#hey killing billie wasn't the best idea

[dameare]

Better Than Morphine | Oneshot

Word count: 1,596

Summary: “I don’t think I’m the dumbass here.” He finally says. “If anything, you are the dumbass for almost getting yourself killed out there.”

Notes: This one doesn't make sense. It's sooo self-indulgent, please don't bring this up EVER. If you know me, it's all a lie and you actually don't. I had the clever idea of writing this because of That One Twilight Frame where Jacob was all sweaty and weak and aww-able and all I wanted to do was hug him!! Like God, IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!!! I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE!!!

Anyway, as to not embarrass myself even further...

"Y/N?"

She flinches and looks at Billy, who only gives her a nod of encouragement. She feels a tinge of hesitation deep in her bones, prickling at the skin right above it, but she pushes the door open anyway.

She isn't really expecting anything. She's known Jacob her entire life, of course. She's seen him at his excruciatingly worst, and his timeless best.

But really, Jacob has never really failed to surprise her either. Not even once. And she's still very much surprised to see Jacob on the bed even though she'd already expected to see him there.

This time however, she isn't particularly pleased. Jacob's here, lying on his back with almost his entire left shoulder wrapped in a long strip of bandage, trailing towards his abdomen, where it looks like it had been to hell and back. His face is calm, and he doesn't say anything, but somehow she's sure that under that stern coolness - under where no-one else is allowed to unravel but her - he's in pain. And pain that, no matter how hard he tries to hide, still manifests through his locked jaw and his otherwise beautiful russet skin that's now dotted with grime and sweat. His eyes look sunken, and they seem to have forgotten the deep intensity they once held. He's not very good at hiding his pain, she notices, but she's glad that's the case.

It takes everything in her not to look away. Perhaps she'd been too stupid to think that he wouldn't actually follow her, and even more stupid to think that she wasn't in any kind of danger especially after the incident in Alaska.

The dark, empty hallway. The vampire's crimson eyes glistening with murderous intent. His razor sharp fangs that were only inches away from burrowing itself into the pale skin of her neck. Then, Jacob in his wolf form, springing out of the blue with animalistic rage, rapidly wedging himself in between the cold one and Y/N...

She winces at the remembered feeling. But as hard as it is to look at him or think about how it's entirely her fault that he's hurting, her only place of solace is still him, and she's glad he's okay.

"Hey there, dumbass," Y/N mutters sheepishly.

Jacob doesn't say anything at first. He kinda just stares at her for a long moment, the silence hanging over the room like a promise long maintained. Then he sort of smiles that smug smile of his, and Y/N doesn't know whether or not to feel happy.

"I don't think I'm the dumbass here." He finally says. "If anything, you're the dumbass for almost getting yourself killed out there."

"I know, I know," she sighs, coming over to the bed and sitting on the empty spot next to him. She's probably never going to hear the end of this; in fact, this is definitely going to be at the top of the list of Stupid Things Y/N Has Done that Jacob can bring up during arguments. "I'm really sorry, Jake."

He waves his right hand, allowing it. "I know you are."

"But still, you shouldn't have followed me. I mean, I told you not to follow me, didn't I?" She reminds him. "Now you're hurt. You're hurt because of me."

"I am. It hurts so much," Jacob says. "But you know what would hurt more?" he covers her hand with his. It's rough, but warm regardless, and familiar. For a split second, his smug smile disappears and his eyes darken. "That if I had spared even a single moment second-guessing my decision... that if I hadn't followed you, I would've spent my entire life full of regrets because I could've done something. And you know what? I'm fucking glad I got hurt, if that means I get to spend more time with you."

Y/N laughs at the sappiness, or she tries to, only for it to devolve into an uncharacteristic fit of tears (God she hates it whenever that happens), and Jacob just reassuringly squeezes her hand through it, his eyes warming up with concern.

"Hey, hey," Jacob says hurriedly. "It's okay, it's not like I'm dying or anything. Besides, I don't blame you completely-"

"It's not that, Jake," she says. "It's just... I just really love you, you know?"

He looks at her face and doesn't say anything, and Y/N briefly wonders if it's the right thing to say after all, or maybe he just doesn't feel the same way anymore after she so cleverly left Forks without saying anything. But then he smiles mockingly, and all her worries suddenly ease up. "Of course I love you too, Y/N. If I didn't, do you think I would've done what I did?"

"I guess not," she smiles sadly, and instinctively tries to unlatch her hand from his so that she could wipe her tears, but her efforts are made futile when he pulls her instead. "Jacob-" she starts, but it only takes one shush from him for Y/N to quickly oblige.

There's a long silence. How long - she has no way to tell. Not with Jacob staring at her like that, no. He brings a hand up to her face and wipes the tears away with his warm thumb, then holds her face by the chin like he always does when he wants her attention all to himself, or when he wants to drive her crazy. "My little moon," he says softly, and she holds her breath, trying to hide the stupid fluttery feeling in her chest. God, she's so full of longing, he has no idea. In a daze, and perhaps against better judgment, she shuffles a few inches closer. His face is so close, she could feel his hot breath against her face...

What happens next is a simple mistake, in Y/N's defense. She didn't mean for her eyes to dart dreamily towards his lips, but they did, to her horrible realisation, and he saw, because now his lips are turned up into a cocky half-smile. "Hey, I'm afraid we don't want any more accidents," he teases.

"Yeah?" She challenges, and something washes over her - maybe it's the yearning, the nights she'd uselessly spent alone in Alaska wishing he was there to warm her up; or maybe it's the elation at finally touching the bareness of his skin, slick with sweat - at finally being able to see and talk to him and not the imagined Jacob of her fantasies back in Alaska. He's there, actually there, and she feels dumb for having such a late reaction but God, she's just so happy and so so close to his face that his warm breath is mixing with hers and, what is there to lose?

So she kisses him; at first he doesn't move at all. She's not even sure he's breathing, but her head's swimming and she could almost cry from the longing that she doesn't think to stop. Y/N shoves a hand through his hair, stopping only to cup the back of his head while the other brushes ever so softly over the rise of his cheekbone. Her breath hitches in her throat when his lips press back into the kiss, burning her. She sighs, weak, and Jacob takes this opportunity to open her mouth with his tongue. He tastes sweet, she thinks, and his tongue is slick and hot and she doesn't want it to stop ever, not when she feels like she's on top of the world, and certainly not when she's still aching for him.

Then, whatever washed over her somehow stops and her senses come crawling back. Y/N pulls back suddenly, stares at Jacob for one harrowing second. He stares back, smirking, dazed and amused.

"I – um," Y/N brushes a finger over her lips. "I didn't mean to."

"Y/N, God," Jacob says, his breath ragged. "You have no idea how much I've been waiting for that." And then he dives back in, to her pleasant surprise, and mutters her name like a sacred prayer. It's gentler this time, like she's too precious and he's too afraid to hurt her; he takes little breaks - too little, in fact, for it to even count as a break - where he just gently pecks at her lips, until her lower lip catches in his and he takes his chance to nibble at it softly. Then he's kissing her properly again, and she hums, relieved, eyes closing and hand rubbing the back of his head.

Her lips are red and throbbing by the time they pause and, with fatigue oddly catching up, she curls up to him for warmth. She doesn't mind that he's sweaty, that's the least of her worries, and that didn't even occur to her because she's too busy catching her breath. "Did I hurt you?" She asks softly, if not a little broken. 

Jacob chuckles and gives her head a brief kiss. "Sweetheart, I'd take this over morphine, trust me."

She laughs a bit, and she listens to his chest calm down, moving up and down slowly; she does this for what feels like an eternity before everything dims down and she falls asleep.

"Sleep tight, my little moon."

#jacob black #twilight saga #fanfic #jacob black x reader #jacob black imagine #twilight imagine #jacob black angst #jacob black fluff #angst #fluff #fanfiction #edward cullen #the cullens #imprint #twilight revival #sorry not sorry #the twilight saga #twilight eclipse #twilight new moon #breaking dawn

[ch3rrysuck3r]

need more eddie roundtree fics on this website i’ll take anything from light smut to tooth-rotting fluff but please

OF COURSE DARLING!! your wishes r my commands. I've got a few requests for him, as soon as I get those out there's Eddie content for u guys!!

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF cause my man is not happy enough tbh. (Don't worry tho, i have some smut requests i hope I get out this week!!)

ALSO, lets pretend Cami and Eddie never slept together, for the sake of their happiness. Eddie's hate for Billy simply comes from feeling like a second class citizen in a first class resort, like in the book!

Forever here, with you

Y/N Roundtree: Look, I love you. But I hated Billy. I say 'hated' because I haven't seen him in years, but, he was a proper asshole. I hope he's honest about that. You have no idea how many times I've had to keep Eddie from killing him.

Eddie Roundtree: He would be dead, probably, if it wasn't by Y/N. I think she might've been the one think that kept me grounded during the band. That kept it going for me. (Pause) Actually, no, I don't think. I know.

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The band is playing in Las Vegas, for a sold out venue. It's one of their first shows for the tour, but so far, it's been going great.

The River is coming to an end, which means also is the show. As the final note plays, Billy is quick to thank the fans and leave stage, everyone following behind.

I start making my way to the back, where I'll be taken backstage. I finally reach the band once I'm out of the ocean of sweaty bodies and past security. As I make my way towards Eddie, I see Billy saying something to him and storming off. I can see Eddie's face from here, and he doesn't seem to be very happy. He is not angry, either, as he usually is after arguments with Billy.

"Hey!" I greet once I reach him, and his face lights up a little.

"Hey, gorgeous." His arms lift me up and spin me around, hugging me as tight as they can.

"Everything alright, Ed?"

He sighs deeply and rubs my arm. "Let's go back to the hotel, please?"

"Of course."

The hotel isn't that far away and the band was probably going to hang out backstage for a few more hours, so we decided to walk. It is a starry Tuesday night and the streets are not as busy. The shiny signs are enough to light the sidewalks. It's a silent walk. I know he's got things to say but I also know that any problem between him and Billy is too bad to talk about in public.

It doesn't take long to reach the Las Vegas Hilton, the receptionist greets us and I offer him a small smile. Eddie and I go into the elevator, hand in hand, and soon reach the comfort of our room.

I lay in bed and he needily cradles my body and sets himself on top of it, wrapping me in a bear hug. I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling his chest rise and fall steadily.

"He didn't let me change some notes on the bass"

I sadden at the thought, knowing how sad this type of thing actually makes him feel. I try my best to comfort him with my actions as I think about something to say.

"He is an idiot."

He laughs against my neck and I smile a little.

"Okay, but actually; I know he gets to you and you have every reason to be as mad as you are. But you love the band, Eddie. And they need you. I am here for you, whenever and forever, you know that."

"I love you." He rasps onto my ear, lifting his head and pecking my lips. He holds both my arms against the headboard with a hand and keeps filling my face with quick kisses. I laugh andbfeel his lips against my teeth.

He abruptly stops and looks at me, in all seriousness.

"Marry me?"

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Y/N: "What?!" (Laughs) I didn't know if he was being serious or not.

Eddie: Of course I was being serious. I knew I wanted to marry that woman the day I met her. I just had to wait for long enough to not seem a weirdo.

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"Marry me?" He repeats the question with a laugh. My eyes water and I hug him. "Is that a 'yes'?"

"Of course it is a 'yes'."

"Great, let's go."

"Right now?!" He shoots me his million dollar smile.

"Of course right now, I can't wait to marry you."

I blush at the comment and make my way towards my suitcase, busting it open to look for something that may work like wedding attire.

"You do that, I'll go call Warren."

"Can you ring up Karen and Daisy for me, please?"

"Of course darling." He walks behind my body that seats on the floor. His hand grabs my neck, turning upwards my head and leaning down to give my lips a quick peck before leaving the room to look for a telephone booth.

I decide to wear a silver, long-sleeved dress. It's transparent enough you can see the outline of what's underneath, but I doubt it will matter. It reaches mid-thigh and is loose on my shoulders. I keep on the black boots I'm wearing and apply a bit of gloss to my lips. I see Eddie come back into the room in a forest green suit, no shirt underneath.

We both admire each other quietly. He clears his throat, eyes not leaving my body. I don't intend to peel mine off of his either.

"Warren was in his room, he let me borrow this so he's walking with us. Daisy and Karen are on their way to the chapel right now, they are taking Graham with them."

I thank him with a quick smile and kiss.

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Warren Rojas: I don't remember much of that wedding, either. I know it didn't take us long to arrive to the chapel, tho. It was one of those classic ones in Las Vegas.

Karen Sirko: It was a beautiful chapel, very traditionally Vegas.

Graham Dunne: I remember Elvis Presley married them. (Laughs) Not actually him, you know. He'd pass a little less than a year before...great man.

Daisy Jones: I...don't remember much. (Laughs) I spent most of after the shows getting high and drunk. But I do remember that, once they said 'I do', Eddie picked her up in his arms and ran to the hotel, that was a few buildings down the street. We all ran behind them, screaming and popping champagne.

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"Eddie Roundtree, do you take Y/N L/N to be your unlawfully wedded wife? To love, cherish and respect 'till the end?"

He grins at me and I do the same. "I do."

"Y/N L/N, so you take Eddie Roundtree to be your unlawfully wedded husband? To love, cherish and respect 'till the end?"

"I do."

"Then by the power given to me five minutes ago by this cheap chapel, I pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Roundtree. You may kiss the bride; I've got to attend another one of this."

We laugh and then kiss, cheers erupt from our drunk friends that stand besides us.

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Billy Dunne: No, I was not invited to the wedding. I also couldn't care less, honestly. I always knew Eddie had something against me, I just payed no mind. I never had anything against him, I always tried to make him happy.

Eddie: We did actually get married, by the way. After the band split up an everything.

Y/N: It was the best day of my life. After the day our daughter was born, of course. But that's a story for another time.

#daisy jones and the six #djats #djats x reader #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie x reader #warren rhodes #warren rojas #daisy jones #karen sirko #graham dunne #billy dunne #camila alvarez

[untilwedont]

A Heart-Wrenching Betrayal (remade ending)

Pairings: Ethan Landry x Male Reader

A/N; I kinda hated the og ending to my last story so i felt like redooing it. Also i changed the plot just a teeny tiny bit.

Part 1 // Part 2 (og ending) //

A/N; me when i become a ethan fanpage. scream requests r appreciated since im in my scream era

"Watch out-" Kirby yelled, but was quickly cut off after being shot multiple times by officer Bailey. Your eyes widened when Kirby dropped to the floor. You were even more shocked when one of the ghostfaces came up behind Bailey. A second after, the second ghostface came up behind him. "W-what the fuck..?" You spoke, but it was almost a whisper. "You..?" Tara asked in shocked. "Ehh, of course me. Frankly I expected more from the three of you, especially after what you did to us." He spoke, more focused on Tara and Sam. "What do you mean us?" Tara asked confused.

The first ghostface revealed themselves and you felt as if you could have died on the spot. Your heart dropped to your stomach, "Ethan...?" You spoke, his name almost coming out as a whisper. He looked at you with a sense of dread and regret in his eyes, but somehow they were still filled with evil. "Surprise baby, bet you didn't expect to see me here, hm? You know, Mindy was right! It was easy to juke the roommate lottery." His regretful eyes fully turned evil as he looked away from you towards his father.

"What the fuck Ethan? I- I loved you!" Tears ran down your face, "I fucking loved you.." You spoke lowly. You felt Ethans eye's look into your soul but he never said anything. Maybe there was a part of him that regretted the whole thing? Of course not, he wouldn't have done all this if it was purposely to hurt you, right?

"But if it's you two, then that just leaves... Mindy?" Sam questioned, fearing her good friend was behind the killings. The last ghostface revealed themselves. "Quinn?!" You spoke in a shocked tone. "Hey roomies, didn't see that one coming, did you?" she asked, clearly proud of herself. "No because you died!" Tara yelled. "Kinda didn't though.. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Mindy, stab Gale Weathers." You were in utter shocked. You still couldn't comprehend that your boyfriend & friend were the ghostfaces.. and officer bailey.

"I mean, it was just a little fake blood, a prosthetic.. you'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with." Officer Bailey said, proceeding to walk toward the small group.

//time skip to after explanation of richie//

The three had surrounded you, sam, and tara. You thought you would be doomed and gutted by your own boyfriend, but Sam had the bright idea to grab the bricks laying right beside you. Though it wasn't the best weapon ever, it could definitely help you. "You guys ready?" Sam asked, looking back at both you and Tara. You nodded and looked at your boyfriend, "Come on motherfucker!" you yelled and you all charged at the three surrounding you.

You lunged at your boyfriend with the brick in your hand. He dodged your first attack, slicing the side of your arm. You managed to hit him on your second attempt, knocking him to the ground. Blood poured down from his hair, "Guys, over there!" Sam yelled pointing towards the ladder. Sam managed to grab Billy's knife from the ground before the three of you ran towards the ladder, climbing it as quick as possible.

Once you guys made it up the ladder, you guys tried your best to cross the balcony as slow as possible considering it was small. As you made you way across, your foot slipped causing you to fall. Tara and Sam managed to grab your arm before your fell. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" You screamed, holding onto them for dear life. Ethan hadn't made it any easier because he tried grabbing and cutting you from below. "Ethan stop, why are you doing this?! I'm your fucking boyfriend!" You yelled at him, still clutching onto Tara and Sam.

"I need to, M/N! Maybe if it wasn't for your bitch sister I wouldn't be forced to do this!" He yelled back, still trying to grab you.

"Shit, I'm slipping! I don't think I can hold on!" You exclaimed. The blood on your guys' hand made it hard to hold on. "Let me go." You said, already knowing you may fall anyways. "No way, M/N! We aren't letting go!" Sam yelled back. "You have to let me go, Sam!" Sam and Tara heard footsteps from beside Sam and saw Quinn, her knife screeching on the rail as she walked closer to them. "Shit.." Tara mumbled. Luckily you had a plan.

You looked at Sam and then the knife she had on her. she nodded and gave you the knife before Tara and Sam let you go. You fell onto the floor. "Got ya, babe!" Ethan exclaimed, plunging the knife into your stomach. You winced at the pain but no noise came out of you. before he could do anything else, you repeatedly plunged your knife into his stomach. He yelled out in pain, dropping his knife onto the floor.

You pushed him onto the floor before climbing on top of him, lifting your knife in the air. Tears ran down your face as you looked at him. Memories of the two of you together came rushing to your mind as you continued to look at his face. "Do it.. M/N." He said, blood spilling out of his mouth and onto his chin. You nodded your head in disagreement, "No... no, don't- don't make me do this, Ethan.."

You knew he deserved to be killed for all the lives he took but you couldn't get yourself to do it. You didn't want to live with the guilt of knowing you murdered your boyfriend. "I'm so-sorry, M/N. I-...I'm sorry that... that I made you go through this." You lowered your knife before placing your other bloody hand on his cheek. "I-.. regret everything I did but... but you- you have to kill me."

You looked into his eyes with your teary ones, his pleading for you to end it all. "There has to- to be another way! Please Ethan I- I can't kill you. I don't wanna lose you!" You begged, wanting to do anything but kill your boyfriend. "M/N, please..!" His tears rolled onto down his face onto the ground. You nodded, finally giving in to his pleads. You lifted your knife in the air again before this time finally plunging it into his heart. You quickly kissed him one last time. He kissed back, but only for a second as his body came to a stop.

You pulled away from him, now staring at your boyfriends lifeless body, the knife still plunged into him. You cried out more, knowing he was officially gone.

You'd never be able to forgive yourself for killing your boyfriend.

A/N; Let me know if you like this ending more than the other one :D tbh i kinda prefer it more but idk lmk what u guys think. dont forget to send scream requests!

#male reader #male!reader #malereader #ethan landry x male reader #jack champion x male reader #scream x male reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x reader #gay #scream x reader #jack champion imagine

[grey-sides]

Can we have some mutual wingmen Steve and Eddie trying to speak with their crushes Billy and Chrissy?

Howdy, anon! I imagine this is probably a little different from what you imagined when you prompted me, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

"The Shining Twins," one of the guys from the basketball team mutters when they flood out of gym class.

Steve rolls his eyes, noticing Billy leaning against the locker next to Chrissy's. They are matching today, but Steve's pretty sure that's just because Chrissy is wearing one of Billy's shirts.

Completely platonically, of course, Chrissy had assured Steve when he escorted her to homecoming. Jason had been fuming, Eddie wasn't willing to go even for the chance to dance with Chrissy, and Billy was grounded. Not that that had stopped him from sneaking out to hang out with Steve after.

Steve nods as he passes them, a small smile gracing his features. He doesn't really know what to call what he and Billy are. Friends, definitely. Very good friends, even. Very good, almost best friends who sometimes almost, maybe kiss when they're left to their own devices.

Steve just doesn't know and he doesn't know how to broach the topic with Billy. He's afraid that if he does, he'll break the spell over whatever it is they're dancing around and it'll come to an end. Half formed kisses and sweetly shared breath should be enough.

He hikes his bag over his shoulder and yelps when a hand grabs him from a classroom and pulls him inside.

Steve is wielding a very dull pencil in his right hand when he whirls around to face Eddie.

"I could have killed you!" Steve snaps, shaking his head. Upon closer inspection, this isn't a classroom, it's Eddie's dungeon for his club.

Eddie looks at the pencil in his hand, makes a face and shrugs. "Nah, probably would have left a sweet scar though.

He flicks on the overhead lights which have been draped in fabric to create a darker ambience. Steve raises a brow when it throws into light that Eddie is not wearing his denim jacket for once.

"You have a presentation today or something?" Steve asks, setting his bag down on the floor and hauling himself up onto a desk jammed in the corner.

"No," Eddie scoffs.

"You're missing a layer."

Eddie looks down at himself and flushes nervously. "Uh, that's part of why I invited you in here."

Steve makes a face and shakes his head. "Sorry, man, not interested."

"No! I didn't dress up for you," Eddie scoffs. He shakes his head and fidgets with his clean t-shirt. He is wearing his battle vest, but Steve supposes losing one layer is a good start.

"And I have my jacket, I was gonna offer it to Chrissy, is all," Eddie adds. His voice goes soft at the end and Steve grins.

"Oh yeah? Cute."

Eddie flips him off while he flops back into his throne. He kicks one leg over the side and looks at Steve. "And you're going to talk to Billy.

"I talk to Billy almost every day," Steve retorts.

"And now you're going to say what's really been on your mind."

Steve licks his lips and looks away. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You do. I'm going to talk to Chrissy and you're going to talk to Billy. We'll plan a double date so there's less pressure," Eddie suggests.

Steve swallows and looks up at the ceiling. Someone has half painted a dragon onto it with the other half sketched in pencil. "I don't know, man."

"Well, I do. I'm tired of being a- a coward about it. And I'm tired of watching you and Billy have a western stand-off."

Steve shakes his head, dropping his gaze back to Eddie. He's feigning looking comfortable right now. "You should have told me, I would have dressed up."

He's wearing a polo, is all, and it's in fine condition. But maybe he would have worn a different polo, a nicer one. Or jeans instead of khakis.

"You look fine, you look like you always do!"

Steve pushes off the desk to walk over to Eddie. "I don't know, I'm not even sure what I should say. Hey, sorry we've been dancing around each other but I really do want to kiss you? And like hold your hand at the quarry and look at the stars together? And I want to get naked with you, but not in the school showers? How does that sound?"

"Super romantic," Billy announces, standing with Chrissy on his arm. They're both grinning with her cheek pressed to his shoulder. "More romantic than I thought you were capable of, Steve."

Steve whips around while his cheeks flush and he can hear Eddie scrambling to sit up straight.

"How much of that did you hear?" Steve demands.

Chrissy giggles and shrugs. "Enough." She wiggles her fingers at Eddie over Steve's shoulder.

"How about the drive-in on Friday?" Billy says, smirking at them. "You can pick us up in the van at seven. Don't be late."

Chrissy laughs again and turns, looking at them over her shoulder. "See you, Eddie!"

Steve watches them go, heart pounding in his chest. He snaps his mouth shut and shakes his head.

"I think it worked!" Eddie finally says, louder than he needs to.

Steve turns to look at him and puts his hands on his hips. "Is that what you call a crithit?"

Eddie doubles over with his laughter.

#harringrove #hellcheer #stranger things #greye writes

[starlightshadowsworld]

The new Hopper part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Vance hadn't realised how much he'd missed Finney till he was curled up in his arms.

He didn't like to think of his time in the basement.

None of them did.

But if there was one almost happy memory of that place was how he and the others would sleep.

The Grabber... Liked to watch.

And they were afraid he'd take one of them in the night.

Maybe kill them off or worse.

And so they would take the mattress and the thin sheet and lay it over them all.

They slept all curled up in a tangle of arms and legs.

It made them feel grounded, solid in the knowledge that they weren't alone.

Feeling each others hearts beat in synch, knowing they were alive.

They weren't alone.

Vance could feel the phantom sensation of Billy's back on his side, said boy resting his head on Bruce.

Who was sandwiched between Robin and Griffin.

And Finney... Finney fell asleep in Vance's arms, just like he did now.

It had been so bizarre, near laughable, for someone as small and frightful as Finney to feel comfort in the arms of Vance Hopper.

Now?

Now it was like putting a bandaid on a wound.

Vance let his curls fall on Finney's face, letting him know he was here.

And if Finney's grip on Vance's shoulder tightened for a second before loosening.

Well that was between them.

He had questions, so many but he didn't care. For the first time since he'd left Denver, Vance felt at peace.

The rest of the rooms occupants looked at them, in shock yes because everything since Vance had entered had been one mind blown after the other.

But this, this they looked at with fondness and quietly went back to their meal.

It had been a long time since they'd seen Steve so relaxed.

Robin held up a slice of Pizza to Vance, who with a snort chomped it, eating it all up.

God he was starving.

He didn't want to let go of Finney though, anxiety pooled in his stomach.

He knew it was fine but the idea of letting him go felt like he'd dissappear again.

Robin didn't seem bothered, simply holding up another slice for Vance to munch on."

Man there almost as werid as Robin and Steve." Said Dustin.

Vance looked up, squinting at him "... Dustin... Wait YOUR Henderson?" He asked, putting 2 and 2 together.

Now he wasn't distracted by seeing his friend in person again, Vance realised he had heard the names of everyone in the room in Finney's letters and calls home.

"So your the legendary Dustin Henderson I've heard so much about." Dustin practically preened under the praise. "That I am, what's Steve say about me?"

"That your hella smart, your funny, you got wicked hair." Vance's smile morphed into a smirk as Dustin preened became more and more. "And your a complete and total butt head."

Eddie laughed so hard he fell off the sofa. "He's got you there, Henderson." Dustin huffed. "That he loves like a brother" finished Vance, Dustin blinked and than beamed.

Eddie looked at Vance "sooo, your Steve's mystery best friend?"

Vance snorted "Nah that's her" pointing to Robin who grinned. "He's my friend, he's everything to me" said Vance simply, smiling down at his friend as he snored softly.

He felt tears well up in his eyes.

"I've missed him."

Eddie softened "hey, he seems glad to see you too. Though I didn't expect an ol friend of Steve's to be soo... Nice.... Er... No offence."

Vance snorted "nah I'm a grade A asshole just you wait." Eddie grinned "ohhh? Oh do share."

Vance shook his head with a smirk "nope, you'll have to figure it yourself, Eddie."

Eddie grinned wider, rolling over with a hand on his heart. "Oh, the honour of Stevies friend knowing me, I could just faint. Oh be still my beating heart!" Vance couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

Eddie got up from the floor and bowed.

"I'll admit, wasn't expecting you to have a secret sister Cheif." He said looking at Hop who was having some water.

"There's a lot you don't know about me Munson... And no I'm not going to tell you." He said deadpanned at Eddie's hopeful look.

"Oh I'll figure it out one way or another, scouts honour." Hopper shook his head, turning from Eddie's ridiculous salute to look at Vance.

Finney, gripped his shoulder tightly because even in his sleep he knew when one of his friends needed him.

Vance let out a deep breath.

Hopper kept his distance and tried to look as non-threatening as possible. "How is your mum anyway?"

"She's fine... Well not fine but" Vance ran a hand through his hair. One the kids, Robin and Eddie recognised as the same thing Steve did when he was nervous.

Something he'd picked up from Vance.

It was worrying how carefree and happy Vance had been up until now where he looked skittish.

Robin shuffled up beside him till there knees were touching, and Vance felt a wave of gratitude for her.

Sure he'd met Robin prior but it was over the phone and here she was making sure he was okay.

"Erm... She.. I... She's gotten into gardening recently. Mrs Miller across the street has this big ol rose bush and Ma thinks it's the best thing since sliced bread. Got a bunch of plants and pots all around the house."

He was rambling and he knew it.

His relieve came from Argyle of all people who nodded sagely "gotta respect a lady who knows her plants." Vance nodded, feeling some of his anxiety ease.

He tried to brush off that he probably looked pathetic but no one was judging him.

"Sorry I don't know who you are..."

Argyle smiled, giving him a side hug without touching him "names Argyle."

Vance appreciated that, he didn't like to be touched by anyone who wasn't one the boys or his Ma.

His blood ran cold.

The boys... He'd forgotten to check in.

"I need a phone" He said. Hopper raised an eyebrow, Vance looked away from him. "I need the phone... Is there a phone I can use?"

It took all of his self restraint plus Finney not to yell it.

He needed a phone... Now.

"Hey" said Jonathan, "I'll show you it." Robin gently took the sleeping puddle known as Finney out of his arms and he clung to her like a koala.

Vance didn't want to let him go but he needed to check in.

He followed Jonathan to the phone and tried not to rapidly type the number in.

On the second ring it was answered.

"Billy!.. PB, you there?!"

Nothing.

He knew it! He was too late, he was too late he was to-

"Yeah?! Yeah! Yeah I'm here. Robin's in the bathroom. Griffin's sat here petting Rosie with me, Bruce is here."

"Hey!"

"Hi!"

Vance breathed a sigh of relief, slumping against the wall and digging his fingers through his hair.

"Fuck! I'm sorry...I forgot to get the phone number and to check in but we came to some house dinner thing."

Shame and embarrassment welled up inside him. Could've leave for one day without messing up.

"It's okay man, you were in a rush and we're okay. We're all okay. Are you okay?" Asked Bruce.

Vance nodded before remembering Bruce couldn't see him. He took a few deep breathes "yeah.. Yeah I'm okay."

A now, awake Finney yawned and walked over and took the phone from Vance and squeezed his shoulder.

"Hey Bruce."

Bruce said hi back before the phone was snatched from him.

A scuffle happened over the phone line before "Hey Finn" was heard, loud and clear. Finney's face lit up like a star in his beloved sky.

"Robin!"

The two of them began catching up like they hadnt spoken earlier.

Vance rested his head on Finney's shoulder, he could just picture them all at Billy's and sighed, relaxing at their familiar voices.

"Oi! Arellano stop hogging the fucking phone." He said though he knew it would fall on deaf ears.

Anything that wasn't Finney Blake didn't matter to him at the moment.

Vance left them too it though he added his snarky input here and there until a happy Finney handed him the phone.

"And Bobbins here" said Vance, letting Robin hear the boys hi and hellos which she returned back with vigor.

She definitely belonged in their werid hodge podge of a friend group.

"Oh wait, is my cousin there? He said he was staying in Hawkins." Asked Robin, saying something that wasn't shout Finney for the first time in a while.

"Your cousin?" Asked Vance he looked at Finney but he looked just as confused.

"May I? " Asked Argyle, taking the phone. "Robin my man, how are you!"

Vance and Finney both stood in confused silence, neither having any idea what was going on.

"I'm sorry does everyone have a secret family member we don't know about?!" Asked Eddie.

#The new Hopper #vance hopper #finney blake #Steve harrington #Steve harrington is Finney Blake #robin buckley #robin arellano #Eddie munson #argyle stranger things #dustin henderson #billy showalter #bruce yamada #griffin stagg #jim hopper #Stranger things #The black phone #Tbp

[final-girl96]

Chapter Twenty

After Stu had fucked me and didn't let me come then went back to the cabin I locked myself in one of the rooms. The lock on the door wasn't enough for me so I pulled the bedside table across the floor and pushed it against the door before I felt somewhat safe. I curled up on the bed and just stared at the wall. There had to be some way I could escape. I was going through all my options and coming up with plans but nothing seemed to be good enough.

I sat straight up after the best idea and the most obvious one popped into my head. "Play along. Play along with Stu's little game. Apologize for running off and for kicking Billy in the face even if you're not." I stood up and paced the room, mumbling to myself. "I just need to gain their trust. Stu won't be hard. All I gotta do is let me think he owns me or whatever he's into. Billy will be the hard one to convince." I nodded my head then walked into the attached bathroom.

After taking a nice hot shower I wrapped one of the fluffy white towels around my body and went back out to the bedroom. I pushed the bedside table away from the door, fixed my towel, unlocked the door and walked out into the main area. "Stu?" I walked out of the hall and stopped in the entryway to the living room. His body shot up off the couch and looked at me. "I need clothes."

A smile grew on his face and he nodded his head. "Yeah. Of course, baby. I'll go out and get the bags." He walked over to me and kissed my forehead before going outside to the car. Billy sat in the car and just stared at me with a death glare. "Look, Billy, I'm sorry for that," I said, pointing to his still bloody nose. It wasn't as bad as it was at least. "I'm scared, okay? I don't understand what the fuck is going on. I won't run again but you guys need to explain to me exactly why you did what you did. I don't want to be here but I know I have no choice."

"You're lucky I don't fucking kill you!" He got up and walked over to me. I pressed my back against the wall, clutching my towel to my body. "You're lucky that Stu talked me out of gutting you. Maybe I should take something else though. Maybe convince Stu to let me have a go at you." I tried shrinking away from him but he had me pinned between him and the wall.

"Hey! Back the fuck off, man!" I let out a breath when Stu walked back inside. Billy backed away and walked past him and outside, slamming the door. "Don't worry about him. He won't touch you." Stu said, pushing my hair behind my ear. "Let's go to our bedroom. I think you deserve that orgasm now." I let him pick me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist and walked us to the bedroom.

Stu

As soon as I got her in the room I shut and locked the door, threw her on the bed and ripped the towel off of her. "I'm going to have you how I want you. That includes fucking that ass of yours. Don't worry I'll be gentle and make you feel so good, baby." I needed to have her I'm every way possible. Show her who she belongs to.

I spread her legs and immediately started to lick her pussy. I didn't want to wait and take my time. I just wanted her. My tongue licked a long strip from her entrance up to her clit. I sucked her clit into my mouth and started sucking and flicking my tongue. The sound that came from her made my cock impossible harder. She tasted so fucking good. And as much as I wanted to take my time, the need to stretch her open was greater.

I pulled away and flipped her over, pulling her hips up. I spread her apart and rubbed my thumb over the puckered hole. She was going to be so tight. I gathered spit into my mouth before spitting onto her hole and slipping my thumb inside of her. She jolted forward a little but I pulled her back and pumped inside her a couple times before switching to my index finger. "It's okay, baby. I'll be gentle. But I need to stretch you out a little first."

I added another finger stretching her tight hole. I pumped and scissored a few more times before pulling away and gripping my cock. "Okay, baby. Deep breath." I pressed the tip of my cock to her asshole and started pressing in. She cried out in pain so I pulled away and got off the bed looking through my bag for the lube. "This will be better I promise."

I opened the bottle and squeezed some out onto my hand, pumping my cock and getting it nice and lubed up before doing the same to her tight little hole. I don't want to hurt her. I started pressing into her again. Going slow and only pushing an inch in at a time. "That's it. Take my cock like a good girl." Once I was finally seated completely inside of her I stayed still so she could adjust. And when she was ready I started fucking her.

“Fuck, your little asshole is so tight around my cock,” I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips as I drive forward. I’m fucking possessed when it comes to this woman. She's mine and only mine. I would make her see that sooner or later. Preferably sooner rather than later.

“Are you going to come for me?” I lean forward, pressing my chest against her back, molding us together. I nip at her earlobe and grab a fistful of her hair before moving us into a sitting position.

At this angle, my cock presses deeper inside her ass, and I snake a hand between her legs. And start to rub at her clit. Her entire body was starting to tremble as I slowly thrust upward and into her ass. I find her entrance and sink two fingers deep inside, fingering her deep and hard while I continue to fuck her tight ass.

She feels so fucking good. I want nothing more than to pump her full of my come. I want to see her walking around with a swollen belly. I want everyone to know who she belongs to. One last hard thrust up into her ass I pull out and slam into her tight little pussy. She feels like fucking heaven wrapped around me. I always knew she would feel fucking amazing. I slam her down on my cock hard and fast. My hips are thrusting up into her as I slam her down again. My fingers work her clit making her jerk.

My balls draw up, and my entire body tightens. I’m fucking close but I refuse to come until she does. I want to fill her up full until she's dripping with my cum. I whisper into the shell of her ear, “Come, YN, be a good little slut and cream on my cock, so I can fill your cunt with my cum.”

“Stu!” She screams, her entire body going rigid in my grasp, her pussy clamping down on my cock. I pull my fingers away from her clit and lean back, lifting her by the hips, and pulling her off of me but only to turn her around so she's on her back. I slid back into her soaking cunt, it gladly sucked me back in. And I start up at a fast and harsh pace.

I watch as her tight cunt takes my cock. She screamed my name again, her pussy clapping down on my cock and coming undone again, squirting all over my stomach and sheets. I feel my ball draw up and with one finally thrust a roar that the entire fucking town can most likely hear, I explode. Shoving myself as deep as possible inside of her. I wait until my cock stops pulsing, and I’ve drained every ounce of my release inside of her before I gently ease out of her sensitive and overstimulated pussy.

"I know, baby. I know," I shushed her. She had whined when I pulled out. Her face was stained with tears. That's how I like seeing her. That means I did a good job of reminding her that she was mine. That her pussy was mine. That her whole being is mine. I'll kill anyone that thinks about laying a hand on her and that includes Billy. He knows that too. He knows not to touch her in any kind of way.

"You've soaked the sheets, baby. What a dirty girl." She jumped when I rubbed my fingers over her soaked and destroyed pussy.

#stu macher smut #stu x reader #stu x you #stu macher imagine #stu macher x reader #stu macher fanfiction #stu macher #scream imagine #scream fanfiction #scream #scream x you #scream x reader #ghostface smut #ghostface fanfiction #ghostface imagine #ghostface x reader #ghostface #billy loomis #sidney prescott #tatum riley #dewey riley #gale weathers #randy meeks #casey becker #steven orth #horror fanfiction #slasher fanfiction

[belovedtylerr]

Handshake

Summary: Stu thinks of a dumb way to celebrate their 'victory' of them 'getting away' with murder

Warning: mentions of murder🤷‍♀️

After th murders going around with Casey and Steve, Stu and Billy were trying not to mention anything that could make them suspicious (yk damn well Stu fucked it up but ok🥳) and so that night Stu and Billy decided to plan their next big kill.

Billy rode his bike to Stu's house, and parked it on the side before climbing through his bedroom window. Though Stu's parents weren't home, he still went through the window because it's 'quicker.' The window was left open as he climbed in, noticing Stu sitting on his bed in a daze. "Oh, hey Billy!" Stu said with a dumb grin on his face as always. Billy gave a small smile before sitting beside him. "So, about that party. Stu we need to plan this out and how we're gonna kill everyone. We can't just wing it." Stu nodded in agreement. "You still haven't, you know." Billy frowned. "She'll do it, I know she will."

Billy had talked for hours about planning and how to kill Tatum, and Randy, and especially Sidney. He talked about how hes going to introduce her to her own father who was trapped in Stu's house by now. Stu was paying attention but also zoning out at the same time. He always had dumb questions to ask or talk about, and of course he thought this would be the appropriate time to share.

"Hey Billy." Stu interrupted as Billy just looked at him, shutting his mouth. "How about we... Make our own handshake?" Billy stared at him. He seriously thought he was way more stupid than he thought. "Seriously, Stu? What are we, kindergarteners?" Stu just grinned. "Come on man, it'll be totally cool! I mean, think about it it'll be like our way of praise when we kill people." Billy was losing braincells by the second." You know what, if it'll shut you up for now then fine." Stu clapped his hands like a child, the dumb look still being present.

"Alright!! How should we do it??" Billy thought for a moment. He wasn't quite sure, he's never really done a handshake, much less think of doing one. They talked for a bit and tried to think of ideas before Stu coming up with one. They would move their hand from side to side, hitting their hands together, then a fist bump with one of them doing an explosion motion, then finger guns. Was it the best? Obviously not. But was it silly and dumb? Yes. And in Billys eyes thats all that mattered, besides it making Stu shut up for once.

It took the two of them a couple tries, it took longer than Stu expected. Mostly because of Billy being confused and having terrible timing. Stu thought it was easy but Billy was clearly struggling which caused him to giggle. Eventually, he got it.

The next day when the party happened, Billy had successfully killed Tatum. When he walked by Stu, they gave each other the new code, the handshake.

#stuilly #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher

[consoledacup]

I love your takes so I’m just gonna ask this bc you did a breakdown of Layla’s insecurities. Do you think you can highlight Jordan’s insecurities as well,from maybe his past relationships or his relationship with his dad and how it could affect how he views certain things now in comparison to before

Hey, Anon!

Thank you for your kind words. And also, I'm thrilled you asked about Jordan. Layla has gone through so much, and everyone's super happy she has someone as perfect for her as Jordan. But Jordan is just as deserving as love, and Layla's perfect for him, too. They're pretty balanced that way.

Jordan has always wanted to matter to someone. To feel needed and wanted.

He clearly has an Oedipus complex. And I'm not just talking about all the Laura look-alikes he has one night stands with. Honestly, he punches so many people because he can't punch his dad. Like, his relationship with Billy is so heartbreaking. And I'm not sure if he'll ever get what he needs from his father.

He's Jordan Baker, QB1, and his dad is this legend. And it must have dawned on him at some point, that his dad has never seen him as someone to carry on the legacy. When all he's done for years is push himself to make that happen, wearing that number 1 on his jersey with an obscene amount of bravado.

I bet you anything that Jordan wasn't even his dad's guy before Spencer got there. I'm sure it was Asher. He told Spencer he was never his dad's guy. So Asher is the star player and dating the most popular girl in school, and he's supposed to be doing those things, right? And then Spencer moves INTO HIS HOME, becomes the star player, and gets to date that same most popular girl in school. Like, hello?

Not only has he always wanted to feel needed and wanted, but he's also felt like such a screw-up and completely undependable. That was probably amplified the most when he found Olivia in the state she was before the pilot.

So he leans into that, right? He desperately tries to base his self-worth on being handsome and charming and popular. He was never gonna be the perfect son or captain or student or brother or boyfriend, so whatever. And then after his parents' separation, he leans into the charming and the handsome even more.

Until Simone.

Because this fiercely independent girl needs him. She was so desperate in her situation, that she lied about the father of her baby and demanded he be in her life and handle his responsibilities. It causes him to step up in a huge way. Of course he's gonna fall in love with her even after he finds out the truth. She saw him as someone who would step up and help. For the first time, here's someone who says, "He can take care of me. He can help me with this."

Then when Billy and Spencer leave Beverly for Crenshaw, he holds on tighter to Simone and the baby and thinks that maybe he has a new family. Because it kills him that Simone's having a kid with someone else, and he'll never share that connection. So maybe if they got married, she'd need him still. But it doesn't work. Aside from the fact that they're super young, they're both clinging to the idea that their marriage will fix all other aspects of their lives.

So they annul the marriage. And then Layla shows up at his door. And again, he wasn't there. This fiercely independent person, who was sort of an extension of his sister for years, shows up. And he wonders where the hell he's been and what the hell he's been doing. And why he wasn't paying more attention to her all along.

It doesn't take much for her to open up to him about her experience. He slowly catches onto the fact that she needs him. And he falls naturally into this role with her. Because he begins to realize how much he needs her, too. In his beautiful words to her in 4x20, he wants nothing more than for them to be "laughing, connecting, pushing each other to find the very best part of [them]selves."

And it's different from his relationship with Simone. Simone needed him to save her from her situation. And he needed her to save him from everything else going on his life. And by the way, he punched Damon, and Simone came for Layla because both of those individuals represent their own failure in the failed relationship. Both Jordan and Simone had to confront the "victors" of the quadrangle. It sucks, and it's not fair. But that's what happened.

After the fallout from Simone, and facing his feelings for Layla head on (by reverting to old patterns), he realizes that he finally found that feeling of truly mattering to someone. And it was with Layla of all people. So he's not gonna let her go without a fight. Not until she signals to him that he's not what she wants.

Or who she needs.

#jordayla #Jordan Baker #all american

[doverstar]

Do you think we'll have Eddie next season? Personally, I think he will be in season 5, BUT not like everyone is expecting. They gave Dustin a trauma, so they have to work on it. Maybe Eddie will be a Billy 2.0, which means we'll have a lot of flashbacks OR maybe Vecna ​​will play with Dustin's mind, idk.

Hiiii! Thank you for caring about my opinion; I do enjoy talking about Stuff.

Okay, SO. Based on several interviews, written and recorded, with several people in the cast/crew of the show, plus the writers' actions in the past, plus everything the Duffers have said lately:

To my extreme regret and misery, my opinion is that they totally will not be bringing Eddie back. Not officially.

The Duffers have said that Eddie was always gonna die. That there was no scenario in which the people of Hawkins would not be out for his blood once Chrissy had died in his trailer. That the only logical outcome for the character was always that he'd die. Like. They wrote him to kill him off. And I get the vibe that Eddie wasn't written as that lovable a character until Mr. Quinn interpreted him a certain way.

I think that if he makes a reappearance at all, yeah, I agree with you that they'd probably do it in a Dustin-trauma-Billy-2.0 thing.

I don't think for one second that they're bringing Eddie back. If they did, it would be pure fanservice at this point, because they never intended for him to survive. Crew members have publicly said they understand that we love him and they hear us, and they loved him too. Someone made a freaking corn field design of Eddie's face. Metallica gave the actor a replica of Eddie's guitar. METALLICA. It's not like the show crew/creators are unaware of the love.

So to me, I think if they brought him back in S5, it would be just because they want to capitalize on the love we have for Eddie. And when stories pander to fans instead of just doing what the writers originally intended, or what the writers would have done without the fan influence, stories usually suffer. Cuz when all's said and done, successful show writers are successful for a reason. If they change their plans for fans, the story's direction could change, or they'd add/take away to it and it might not flow as smoothly. If they brought Eddie back, we'd all be happy for that first viewing, but later on I think it might prove itself to be bad story-wise. Like, what, Eddie's randomly there? Eleven suddenly revives him after he's been decomposing in the Upside Down? We still don't understand how she was literally able to jumpstart Max's body after she clinically died. Dusting 001 into an alternate dimension out of nowhereis pretty insane for a super-powered kid to do, though, so hey, maybe she can fully resurrect the dead. Regardless of the dead's loss of blood, ruptured vital organs, many holes in his actual flesh from where demonic bats ate him alive. We've suspended our disbelief far enough in the past; what's a little more? (I'm only being 30% facetious; I am all for El bringing Eddie back to life.)

I think the story would suffer especially if he's a vampire, which I 100% believe will not happen. It's such a cool headcanon for him to mirror the story of Kas in D&D lore, in a way, but. It doesn't. Work? For the show's lore/established expectations? I can elaborate later if you want! But I love all the fan creativity surrounding the Kas Theory; the idea of Eddie as a vampire? hamana hamana hamana-

Basically, they'd have to jump through a lot of hoops to make it make sense. It's not fair he died, but they could give us closure in other ways. (I don't want the other ways. I throw them across the room like a toddler with mashed peas. I spit in the Duffers' general direction.) I think they'll prove to the town that Eddie was innocent all along. The best way (in my humble, unpublished, un-famous-show-writer opinion) for them to do that would be to let all of Hawkins see that they've been dealing with a very-real alternate dimension for years now, and that that's what was killing people, and that Eddie actually died helping to try and stop this dimension and its creatures from hurting the town.

They could do a lot of things to fix Eddie's story, though. My leading, super-vague theory would be that the Upside Down is clearly wonky time-wise. Time froze there the day Will disappeared, right? So - ehh, this implies time can be manipulated in that dimension (I think). I'm no sci-fi expert or anything, I have no idea what I'm talking about- 

And if time can be manipulated, maybe Vecna's manipulating it? Which means that El, who has the same abilities as Vecna, can also manipulate it. So my biggest theory right now is that she turns back time in the Upside Down, so that whoever died in the UD is rewound so that they're not dead (Barb, Eddie, etc.). In fact, one idea I've thought they might do for the show's finale is that El uses her powers to completely reverse everything that happened in the Upside Down since the moment 001 became Vecna. And maybe no one remembers its influence on Hawkins (or maybe only the Party does, and the victims). That's the only way I can see them bringing Eddie back, if it's not flashbacks or Vecna visions.

Thanks for the ask!

#eddie #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things #stranger things #st #st4 #stranger things 4 #opinion post #hellfire club #eddie the freak munson #asked #answered #ask doverstar #stupendousfuryangel

[gonna-need-you-to-not]

Supernatural Season 12 rewatch thoughts...

Okay so we all know that my main problem is that I just can't get past everyone's terrible English accent but we'll put that aside for now

I enjoyed Rick Springfield, though I know many didn't

They shouldn't have put in that weird dub of Cas saying hey assbut again though

Sorry to be a bitch but The One You've Been Waiting For was ruined by Gil Darnell. I've never seen him in anything else so he might be good elsewhere but he really wasn't in this. The ep was far-fetched just like all the Thule stuff but they could've got away with it if he'd delivered a different performance imho

Alicia Witt killed it in Lily Sunder, so did Ian Tracey

I liked the secret service terrorism investigation guys

I don't buy Billie being so immediately happy about taking Mary. She made it clear she wanted Dean or Sam, I feel like she could've at least thought about it for a second or two before agreeing

Regarding Dean is such a good ep, and JA was just wonderful in it, but why did we need Dean fooling around with a woman who looked 22 max

Something about Stuck in the Middle falls flat with me and I don't know what it is, though I do appreciate Speight's commitment to going off-piste, and all his shenanigans in the editing suite

Why did David Hadyn Jones have so much foundation on

Absolutely thrilled to see Eileen again and I love how happy she made my best friend Sam

I know I wasn't going to mention it, but just real quick - NO ONE IN ENGLAND TALKS LIKE THAT I PROMISE YOU EVEN THE REALLY POSH ONES okay thanks

This whole BMOL murdery boarding school thing wound me up like wtf and also having Hess say things like 'mangy colonials' honestly why do you hate English people when Mark Sheppard has been so good to you

Nothing against the guy but I just don't like DHJ as Ketch and I really did try. They set the character up to be so scary and cold and then they let this man caricature-James-Bond his way through the season and it's frustrating

Speaking of caricatures, we really really really don't need to put a cup of tea in the hand of every English character. Please fuck off with that (picks up tea)

The sheriff with his taxidermy squirrel did NOT get enough love, what an icon

The waitress Dean slept with looks like Alona Tal and I'd like to know if that was intentional, and also please look at this for some top drawer analysis on that whole mess

I know the Destiel community love the whole mixtape thing but to this day I have no idea what the point of that moment was. Cas could've gone into Dean's room to talk, or just waited til he wasn't in there to look for the Colt, I just don't get why the zep cassette

Cas really was a hot mess in this season, he was all over the shop

Explain to me again how Ketch is able to control a Hell Hound??????

The back and forth between Lucifer and Crowley got a bit tiresome but I think both Marks did the best they could with slightly worn material

Still livid that they killed Eileen

The writers really did JP dirty by giving him a half-baked Braveheart speech and then having JA steal the frickin episode with his "I hate you and I love you" emotional monologue to Mary

I do enjoy the way Mark Pellegrino says Castiel (Cast-chell). Lucifer will pronounce your name however he likes

In conclusion I watched this season again to check if I'd misjudged it the first time round, but turns out I do in fact mostly hate it

#supernatural #jensen ackles #dean winchester #misha collins #spn #castiel #jared padalecki #sam winchester #supernatural season 12

[luxshine]

Stranger Things Season 3 episode 3

Max is being a great friend for Eleven, but I wonder if anyone has told drunk Hooper where El is.

Will needs a better group of friends.

Mike also needs to remember that his girlfriend CAN and will check on him telepathically.

AND OMG, Hooper is SO happy that Mike is not there, that El has girl who is a friend, and ok, he's drinking too much, but he is right to be happy (although I am sure that in the 2000's? Girls would also been forbidden to close the door)

Spying on people is a BAD idea. But spying on Billy? Right now? Oh, worst AND BEST idea of all times since we need to get this plot moving and I am not sure they will listen to Dustin about the russian spies.

Will knows how to get what he wants. Good for him. He still needs better taste in men and friends.

Yes, Hooper actor was getting ready for Red Guardian, wasn't he? And the writers really hate his character because last season Hooper would have completely listened to Joyce about the magnets instead of staying angry for being jealous.

I see that all heterosexual men in the series have gone idiotic. Like, the only smart ones left are Steve and Will. Dustin is also smart, and he has a girlfriend, but given that all the others lost their mind, I am going to assume he's bi like his brother Steve.

Billy's room is surprisingly clean for a metal head of the 80's.

El knows. Oh, El knows something is seriously wrong with Bill. Time for Max to know her brother is a serial killer.

Seriously, I hate Nancy but I wouldn't blame her for going postal at the newspaper.

Ok. Dustin is straight. His gaydar is completely broken because he can't see that Robin and Steve? Totally siblings, not boyfriend-girlfriend. But also, he's very, very interested in keeping Steve happy. I love him.

Will is suffering a lot, and he really needs better friends. And wow, Mike. That is so jerky. "Not my fault you don't like girls". UGH. Mike, drop dead. In a ditch.

El is going to have to tell Max her brother is a serial killer.

Hooper is a jerk and I am so sorry that Joyce is still suffering for Bob's death.

Steve and Dustin need to learn a bit about spying because that guy looks more like an idiot gym rat than a russian guy and I was completely right. Also, Steve, his eyes are up there.

And of course, Robin is SO cool that she is the one who finds the Russians and breaks the code. I really like her more than Nancy already.

Nancy, just saying, you can add arsenic to the coffee and no one will miss those jerks. I mean, no one would even report the murders because it would not be a story and no reporter would be left to report them!

Oh hey! There's the Hooper I love! Speaking about feelings, understanding how people feel, being empathic and understanding! Ok, he still haven't got the memo that he should listen to Joyce's intuition, but at LEAST he is being the Hooper I love.

Will got one more thing that Eleven hasn't got: an apology! Well, he would have gotten it if the others had remembered where he goes when he feels lonely and sad. WIll, get a boyfriend, and then you can go back to those days of happiness. Also, start wearing pants. One of the problems is that you look very, very weird in those shorts. Steve can rock them, you can't.

Mrs. Driscoll got eaten by the Blob, didn't she?

Oh, worse. She got infected. And Jonathan forgot his camera. Jimmy Olsen, he's not.

Oh Steve... you know you are going to have to be super babysitter again, don't you? I mean, this time it took Dustin only three episodes to get himself in real deep shit. He's getting better at that! Which is not good for Steve's blood pressure but it's great for plot!

So Billy IS the Mind Flayer. That means that Billy is dead. Good. Now can we kill the Mind Flayer?

#Stranger Things #Stranger Things 3 #Dustin Henderson #Steve Harrington #Robin #Eleven #Sheriff Hooper #Joyce Bryce #The others

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 2

Hello Dear Reader. I have done my best to keep the reader's/oc's appearance as neutral as possible, but it's getting to the point where I'm no longer enjoying writing someone as a vaguely woman shaped blob. From now on there will be some description, as much as I want to include everyone it can be hard for me to write when all I'm worried about is making sure I never describe anything in too much detail. I'm sorry if what you read no longer relates to you.

Part 1

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, Clay is a dick, implied child abuse, migraines. On this blog we hate cops and the courts, living in an unrealistic home.

2.3K words

Comment if you want to be tagged in this series.

Love at first sight?

Two months before the prospect vote.

"Can your Sister speak Mandarin?" Sam didn't want to tell Clay that he had asked a stupid question.

"Remember Little Brother, the only stupid questions are the ones that don't result in learning."

"Of course she does, why do you ask?" Clay was struggling with Sam a bit, he wasn't used to being met with such indifference from a member, prospecting or not.

"The Chinese have asked us to do some things but we don't think they're being all that honest. We need some text messages to look at, just to make sure." he was getting a bit sick of Clay using you like the Club's personal google translate.

"I'll call her now" Sam went outside to find a burner and didn't bother sitting down before calling you.

"Hello Sammy", you only really called him that over the phone when you missed him.

"Hey Cricket, the Club needs your help with something." And he only really used your nickname over the phone when he missed you.

"I'll do my best."

Tig leaned in to whisper in Clay's ear.

"I wonder if she's always so helpful" the way he said it was very 'wink wink nudge nudge'.

"Just some texts in Mandarin, can you still video call?" Sam could hear explosions in the background, he had no reason to worry about them right now, they didn't sound close.

"No, but I can give Mr Ortiz my Anvil email, it's used to pass covert intelligence so it's secure."

Jax tilted his head, Sam played everything very close to his chest when it came to you but he was starting to think you weren't just a doctor.

Sam went to respond but there was a huge bang on your end. He could hear someone moving around, everyone at the table was sitting in stunned silence.

"Is anyone hit?" Sam released the breath he had been holding. They could hear shouts in a different language and then your voice again.

"If you go now, you can cut them off. Don't let them get off the site alive."

Sam heard you pick up the phone.

"Are you ok?" The worry was there now, he could hear you moving around so it couldn't be that bad, but still.

"I'm fine, some cuts and bruises, maybe a broken rib or two. But I'm fine, I really need to go now, there are injured people who need my help. Please tell Juice to send the texts through, I'll try to get them translated by the end of the week"

Sam hung up the phone and sat back down, Jax was deep in thought.

There was no way you were just a doctor.

William Russo was easy to spot, he drove his Wraith onto the T-M lot and got out with the grace of a dancer. He was tall and thin with sharp well groomed features, it very obvious that his confidence was not misplaced.

Sam walked over to him and they embraced, and Juice leaned over towards Jax to let him know what was going on.

"That's y/n's friend, he runs one of the best private military contracting companies in the US." Jax regarded the man, he had no idea what to think of him and he knew that was on purpose.

Sam and Billy wandered over to the garage to make introductions.

"Everyone, this is Billy Russo, y/n says that he's her dearest friend so that should tell you all you need to know." Billy's face broke out into a supermodel smile.

"I was coming here to make sure the security system in your new home is working, but my car is crapping out on me so I figure I can kill two birds with one stone." Chibs got up and got the keys off Billy.

"We'll get on that, depending on how bad it is we should have it back to you tomorrow."

Billy gave a curt nod then turned back to the room.

"Anyway, it was nice meeting you all but y/n won't be impressed if her and her Brother's home is broken into just after being fixed."

What?

Billy left with much fanfare, but not before promising to pay them well for their work.

"Your Sister is moving here?" Tig looked like he was going to jump up and down.

"Don't get your hopes up, unless I get patched, you won't see much of her."

"Why?" Clay had that tone in his voice again.

"Because she doesn't want to judge any of you unfairly. She said to me that she doesn't appreciate how 1% clubs treat prospective members and doesn't want that to colour her view of any of you. She wants to you the chance to give the best first impression."

Clay huffed but Jax cut in, he seemed genuinely curious.

"Doesn't she think we can be nice to you?" Sam shook his head.

"It's not that, she puts honesty above most things and she knows you would treat me differently when she around and she thinks that's disingenuous, her words not mine."

It made sense, they had the feeling that you weren't exactly happy with how they lived their lives but you still going out of your way to give them the best chance.

"How do we help her make the right decision?" Jax heard the most about you simply because he was Sam's sponsor.

"Be genuine, treat her as if she was anyone else. If you lie or try to bullshit, she will know and she will never trust you." Clay rolled his eyes, you were going to hate him.

"Well I can't wait. I just hope she easier to look at than you." Sam looked over at Jax but didn't say anything, his look said it all.

Back off Teller.

****

One month before the prospect vote

"Your lunch looks fancy today." It's wasn't really fancy, it was just packed nicely.

"My Sister's in town setting up her new job, she always cooks for me." The air changed a bit , there was of an elephant in the room.

"She's taken a public museum job working in the historical identification department. I mean, she could work anywhere but she chose to come and live here with me so I'm not going to complain about her talents being wasted."

He was worried how the guys would react, some people responded badly when they found out how close you two were.

Juice spoke first

"You guys are really close, aren't you?" Not bad so far.

"Yeah, she raised me. Of course we're close" He hoped they wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Where were your parents?" Tig wasn't very good with boundaries, you wouldn't like that either.

"Busy, I've said it a hundred times but y/n is one of those people who came out of the womb an adult." he hated it, you sacrificed everything so he could have a childhood but he wasn't going to tell them that, at least not yet.

Clay, Jax and Happy had just come back from a meeting with the Niners and had joined the conversation.

"No offence Sam, but she sounds like a cold fish" Sam was going to respond before Happy spoke up.

"No she's not" he added no context.

Clay dropped it but the guys were passing looks back and forth. You had asked Happy not to tell anyone about what you did for his Mother and you wouldn't admit that you paid the bill no matter how much he pressed you.

"You know her Hap?" Clay sounded like he was trying to recover ground, as much as Happy wanted to obey your request, he also didn't want let him speak badly about you.

"No, she just did some stuff for Mum. I can't say anything bad about her and she was never cold to me."

Clay was stunned.

"Well shit, she must be special, I never heard Happy say a full sentence before." Sam was grateful to Chibs for breaking up the tension.

Sam spoke one last time.

"Yeah, she is."

****

The day of the prospect vote

You were still debating going into T-M when you got the call for district attorney, he pretty much told you to stop what you were doing and come in to see him.

By the time you were done, you didn't have time to see Sam, and you didn't think you had the energy to make introductions. Plus, that asshole's stinking perfume had given you a migraine so you wanted nothing more than to go home and lock yourself in a dark room.

He was very clear with what he wanted, if you wanted your new department funded, you would clear cold cases for him. You try to explain that you took this job because you didn't want to deal with decedent's family members but he gave you no room to move.

You had managed to talk him down from doing only criminal cases to only working with decedents who were part of a protected class, if you were being forced to work with the cops, would at least try to get justice for the people no one cared about. He only accepted when you told him how good it would look for his career.

****

It was unanimous, no one even had a hesitation. Sam was handed his patch with great excitement and the party started.

"Big Sis isn't coming?" Sam knew the question was coming but it was not his place to give your reasons. He wanted to be at home to take care of you but you had insisted in that mildly ashamed voice that you were ok and being in pain was nothing new. You had told him to enjoy his night and that you would fuss over his achievement tomorrow.

"Nah, she had a thing with some city officials so she's pretty had it." It wasn't really a lie. Sam thought long and hard about what he was going to say next.

"You can meet her tomorrow if you like. I need to move all my stuff and I could use some help. Y/n is pretty much done with her stuff but I'm sure she'd appreciate some help will all her books." Jax gave Sam a huge smile.

"Hell, let's invite everyone. Gemma can come along and we can cook you guys some dinner. Meeting her on her home turf will make you look very civilised." He didn't say that they would be helping with the dinner, but he thought it was best to leave off your political views until they knew you better.

"Great" Jax was excited to say the least, he had heard so much about you and he bearly knew what you looked like. All he had to go off was that you were short and had very curly hair, Sam showed him a photo but it was taken from far away and he couldn't see much.

The party was really going now, members from other charters had come and friends and family of the SAMCROW guys. Sam was sitting with one of the Club girls, he really didn't like how some of Sons treated the women and hated the term 'Crow Eater.'

It mattered a little less now that he had his patch, he could call out a member for his behaviour without having to worry about getting yelled at. He wasn't worried about how you'd handle it, he was more concerned about what you'd do to the first guy who put a toe out of line. His money was on Tig.

By the end of the night, everyone had been invited over to help you and Sam move in. Against his better judgment, he pulled Tig aside to talk to him, he had no idea how this would go but he wanted to make sure Tig knew his limits with you.

"I'm telling you this because I care about you Tiggy, and I want you to get along with y/n. She can be a very hard person to get to know, and she doesn't appreciate people don't respect the boundaries of others. So for the first little while, maybe take everything she says at face value, if she asks you not to do something, don't ask her why.

Tig looked like he was going to ask why before he stopped himself.

"Understood Brother."

****

Jax had decided to be punctual, so he turned up at your house at five minutes to eight . It was mostly in hopes of having a few moments alone with you but he was out of luck, half the guys met him on the way in.

The property was huge, there were trees everywhere and he could see garden beds behind the house. The house itself was massive, three stories and styled like an old farmhouse. Sam came about everything clean after Clay asked if you were some 1% socialite.

You had bought the house in total disrepair and had gone out of your way to hire people who needed the job, rather than building using more of the land for house space, you built up and split the house down the middle so you and Sam could have your own spaces.

He didn't want to moralise to them, but he didn't want them to think you were stuck up. He explained that the whole house was green, that you even had the property listed as a micro nature reserve, and that part of the design of the house was so you could be self-reliant.

The front door was open when he pulled into the driveway but he couldn't see you, he was about to get off and come in when you walked out.

He felt as if his breath had been stolen from his chest, then suddenly, he couldn't hear the birds singing or the roar of other bikes. His whole world shrunk down to just you, standing on your front lawn.

At that moment, Jax could swear there was a god.

I'm so so about this chapter, I think the next one will be a lot more exciting.

Part 3

#Jax teller #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #jax teller #jax teller x oc #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x you #jax teller imagine #jax teller fluff #sons of anarhcy fanficton

[rax-writes]

Inevitable 》 Part One

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Embry Call x Reader x Paul Lahote

Warnings: None

Notes: Honestly this is mostly a self-service fic; I had this idea pop into my head and knew it wouldn’t let me rest until it’s written. Also, I’ve seen a couple of Embry x Reader x Paul fics, but there’s never any explanation as to why two wolves imprinted on one person, and I’ve heard a few theories about imprinting before, so I made up my own explanation here & expanded upon the concept in my own way. I hope y’all enjoy it. ♥

It genuinely felt like you hadn't known a single day of peace since finding out that several of your friends were werewolves, and that your half-sister's ex and his whole family were vampires. You had barely had time to adjust to the news regarding the existence of, not one, but two mythological creatures before Quil's dumbass let it slip that Embry had imprinted on you, and the pack was forced to explain what that entails. You had been a little hesitant about dating a friend – a werewolf friend who was permanently head over heels in love with you, no less – but you'd always gotten along with Embry, so you gave it a shot. And once again, you felt like you had barely adjusted to dating Embry before he invited you to a bonfire to meet the rest of the pack – which quickly turned into a brawl between Embry and Paul, because apparently the latter had somehow imprinted on you as well.

By the time the rest of the pack managed to separate the two, a large section of the forest had been demolished in Embry’s rage – which was highly uncharacteristic for him, but hey, someone had imprinted on his imprint and he was pissed – and Paul's responsive rage – because hey, it's not like he chose to imprint on you... plus Embry had decked him, so he'd simply seen red after that.

Sam was eventually able to sit them down, you as well, and explained his theory of why wolves imprint on certain people. He believes it's a matter of genetics; of the universe, the Creator, what have you – trying to ensure that the wolves procreate with someone that will pass the best possible genetics onto their children. Billy Black had the idea to trace back your genetic line to see if that gave them any information on why two wolves had imprinted on you, as he knew your mother had been a Quileute woman Charlie Swan had hooked up with as a rebound right after Renee left, but then your mom left shortly after your birth too. Eventually, they realized you were a descendant of a Quileute woman known as The Mother, who had helped save the pack from extinction when their numbers were dwindling and two pack members imprinted on her and reproduced with her. She had been extremely fertile, and every one of her pregnancies had resulted in twins. Later, when those babies were adults, vampires arrived and sought to drink the tribe dry, but The Mother's children protected the tribe and killed every vampire without a drop of blood ever being spilled. Although the pack wasn't currently lacking in numbers, Sam believed that "the powers that be" recognized the ever-growing presence of vampires in the area, and saw fit to utilize your genes, in accompaniment with Embry's and Paul's, to boost the pack's numbers and ensure the safety of the tribe.

Thankfully, knowing a reason as to why this happened calmed both Embry and Paul down, and they apologized to one another. But you just sat there, shocked and confused, and Sam was the first to notice.

"How do you feel about all of this? You look a little apprehensive."

"I don't want this," you said bluntly, and from the corner of your eye, you saw Paul's shoulders slump in disappointment, so you turned to him. "Listen, no offense to you, but consider things from my perspective: I just started dating Embry a month ago, and I literally met you twenty minutes ago. Now I'm being told that I'm destined to be with both you and Embry, and have a hoard of kids with you both. Don't get me wrong, I want kids – but just with one person. My whole life, I've wanted to get married, have kids with, grow old with one person. I… I don't want this."

A very tense silence fell, and Paul looked even more dejected than before you'd started talking. Part of you felt bad, but you knew you had to be honest.

Sam was the first to break the silence.

"Embry, Quil, and Jacob explained imprinting to you, right?" You and Embry both nodded. "Look, the genetics thing is just my theory. Imprinting isn't only about romantic and sexual love. It can just be platonic – a friendship. At the end of the day, all the wolf who imprints wants is to be near the imprintee, even if that's as a friend. Sure, we always hope it'll be romantic, but if the imprintee just wants us as a friend, then that meets our need to be near her and we're content with that. So, would you consider being friends with Paul?"

You hesitated for a few moments before noting, "That depends on whether or not Embry is okay with it. I wouldn't want him hanging out with some girl that had a crush on him, so I’m not sure he’d be comfortable with it."

Paul looked at Embry with pure hopefulness in his eyes, and Embry exhaled slowly before assuring you, "If it were anyone else, you'd be right – I wouldn't really want you hanging out with him. But I trust everyone in my pack with my life, Paul included, so I trust him with you. So, I don’t mind you guys being friends." Paul looked like actual weight had been lifted off his shoulders, visibly relieved. Embry noticed, and added, "Besides, I can't imagine not getting to be around you, even if you only wanted me as a friend. So I know he feels the same way."

Paul nodded again, still abnormally silent. Truthfully, he was scared to say anything to potentially sway you further from him, so he had decided to just keep his trap shut.

You turned to him and said, "Alright then. We can be friends. But if you try to make a move on me, I'll break your nose." Embry immediately interjected with a concerned "Well –" but you cut him off by waving your hand and clarifying, "Okay, I'll have Embry break your nose, so I don't break my hand. Got it?"

"Got it," Paul confirmed, smiling slightly. "I swear that I'll be your friend and only your friend, unless you tell me differently at some point."

"Don’t hold your breath."

In hindsight, it really didn't take that long for your feelings toward Paul to shift. You continued to date Embry, and the two of you were very much in love, all the while you continued to hang out with Paul occasionally. Sometimes it was the whole pack hanging out, or just Embry, Jacob, and Quil, but once in a while, Paul would come over to play video games with you while Embry was out on patrol or when his mom demanded he stay home that night. Regardless of the setting – but especially so when the two of you were alone – you always found yourself drawn to Paul, wanting to be near him, wanting to make him laugh, trying to find excuses to stand or sit close to him. Despite how wrong it felt and despite how much you fought to squash those feelings, they remained; they were like heads of a hydra that you tried to cut off, only for more to sprout. It felt like being attracted to him was inevitable. It left you wondering if an imprint affected the imprintee too; it simply had to, because you'd gone from barely tolerating the mere idea of Paul, to ogling both him and Embry when they were shirtless, getting butterflies when he sat close enough that your legs touched, smiling uncontrollably whenever he smiled at you.

You did your best to hide these feelings from Embry, due to the extreme guilt you felt over being attracted to anyone besides him, but he was ultimately the first to acknowledge them. Whether he had noticed the shift in your approach to Paul, or if he had decided on his own accord to bring it up, you couldn't be sure. But one day, when you were over at his house for a movie night while his mom was at work, Embry randomly declared, "I just want you to know that if you ever want to go out with Paul, I'm completely okay with that."

You nearly got whiplash from how quickly you'd turned to look at him. You gaped at him for a few seconds before finding the words to say, "Embry, I love you. A lot. At no point am I ever going to choose Paul over you – or anyone else, for that matter."

"I know that, and I'm not at all saying I'm fine with you dumping me for Paul. I'd murder him," Embry said with a laugh. "I'm saying that if you ever decided that you want to date both of us, we'll obviously have to discuss ground rules or whatever, but I'm fine with that."

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, avoiding meeting his gaze – and you knew he knew then, if he hadn't already, but you were unable to hide the way his words had affected you. After a few seconds, you cleared your throat and asked, "What the hell brought that up?"

"I was talking with Emily the other day, and she explained that she really hadn't wanted to date Sam after he dumped Leah for her. She felt terrible for being attracted to the guy who broke her cousin's heart, but she couldn't stop herself no matter how hard she tried. Eventually, as the feelings got stronger, she decided it was best to just say 'screw it' and pursue her own happiness. She still regrets hurting Leah but she's glad she gave Sam a real chance, because it led to her happy ending," Embry explained, then turned sideways on the couch to face you. "And, I was thinking: imprints are such a powerful force that it can't possibly just affect us – it has to affect the imprintee too. So it would make sense if you started liking Paul in that way at some point, and I wouldn't ever hold that against you, because it's natural, due to the imprint. I love you and I'm never going to let you go, but if it would make you happy to be with him as well as me, then I'm cool with it."

Again, you hesitated, shifting in your seat once again before asking, "How would that even work? Me being with both of you?"

"Like I said, we'd set ground rules. We would both get to spend a comparable amount of time with you, so neither of us feels jipped or gets angry. We would never try to one-up each other when it comes to you. Like, we'd coordinate birthday presents so neither of us is getting something way fancier than the other, I'd never brag about being with you longer than him, he'd never brag about taking you on better dates – stuff like that. But it would all revolve around you being comfortable and happy. That's all I want, and I know that's all Paul wants too."

You nodded slowly, still staring at your hands in your lap, lost in thought – and still a bit too hesitant to look Embry in the eye. Eventually, he tilted your chin up with a gentle finger, smiling at you knowingly.

"Whatcha thinkin', beautiful?"

"That I don't ever want to do anything to hurt you," you replied instantly, feeling tears prickle in your eyes at the thought.

"You won't. I know you, and I know you won't hurt me. And you liking him doesn't hurt me at all. Sam's got his own theories about imprinting, and mine is that the imprintee can't resist it any more than we can. I’m guessing you may have some feelings for him, and you don’t already then you may at some point. And I'm totally fine with that, I genuinely believe it's normal; it just comes with the territory. So if you think you might want to date him, I say give it a shot. Ask him out. You can always go back to being friends if it doesn't work out," Embry stated, then added, "But Friday nights are still our movie nights."

"Deal," you said with a laugh, which Embry echoed. When silence fell again, you hesitantly explained, "I have been kind of.... I don't know. I guess maybe I do kind of like him. And I've been wondering the same thing, if an imprint affects the imprintee too, because I've been trying so hard to stop myself from feeling that way, but nothing I do has worked."

"That's totally normal, sweetheart. Don’t beat yourself up about it. And I agree, I think an imprint impacts the imprintee too. So, I say ask him out and see where it goes. As long as it doesn't change you loving me, I'm happy," Embry said with a smile, gently tucking some hair behind your ear. You held his palm to your cheek before kissing it.

"I'll always love you, Em."

"And I'll always love you."

Inevitable 》 Part Two

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

The Hating Game

Chapter 1 - I Hate You

Summary - Y/N and Jensen had an unusual start to their car ride when Jared had requested his costar of fifteen years to pick her up for their Christmas dinner party, that the Padaleckis were holding in Austin. But when their car breaks down in the middle of the road and they had to spent a night together, things take a wild turn.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Y/N (Eventual)

Characters - Jensen Ackles, Reader, Jared Padalecki, a few OFCs

WC - 2513

Warnings - Typical enemies to lovers tags, fighting over the radio, a few bad words and mention of one unsolicited dick pic

Square Filled - Listening to music ( @spnmixedbingo )

A/N - Hey everyone, it has been so long I had posted something. This was supposed to be an oneshot but it turned into a monster, so I divided it into two parts. This is basically the enemies part, the next part is pure filth (which will be posted tomorrow)

For the sake of this fic, Jensen is unmarried. I won't tolerate any hate towards Danneel or the Ackles fam. This is purely a work of fiction.

This is a submission to @wonder-cole's challenge. The prompt is in bold.

Completely unbeta'd. All mistakes and general bullshit are mine.

“Keep your feet off the dash.” Jensen grumbled, glaring over at her. Y/N threw a glance at him and continued to look out of the window. “Did you not hear me, Y/N?”

“Turn off the radio and I'll keep my feet off the dash.” She offered him a shrug, making him grit his teeth in annoyance. There were still six more hours left to reach Austin and Jensen was very tempted to push her out of the car and drive away but being the nice guy he was and her being Jared’s best friend, he shook off that brutal idea.

“What's wrong with the radio?” He asked.

“It's just the song it's playing. I didn't realise you were so old, Ackles.” Y/N smirked, and did the most unexpected thing, that was, promptly turning off the radio.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Jensen asked, her obnoxious behaviour, making his car swerve across the street. Six more hours. He was this close to kicking her out and showing up to Jared’s house, saying that his best friend skipped it.

“I just turned off the radio. Stop acting like I killed someone,” she said.

“You interrupted a classic song. It's the same as committing a cold blooded crime.” The actor glared at her.

Y/N wasn't the one to cower down under his strong gaze and ruthless words so she said, “The radio stays off unless you play Billie Eilish or Adele.” Jensen scoffed at her impudence.

“Un-fucking-believable.” He huffed. When he would reach the place, he wasn't going to need a glass of drink, he needed to drink off an entire bar. “Stop acting like a fucking brat!”

“Oh so now you tell me what I can or cannot do. I don't take any fucking orders from you.” She snarled at him and he quickly pulled the car to the side.

Turning off the engine, he shoved her legs off the dash and leaned dangerously close to her still holding her gaze. His brows were knitted together and his face was scrunched up in a dirty frown. Y/N shuddered as his warm breath tickled the exposed part of her neck. She swallowed hard, trying to calm down her racing heart and butterflies soaring inside her stomach but it didn't help when Jensen inched closer to her. Dropping his voice a few octaves, he said, “You're in my car so you'll do what I say. You don't wanna listen to me, well you can get out right now and find another way to reach the place. Or, you can shut the fuck up and let me drive, sweetheart.”

“I dare you to kick me out of the car.” She backed up until she hit the door behind her. The corner of Jensen’s lips tugged up in a smirk. Her mouth fell open as he caged her against the door with his arms.

“I think I should just teach you a lesson,” he said, “You have been a bad girl, Y/N, getting on my fucking nerves all day.” A shiver ran down her spine as his voice became rough and dark. “But I've decided to let this one slide.”

The next half an hour they drove in silence, Jensen thanking his good fortune which made Y/N shut up. The peace and quiet was rudely interrupted by a loud “oh fuck no” echoing inside the vehicle as the woman checked her texts. Jensen looked at her from the corner of his eyes and his brows hit his hairline. Was that a...oh it definitely was...a dick pic. He cleared his throat and continued to drive as if he didn't just see invade Y/N’s privacy and he couldn't help but ask.

“Everything's okay?”

“Oh everything's fine. I'm just done with the entire male species.” She scoffed and he gathered the picture of the penis was completely not asked for. For a moment he felt bad for her but her next words made him regret the fact that he cared for her for even a second. “Oh don't be so smug. You are part of that male species.”

“I'm not a fucking perv,” said Jensen.

“You saw.” Her cheeks heated up and suddenly she felt embarrassed.

“Block that bastard. I bet that'll be a strong blow to his ego.” He said, wondering how did they reach from fighting over the radio and plotting each other's murder to him giving advices how to get rid off perverts.

“How did you know his ego made him send this?” And for the first time, Jensen saw her smile.

“Like you said, I'm part of that male species.” He shrugged.

This was the first time that they were having a conversation like civilised people until Jensen turned on the radio. Y/N’s face settled into a scowl, opting to not say anything again, knowing it wouldn't be effective towards him. She looked over to her left and admired the flawless side profile. They had gotten off on the wrong foot and Y/N couldn't exactly place a finger when they started butting their heads together. Maybe it could have been how Jensen pulled up in front of her house to pick her up almost an hour late or maybe because she had spilled juice on him while they had their lunch. But she couldn't deny the fatal attraction she felt towards him and how undeniably hot he was.

“Tinder’s not a great place to find a good match, you know that right?” Jensen said, interrupting her train of thoughts.

“Yeah but unlike you, I don't have people lining up in front of my house to date me--”

“I don't have...Listen I know you're mad that I showed up late at your house and also kind of broke the Christmas gift you bought for Tom and I'm truly sorry for that--”

“What happened?” Like every good moment, the car had come to an abrupt stop. Jensen tried to turn on the engine but the vehicle didn't start up. He got out of it and went to check what's wrong.

“What's the verdict?” Y/N asked.

“Something's wrong with the engine and I don't have the tools to fix this. We gotta look for a mechanic,” he said, shaking his head. “It'll be alright. We'll reach the Padaleckis in time.”

“When you said we'll get through this, I didn't think sitting by the fire and looking pretty was on the plan, Jensen.” Y/N said, hands crossed firmly on her chest as she snapped at her…friend? Acquaintance? She didn't know where they stood right now, considering she had met him just a few hours ago. Right now, all he was the man, who was acting as her chauffeur on her best friend's request who also happened to be his co-star of fifteen years.

“You heard what Chad said. It's goin’ to take a while for the car to start up again. So instead of freezing our asses out there, I rented out a room for the night.” Without even sparing a glance at her, the man replied, still finding the book in his hands far more captivating. They had found a mechanic a few blocks away from the place their car had broken down but it was the evening of late December out there so when the man said it would take him quite a few hours to fix the car, they were compelled to look for a hotel room to spend the night.

A scowl appeared on her face, as she plopped down on the corner of the bed. After spending hours working with a new client, she was now subjected to an agonising torture of spending a night cooped up in a rented hotel room with the man she had started to despise. Her eyes did a quick scan of the room until they fell upon the actor sitting by the cheerful fire burning in the hearth. Jensen was leaning back against the chair, reading a book, completely unbothered by the fact they were stranded in the middle of nowhere. Fine, maybe she was exaggerating because they still had cell service but they were stranded because the engine of the car decided to give out all of a sudden.

“I should have never agreed with Jared’s plans. Nothing has gone well since I met you.” Y/N grumbled sulking further, worrying over her life's misfortunes. She brought her knees up to her chest and rubbed her hands together in order to warm them up because the only warm place in the room was occupied by him.

“Then why'd you agree? And let it be known, if I had thought that I would be sharing a room with you for a night, hearing you yap in my ears, I would have backed the hell out.” Jensen sneered, finally raising his head a bit to meet her eyes which were boring holes into his skull. The glare intensified as they both returned each other's stare before Y/N decided to end the staring contest.

“I'm going to go get another room.” She declared, quickly rising to her feet. Putting on some slippers, she threw one obnoxious glance towards him and slipped out of the room. She didn't know what she had done to piss him off.

Guiding her way down the hotel corridors, she reached the front desk. “Excuse me, I'm staying in room number 204, but I was asking to check if you have any other empty rooms available to stay in for the night?” Y/N asked the blonde girl managing the front desk.

With an apologetic smile, she replied to Y/N’s question, “I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't have any other rooms available for the night. It being a holiday season, all our rooms are currently booked but if an availability of a room arises, we'll inform you.”

Dejected, Y/N nodded and padded her way back to the shared room only to find Jensen grinning like the devil at her. “I assume they didn't have any rooms available.”

“No.” She curtly answered.

“Uh-huh. I knew that because I had already asked them about two separate rooms for us.” Jensen offered her a shrug, “oh and Chad just called--” waving the cell in his hand “--it's gonna take at least a few hours till daylight to repair the car. So, for the night, I call dibs on the couch and you can take the bed.”

Y/N’s wary eyes travelled from the couch to the bed and then she looked at the man who was waiting on her to say something. “Are you sure about taking the couch? You're probably going to end up with a stiff neck in the morning.”

“It's better than sleeping on the cold, hard floor,” Jensen said.

“The bed’s big enough...” She reluctantly said, pitying the fact that he would be sleeping on a couch but she also didn't want to share a bed with him.

A moment of silence passed as Jensen's eyes fleeted between the bed and her before he got up from his seat, dropping the book back in his suitcase as he got busy around the room. Shimmying out of his warm jacket, he made himself comfortable to catch some good sleep but to Y/N’s surprise, he pulled out a scarf and a hoodie and put it on. He grabbed his wallet and cell and went out of the room without exchanging any words with the woman in there. Okay, rude.

Y/N followed almost the same routine as his, getting out of her coat and making herself ready for bed and instead of putting on a hoodie, she crawled under the covers. She picked up her cell from the bedside table and scrolled through the notifications which included some work emails and a few texts from her coworkers. Pulling up one of her social media apps, she refreshed her Instagram feed and sighed when she saw Katie from her highschool showing off her new engagement ring. Y/N tried to be truly happy for her but Katie’s engagement pointed out to her that she had no one to even celebrate a six month milestone in a relationship.

A dozen thoughts swam around her head, some screaming that maybe she was the problem, others retorting that maybe she was too good for the guys she had dated. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by Jared’s call.

“Hey, Jare.” Y/N greeted, putting the device against her ear.

“Y/N, I know you already have a lot on your plate so don't freak out. Matt is coming to dinner.” The man on the other end of the call said.

“I thought you didn't invite him.” Y/N almost yelled.

“I didn't. He is coming as Samantha’s plus one. And you know Sam is a good friend of mine. I didn't realise she would bring Matt after knowing everything.” Jared tried to reason.

“God, this day keeps getting worse and worse.” Y/N sighed. “First Jensen, then Matt.”

“Speaking of Ackles, where is that dumbass?” He asked.

“I don't know. He went out somewhere--”

“Hold up, are you guys sharing a room?”

“Jared...”

“I know, I know you don't like him that much yet but you may never know. Sometimes, some things are just meant to be.” Y/N could almost picture the smug smile appearing on his face.

“I hate him and now I hate you that you asked him to be my chauffeur. I never thought you asked Hollywood over there.” Y/N grumbled, knowing quite well, Jared tried to play the matchmaker between them.

“He hates that nickname. And trust me, he is a good friend of mine. He takes some time to warm up to strangers but he's a good man.” Jared’s laughter rang in her ear. “How long do you think it will take for you guys to reach Austin?”

“Quite some time to fix the car and then four more hours of driving. We aren't going to reach before the evening.” Y/N said and did a mental math of how many hours she had to spend with Jensen Ackles. Knowing her ex-boyfriend would be present at the Christmas dinner, she started to dread the whole evening but she couldn't wait to see her best friend.

“Just don't end up killing each other. I need to see how the English weather treated my friend.” Jared said, hinting at the fact that Y/N spent the last three years in Manchester as she got promoted and her company offered her their office in the UK and only a few days ago, she had flown back to the States.

“I won't kill him, as much as I want to. I so hope you arranged for strong drinks, ‘cause I'm gonna need them.” Y/N said and then they exchanged their goodbyes before she disconnected the call. Settling deep inside the covers, she rubbed her socks covered feet together as sleep overtook her worn out body and she slipped into a state of unconsciousness.

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Billie Eilish — Party Favor but Howard and Randy

Randy overstep the line being ninja and Howard is now pissed at him. Calling him on the last day before doomsday (his Dad moving away and takes Howard with him, so Howard decided it's best to talk about it now).

"Hey, call me back when you get this" Howard reading a note he'd done for this moment, turning on the TV to see his dad and his Boss, (brb-), celebrating their "A Year With Ninja!" idea, "Or when you've get a minute, we really need to talk" but then there's Ninja right next to them, and people can see him smiling underneath the mask, "Wait, you know what? Maybe just forget it!" Howard tore down the note, "cause by the time you get this, your number might be blocked!" The boy knew what he's doing, not letting the note down. The stank was on it's way, he wanted to think it was. But of course he let go of his phone, ending the call before doing so. Getting a new phone because The Ninja sliced his current? Not after getting thousands of pictures through those 8-9 years of being friends with Cunningham. He hates to admit, he would never leave Randy alone if it wasn't for his bullshit and dad's work.

"You just want what you can't have!" Howard remembered those words dearly, now whispering them, seeing the stank getting closer somehow horribly slowly. The note wasn't something it wanted to possess, Howard realized when the stank covered his mouth and nose. He was in a big trouble now.

"No wait, I'll call the cops!" Howard screamed, feeling his mind being stolen away. He didn't want to be Sorcerer's puppet no more. What about The Ninja?! Does his friend needs to kill Howard to save the city?! Just, no! "If you don't stop I'll call The Ninja!"

"And I hate to do this to you on your Birthday..."

His skin started to look like a grape. Rage covered his eyes in red, leaving no place for regret to be in his stolen mind. Ears started to loose every noise in his room.

The Ninja wasn't ready to be crushed by a truck, leaving his eyes closed for one second to laugh at the horrible joke Howard's dad made. Looking up, even though his brain wanted to keep them closed for a little more like it knew something Randy didn't know, he saw Howard. But... Only what stank made of him. A giant purple dinosaur with no mercy in his eyes, "Howard?!" Randy regretted not listening to his brain. He wanted to close his eyes, but the dinosaur made a move and threw another truck at his friend, "I can't fight you?!" He, They were lost. They never wanted this, not today. They wanted to be friends even after they end the school. Randy wanted to think it was true. Howard wanted to think The Ninja wasn't about to kill him.

"Happy Birthday, by the way"

Stanked Howard screeched, running towards Randy. "Who made you like this?!" Ninja dodged his paw, ignoring people scream in fear. "It's not you, It's me and all that other bullshit," Howard's mind, filled with rage, said it and to his surprise, the boy believed it. It was Randy's problem, it was The Ninja's duty, —Ha-ha, "duty", — to protect Howard, "You know that's bullshit!" Right, Randy failed. With those words, Howard let go of his body, letting Sorcerer to deal with The Ninja. Maybe, it was the right move to do.

"Look, now I know we could've done it better," The Ninja said, backing up. He was wrong, he knows it now, "But we can't change the weather!" Randy and Ninja were the same now, leaving no such thing as "keeping the guard up", throwing his weapon on the ground. They needed to talk. Just a little chat, nothing more, no stank, no madness!

"Books don't make sense if you read them backwards" Nomicon said when Randy opened it. They were in the science class, knowing Howard would never go here if not needed, "You'll single out the wrong words" Nomicon added little text right next to it, adding some color on the word "read". It was no time for jokes or missunderstanding. Ninja's weakness was stanked and is dangerous to the city.

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 06 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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“(Y/N)! Go get the door!” Your aunt yells from the kitchen. “I'm busy here!”

“Ok!” You turn off the blow dryer, quickly fixing your hair before rushing downstairs. “What are you doing?”

“Grandma's cake.” She answers as you move to open the door. “Who's this?”

“Monica, probably.” You're still speaking when you unlock and pull it open. Your heart skips a beat when you see it isn't Monica. You raise an eyebrow to see him leaning against the door frame, a smile spreading through his lips.

“Honey?”

“It's just Billy, aunt,” you say, raising your voice a little. Pushing him backwards, you close the door behind your back. “What are you doing here, Hargrove?”

“It's our day off. You promised to go to my place to meet Maxine, remember?”

Oh, you completely forgot about that. “I made no such promise.” Crossing your arms, you jump a little when the door is opened again. Turning around, you see your aunt with bright eyes.

“(Y/N), won't you invite your friend in?” Her tone makes you blush.

“Goor morning, Miss Florence. Actually, I'm just here to pick her up.”

“I can't go today, Billy. Diane is baking something nice and–”

“No, no, no. She's going.” Diane cuts you off, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside. “Go change out of your pajamas, honey.”

“But–” She gives you a meaningful look.

“(Y/N), go change.”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh. “I'll be right back,” you tell Billy, ignoring how embarrassed you are, and the smirk on his lips.

You run upstairs, trying not to think too much about where you're going. You were kinda hoping he'd forget about that, but you'll try to keep in mind what Monica said. There's no reason to overthink. When the moment comes to make big decisions, you'll make them. You do enjoy being around Billy, and you do have fun together. The whole feeling you have when you're around him is unlike anything you ever felt before, and some part of you is starting to get addicted to it. On the pool, you have found yourself excited for the lunch break because you'll get to talk to him... It scares you, but as you change into a lilac blouse and jeans, you make up your mind for the day. You'll be with him today, so you'll make the best of it.

After taking one last look in the mirror, you take some money because you remember saying something about pizza. You take a deep breath before leaving the bedroom. But you move backwards abruptly when you see Billy standing outside. “What the hell!” You exclaim, pushing him and closing the door.

“Can't I see your bedroom?”

“No.” You wouldn't mind actually, but you decide to tease him since he came all the way up here without asking.

“Then you won't get to see mine.”

“That's fine by me.” Shrugging your shoulders, you bump into him as you move back downstairs. “I'm going, aunt. See you.”

“Have fun with your boyfriend, honey.”

You freeze by the door, feeling as if Diane just betrayed you. You feel Billy's eyes, burning, and you bet he has that stupid smirk on his face. “He's not my boyfriend,” you shout at her, grabbing Billy's arm and pulling him out.

You're impressed by the fact that he opens the passenger door for you, but since you're still blushing, you avoid his gaze. The short trip to his house is silent as you hope what your aunt said fades away... And you're also memorizing the way there.

Soon enough you're at his front door, and you watch as he unlocks it. “The place used to suck, but I've been trying to fix it, so... Don't mind it. It's not as cool as your house.”

“Uhm...” You mumble, stepping inside and looking around, taking in the place. It's not bad as he described it, it's cozy...

It's Billy's place. You feel weird to be here, as if you're giving a whole new step closer to him. “How many girls have you brought here?” You suddenly need to know if you can allow yourself to feel special.

“One.” He moves to stand before you, holding his index finger up, then slowly pointing it at you.

Taking a deep breath, you step back, smiling. “You brought me here to meet your sister. Where is she?”

“Max!” He yells suddenly, at the top of his lungs and you jump, heart racing.

“What the hell.” You breathe out, slapping his arm playfully. His bare arm. You haven't noticed the sleeveless tattered dark gray shirt that leaves his arms exposed. You have to force yourself to look away, meeting his blue eyes. “Why did you do that?”

“Did I scared you?” He smiles, towering over you.

“Yeah, you did.” You step back again, eager to put some distance between you and him. “Jerk. Go get your sister before I change my mind and go home.”

“She's probably listening to music.” Billy walks away, disappearing in the hall. You're left alone so you walk around, noticing the bench press he has in the middle of the living room. Walking around it, a piece of paper above the TV gets your attention. Taking it, you sigh to read Max's handwriting. “She's not in her room.” Billy says as he comes back, gesturing at the hall.

“Be back in fifteen minutes, shithead.” You read the words out loud to him, showing the paper.

Billy takes it from your hand, rolling his eyes. “I'm gonna kill her.”

“Sorry that you have to stay alone here with me. It must be a true nightmare, Billy Hargrove.” Raising an eyebrow, you smile at his expression. “What about that?” You walk around the bench press, standing behind it and trying to pull the barbell up. The thing doesn't even move, so you try again, using more strength, but nothing happens. “Whoa, this thing is heavy.”

“I work out almost every night, so I just leave it here.”

“That you work out is pretty obvious.” You gesture at his arms and chest.

“Yeah. I'm glad you noticed.” He comes to stand behind you. “Let me just–” He picks the weight up, both his arms around you, keeping you caged between his body and the bar.

“What are you doing?” You ask in a low voice as he starts moving the damn thing, up and down, up and down. “Ok, I'm just a tiny little bit impressed to see you lifting this thing up, but put it down, please.” He knows the effect he has on girls, and he also knows you're not immune to it.

He doesn't say anything, pulling the bar up once again, forcing it a little against your shoulders, pushing you backwards until your back hits his chest. His solid, strong chest. “You're such a jerk, Billy.” Why is your voice so weak? You look at his left arm, how tensed his muscles are. “These things are heavy. Put it down before you drop it and hurt me.” You need to get away from him. Being this close is dangerous, because you feel something coming from the back of your mind, an idea that had never crossed your thoughts before.

“I'd never let anything hurt you.”

You turn your head to the side, just enough to look at him. He's already looking, those blue eyes threatening to drown you. Your eyes fall on his lips, of how close they are. You could easily tiptoe now and find out how his lips would feel on yours. It feels like he knows exactly what you're felling because when he moves the bar to give you more space, you turn around, almost as if you're being pulled towards him, like a magnet.

But you know you shouldn't kiss Billy. It would be a point of no return. That's it, a big decision... But right now, the last thing you want to do is think. You just want to feel, and let these feelings flow out.

When you're face to face with him, you feel the bar on your back, pushing you against his chest, making it impossible to run away. As if you would even if you had the chance. “You know I hate you, right? For doing this.” You whisper, as your arms involuntary move to lay on his chest.

“I'm not–”

“Hey, shitface. I'm back.” A girl's voice drags you out of your numbness, and Billy puts the bar down on the bench.

“That's disgusting.” Someone else says and you step away from Billy, catching your breath and clearing your throat. Max isn't alone. She brought a small army with her, five people, and everyone looks the same age.

“Perfect timing as always, Max,” Billy complains. “(Y/N), this is Maxine, my dipshit sister. And the rest of her gang.”

“The gang that saved your ass, you mean.” One of them says, his voice a little muffled, which makes you giggle a little. “Dustin, nice to meet you.” He steps forward and shakes your hand. “So. Are you Billy's girlfriend?”

“No, I–”

“Ok. These are Lucas, my boyfriend.” Max starts, and you feel Billy sighing when she names the boy. “Will, Mike, Eleven, and Dustin you already met.”

“So these are your saviors,” you say, turning to look at Billy.

“Every single one of them.” He answers.

“If you two aren't dating, why did you bring her here, Billy? Wasn't there a rule about not bringing your flings to the house?” Max mutters, walking past you and to the TV. The others move to seat on the couch and some on the floor.

“(Y/N) is not a fling.” He says, rolling his eyes. You try hard not to smile at what you just heard.

You're a little uncomfortable since Max's friends keep staring as if you're a ghost. Their eyes fly from Billy and back at you, and they even gossip, whispering on each other's ears. “Max, you look like a very smart kid.”

“I am.” She says with a smirk. “Unlike my brother.”

“So, if I make you a question, would you be able to answer real quick?” You smile at her curious face, as you slowly step backwards, closer to the hall and further away from Billy.

“Yes.”

“Billy's room?” You burst out, speaking a fast as you can.

“First door to the right.” She yells, just as fast as you spoke, and you're off, like a lightning bolt because you see Billy moving.

You run through the hall and literally throw yourself on the door, opening it and almost stumbling in. You're laughing when he grabs your wrist, giving up when he notices you're already in. “You got me there, I'll admit.”

It's your time to smirk at him, teasingly, stepping further into his bedroom. “What did you say before? That I wouldn't get to see your room?” As you speak, you start pacing around. His room is more organized then you expected. His bed has a dark red blanket over it, and it looks very comfortable. There are movie posters on the walls and a sound system on his dresser. You move to stand before the mirror he has on the nightstand beside his bed, looking through the colognes he has. “Which one you use?”

“All of them.”

“No, there's one you use more often.” You have the scent vivid in your memory, so you quickly go through the small bottles, bringing them close to my nose. “This one.” You look up, meeting his eyes through the mirror.

“It's my favorite.” He says, moving a little closer.

“Mine too.” Thanks to the proximity, you can smell it, irradiating from his body. It's fresh and strong, very masculine. “I mean... I like it.”

Billy takes the bottle from your hands, opening it. “Here.” He pour some on his index and middle finger, bringing them to your neck, on the soft spot below your left ear, pulling the hair away, and does the same on the other side. You feel the cold liquid spreading through your skin, and the scent surrounds you completely. “Now you smell like me.”

What should you say? Or do? You're frozen, inebriated by the closeness, by the low sound of his breathing. “I...”

“Hey, lovebirds. We're watching a movie.” Max says, and her voice brings you back to Earth. She has such perfect timing to save your ass. “You can either come and watch or stay here and make out. You pick.” And she leaves.

“Movie...” You tell him, catching your breath.

“Did I make you nervous?”

“I just want to watch the movie, Billy.” Grabbing his hand, you pull him towards the living room. “We're watching the movie,” you tell the kids.

“You and you. Move.” Billy gestures at Dustin and Will, who immediately stand up from the cough, giving you and Billy enough space to sit down.

The movie is already starting, and you roll your eyes to feel Billy's arm around your shoulders. You're aware the kids are staring, but you guess they're not used to see Billy like this with a girl. But you try to really focus on the movie, as you slowly relax.

You feel as you move closer to Billy, your legs touching. The movie isn't very good, and you laugh when Billy sigh's out of frustration. The kids seem to like it though.

“Not a very good one, right?” You whisper to him.

“You picked the wrong option, princess.” He snaps back, and you immediately remember what the other option was.

“What makes you think I want to make out with you?” You turn your head to look at him, using all the sassiness you have to cover up the truth. That you want to kiss him so bad, a fact that you just realized today. You've been wanting to kiss him for a while now, but you know how dangerous it would be.

“You think I don't notice when you blush? Or when you start breathing fast? Or when–”

“Shhh.” Someone mutters, and your eyes move back to the TV, abruptly. You feel Billy's chest moving when he laughs.

“I need to know something...” He whispers, and you feel as his arms slide down, encircling your waist and pulling you closer. You can feel his breath on your hair, and whatever is on the TV right now is just a distant blur. “I need to know if you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.”

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