“You got a whole system down.”

“I do!” you laugh as you take your plate from John, “I just need one hand free to eat with.”

John sits down and reaches over to pinch Ronan’s chubby cheek, then he cuts into his food and takes a bite. You sit in silence for a few minutes while the two of you inhale your food, then you look down at Ronan as she drinks her bottle.

“Bug, are you gonna go trick or treating with your friends?” you ask, and she reaches up and tugs at a strand of your hair. “You’re gonna look so cute in your costume too. Daddy will think you look so pretty.”

“I’m still curious to know what this costume is.”

You smile as you look at him, “As long as you got a costume too.”

“Hey, we’re not going to a Halloween party this year, so I don’t have to wear a costume.”

“Don’t be a party pooper!” you say, and Ronan makes a loud noise, “Yeah, you tell daddy to stop being so boring.”

John laughs as he reaches over to take Ronan, “Tell momma to stop being so--”

“Ah, ah!” you put your finger up and raise your brows, “Choose your next words carefully, Wick.”

“Your mother…”

You gasp as John laughs, “Don’t call me mother.”

John laughs as he leans over to kiss you a few times, then he bounces Ronan and looks at her, “Kinda crazy about your mother, Ro.”

“Your father…” you lean over and smile at Ronan as John laughs, then you look at him, “Your father is, ugh, kind of ridiculously handsome and incredibly charming. What’s a girl to do?”

“I love you, peach.”

You reach over and cup his face, “I love you too. Just don’t call me mother.”

John laughs when you wink at him as you get up to get a drink, then he leans closer to Ronan, “We’ll call her that when she’s not listening.”

“I heard that!”

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Truth be told, you were kind of hoping Jimmy would drop the whole haunted house thing, but you know him, so you knew that wasn’t actually going to happen. He says he found a place in Fernbrook which is about 45 minutes away, so by the time you got there, it was already dark and chilly.

Ronan is with your parents again tonight--they don’t mind, of course--so it’s just the four of you. Tess, Jimmy, John, and you. You’re sure there will be more people at the haunted house when you get there, but you wish you would have invited Amanda and Aurelio too.

“So, do you know anything about this place?” you ask, looking over at John’s face lit up by the dashboard. You look out the window as you drive past what you assume is the haunted house, then you look at John, “Uh, we passed it.”

John nods, “Yeah, I just noticed that too. And no, I don’t know anything.”

You hold tight to John’s right hand and look out the window as John continues to follow Jimmy down a dark road. John squeezes your hand a few times to get you to look at him, then he kisses the back of your hand.

“I love you.” he says, kissing your hand over and over.

“I love you too,” you smile as you tilt your head back against the seat and look at him, then you look out the window when you see Jimmy’s brake lights coming on. “Are we here?”

John lets go of your hand to turn, then he shrugs, “I guess.”

You look out the window at the abandoned building and furrow your brow, “Uh, weird.”

**

I look over at Y/N as she gets out of the car, then I quickly get out and walk over to take her hand. I agree, this is weird but this is the kind of shit Jimmy does. I know it’s not dangerous since he’s willingly bringing his wife here, and Tess would absolutely yell at him if it wasn’t safe.

Jimmy claps his hands as he gets out of his truck, then he grabs flashlights from the back, “Alright.”

Tess gestures to the building, “I thought we were going to a haunted house.”

Jimmy smiles, “We are, well, it’s an abandoned school, but it’s haunted, like really haunted.”

Y/N rolls her eyes as she laughs, “Okay.”

Tess shoves his shoulder, “You didn’t say it was haunted. You just said it was abandoned.”

“Why are you both ganging up on me?” he laughs, and I chuckle as I take the flashlights. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Y/N looks up at me and holds tight to my hand, “Are you sure about this?”

“It’s just an empty building.”

“But empty buildings can be scary.” she whispers, and she sounds so tiny and cute.

I lean down and kiss her forehead, “You’ll be okay. I’m right here. I won’t let go of your hand the entire time.”

We all follow behind Jimmy as he walks up to the door and tries to pull it open but it’s stuck or locked. He gestures to the window and hops in, then he reaches out and helps Tess. I look at Y/N and gesture for her to go first, then I crawl through the window after Jimmy helps her in.

The foyer is just as spacious and empty as it feels. There’s broken glass and wood all over the floor, and I shine my light down to make sure everyone has on sensible shoes. Y/N steps on a piece of glass and gasps as she looks down, then she exhales and closes her eyes for a moment.

“Thank god I wore these boots.”

“We should split up,” Tess says, and I swear Y/N is going to pass out, “Stop! It’s not really haunted.”

Almost on cue, something behind the front desk falls and causes both the girls to scream loudly. They cling to each other and shine their lights over to it, and Jimmy walks over to check it out. He holds up what looks like part of the ceiling, then he flashes his light up.

“This place is falling apart, so we should be extra careful.”

“So, not only do we have to worry about someone being here, we also have to worry about the place falling in on us.” Y/N says, then she exhales. “Yeah, no, this is totally cool.��

Jimmy laughs as he reaches for Tess’ hand, “We’ll be fine.”

I look over at Y/N as she stands frozen in place, “You good?”

“Trying really hard to look tough right now but if we’re being honest, no.” she says, then she laughs as she looks at me, “I’m terrified. I’m terrified that something is going to happen and everyone will leave me in here alone.”

“Hey,” I cup her face, “Why the hell would I leave you behind?”

Y/N nods as she looks at me, “You’re John Wick, so you’re not really scared of anything anyway.”

“If I see a little kid or hear noises in the opposite direction of us, I’m grabbing you and getting the fuck out of here.” I say as she laughs. “Come on, it’s just an empty building, mouse.”

**

You look up at John and nod your head, then you hold tight to his hand as you walk through the empty hallway with him. Jimmy and Tess are already way ahead of you two, but you know she’s safe with him if something were to happen. Sure, he wasn’t the best cop, but he does still have some training if someone were to attack them.

Walking past every room, you shine your light in it and look around as if someone is just hiding around the corner, then you cling to John’s arm tighter when you freak yourself out over the thought.

Your heart beats faster in your chest when you see a face staring at you, but you realize it’s just your reflection in a mirror on the wall so you suppress a scream. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, then you look down the hallway.

The problem with the dark is that your eyes can make something up, something that you know isn’t there. You know that there isn’t a black figure standing down at the end of hallway but your eyes are making you see that. You shine your flashlight down the hall and relax when you see nothing there. You look over your shoulder to make sure no one is following you, then you look ahead and swallow hard.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say so softly that John leans down and shines his light up to see your face. You smile at him as you walk through the hall, then you finally catch up to Jimmy and Tess in a massive gym.

John looks at you and rubs your back, then he leans down to kiss you, “He wanted to actually scare you, but I told him it wouldn’t work.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” John laughs quietly, then he whispers, “He’s like a big brother to you, he’s just teasing you. It’s all in good fun, baby.”

Which is true. Jimmy really is like a big brother who constantly teases you and is trying to get a rise out of you.

“If I ask you to play along with me, will you?” you whisper, and John nods his head.

You know this was all Jimmy’s idea to get back at you for saying haunted houses weren’t scary. Even though it’s terrifying in here and about two minutes ago you almost screamed after seeing your own reflection, you’re about to fuck with Jimmy.

You look at John and smirk a little, then you frown, “I feel like someone is following us.”

“Really?” he asks, and you nod as you look at him. “I can go look around. This place isn’t that big, but it’s just us here.”

“What?” Jimmy walks over with Tess’ hand tight in his grasp.

John nods to you, “She says she feels like someone is in here.”

Tess looks at you and holds your gaze, then she smirks when you wink at her. She inhales deeply and shivers, “It doesn’t feel like it’s just us anymore.”

“Maybe you two should go look,” you suggest, and John nods his head. “We’ll just stay in here.”

John leans down to kiss you, then he cups your face, “Stay here, don’t move.”

“I’ll be right here.” you say as John holds your gaze.

Tess grabs your hand and holds it tight as John and Jimmy leave, then she looks at you, “I know for a fact Jimmy is shitting his pants right now.”

“Good,” you laugh, “I told him that haunted houses weren’t scary, so I’m going to get him back for trying to scare me. Come on.”

Holding hands with Tess, you quietly make your way to the back office in the gym. You both shine your flashlights around to find an exit door, then you find the door almost pushed shut by a big cabinet, but you’ll be able to squeeze through.

“Thank god, I’m not pregnant anymore,” you whisper as you squeeze through the door, then you tiptoe with Tess down the hall to a room where the two of you can hide in a closet.

“I’m so nervous for some reason.”

“I’m gonna text John to tell him where we are.” you say, quickly shooting John a text to let him know, then you hold your phone tight in your hand.

Tess puts her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing when there are footsteps outside the closet, then she looks at you and furrows her brow. You peek through the crack of the door to see who it is but you don’t see anyone, then you look at your phone.

We’re on the other end right now, we’re on our way.

You furrow your brow and show Tess the text, and she widens her eyes.

There were absolutely footsteps right outside the closet where you’re hiding. If John and Jimmy are at the other end, there’s no way that they could have gotten back fast enough to be outside the door.

“Who is out there?” Tess whispers, and you shrug.

“I was joking when I said I felt like someone was following us.” you say, then you text John again.

The joke is off. There’s really someone in here. Come get us NOW.

Tess exhales shakily and holds tight to your hand, “Let’s go find them.”

“Tess,” you whisper loudly, “No! I’m not really in the mood to be murdered.”

“Oh, come on,” she laughs, pulling your arm, “Let’s just get outside.”

Holding tight to her hand, you grimace every time you step on some crunchy glass, then you flash the light from each room to the next as you search for John. You finally get back to the front doors and look around for John, then you shrug.

You press your phone to your ear and listen as it rings but it goes to voicemail as you groan, “Come on.”

A loud bang comes from the room next to you, and you quickly turn around and shine your light into the room as you slowly walk into it. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest as you get closer, and you close your eyes and scream at the top of your lungs when John and Jimmy both jump out at you.

“Oh, you assholes!” you laugh, shoving both of them. “You are so mean to me!”

“You two wanted to scare us!” Jimmy laughs, “That’s not happening on my watch, little sis.”

Tess scoffs, “I can scare the shit out of you right now.”

“Oh, yeah, go on then.” Jimmy says, crossing his arms.

“I’m pregnant. Why do you think I passed on the wine your mom offered me the other night?” she says, holding his gaze as he widens his eyes.

You look at John and playfully narrow your eyes at him, “You’re mean!”

“Hey,” he grabs your hands and pulls you back to him, “Come on. You were gonna scare me too. It’s payback.”

“Still mean, Wick.” you say, then you look over at Jimmy as he stands there stunned over Tess’ news.

Tess scoffs and rolls her eyes, “I’m kidding. I’m not pregnant. God, you’re gullible.”

John takes your hand and holds it tight as you all walk back over to the window to get out, and he quickly crawls out first. He reaches in for you and helps you out, and you wrap your arms around his neck and hold tight to him as he helps you through the narrow window.

“Kinda craving pancakes.” Jimmy says, and you glare at him as he laughs, “Come on, you thought it was funny.”

You did, to be honest, but it’s fun to fuck with Jimmy.

You playfully shove his shoulder, then you laugh, “Yeah, okay, so it was a good scare. Still gotta get you back though.”

Jimmy laughs, “I’ll be waiting.”

John rubs your back and walks over to the car with you, then he opens the door and looks at Jimmy, “Stella’s diner?”

“Sounds good.” he nods, then he helps Tess in the car.

You look at John and sigh a little, “It was you outside the door, wasn’t it?”

“You think I was going to leave you in that building alone?” he says, and you soften a little. “Of course it was me. I was never going to leave you in there alone. Ran like hell when I heard that door squeak open and you coming out though.”

“You know I’m gonna have to get you back now too, right?”

John laughs as he leans down to kiss you, “Oh, I know you will.”

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“Okay, daddy, here is costume number one.”

You hold Ronan with her back against your chest and your arm under her butt, then you head out and smile as John sits on the couch. He looks over and immediately starts to laugh when he sees Ronan practically being swallowed by the hot dog costume.

“Oh my god.” he laughs as he reaches over to pull the hood up a little so he can see her face, “A hot dog.”

“I thought it was really cute,” you laugh, then you set her in your lap, “It’ll keep her warm too.”

John laughs as Ronan coos, “You like this one? You do? I think you look very cute.”

“I think you’ll like the next one the most though.”

“You’re not gonna dress her up like me, are you?” he asks, and you widen your eyes.

You slap your palm to your forehead, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

John laughs as Ronan holds his finger and he kisses her hand, then he watches as you get up and head back into the guest bedroom to change her. You lay her down on the bed and quickly get her out of the hot dog costume, then you grab the red and black striped pants and smile as she looks up at you with her big gummy smile.

Despite being changed in and out of clothes, she doesn’t seem to care. She just stares up at you in awe as you change her. She’s always been such a good baby, and so damn happy too. It makes you feel like you’re doing something right.

You get the black long sleeved shirt over her head, then you get the costume and put her in it, immediately eliciting a loud laugh from you.

“Oh, you look so cute!”

“I can’t wait to see her.” John says from the living room, and you scoop Ronan up and walk out to him. He looks over and starts laughing again when he sees Ronan in the ladybug costume, then he nods, “That’s the one.”

You hold her up and smile, “Our little ladybug.”

Ronan sits in your arms and smiles at John, then she flings her arms around and garbles as you hand her off to him. You sit down on the couch next to them and smile as you reach over to pull the hood up, and John laughs when he sees the little antennas bobbling wildly.

“Definitely this costume.” he says, and you nod, “She looks so cute.”

You lean over to kiss Ronan, then you kiss John, “What are you going as?”

John laughs, “If I dress up, you have to.”

“Okay, okay…” you laugh, shaking your head, “No costumes for mom and dad.”

“Does mom have a costume for dad later though?” he asks, and you cock up your eyebrow.

You suck on your bottom lip as you look away, then you shrug and look at him again, “Maybe.”

“Is she sleeping in her room tonight?” he asks, smiling and hoping for the answer he so badly wants.

“Maaaybe,” you sing as you take Ronan from John since her costume is making her cheeks turn red.

John smiles when you lay Ronan down between the two of you to get her costume off, and he leans down and chomps loudly in the crook of her neck as she smiles and squirms. He makes silly noises at her to get her to smile big and wide, then he tickles her tummy as she flings her arms around.

“You’re such a good dad.” you smile, reaching up to touch his cheek, “I love seeing you with her. I know I say it all the time.”

“You’re a good mom too. Being parents with you is fun.”

You laugh, “Yeah, it is pretty fun.”

John leans down to kiss Ronan, then he looks at you as you smile at him. He wiggles his brows a little, and you laugh as you get up to pack Ronan’s bag for the night.

“Yes, John, it’s a date.” you say, then you look at him as he smiles wide.

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It’s Ronan’s first Halloween but since she’s only almost two months old, she obviously can’t trick or treat, so she’ll just get pushed around in her stroller. She’s dressed up in her costume since she’s just so damn cute!

You were planning on just taking her around your neighborhood, but you were invited to go trick or treating with Amanda, Aurelio, and their kids. Tess and Jimmy are tagging along as well, of course.

“Three peas in a pod.” John says when Amanda waves at you and rushes over to hug Tess. “You three are inseparable.”

“She’s a good friend.” you say, then you smile when Amanda gasps and laughs at Ronan in John’s arms, “We wanted to make sure she’d be warm.”

Amanda laughs as she pinches Ronan’s cheek, “You look so cute!”

You watch as John holds her up a little, and you smile when you see Benji dressed as a zombie, tattered clothing and fake blood on his hands and face. You let out a small scream when he shambles over to you like a zombie, then you give him a thumbs up.

“Very cool costume, Benji.”

Amanda laughs, “Dad let him watch The Walking Dead one night, and now he’s obsessed. Does that make me a terrible mom? I��m not sure yet.”

John chuckles as he shakes his head, “We watched Rambo the other night while Ro was with us.”

“She’s three months old. She’s got no clue.” you laugh and look at him, “Now when she’s 8, I’m not so sure.”

“Well,” Amanda laughs and shrugs, “I figured he’d be scared but he’s just obsessed now. Aurelio still censors some of the really bad stuff, but yeah, he’s all about zombies now.”

You smile as Benji walks over and pretends to bite Harper’s arm, which causes her to scream with laughter--she’s dressed up as Peppa Pig. You look over and watch as Finn toddles toward them in his Buzz Lightyear costume that he hasn’t taken off in a week, then he runs over to you and reaches up.

“Hey, Buzz,” you smile as you pick him up, “Hasn’t taken it off yet?”

Tess shakes her head and crosses her arms, “Barely. I got it off of him long enough to give him a bath this afternoon. Look at this bug!”

John laughs as he hands Ronan off to Tess, then he ruffles Finn’s hair, “Hey, buddy.”

“Hey, guys, this is Lauren. She’s gonna join us tonight.” Amanda says, gesturing to the tall and thin woman next to her. “Lauren, this is Tess, her husband, Jimmy. And this is Y/N and her husband, John.”

You smile as you reach out to shake her hand, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she smiles, then she shakes John’s hand. “My husband, Anthony, is inside right now, but these are my kids, Sophie and Dylan.”

Sophie is dressed as a princess and clinging to her mom’s leg, and Dylan is a pirate who is staring over at Benji and most likely wanting to play.

Lauren leans down and smiles, “Go ahead, baby.”

You set Finn down and smile, “I bet Finn would like to play too.”

Finn will play with anyone, so he walks over and starts talking--as best as he can at 15 months--to Dylan, who takes his hand and timidly walks over to Benji.

“I can’t wait for Ro to be bigger. Look at that!” you smile as the kids play together and run away from Benji chasing them. You look over at John to say something to him, but he’s not watching the kids. He’s looking at the house.

Even though you’ve been with John for two years now and feel as though you know every thought running through his head, he’s still maintained a certain level of mystery. There are times when you look at him and wonder what the hell he’s thinking and his face is so stoic and emotionless that you’re left completely in the dark. For example, right now, he’s staring at the man coming out of the house and his face isn’t giving a single thing away. His face isn’t but you see him clench his fist once before he flexes his hand and exhales. He’s getting ready. For what you don’t know yet. Surely he wouldn’t punch this random guy on Halloween night when children, including your daughter, are around.

John is still staring at the man as he comes out of the house, so you reach over and slip your hand into his grip. He looks down at you and softens his face, and you knit your brows together silently asking what’s going on. John looks at him again and takes a deep breath, then he tenses up.

“Hey, John.” the man says, and you look at him as he puts his arm around Lauren, “I see you’ve met my wife and kids.”

John doesn’t say anything, so you do.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” you reach out and shake his hand, “John’s wife.”

“Oh, I’ve heard about John’s wife.”

You jerk your head back a little as you blush. You hate the thought of people just knowing who you are. You hate the thought that you could be brought up in conversation while assassins sit around a table and drinking expensive alcohol at the hotel. It’s not really something you can escape though, you are John Wick’s wife.

“All good things, uh, from Amanda and Aurelio, by the way!” he adds to make you smile, but he only gets more nervous since John is looking at him.

You tug John’s hand discreetly, then everyone turns their attention to the kids laughing but you and John look at each other. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand and finally relaxes.

It’s okay. He doesn’t say it but his body language does. He’s relaxed. Everything is fine but your interest is definitely piqued.

“Well, should we get going?” Amanda asks, and everyone nods.

Tess gets Ronan back into her stroller and walks over to take Finn’s hand, and you all head down the street together. You feel John’s hand firm on your back as he walks with you, and you both slow down a little as the kids run up to a house.

“Who is he?”

“Anthony DeLuca. Used to work--”

You laugh, “I know that, but why are you so tense?”

“I don’t like when that life sometimes filters into our life.” he says, and you look up at him, “I was worried until I realized he’s married with kids. He’s probably thinking all the same things I am. He’s probably worried for his kids and his wife.”

“Did he retire?”

John shrugs, “I think so, but I’m not sure. I just know what that guy is capable of.”

“He knows what you’re capable of too,” you say as you turn to face him, still keeping one hand on Ronan’s stroller, “I’d be more scared of you than of him any day. Not that I am. You make silly voices at our baby and pout when I don’t kiss you.”

John starts to laugh finally, then he places his hands on your waist, “I just worry about you and Ro. Always. Constantly.”

“I know,” you look over at Lauren and Anthony as they glance at you and John, “I’m sure he’s over there reassuring her too that everything is going to be okay. Our children are here. Nothing is going to happen.”

“Yeah.” John exhales, then he reaches up to cup your cheek, “When did you become the level-headed one in the relationship?”

You laugh loudly as you lean up to kiss him, “I have no clue.”

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The rest of the night went really well. Ronan got plenty of compliments on her costume even though she fell asleep. Finn got tons of candy that he definitely won’t be able to eat, and Benji was already so hyped up on sugar that Amanda hid half of his candy.

John ended up walking behind everyone with Anthony as they talked, and every time you looked back they were smiling and laughing, so it feels good to know that they’re putting the past behind them. They never worked together and there was no competition between them when they did work. John was just worried. He soon realized that Anthony was crazy about his kids and his wife--just like John is about you and Ronan.

You were planning on stopping by your parents house to show off Ronan’s costume but since she’s so tired, you’ll just have to bring her by tomorrow afternoon instead, which is fine since your feet hurt from walking all night. Right now all you want to do is lay in bed and watch a movie.

**

Heading upstairs, I peek into Ronan’s room and see she’s still asleep, her trusty sidekick, Bleu, fast asleep on the floor next to her crib. I walk down the hall to our bedroom and smile when I see Y/N sprawled out on the bed. I crawl onto the bed and lay down on top of her, and she lets out a loud groan before she starts to laugh.

“Hi,” she smiles, and I lean down to kiss her.

“I see Ro is in her room.”

Y/N cocks her brow up, “I’m not changing my clothes. I bought some lingerie but I don’t wanna get up. Look, I’ll just lay here and you can do whatever you want to me.”

“That’s not fun.” I laugh, and she wraps her arms around my neck, “Maybe you just need me to…warm you up.”

“Mm,” she bites her bottom lip and nods, “Yeah.”

I kneel on the bed and smile at her as I pull her shirt over her head, then I toss it aside and lay back down. I gently kiss down her neck to her collarbone, then I take her skin between my lips and suck softly on her plump breast before leaning up to kiss her. I scoot up a little more and feel her wrapping her legs around my waist, then I slide my tongue into her mouth as we kiss.

Y/N tilts her head back and closes her eyes as I kiss down her body, worshiping every curve and dip, then she lets out a small laugh when my lips graze her hipbone. I kiss along the waistband of her jeans as I unbutton them, then I sit up and pull them off, along with her underwear as she lifts her hips to help. She reaches out for me and hums against my lips, then she’s pulling at my jeans, so I quickly sit up and undress myself until I’m just in my boxers. I feel her trying to tug my boxers down, so I help her and pull them off, watching as she looks down.

“Have I ever told you that you have a beautiful penis?”

I laugh as I get comfortable on top of her, “I think I’ve heard you say it a time or two.”

“Hmm,” she smiles with her eyes closed, “It’s very beautiful, Mr. Wick.”

My cock brushes against her pussy as we kiss, and she lets out a small breath every time I slowly thrust my hips to feel my cock against her clit. I continue to thrust my hips until I feel myself finally sliding between her legs slickly. I lean up a little to hold her gaze as I move in deeper, and she clenches her jaw as her eyes roll shut.

“Let it out,” I whisper, running my thumb over her lips and prying her mouth open, “Let me hear it.”

She opens her mouth and lets out a loud moan, “Fuck!”

“Look at me,” I say softly, then I look down to take her left hand and intertwine my fingers with hers before I do the same with her other hand and pin her arms above her head. Y/N holds my gaze as I thrust my hips, but I can tell she’s trying her hardest not to close her eyes. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all night.”

She looks deep into my eyes as I jerk my hips harder, but she eventually closes her eyes as she begins to shake a little, breathing heavily along with me. I let go of her hands so she can have control of her body as she climaxes, and she reaches up to pull me down to kiss her.

“Ride me,” I say softly in her ear, and she smiles as she nods her head. I lay down on my back and look at her as she sits up to unhook her bra and toss it aside before she crawls on top of me, “I wanna see your beautiful face.”

She really is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I know she never believes me when I tell her that, but it’s true. I also know she worries that I’m not as attracted to her since having a baby and that couldn’t be further from the truth. I worshiped her body before and I do now as well--not that it even looks any different--and I’m still absolutely fucking crazy for her. I found her to be incredibly attractive before having a baby, especially during, and after. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I can’t believe that she doesn’t see it sometimes.

I close my eyes and hold tight to her hips to help guide her on my cock, and I open my eyes and look up at her as she rests her hands on my thighs and rolls her hips, both of us smiling at each other. I watch my cock sliding in and out of her perfect pussy, and she reaches down for my hands and pulls me up to her, burying my face in between her breasts. I kiss up to her stomach to her breast, then I lightly suck on her nipple as she smiles and caresses my arms and back.

“Fuck, John, you feel so good,” she whispers in my ear, and I lean back to hold her gaze as she ruts in my lap. She presses her hand to her mouth and squeezes her eyes shut, then she buries her face in the crook of my neck as I squeeze her tighter in my arms as she unravels and rides out another orgasm, cursing and moaning my name.

Holding tight to her, I lay her back down on the bed since I know I’m not going to last much longer with these noises she’s making, and I quickly slide back between her legs as we both pant loudly. I fuck her harder and faster than before, and I take her left leg and place it over my shoulder as I move in deeper with a low groan. Her eyes roll shut as I kiss her leg up to her knee, then she whimpers loudly and nods her head, silently telling me to keep going. Y/N sucks on her fingers and reaches down to rub circles on her clit as she looks at me, and I wet my thumb and move her hand so I can do it instead, which makes her smile.

I groan as I jerk my hips, “So fucking wet. You are so fucking wet.”

“Best pussy you’ve ever had.” she whispers, and I nod and lean down to kiss her as I thrust my hips harder to bring on my orgasm.

I keep my lips pressed to hers as I roll my hips, then I jerk them hard every few seconds as I spill inside of her, knocking the breath out of her every time. Y/N frantically kisses me as she clings to my biceps, then she moans against my mouth as she digs her nails into my back, coming one more time. I let out a small groan as I finish inside of her, then I sit up and look down at her as she lays on the bed and pants.

Y/N reaches up and touches my chest as I kneel on the bed, then she laughs when I take her hand and kiss the back of it. She sits up and pretends to light a cigarette as I laugh, then she ‘blows’ the smoke out and lays back down.

“Yeah,” I laugh, nodding my head, “It was good.”

**

You look up at John as he wipes the sweat off his forehead, then he exhales loudly and leans down to kiss you softly a few more times. You cup his face in your hands and smooch him so hard that he starts to laugh, then he puts his finger up and heads into the bathroom.

After a few moments, he comes out and sits down to clean between your legs, then he wipes himself off and tosses the washcloth into the hamper near the dresser. He crawls back into bed with you and wraps his left arm over your waist as the two of you look at each other, and you smile softly when he rubs his thumb over your cheek.

“I know this is the wrong time to say it because we’re both laying here naked, but I miss Ro being in here with us.”

John nods, “Figured I’d go get her in a bit when we’re ready for bed. Just needed you to myself for a little while.”

“I appreciate it.” you whisper to him, “I appreciate you still wanting me.”

“I’m always gonna want you,” he says so softly that your eyes fill with tears, “Nothing is going to change that, remember?”

You nod as a warm tear slides down your cheek, “You just make me feel so loved and wanted and beautiful.”

“Because you are loved and wanted and beautiful.” he whispers, and you laugh tearfully.

“I’m so glad that we’re not like half the couples we saw tonight who just secretly hate each other.”

John shakes his head, “Yeah, that one couple just openly fought in front of everyone, even their kids.”

“Because they’ve grown to hate each other. Sometimes when you’re with someone for so long, those cute little quirks you liked at first end up being what you hate in the end.”

John slowly rubs his thumb over your ribs as he looks at you, “I could never hate you.”

“I could never hate you either.” you whisper, smiling softly, “I think what you and I have is something so unique and special.”

“I agree. Couldn’t imagine my life without you, peach.”

You inhale deeply and close your eyes as John gently kisses your temple over and over, then you look at him, “I got an idea. You in?”

“Always.” he whispers without second thought, and you get up from the bed.

Grabbing John’s hand, you tiptoe past Ronan’s room and peek to make sure she’s okay, then you head downstairs as you giggle. John has no idea what the plan is but he’s following along anyway.

“Where are we going? We’re naked.”

“I know!” you laugh, then you open the patio door and run out, immediately jumping into the pool. You come up for air and smooth your hair back as you look up at John standing in all his naked glory in front of you with his hands on his hips, “Get in! Unless you’re…chicken.”

John laughs, “Why would I be chicken to get into our own pool?”

“If you weren’t, you would have gotten in by now, so…” you imitate a chicken as John laughs, then you stand up straight, “Come on, Wick. The water is warm.”

A wide smile spreads across your face as John jumps into the pool, and you squeeze your eyes shut and laugh when water splashes everywhere. He comes up for air and grabs you by your legs, then he throws you over his shoulder as you scream with laughter.

“You know…” John puts you down so he can smooth his hair back, then he grabs you, “You’re very sexy when you talk shit.”

You laugh loudly, then you wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him before he spins you around and hugs you tight in his arms. You tilt your head back and smile with your eyes closed, then you moan when you feel John slowly slipping back between your legs as he kisses up your neck.

“You gotta be quiet though.”

John laughs, “Oh, me? That’s all you, peach.”

“No, you always lose it when we have sex. Can’t have the neighbors knowing we’re out here.” you tease, and John laughs as he walks over to pin you between the wall and his body.

You hold tight to each other as he slowly jerks his hips, then he reaches up and slides his thumb into your mouth as you whimper. You close your eyes and cling to John as he thrusts his hips, and you lean your forehead against his, surrendering to him.

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[geffenrecords]

u should give ME recs of the bands u like

srry i take 4ever but OF COURSE 💪

first of main recommendation 4ever is flatsound I KNOW he has popular stuff but he gets me like no one else my bff since i was like 13. he gets a bit overbearing and a bit like. idk too much occasionally buttttt i pgive him a pass. generally id recommend anything from his 2011 album "i clung to you hoping we'd both drown", GOOD SHIT on there but scotland i wish you had stayed/last minute cycle/four songs for losing you/if we could just pretend/losing intrerest and the trust i had in you r all reallly good. heat death, eight months, computer wound, soap, prayer beads, syrup, old lumina, i lost control, meow meow meow, last minute cycle, im so concerned about the ending that i dont even know the plot, cute stuff like that. theres probably more but thats just off the top of my head. idek. he has some good instrumental albums too :)

speaking of if u like instrumental stuff -> BUCKETHEAD. HIII. hes so funny i love him my fav album by him is colma my mom and dad used to play it in the car all the time and it still makes me cry. i wouldnt say his stuff is lifechanging but i use it for bg drawing noise all the time and its sweet stuff + hes really really fun to watch live and play. cool guy.

be your own pet is. well honestly im not relly sure what they are but they are fun ive only listened to their one album and it wasn't the best but it doesnt need to be. theyre so loud i need like ibuprofen if i ever listen to it full length again but the 2 songs by them i really really like are "stairway to heaven" (not a led zep cover) and "bog" (if my chem did a cover of this it would be unbelievably lifechanging).

megadeth I WILL RECCOMEND TO YOU idk if ur a metal person but uhmm give it a shot ? i dont really know how to say this in a good way so here. i think dave mustaine would really strike a note with you. in some aspects. HES FUNNY WEIRD ! and also hes really all you need yto know about them. they've switched out sm guys just keep him in mind. my fav lineup is peace sells bc chris poland was sweet looking and i just like gar samuelson for no discernable reason. they had a good ass bass player with GOOD ASS basslines but well he fucked that up! i honestly have no idea whos even in the band now. im basic w them i like rust in peace a lot and so far so good so what. they generally have a good few songs every album, enough for you to buy it but id never say theres like. an actual ass album thats like. i like every single song on it forever. SRRY LOL but i do really like his voice. song picks for them would be hook in mouth, 502, into the lungs of hell, honestly anything from rust in peace (ESP dawn patrol), peace sells title track, good mourning/black friday, n whatever else. im not the biggest fan of them but they have some good stuff. first album isnt bad either :o

KITTIE you should try rn. im fake i only listen to their first album but im working on it...lol. a bunch of 14 year old girls who met in highschool gym class and said hey lets make a band and well. it actually turned out super good. theyve also had sooooo many lineup changes idek but listen to the entirety of spit and the title track for until the end.

for a real dumb stupid emo band -> nightmare of you. i STILL ALSO havent listened to their other album but their self titled is very cute lol. theyre sooo fucking cheesy and stupid but theyre so fun. saw a pic of mikeyway with the lead singer once and also i reccomend watching their music vids bc theyre funny as FUCK. songs picks are thumbelina, my name is trouble, why am i always right?, i want to be buried in your backyard, and in the bathroom is where i want you. silly.

one of my favs ever EVANESCENCE. or at least their fallen album )are u noticing a pattern yet). i used to drive around and have that one playing on repeat like literally for weeks straight i luvv her sm. going under, whisper, tourniquet, and imaginary are the top Hits from there.

also im not sure if you want like mcr or fob hits BUT ill give them to you because i have the best ever taste are years of soul bonding with them. mcr hits -> drowning lessons, our lady of sorrows, headfirst for helos, early sunsets, best day ever, CUBICLES, helena, to the ed, not okay, interlude, fashion statement, cemetary drive, i never told you, dead, how i disappear, sharpest lives, i dont love you, famous last words, bulletproof heart, only hope for me, save yourself, SCARECROW, boy division, ambulance, heaven help us, burn bright. fob hits -> grenade jumper, patron saint of liars & fakes, sixteen candles, our lawyer made us change the name, 7 minutes in heaven, get busy living, im like a laywer, HUM HALLELUJAH, golden, after life of the party, youre crashing, ive got all this ringing in my ears, DISLOYAL ORDER, shes my winona, headfirst slide, 27, w.a.m.s and west coast smoker. srry people are about to get on my ass but i dont care very much for their stuff post hiatus. I DONT THINK ITS BAD its just not for me. i listen to it with simone all the time though it has my respect blah blah blah.

okay i hope that waz good enuf for you. have fun <3

#obviously not everything i like but stuff i figured would please u #hehe #zyz #carter #asks #srry this took so long.......i dont rlly have an excuse other than i was at school for like. so long...ig....

[r0mc0m]

✲   ✲   ✲   STRANGER THINGS VERSES   :

I was making a carrd but it’s so much work to put in especially when most of them only require like a minimal amount of explanation I think ... so just refer to this to know about my muses stranger things verses (where applicable!)

✲   st ocs   ⤳   brian. julieta. krystal. everyone else below :

Alex Law, class of ‘84 (original fandomless character)

He works for a smaller paper within Hawkins called Evening News after being rejected by The Hawkins Post --- first, for being too young, then, for being too 'unreliable'. His goal with this independent paper is to pick up whatever he knows the Post is ignoring, knowing that whatever they think is ridiculous is what intrigues him most --- knowing that whatever they're ignoring is the real story that should be told. Naturally, he ends up somewhat tangled up with the party --- he doesn't know everything, but he keeps showing up at the tail end of the big things happening and tries to piece things together to create a story. He usually looks stupid when his stories go to print, causing the independent paper even more ridicule from their much larger rival, but he feels like he's getting closer to figuring out what weird shit is actually happening in Hawkins ... if only they'd trust him enough to fill him in.

Nancy Thompson, class of ‘84 (originally from A Nightmare on Elm Street)

Glen, Tina, and Rod are taken and lost to the Upside Down rather than by Freddy Krueger in this verse. Their deaths occur season 1, in tandem with Barbara’s death and with Will’s disappearance. She obviously finds her way to go in after them, finding a gate in Tina’s backyard, but she isn’t able to save a single one of them. She runs into the main party during all of this [most likely it’s Hop and Joyce she sees in the hazmats while she’s fighting for her life and her friends’ lives in there] and she decides to stick with them : after all, there aren’t many people who would believe the absolute fuckery of what happened to her friends, so these guys are the only ones who can offer any support to her.

Jennifer “Riff” Randell, class of ‘85 (originally from Rock n Roll High School)

Remains mostly unchanged, it’s honestly just removing her from her canon high school and placing her in Hawkins. She does not get involved with the weird shit that’s happening in Hawkins simply because she has bigger and better dreams. She’s determined to be The Ramones’ songwriter, as they are her favorite band. She is quite a problem at Hawkins High, as her disciplinary records fill an entire filing cabinet. Riff simply does not give any kind of a fuck about school. Actually would like to overthrow the principal and liberate the school with the power of rock and roll. Would she be useful if needed? Signs point to no, but she’s also never been put in that kind of life or death save the world situation, so if your ST muse trusts her enough to drag her into it, I guess we will see what happens!

Romy White, class of ‘85 (originally from Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion)

Remains mostly unchanged, it’s honestly just removing her from her canon high school and placing her in Hawkins. Aspiring fashion designer struggling with body image issues, especially considering how the A group (or, you know, popular / cool kids in general) seem to find it funny to bring up her weight or make fun of the clothes she designs herself among other things. Overall an outcast who cares way too much what the popular / cool kids think, does what she can to impress them but gets made fun of in the process. Would she be useful if needed? Please dear God do not rope her into it. She will cry. She will piss and shit herself. She will be so scared. My poor defenseless baby.

Jason Dean, class of ‘86 (originally from Heathers)

Remains mostly unchanged, it’s honestly just removing him from Westerburg and placing him in Hawkins. He’s still the new kid, having moved around several, several times before landing in Hawkins, but we’re gonna dial it back on the shady wanting to blow up the school and murdering jocks thing since there are much bigger things at stake. Probably made jokes about it, probably really considered it, but the freaky shit happening holds him back. I think he’d be a suspect, too, in regards to Heather, Kurt, and Ram’s deaths, because he openly threatened them often, having had pulled out that gun on them points even more fingers at him, even if it was unloaded. Doesn’t help his case when he says he wishes he’d done it but no, this wasn’t him. Definitely is the type to get Vecna’d. I don’t know what his song is yet, I will update when I do. Would he be useful if needed? Likely! But in an insufferable way. Like, yeah, he’ll help the party if he gets roped in, but he’ll also be all nihilistic pessimist about it and everyone will lowkey wish he had been flayed or some shit.

Mallory Lewis, class of ‘86 (original fandomless character)

This is Lennon, several years before her career takes off and is crushed. But! That’s nothing right now : right now, she’s a theater kid. And a super talented one at that. The kind that always gets the lead in the school’s plays and musicals. She stays relatively as upbeat as she can even through all the hardships she faces, and dreams of becoming a famous actress. Naturally she’s somewhat popular, naturally she’s even desired : but, sorry boys, she’s a lesbian. She’s in the closet, she doesn’t want to be for very much longer, mostly to rescue herself from the male gaze, but considering the time ... she can’t come out, not yet, lest she become a victim to a hate crime. Would she be useful if needed? Maybe? She’s definitely strong, and a fighter, but this kind of thing feels too big for her to handle ... she would definitely do her best, though. Try not to rope her into it, she needs her pretty face to stay in tact for her future short lived career on the big screen.

Heather McNamara, class of ‘86 (originally from Heathers)

Remains mostly unchanged, it’s honestly just removing her from Westerburg and placing her in Hawkins. She is co-captain of the cheerleading squad and one of the untouchable Heathers. Heather and Kurt and Ram’s deaths throw her off, and she feels like she’s cursed, falling into the kind of depression and hollowness you feel when you’re so, so alone --- especially considering Duke turned on her the second Chandler was out of the picture.  Would she be useful if needed? No way, keep her away from Vecna thank you. She would also cry.

#verses.