#i actually really love drive-ins

[bunni-v1]

Could I ask for your headcanons on how the staff would take care of/look after the reader? I’m a sucker for the fics where they take a parental role

How The Staff Takes Care of You

TW: None!

Info: Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Vargas and Sam x Reader (Platonic)

🍓This one is short but sweet. I’ve spent a lot of time on the event, but I want to start on other requests outside of it too. This one looked fun and easy so I got it out within about an hour or so. I hope you enjoy!

Tags: @kitsun369 @bloomstruck

Crowley

-Lets get one thing straight, Crowley does not take care of you

-It’s hard to even say that Crowley cares for you. It’s hard to say he cares for anyone other than himself.

-Still… he does do some things correctly.

-He gives you a place to live (which he threatened to take away), food (which he threatened to take away), and funding (which he… threatened to take away).

-He DOES come to ACTUALLY care for you, just… not in the traditional sense, I suppose. 

-He has frequent check ins with you to ensure that you are doing well.

-Occasionally he stops by ramshackle just to chat with you and ensure you have company.

-Believe it or not, he set up a lot of the things you do specifically so that he can ensure you are getting along with other students and have a support system here.

-He lets you keep grim around — even though he has cause countless issues for student and staff alike.

-He’s like your weird uncle. You hardly ever actually see Crowley around, but you know that he is looking out for you in his own way. 

-Thats all that matters, right?

Crewel

-Crewel is also anther oddball when it comes to how he shows that he cares.

-He is… aware that Crowley does not do a very good job at caring for you, and he’s a bit easier on you because of that.

-He’s probably harder on you homework-wise than most other students though.

-He wants to see you excel and succeed in his class.

-It would be the biggest fuck you to Crowley ever, so he works hard to make sure that you prove yourself to everyone.

-He makes sure that you’re sleeping and eating well, and if he sees that you are not, he makes you stay ofter class to talk to him so you both can find a way to solve this issue.

-If it’s money issues keeping you from eating, don’t worry. He’s now making you a lunch — or at least he gives you some money to eat.

-The nicest thing he does for you, however, is he gets you clothes.

-Your uniform is pretty… bad, and he feels bad for you.

-So, he takes matters into his own hands and gets you a nice new one that actually fits you.

-He and Trein have a rivalry over who treats you better and who you like more. (Trein is winning by like one point and it drives Crewel crazy).

-Crewel very much is the one to tell you “Boys are stupid, don’t date — especially not the ones here.” Lol

-Again, more like a very ambitious uncle who just really loves his family but never wants kids of his own.

-Oh, also, his dogs love you. So that’s a plus.

Trein

-He has two girls of his own, and he really does love kids, he’s just… jaded from years of being a teacher for snotty kids like Ace.

-You though? He likes you a lot.

-You’re a troublemaker, sure, but you always try your best in classes and have been making the best of your situation.

-Speaking of, Trein hates the way Crowley is so lackadaisical about your position and treatment.

-You are a living person? How could he just leave you to almost starve or freeze in your rickety old dorm?

-Trein visits your dorm frequently after his school day is done, just to ensure you have food and are able to stay warm/cool in the respective seasons.

-If he finds that you do not have enough food or cannot afford it, he talks to both Sam and Crowley and scolds them into lowering prices for you and raising your passive income.

-He still buys you things with his own money.

-If you fall asleep in class and you look like you need it, he won’t bother you. 

-Tells you that you can always come to him if you’re having trouble with anyone, and he will most definitely deal with them.

-Do you need extra help with homework, he’ll stay late just to ensure you’re understanding the material. 

-Seriously the number one dad at NRC, and he’s really happy to have you around since you remind him so much of his girls.

Vargas

-The resident promoter of a healthy lifestyle and great workout routine at NRC.

-You don’t really spend that much time around Vargas, so you two aren’t close, but he knows about you through the other members of staff.

-He knows how Crowley treats you, and while he isn’t one to play favorites… he can make an exception.

-Especially since he knows you aren’y always eating enough thanks to your limited budget.

-The last thing he needs is a student passing out in his class.

-He still pushes you to work out and participate, but if you’re looking like a ghost when you walk into class he’s going to make you go change and get some rest.

-He’s a gym nut, not a monster.

-He’s good with dieting though, so he’s able to tell Trein and Crewel and Same what would be best for you to eat in your condition.

-So yeah, he’s likely the least involved in your life, but he does help you from behind the scenes.

-It’s better than Crowley, so that’s a win in his books.

Sam

-Other than Trein, Sam probably sees you the most frequently out of everyone.

-You come into his shop at least once a day for something.

-At first he treated you the same as every other student, charing you ridiculously hight prices for typically cheap stuff.

-Then one day you came in looking for something to eat, cause you’d run out of what little Crowley gave you, but you didn’t have enough money.

-He nearly cried at how heartbroken you looked when you realized you couldn’t get anything.

-He gave you the whole meal for free, didn’t even ask for what you had.

-Trein is also on his ass about how high his prices are, so he purposefully has a “discount” every time you’re there to buy something.

-He also gets to know you through your shopping and makes and effort to talk to you to feel out where you are physically and mentally.

-He reports what he notices back to Trein and Crowley, just to make sure someone who has the power to is taking care of you.

-You’ve got a friend in Sam, that’s for sure.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #bunni's treats 🧁 #mozus trein #trein x reader #crewel x reader #divus crewel #crowley x reader #dire crowley #twst sam #sam x reader #vargas x reader #twst vargas

[almondamaretto]

hii i loved ur crossfaded story, do u think u could do some stoner matt bf hcs? 🫶🫶

YESSSSS omg girl u have good taste

i was looking for an excuse to write ts. also not proofread!! and not good because i was high!!

stoner!matt x afab!reader

warnings: use of weed, smut

— ok lets get one thing straight, this man is one of those deep thought, random fact stoners that make you rethink everything about the world.

— "who decided that the alphabet was in alphabetical order? maybe we wanted e first, yknow?"

— always has at least one joint or the makings for one joint on him at all times. not as bad as chris who i would imagine carries around like 2-3 all the time.

— i would give anything to see this man rolling a fuckin joint.

— feels like an unpopular opinion i'm not sure, but he definitely thinks watching his girl roll one is hot. especially if you're not as experienced as him, yet still make an effort to try and impress him.

— if you're a stoner, he's buying you cute shit. cute papers, a cute grinder, lighters and stash boxes.

— is either non-verbal while high or actually yapping with no in between, but the simple truth his, he wants to be touching you at all times.

— imagine js sitting there, chatting his ear off, reflecting on your day n he's just staring, completely engrossed. meanwhile his fingers have been trailing up and down your thigh...

— or, he's running his mouth while taking a hold of your hand, leaving chaste kisses all over your hand, face, neck, and lips, only quiet whilst doing so.

— would def always be down to smoke w you, he could never say no to his sweet girl.

— loves to smoke in a group with his brothers, closest friends, and you cause he is a big quality time guy, but there is something so satisfying about being alone with you, watching the way you move through the haze filling the room.

— i think he would get more jealous while under the influence, you just look so good and he knows what every other guy is thinking.

— he is obviously very touchy and needy when he's high, but he also speaks in such an insatiable way, voicing all his dirty thoughts with no reserve.

— "and that's when- wow i can't shut up" "i could think of a few ways to shut you up."

— and you're gagged. figuratively and literally.

— one day, the friend group is at a party or some type of event. you and matt are nowhere to be found though, tucked away in some large room behind a locked door, the window cracked open.

— the roach of a used up joint was thrown onto the bedside table, hands now busy with pulling each other impossibly closer.

— he had pulled you up onto his lap, large hands gripping your ass as you pressed against his hard-on. your lips were quickly pressed together in sloppy kisses, your hands exploring his torso enthusiastically, his grazing up your sides and ass.

— "you were sittin' so pretty down there for me doll. did you really expect me to not pay attention?"

— he grumbles out while his lips ghost over your neck. you practically melt into his hands.

— chris came banging on the door, talking about something neither of you had interest in. matt never faltered in his movements, continue to squeeze your ass and nibble on your neck and chest.

— "matt!" "shh, stay quiet for me baby, he'll leave soon."

— when chris persists, he's groaning loudly and laying you gently on the bed, leaving a final kiss to your lips. he swings the door open to reveal only himself, blood-shot eyes and lip gloss smeared over his lips. his hair was jostled every which way, chest heaving slightly.

— chris just grins and shakes his head, mumbling something to matt that undoubtedly makes him roll his eyes.

— "nick and i wanna go to this other party madi's going to, you gotta drive us."

— he immediately refuses and goes to shut the door, but somehow chris convinces him with the reasoning of "less people means less chance someone tries to barge in."

— side note, you always get whichever seat you want and aux when matt's driving, it makes the other two go insane.

— mornings when you both don't have anything important to do or wake up a little earlier than usual, he wants to do two things.

— 1. wake and bake

— 2. morning sex.

— i mean seeing you first thing in the morning, getting high, and then fucking you dumb? thats his own personal heaven.

— it's doesn't take long for you to end up face down whimpering into a pillow while he drills into you from behind, senses heightened by the drug.

— he's struggling himself to keep quiet, opting to let out small grunts and whimpering into your ear, otherwise biting his lip to stay quiet.

— you fill all of his senses so well, your sounds sounding so heavenly to him, your walls squeezing him so well while he thrusts into your tight cunt.

— "doing so good for me mama, takin' me so well." he strains out as he gets close. you're both especially sensitive, highs coming all too soon.

so sorry if this is bad y'all 😭

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fluff

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Lovesick Alastor headcannons? also can it be slight yandere coded, with a AFAB reader? would also like this to be in the 60’s AU, if that’s okay!!

A/n: 60’s? Alastor? Yandere? The killer is literally having all the cards in his favor rn 😨😨 !! But don’t worry bby I like this thought, AND HE’S LOVESICK??? 10/10 delulu thought bc we all know Alastor wouldn’t be like this ( but yk, I feed into my delusions, so today he’s gonna be a lovesick mf thank you 😝 ) Also, HUMAN ALASTOR BECAUSE THE GIRLIES THAT LOVE HIM JUST AS MUCH AS I DO MUST BE FED !!!!!

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: yandere themes! Unhealthy obsession! NSFW ahead! Reader is headcannoned as AFAB but can be read otherwise! Mentions of race & segregation! Mentions of drinking & smoking!

ੈ✩‧₊˚𝙉𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *

Songs you can play while listening: We’ll meet Again By Vera Lyn. Lovefool by the Cardigans. Try a Little Tenderness By Otis Redding ( or Frank Sinatra however you see fit ). Come Fly with me by Frank Sinatra. These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding. Are you lonesome tonight by Elvis Presley. Strangers in the night by Frank Sinatra. Cant help falling in love by Elvis Presley.

⋆˚✿˖° 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑶𝑳 ⋆˚✿˖°

Lovesick Alastor would include….

A large sum of gifts

dancing to elvis

Have a ton of bouquets your not sure what to do

Having to go out of the city to a smaller town so you two can have some sort of privacy

alastor gets into more ‘white’ bars than people expect and only because of his status, it deeply bothers him

Dancing to frank sinatra >>>

he takes you dancing a lot, like a WHOLE LOT

drive ins a are a must, and it’s always so romantic, even if it’s simple you know? he usually parks away from other people to make it more private

make out sessions in his car at said drive in

he really likes getting milk shakes with you

attends elvis shows with you and you both just stand really close to the divider so when it eventually breaks you two are already so close together

having to sneak around at night so you two don’t get caught with one another

adoring his mother and her cooking

ALASTOR WITH A FANCY CAR >>>>>

alastor kills anyone he sees interact with you while you’re at work, or just anyone he doesn’t like near you in general

kills your neighbor because he saw alastor leaving your house ( you will never know )

Alastor likes helping you pick dresses and do your hair, he also learnt a lot from his mother in this aspect

sewing together >>>

you two often sit by the river together sometimes even late at night

he loves when you run to him scared about the killer in the area, he thinks it’s ironic and funny

would do anything and everything for you

helps fix your house, he’s very handy

secretly envies the younger children with fathers that actually talk to them

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #hazbin demon #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel rosie #alastor #human alastor x reader #human alastor #human au

[socksandbuttons]

Bean Eclipse Au has my love and seeing any post makes me very happy but now I want to get to know your Space au a little. May you give us some funfacts about the characters to get to know them better?

Aw thank you! I'll do my best describing some things! Its been a moment where I dont know what ive said about them on here. ((The ladies, are by @nekojaf so if u want info on them you gotta ask her!)) First, We got Eclipse (yes thats his name, unless we go au hopping its-)

-He's a captain of his own spaceship (however its mostly a ship that can house just a handful of people.)

-He's self confident, he's got leadership qualities and doesn't stand down often. However can be a huge flirt (as Beige unfortunately deals with). -I've mentioned before but Eclipse (like other models of his kind) are far more Emotive than the previous models.

-Eclipse is the reason Lunar has a collection of plushies. The guy is very good with sewing. -He's not familiar too much with the 'Star' like SAMS' Eclipse is. At least not currently. He's far more concerned with other things.

-His relationship with Earth is rather... interesting. He may be vocal about not wanting to speak to her but its mostly cause she's like a mom who tends to baby him. (Although he can't blame her frequent check ins.) -Most people avoid him, but that's cause he's made an interesting name for himself.

Lunar, my BOY who started this whole au actually.

-The space suit was given to him by Eclipse. Who may have taken it.

-He comes off as sweet, but don't think less of him in comparison with his brother. He's mischievous as well, and cunning when needed.

-Far better at keeping his emotions in check than Eclipse.

-Unlike Eclipse (again) he's actually rather good at y'know. Getting the girl.

-However, he is younger than Eclipse. In part not as experienced with the whole line their apart of.

-Rather handy with his shots, but better at driving. Also has a bit of a name for himself.

-Cannot actually believe how his brother acts around Beige from time to time. He's judging his brother immensely everytime. Just let her clear the hyperdrive so they can go!

Moon!

-It should not be a shock he's still a scientist in this au. (Mad scientist Sun would say...)

-But in part of that, its due to being part of a Space Camp. He's suppose to be in charge of the sciences of how rockets run. However he uses most of that to make his own things.

-It usually does end up with the kids handling it. Unless Sun gets involved. Kids love the anti gravity chamber a lot.

-Also in this AU he is still AroAce.

-However since Sun and him are under a company, they don't usually leave the Camp. They can't really.

-Moon has made a Star.

Sun, sweetie my darling.

-Although him and Moon run the Camp together, Sun mostly handles the kids. (Although, Sun more or less just doesn't want them getting hurt cause of Moon's experiments.) -He's been having trouble with some outsiders makings noise lately but it's usually something he can handle. The dome around the place keeps the camp relatively safe (and Safer with Moon's additional technology)

-He goes by his own checklist, although the one from the higher ups isn't something he wants to fully deviate from. It's kept things running, and their own job secure.

-He may be dressed up as a Spaceman, he's uh... not actually one. At least not by astronaut standards.

-They don't talk to other models of themselves.

-Earth and Sun usually can talk for hours. However, he tries not to keep her too long. She's got others to check in.

Bloodmoon, yes it's him!

-The possibly second youngest.

-He's the only model of his type that... well Ruby's seen actually.

-An avid fan of Invader Zim, due to many movie nights he's had with Ruby. (In an effort to help him learn some things about people...without being near too many.) -He doesn't understand why he needed clothes, unaware of his own autonomy.

-Unfortunately for everyone, WAS destroying planets and ships, destruction in his wake. No one could keep him contained. Until Ruby. But she's not really trying to contain him.

-His curiosity mainly keeps him in check, at least in regard to his learning program. He still seeks some chaos, even if it is on a isolated ship in the meantime.

-Comet Boy! Danger, do not engage.

Angel, y sweet sweett bababyyy

-Probably the oldest? He's quite a mess it's hard to tell.

-Has been passed around here and there from job to job so he's very well versed in many skills!

-Earth finding him again was a blessing. She thought she lost him. Incredibly thankful for Cosmo.

-Is far more interesting in helping Cosmo than being helped. He's survived quite a bit!

Killcode, don't you forget my giant man.

-Was made by Moon, or from Moon. In doing so, he's got a few quirks he picked up.

-Such as... He's actually less violent. However able to withstand radiation, rocket blasts, high velocity impact, mundicide... Assumingly.

-Incredibly Tall. A normal person would maybe feel incredibly intimidated by how much he towers.

-A darling cook, he mostly has to kneel for that though. Not many ktichens he's been in are for his height.

-He's a rather calming personality, has no qualms to start fights.

Earth and Solar Flare (or welll... the ACTUAL Sun)

-Two AI's made for well.. as you guess the Earth and the Sun.

-Earth is as expected to be motherly, warm, stern with her own wants. While SF has less expected results of being rather recluse, cold, to the point and selective in their interactions.

-Earth is partly why the actual planet is far cleaner. With her being actually forthright about the planets condition. It helps if theres someone who may be disappointed if you throw your trash on the ground, or company's dumping waste. She may have been made, but she more or less is her own being. Most don't mind since her main concerns usually fall with her own planets affairs. That doesn't mean she doesn't have concerns of other places.

-SF was made as a safe bet to monitor the sun. However, hue to unexpected AI developing their own personality. SF doesn't fairly speak to much anyone aside Earth. He rather feels she's better at relaying information than he is. Ironic, they find.

-Recently some reptilian android has started to make some impressions on Earth, SF doesn't normally hear her talk about individuals like this aside the 'children' she oversees.

-Earth also ended up supervising the celestial and eclipse models. Attaching to them far more than expected but due to- [The Rest is too glitched to make out.]

Well that was more typing than I thoguht it'd be. But me and Neko have quite a bit of art. The main inspiration for a lot of it is retro futurism. But thank you for asking! You also got Earth in there too. My sweet lady I love her.

#solar flares design needs some work actually but thats kinda because his OG look IS more on line with the style actually. #anyway theres lore here and there but also #missing a few things #lots of romance in this au more than u think #ALSO YEAH MONTY IS IN THERE BUT UH DFBHSJKDS #sams space au #space sams au #tsams #sun and moon show #myart #*looks at all the art i havent show* ah #i think about the models and their differences a bit more and time... but another day when it comes up

[macrolit]

Do You Have ‘Bookshelf Wealth’?

A TikTok home-décor trend has irked some bibliophiles.

By Madison Malone Kircher

Published in the New York Times, Jan. 15, 2024

When it comes to aesthetic trends, social media loves a catchy name.

Cottagecore. Dark academia. Eclectic grandpa.

Now there’s a new entry to the canon: bookshelf wealth.

On TikTok and other digital platforms, there has lately been much ado about people who own a great number of books and — this is critical — have managed to stage them in a pleasing manner.

If you’ve ever seen a Nancy Meyers movie, the look might ring a bell. Warm and welcoming. Polished, but not stuffy. A bronze lamp here. A vintage vase there (with fresh-cut flowers, of course). Perhaps there is a cozy seating area near the floor-to-ceiling display, with an overstuffed couch topped with tasteful throw pillows.

Kailee Blalock, an interior designer in San Diego, posted a video to TikTok last month that sought to define bookshelf wealth and school viewers in achieving the aesthetic in their own homes.

“These aren’t display books,” Ms. Blalock, 26, cautions in the video, which has been viewed over 1.3 million times. “These are books that have actually been curated and read.”

This literary look, she went on to say, goes well with pictures hung willy-nilly on the walls, sometimes even partly blocking the shelves, as well as mismatched fabric patterns and a bit of clutter.

In an interview, Ms. Blalock expanded on her advice. “I think to really achieve the look and the lifestyle, someone has to be an avid reader and has to appreciate the act of collecting things, especially art and sculpture,” she said.

Though Ms. Blalock did not originate the term “bookshelf wealth,” her video has spurred plenty of online discussion. “The day I ‘cultivate’ books instead of buying what I like to read is the day I’ll know I’ve truly failed as a human,” one user commented. Others remarked how bookshelf wealth was less about reading and more about regular old wealth.

Breana Newton, a legal coordinator in Princeton, N.J., who posts regularly about books on TikTok, was one of the people who responded to Ms. Blalock’s video. “I am going to show you bookshelf wealth,” Ms. Newton, 33, says in a video of her own. “Ready?”

She then gives viewers a brief tour of her home, showing books everywhere — on shelves, in overflow piles here and there, and strewed across the bed. Absent is the sense that the rooms have been staged, or that the books were bought with the consideration of how they would look on Instagram.

In an interview, Ms. Newton said that she worried trends like bookshelf wealth encourage overconsumption. This year, she added, she is trying not to buy any new books.

Another critic of the trend, Keila Tirado-Leist, said in a reaction video: “Who does it benefit to constantly have to name and qualify and attach wealth to any kind of style or home-décor aesthetic?”

Ms. Tirado-Leist, a lifestyle content creator in Madison, Wis., likened bookshelf wealth to “quiet luxury” and “stealth wealth,” styles that have recently made social media waves.

Still, she was understanding that what drives a home-décor trend like this one is a desire to create a home that feels, well, homey. In another video, she described the idea of layering — that is, slowly acquiring pieces and building up to a finished look, rather than trying to buy a bunch of things all at once in an effort to chase a trend.

“Styling a home takes time,” Ms. Tirado-Leist said.

Another TikTok user put it more bluntly in a response to Ms. Blalock’s video: “Bookshelf wealth does not mean you have books. It means you have built-ins.”

Editors’ Picks

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Madison Malone Kircher is a Times reporter covering internet culture. More about Madison Malone Kircher

#bookshelf #bookshelf wealth #tiktok #aesthetics #home decor #books #home library #new york times #madison malone kircher

[hacked-by-jake]

Therapist: So, tell me about your friends. What are they like?

MC: Well, you know..

MC: Who have we got here...

MC: Jessy, well, Jessy is very emotional. Not very rational. She likes to run into dangerous and unknown homes after using the satnav of someone else and also likes to check out the houses of murder suspects and almost gets killed by them. Luckily she run fast enough, haha.

MC: Thomas... Well, Thomas is a stupid puppy. Most of the time he forgets he's a brain. He's not really good in using it, tho. He's a true cry baby. He mostly is too dump to realise how serious situations are and that's why he just doesn't care about important instructions. Or, he cares but he's not smart enough to follow them. But he loved his girlfriend a lot, which is a good thing. Oh, and he also likes to visit houses of possible murderer. He once broke into Hannahs apartment where he met Cleo who also broke in there. And together they tried to break into Phil’s bar. But remember, door of steel. Very shameful fail.

Therapist:

Therapist: Okay, you told me the Cleo, what about her?

MC: Cleo. Well, Cleo likes break-ins. During the short time I met her, she broke in twice and tried another one but failed terribly. Together with Thomas, by the way. But there was a door made of steel and that was above her break in skills. She also likes to go for runs in the forest while there is a murder in there as well.

Therapist: *nervously chuckles and cleats her throat* Okay, what about... The name say.. Jack Daniels?

MC: Ohh, Dan. Dan is good at shooting with weapons, he can also see if weapons are real or fake pretty fast. And unlike Cleo, he prefers to break out instead of in. Hospitals are not his thing, you know? Oh, and he loves whiskey... and car drives at night... Together...

Therapist: Okay, let's switch. What about a girl called Lilly?

MC: Ah, Lilly. I used to hate her with everything I have, you know. She accused me of kidnapping and murderer. She really messed up. And she's talented in that. She's also good in video production.

Therapist: Thank God, something normal. What kind of videos does she do?

MC: Well, videos in which she incites people and spreads horrible rumors, as mentioned, I hated her once. That was because she made a video in which she accused me and her half brother of the things I also mentioned. Murder and kidnapping and shit. Oh, and she loves to call the police. If you ever need someone to call the police for you, she's the one you should ask.

Therapist: *sighs*

Therapist: And who is Phil?

MC: Argh, Phil is uninteresting. He’s an ordinary misogynist. Owns a bar. He got arrested once. And I suspect he might have killed the former bar owner. But nothing special.

MC: We also got Richy. Well, he's.. he's a very bad criminal, you know. Like, really bad. It's not his biggest strength. He was the one who actually kidnapped the girl, but he didn’t kill anyone. And he even changed his personality and became an old legend. He was shot once, no twice, but at the same time. Thanks to Richy, I know Dan’s good at shooting. And as teenagers he buried a dead body. That's why he became this old, ridiculous legend. And the body also takes us straight to Hannah.

MC: Hannah. Hannah is the kidnapped girl. Hannah is cute. She once fell in love with her half brother but she did not know he's her half brother so.. But she's to blame for the dead body. She borrowed a car from Richy one night even though she didn’t have a driver’s license. Well and then she unfortunately ran over a girl by car. As I said, no driver's license... Long story short: Richy and Hannah and another girl named Amy, who was also in the car, buried the body. Sometimes Hannah has problems with hallucinations, but it’s gotten better since Richy got caught. She thought she’d seen the man without a face. The old legend. But luckily, it was just Richy with a potato sack over his head.

Therapist: You mentioned the half brother of Hannah and Lilly several times now. Tell me about him.

MC: *giggling* Oh, he's my boyfriend. I love him with everything I have, you know. He's just as uninteresting as Phil. He hates Phil, he's very jealous, so please don't tell him I compared the two. But I can't really talk about him, you know. The FBI is watching me so I can't say much.

Therapist: FBI? Why that?

MC: Well, my boyfriend is a government-wanted hacker. And the FBI tries to catch him since several years. So, like I said, as uninteresting as Phil. But I’m relieved he’s a much better criminal than Richy.

Therapist: *about to scream*

+ bonus

Therapist: Can you wait here for a minute? I need to make a call I forgot, but it won’t take long.

MC: Sure, go ahead.

Therapist, in another room, calling: I urgently need a couple of ambulances and just as many white jackets!

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Omg I love the way you write for Sergio, can I request something angsty where Reader and Sergio are dating and she feels like someone been following her for weeks but she never told anyone and one day someone actually tried to harass her like she has a stalker and Sergio finds her crying at home so he gets all protective please? Thank you so much

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I am so glad you like my writing style! Of course I can write your request (: I am sorry this took me such a long time to post c': Thank you so much for your patience!! I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Anxiety Attack, Paranoia, Being Chased, and Suggestive Stalking.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙉𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚.

You tell yourself, "Come on, it's just your mind playing tricks on you," as you pick up the pace. You decided to get some fresh air and visit a neighborhood café for a cup of coffee and a snack. However, as you leave your car and cross the street to the cafe, you can't help but feel eyes on you once again. You try your very best to ignore the feeling by telling yourself that you are just being paranoid, but the unease didn't go away. Every time you left your house in the previous several weeks, whether it was to get the mail or go grocery shopping, you couldn't help but sense that someone was watching you. The eyes felt more like those of a predator, with you as its target, than like normal paparazzi seeking to obtain content. As you thought you could be overreacting, you were hesitant to tell Sergio Ramos about it. Yet, as this feeling grew stronger, you began to suspect that you aren't hallucinating.

You quickly cross the street after checking both directions. The familiar prickling sensation at the back of your neck, the sensation of being watched, returns. Even though you made an effort, it was difficult to shake off. As you quickly open the door to the cafe, you scan around to see if you recognize anyone, but all you see are random individuals going about their daily lives. You could not escape the impression that someone was following you even though there was nobody you could recognize. Your thoughts were plagued by it constantly, like a weight on your shoulders. As your thoughts start to stray, your pulse rate increases as you patiently wait in line. What if someone is really following me? What if they have bad intentions? What if today is the day they will come out of the shadows?, you think to yourself.

The employee interrupts your train of thinking with "Ma'am? ", leading you to look up. You flinch slightly at the sound of their voice and mumble a sorry before hastily approaching the cashier. "May I have one iced Americano with a pumpkin loaf?" She nods and puts everything in, and as you take out your wallet to retrieve your card, the employee says, "Well someone already paid for it so you don't have to worry!" As you heard this, your eyes widened. In order to not appear suspicious, you just gave the clerk a slight smile. "Can you tell me who it was? Just so I may personally thank them." "Sorry ma'am, I don't know," the cashier says while shaking their head. " Someone from the drive-through apparently noticed you and asked if they could pay for you."  You simply nod your head and proceed to the location where you will retrieve your items. You kept looking around, trying to spot anyone who might be watching you. You were wearing clothes to disguise yourself so that no one would notice you, including sunglasses, a cap, and a tracksuit, so you knew that someone pin-pointing you was not a coincidence.

You lightly bite the inside of your lower lip, deciding it would be best to just leave the cafe and return home as soon as possible. Since you had no idea which drink would be yours, you made sure to observe every employee make it, but just to be cautious, nothing was added. Your name is called a short while later, indicating that the employee is holding your order. You swiftly leave the store after saying a short thank you to the employee. As you exit, you take a drink of your iced americano and sigh slightly as the beverage's chilly sensation spreads throughout your body. To get back to your car, which is situated in a medium parking lot, you swiftly cross the street. You are ready to take another sip as you make your way to your car but stop yourself when you notice someone in all black pulling something out from under your vehicle. When you watch the person inspect what appears to be an airtag, your heart seems to skip a beat. They have been tracking your location this entire time. Accidentally stepping on a chip bag as you slowly start to back up causes the person to look up at you as soon as they hear the bag crumble. To prevent you from recognizing them, they are hiding their face with a ski mask. Five seconds pass before they start to run in your direction, which causes you to scream, hurl the coffee at them, and immediately run away from them. Running deeper into the parking lot was not the best course of action; rather, it would have been better to return to the coffee shop. Yet, your feet started to move before you had time to stop and consider. "Y/N, my sweetheart! HOW DID THE COFFEE GO? I HAD BEEN DYING TO MEET YOU AND I KNOW THIS IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE! ILL TREAT YOU SO GOOD MY LOVE" The person yells, prompting your adrenaline to skyrocket. By the way they spoke, this person appeared to be an obsessed stalker rather than someone who was trying to harm you. They kept gushing about how wonderful you are and how they would treat you so well. Running as rapidly as you could through the parking lot, you duck behind a car, trying to mask the sound of your labored breathing while doing so. The figure, who we now know to be a man, was likewise panting rapidly as he swung his head from side to side in an effort to find you. He turns and asks, "My Love, where did you go?" before running the other way. Thank goodness, he fled the other way, and as soon as you saw him go farther than you had been, you sprint to your car.

As soon as you got in your car, you sped off to your house. Should you have dialed 911? Definitely. But right now, all you wanted was to feel secure, and the only place you felt secure was at home. You drove while sternly fighting back the tears since you didn't want to endanger other drivers or yourself. The energy spike from the adrenaline has your entire body shaking, and it keeps doing so even after you go home.

You swiftly pull into your driveway, park the car, and enter your home. Your cheeks start to get wet as the tears that had been pleading to come out finally do. You raise your arms over your head and place your hands on top of your head as you hyperventilate, hoping that this will force air into your lungs. While you recall the events that happened, your mind feels like it is racing at 100 mph. You begin to reflect on all of your suspicions, believing that you were overreacting when, in fact, you were not. Your body continues to shiver as you pace back and forth, feeling increasingly nervous that the mysterious person is watching you in various ways. What if they hacked into your phone? What if there's actually a camera in your house right now? Your overthinking causes your head to pound, and you start crying because you're unsure of what to do. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you failed to see Sergio coming your way. Sergio was exercising in the gym room while wearing headphones, so he was oblivious to your entrance. He only became aware of your entrance when he noticed the mirror in the exercise room wobbling slightly as a result of you slamming the door. He removes his headphones, exits the room, and enters the living room while wearing only a pair of futebol shorts. He grinned broadly in anticipation of seeing the love of his life, but as soon as his eyes met yours, his smile vanished and he hurried to your side.

He frantically asks, "My love, what happened?!?" while placing his hands on your sides and bending slightly at the knees in an effort to look into your eyes. When you first saw him in front of you, you immediately embraced him and sobbed into his neck. He was sweaty, but you didn't mind because you just wanted to be near him. incredibly close. Sergio pulls you up by the thighs and walks  over to a neighboring couch. He reclines with you on his lap and gives you a comforting back rub. He waited patiently for the right moment since he knew that in the heat of the moment, it would be preferable to keep silent so you can calm down a bit. You start sniffing around ten minutes later when you eventually start to feel a little calmer. When Sergio notices that you are frowning, he lifts your head off his shoulder to look at your face. He asks calmly, "What happened, my love?," as he uses his thumb to dab the tears off of your now-red, tear-stained cheeks. " Promise not to get angry with me?," you murmur as you delicately bite your lip. "I could never be angry with you."  You give him a slight nod and slide from his lap to take a seat next to him. You started spilling every detail about what had been happening over the last few weeks as soon as you sat down next to him. Whether you check the mail, take your car to be washed, even just watering the garden in the front yard, etc…. you sense someone is watching you. And you just withheld the information from him because you were unsure of whether you were overreacting. You also explained how only when you are with him, and only him, do you ever feel secure.

Sergio's face became more enraged the more you expressed. You were aware that the unknown person was the target of the rage, not you. Sergio is a fiercely protective boyfriend who would stop at nothing to ensure the safety and well-being of you. His anger quickly flared up knowing that you felt threatened. He thinks about what he will do when he finds this man, including beating him until he is reduced to a pulp and forcing him to make apologies to you. How could anyone think they could love you more than he could? When it comes to providing you with the finest, he is the best.

He slowly gets to his feet, making you bite your bottom lip as you wait to see what he will do next. He is now the one who is pacing back and forth. "My love, I'm very sorry that I am unable to provide you with the comfort you may need at this time. I am beyond furious that this has happened to you. When you are not with me, I will hire full-time protection for you." He's starting to overreact now, so you say, "Babe," in an effort to attract his attention. "Well, you know what," he bellows as he continues to ramble, ignoring you. You'll always be with me since you're only comfortable when you are with me. I'll now make sure to always be by your side no matter what.” You call out, "Baby," once again in an effort to grab his attention. “I'll make sure you're able to attend all team practices and activities, or I won't play. Easy as that. Let me just fetch my phone and I'll figure it all out," he says, patting his shorts. After shouting "Baby!" a little louder and getting out of the chair, he eventually stops talking and turns to face you. You approach him and put your arms around his waist while giving him a little smile as you glance up at him in an attempt to calm him down. "How about we buy some Chinese food, cuddle on the couch, and ask Justin to get it for us?"  You give him those puppy dog eyes, trying to get him to agree to text one of the security guards you two already have, "We can talk about this tomorrow when we both are more clear in our heads."  Because of the anxiety episode you just experienced, your mind is clouded, and you can see that Sergio's mind is not in the proper state to be making decisions. Sergio's actions may have appeared possessive or controlling to an outsider, but you were aware that they were motivated by love and compassion. You were pleased to have him as your partner and appreciated his constant commitment to your safety and security.

He exhales, venting his irritation, and then nods in agreement with your suggestion. "Okay, but give me a minute to shower first. I'll text Justin before I enter so that maybe when I exit he will already be here." You give him a cheek kiss while standing on your tiptoes saying, "Thank you, baby."  You didn't want to panic over someone who was nowhere near you right now; all you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend. You will undoubtedly make a police report tomorrow, but for the moment, you only wanted to be with Sergio. He runs his hand through his hair and sighs, " Y/N…..You're going to be the death of me."

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Day One: Size Difference - Joel Miller

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WC: 6.1k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Mutual Pining. Smut. Unprotected PIV sex. Size Difference kink & Praise kink. (This one's on me, I can't help but include some sexy southern praises from Joel lmao) Reader is a little shy. Joel makes reader feel small and petite, no matter her actual size - he's just bigger than her in every way. AN: I didn't plan for this to be so long, but words just kept spilling and here we are 6k later haha. Enjoy my loves, this is only the first of many and I hope this kinktober was worth the wait <3

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You’ve never really considered yourself to be a small woman, sure there are people out there that are taller than you and there are people out there who are shorter than you as well, but you haven’t really put much thought about your height until you came across a man named Joel Miller. 

He, compared to you, feels like a giant. He isn’t a giant of course, but just standing beside him and having to bend your neck slightly to look up into his dreamy brown eyes says something. There are other people here in Jackson who are mighty tall too, Jesse or Eugene for example, but they don’t make you feel small like the way Joel Miller does. Oh no.

There’s something else different about him that makes you feel small, something intimidating… sexually intimidating. When you’re around Joel, you actually become aware of the size difference, all of the size differences actually. His hands are much larger than yours, his shoes are huge, arms beefed out with muscles that make yours look pathetic, calves, thighs and back are also beefed out with muscles over twenty years worth of keeping fit, but his chest is most impressive. 

You’ve caught a glimpse of Joel without a shirt once and that image was burned into your memory forever. He's hairy, enough that you’ve thought about running your fingers through, strong and wide chested which has caught you off guard multiple times now, especially in close quarter situations where you feel like you're being caged in by the man.

You’d give anything to hug him, to really hug him, like sit in his lap and let his arms wrap around you. Arguing with yourself that it’s just his rugged handsomeness and quiet exterior that you're drawn to, you’ve come to the conclusion after your most recent encounter with the man that it’s actually his size difference that's driving you crazy the most.

Your most recent encounter with Joel almost caused you to embarrass yourself and reveal your little crush on him, but thankfully due to his oblivious and carefree nature, he didn’t take notice and you were safe. It happened on a group patrol last week when Joel was showing you the ins and outs.

He was showing you how to properly approach seemingly empty buildings and search the place, then he showed you how to make use of your supplies and weapons judging on the size or quantity of infected. If there is just one, you take it out with a knife, if there are more, use fire effectively to kill multiple at once, and lastly, if it’s a bloater, use everything you’ve got or get out of there. 

Everything was going great and you were learning a lot, until things took a turn for the worst when you entered a small block of apartments. The group split up in pairs to search the building thoroughly and when there was a bloater in one of the apartments that Joel noticed before you did, he grabbed your arm before you could alert your position and pulled you back to the wall. 

The manoeuvre was just to prevent you from making a grave mistake, although the stance he took and held over you was throwing you completely off balance. Both of you were wearing masks to protect yourselves against the spores, the building was dark and dusty, but in that moment with both of Joel’s hands placed to the wall behind your head, his large and broad chest in your face, it couldn’t be any more clear for you that it was his size difference that turns you on. 

It turned you right there and then, especially when he placed his thumb and forefinger to your chin, tilting your head back to look up into his eyes so he could ask if you were okay. A faint breathy moan is what escaped your lips in reply. A subtle nod of your head answered his question before he looked away, thankfully right before your legs squeezed together. He didn’t notice then how aroused you were, and he isn’t around right now to see how aroused you are again just thinking about it. 

The man took you out of there quickly, then proceeded to take a few others from the group who had more experience back into the block of apartments to kill the bloater. You heard the commotion from outside, hoped and prayed that everything went smoothly and when they all emerged unharmed, you asked Joel for extra help. You wanted to be at their level of fighting skills, to be one of the people that he can call on should a situation like this ever arise again. 

However, today is the day you planned to meet up with him and undergo some one-on-one lessons, and although you're nervous as hell to be around him since last week's incident, you need to learn how to fight as well as he and others in Jackson do. You’re a part of this community now, have been for the last year, and it’s time now to learn everything that you should have long ago. 

Before you found Jackson, you were in another group that did things very differently, which ultimately caused their demise in the end. They taught you to always take the stealthy approach, sneak around the infected and slip by unnoticed, which you did exceptionally well, however it was because of this fighting technique that resulted in the surrounding area of their camp becoming more and more crowded with infected until they eventually closed in. 

And before you found that camp, your mother and father had always protected you. They still try to even now, but their age is catching up with them and it’s just another reason for you to make a change. A few weeks after they called it quits with patrols - or in other words, they retired - you joined up to the group patrols, thus bringing you here now as you make your way over to Joel’s house. 

Thankfully, it's the beginning of summer so it’s not too cold or too hot just yet, though in a few weeks you know it’s going to be sweltering and your choice of clothing today is purely practical; shorts and a vest - perfect for the task ahead and weather all around.

While you may have accidentally put on a pair of clothes that are one size small, they actually fit rather well, but are tight in specific areas - areas that you want Joel to notice. You wouldn’t normally opt for this type of clothing if you were going beyond the walls, but since Joel detailed that your first lesson will be held in his backyard, you figured it wouldn’t cause much of a problem to wear more of a skin revealing outfit.

Besides, you’ve passed at least three or four people wearing shorts and vests just like yourself on your way to his house. You know it won’t be a problem, you’re just getting inside of your own head because you’re hoping it will grab his attention and that's what's causing you to overthink.

Reaching his home after a leisurely stroll, you stop at the base of his porch steps and take a minute to calm down your anxiousness. He’s just a guy that you have a crush on, how problematic can it be to learn an important thing or two from him about fighting off infected?

I’m fussing over nothing. You conclude with your inner voice then climb the stairs with some newfound confidence. Knocking on his door three times, you wait a few moments before hearing him calling for you to just come inside. “Hey, it’s just me.” You call out, even though you know he is expecting you, it’s just to be well mannered and all. 

When he yells back, reporting that he’s in the backyard, you make your way through the laundry room and out the back door, bracing for his look of disgust that never came. Joel wasn’t even looking at you or your outfit, he was too busy assorting three long planks of wood on the table top, stacking them up on top of each other. On the grass below lay a whole mess of wood shavings and wood blocks. “Hi.” You greet him again, this time with a small wave. 

“Morning. You’re a little early, Y/N. Let me finish up here, then we’ll get started.” He speaks with an authoritative tone, which makes you yearn to hear him say other, more sexual things, in an authoritative tone of voice. Snapping out of your drooling, you remember your manners and move towards him, offering your help. “Is there anything I can do… With whatever this is that you’re doing?” 

“It’s just wood.” Joel chuckles softly before finally standing up straight to look at you. He brings a hand up to block the sun from his eyes and you fight the urge to smile when seeing his eyes dart down your body for a split second, no disgust, but he does quickly avert his gaze and asks. “I was gonna to sand down the blocks. You actually wanna help with that?”

“Sure.” You shrug, nodding. “Doesn’t look too complicated.” 

“Alright then.” Joel chuckles again, which sounded more of a scoff this time, as if he couldn't believe that you actually wanted to help. Turning away from you, he heads into his garden shed to retrieve something then comes back out holding two large duffle bags filled with tools. After rifling through one of them, he hands you a pair of gloves then a sandpaper holder. “Soften the surfaces with this and take your time with it too, I don’t want any splinters.” 

“Okay.” You chirp with optimism and ignore his belittling attitude before starting with the closest block of wood. It was a large cut, probably a weight you would struggle to lift whereas Joel would have no problem with it, and seeing as though it was just laying on the grass, you just knelt down instead of attempting to pick it up.

After putting your gloves on, you start sanding down each surface carefully while noticing the way Joel kept looking over to you in the corner of your eyes. You hoped that he was stealing glances of those areas of your body that were accentuated with your tight clothes, but he was actually just checking that you were doing your task properly.

It sucks that he doesn't seem interested, but at least now you know for sure and you can move on from your silly little crush. Which means you can stop making an effort to look good in front of him too. Kneeling to the floor properly now without a care of how you look, you rest your weight on your heels and focus on the block of wood, tilting it over to sand each new ragged face until it is smooth.

You’ve heard about Joel and his workshop, about how he crafted a couple handmade guitars for some of the residents and it makes you wonder if he’s using these blocks for something else. You fail to see how he can make a guitar out of a square block, it’s too chunky and definitely not long enough, but maybe he could make one of those other guitars, the littles ones. 

“Hey, what are those little guitars called again, I forgot?” You ask after trying to remember the name of them, but to no avail. When there was no answer from Joel, you thought that maybe he didn’t remember either. "Oh, Ukulele. That's it." You tut to yourself upon remembering the name, though there was still no answer from Joel.

Turning to look at him, curious as to what has him so occupied that he can't answer you, it becomes quite clear when you witness him quickly look away with a sigh, acting like the planks of wood were hard work for him to move around. They weren't, he wasn't even moving them - Joel was staring at your ass.

So, he did take notice of the clothes after all. You say to yourself silently, wondering how you could make use of your outfit to get more reactions out of him. Leaning forward very subtly, you play it off like you needed a better angle to sand the wood block and the sound of him clearing his throat was victorious. It was more of a choked grunt catching in his throat, which gave you the confidence to push some more with your teasing tactics. 

Spreading your legs apart just a little, acting as if your thighs were sore from sitting in the position, you arch your back too and it worked beautifully as Joel drops his hand to readjust himself. Thankfully the strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes kept him from noticing that you could see him clearly easing the ache in his crotch.

You wanted to laugh so bad. It was amusing knowing he is struggling, but you kept on with your poker face and wore an expression of focus while you work. A few moments later though, you stop to straighten your back and wipe the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand.

“Phew!” You huff, fanning your vest shirt to circulate the air around your flushed skin. It’s hot today, and although you’re mostly working up a sweat from the consistent back and forth action of sanding wood, you’re also working up a sweat because of Joel as he, too, was feeling the heat.

Moisture was gathering on his forehead and there was a thin damp trail lining the back of his shirt, the sight sexy to look at each time he turned his back to you. All you wanted right there and then is see his top half naked again, the memory of it in your mind isn’t enough, thus causing you to sigh with need.

“You know, if yer need a drink all yer gotta do is just ask.” Joel offers, his tone coming across a tad frustrated. Gee, I wonder why? Laughing on the inside, you look over to him, still fanning your vest - which you noticed him drop his eyes to look at - then replied. “Okay then. I’d like a drink please, Joel.” 

With a curt nod in reply, he removes his gloves and sets them down on the table top before heading inside the house. You hear the tap running and glasses clinking, but there was a long pause after the tap was turned off and when the man came back outside, your first immediate thought when seeing him was, ‘oh shit, he knows’. 

Joel came back outside, shirtless, holding a glass of water in each hand and instead of just handing one over to you like any normal, sane person would, he decided to kneel down to the grass beside you first, maintaining your eye contact, then handed it over.

Taking the glass from him with wide eyes, you know for a fact that he is doing this purposely to get back at you simply because of the way the corners of his lips twitch. He was fighting back the urge to smile and laugh. You probably look like a deer in the headlights to him and he thinks it’s funny.

You can’t even say that you’re angry about it either because you wanted to see him shirtless again and goddammit does he look good right now. Especially when he takes a drink of water, the droplets rolling down his sharp chin then down his tanned, muscled neck ever so slowly like he was advertising some beer commercial. 

Watching his adams apple bob with each gulp he took and licking your lips with your dirty thoughts, you now fight an urge to let your eyes drop to where you want to look most. His chest and stomach were so close to you, so large and tempting to reach out and touch, but you can’t do that. It would be wrong and certainly overstepping his boundaries. 

Instead, you look away and take a drink of water, to coat your dry mouth after staring at him for so long, however his proximity to you was still so close and you could still see him the corner of your eyes. The hairs in between his pecs, or the little trail of hairs over his belly button, leading into his jeans, the strong muscular veins in his hands and forearms. It didn’t matter that you looked away because you could still see everything. 

“I need to use your bathroom.” Standing from the floor upon feeling lightheaded and dizzy, Joel stood up from the floor too and it just made everything worse. He’s so fucking tall, your head is level with his brawny man boobs, and you would even go as far as saying they’re bigger than yours, though his are purely made of strength, whereas yours is made up of fleshy tissue. “Where do I go?” You ask, diverting your attention back to the original task which is to step away for a moment and catch your breath, otherwise he’ll be picking you up off the floor very soon.

“Go inside, out the laundry room then it’s the door to your left.” Nodding to him, you manage to whisper a small thankyou before your legs quickly carry you inside his house. You’re a mess, a soaking wet mess and you can feel it dampening your underwear. All that confidence you had just a few moments ago vanished and you need to get yourself together. 

Finding the bathroom and taking a whole minute to cool off, your cheeks were blushing red and your chest was on fire, still worked up over his actions just now. After finishing off your glass of water, you filled it up again in his sink and exited the room while gulping back the substance to drown your nerves.

Why does he make me feel so nervous? And why the hell do I love it?! You argue with yourself internally, completely bypassing the man sitting on the stairs as you walk past - until he speaks. “What’s the matter, darlin’?” He asks seductively, causing you to choke with surprise.

Turning quickly, you puff out a heavy breath of air from the shock of his voice and lean against the banister, lifting your arm to wipe away the water that had escaped your lips. “Jesus, you startled me.” You scoff, to which Joel responds by lifting his hand to rub your chin, wiping away the water you had missed.

Gasping from the action, he now allows himself to fully smirk and drags his thumb across your bottom lip, crooking one brow. “You sound so pretty when you choke.” I’m dreaming, right? This isn’t real, I passed out in the bathroom and this is a dream...

Panicking with your inside voice, your heart was practically leaping out of your chest with his thumb gently pulling your bottom lip down, as if he were opening your mouth. If you felt sexually intimidated by him before, then he has just cranked it up a few notches and blown off the Richter scale. You felt a flood of arousal rush straight to your core - again! Which was causing your thighs to squeeze together - which he most certainly noticed this time, and laughed at. He actually just laughed at you.

“Don’t yer think I’ve noticed what you’ve been doin’?” Dropping his arm now and tilting his head to the side, mockingly, he narrows his eyes. “Wearing those clothes? Moaning to me and squeezing your legs together just now and last week? Or staring at me for long periods of time, hm? Didn’t think I caught on to that, did you babydoll?” He bites his lip, then smirks once more. 

“Oh God.” You whisper under your breath, gulping back air as your mouth becomes dry yet again. Joel definitely knows, and not just about you deciding to wear these clothes today, but he knows about your crush… about everything.

“No, I’m far from God-” He chuckles whilst shaking his head. “Just call me by my name, unless you’d prefer to moan it, darlin’.” 

“Took y-you long enough t-to notice.” You stutter, finally breaking your silence by backchatting. You found just enough confidence to reply to Joel after feeling so taken aback by his tone and attitude with you. It’s sexy as hell and you want more of it, but you also want to be bold and sexy for him too.

“Yeah, well I had to make sure first, didn’t I?” He retaliates, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he shakes his head at you, as if he was annoyed but his smile said otherwise.

Joel likes your attempt at back chatting, though you felt embarrassed for stuttering, just seeing him so amused gave you some courage, and besides, he has just said that he had to make sure - meaning he has known about your crush for a while and was making sure his suspicions are correct before making a move, therefore… He must like me too.

Coming to a realization with that thought, your silence certainly wasn’t helping and you quickly replied. “And to make sure of what exactly?” Shrugging your shoulders, you feign innocence to the man like you have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about, hoping he would express his thoughts into words. “Enlighten me, Joel.” 

“I wanted to make sure that the things I was noticing about you were correct.” He clarifies, then pauses for a second to find the right words upon seeing your disappointment. You wanted more from him, to really hear him get dirty with that mouth of his, and he knows it too.

Joel can visually see what you want without a need for words, the man is good at surveying people and he’s had some time surveying you. Lifting his hand, he beckons you closer with a finger, which you do for him without protest, and your heart still beats fast, panties drenched once again and chest still burning a blaze, but right now, you would do anything he asks of you.

Standing in front of him, just between his legs, the position he was sitting in put his face level with yours and his big dreamy eyes darkened as he whispers. “I wanted to make sure that you really wanted me and it wasn’t just a harmless little crush. That’s why it took me so damn long, darlin’ because..." He pauses, eyes roaming the expanse of your face with a genuine smile on his lips. "Because everything will change between me and you, and I want to be certain that it's what you want."

Nodding, you couldn’t find the words to reply even if you wanted to. You’re so close to him, so close to bringing your dreams into a reality. You’ve pleasured yourself thinking about this, thinking about being caged in by his big strong arms, your cheek resting on his chest as he fucks you until stars appear behind your eyes. You can physically feel the pulse in your nether regions, that’s how desperate you are to let Joel take you right here, right now, but he needs to hear you express your thoughts into words too.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll work on that confidence of yours.” He leans in closer, bringing a thumb up to your bottom lip again. “Now, I did my part y/n, so you gotta do yours and tell me what I need to hear before we go any further - what is it that you want from me?” He asks simply, a clear and simple question; leaving the door open for you to let yourself in - it’s an invitation. 

The control is in your hands right here, right now. You could lie to him and say he has got it all wrong, that you��re not interested, but then you would be lying to yourself too. Joel is giving you a choice because you know just by looking in his eyes that he isn’t going to let you go until he’s satisfied with his pleasurable treatment for you. And you want it, you absolutely want his pleasurable treatment. 

“I want you.” Is what you say in a breathy moan. Eyes feeling heavy and love drunk, you inhale shakily when feeling his thumb push past your lips. “I need you, Joel.” You clarify, giving him more confirmation, more control. Your eyes close now when feeling the pad of his thumb on your tongue, sealing your lips around him with a suckling bite, he hums deeply with a contented sigh, pleased with your responses. 

“Oh, that's a good girl, y/n.” Joel growls a praise, his voice heavy with desire and need. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear, but now you gotta open those eyes for me.”

Doing as he says, you open your eyes and moan at the dark wanton expression on his face. It’s feral, wild. “Atta girl.” Joel praises you again, and it never occurred to you how much you needed to hear him say it before. No one else could hold the power he does in a simple praise.

Suddenly, his thumb on your tongue pushes down, a directional signal for you to kneel and you do. Carefully falling to your knees, your hands land on his thighs to hold yourself steady, to keep you tethered to reality with what’s about to come. Joel removes his thumb and leans back to unbuckle his belt, which is where you now become fully aware of his exceptionally large bulge showing through the fabric of his jeans.

You’ve wondered about his size on many occasions now, wondered if he is large in length or girth, or both, and you’re about to find out. Looking up into his eyes, the man grunts a heavy groan at your expression. “Fuck! You look so pretty on your knees for me, darlin’.”

Working faster to release his cock from the confines of his clothes, lifting his hip up off the step to pull down his jeans and boxers, you watch in awe as his sizable cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. It's big, much bigger than you expected.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna fit sweetheart.” Joel chuckles after seeing your eyes widen. The tip of his cock reaches his belly button, but the length isn’t what made your eyes widen, it's the girth of him. You know just by looking at his dick that you’d struggle to wrap your fingers around him, and just thinking about him entering you makes you wince. “Hey.” He calls for you, pulling your attention back to his eyes with reassurance. “We have all night, doll and we'll both take our time, okay?”

"Okay." Gulping, you nod to him and push past your initial fear. Of course Joel would be big here too, he’s big everywhere else, and it was silly of you to think he would have an average or below average sized cock. There’s nothing average about him. Not even his balls, which look like they would fit nicely in the palm of your hand. 

After seeing his thighs tense with need, your own curiosity and desire was growing too impatient and you reached out to cup his sac. “Oh fuck.” He gasps from the contact. Leaning back and spreading his legs apart, you take advantage of the room he was giving you and move between his thighs, already feeling surrounded by him. 

You squeeze his thigh with your other hand while placing an experimental kitten lick along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. He twitches, balls pulling up in your hand with the sexiest sounds escaping his lips. His moans were praising your actions, therefore giving you a boost of confidence.

“Joel.” You whisper his name, to which he lifts his head and looks down his body, directly into your eyes. “Gotta keep those eyes open for me.” You smirk, using his own words against now before leaning in and sealing your lips around the tip of his cock.

"Oh, you're a naughty woman." The man grunts through his struggles to keep his eyes open, but no matter how stubborn as he is, he keeps them open for you, watching and living in the moment of you sucking the tip of him softly with skill. Joel knew under all of that shyness there was a impressive, sexy and experienced woman.

After wondering how much you can take, you bury him inside your mouth until it becomes too much, which is more than halfway. And although you felt proud to take that much inside, you wanted to impress him and take more, to be able to bury your nose into the hairs on his mound and sound so pretty for him choking on his cock. You heard Joel loud and clear earlier, he enjoyed hearing you choke on your water and you know now that he was picturing you choking on his length instead. 

“I may need your help.” You blurt when releasing him. Removing your hand from his thigh, you wrap it around the base of him and rotate your wrist. “You’re too big for my mouth Joel, it won’t fit.” You tease with a smile, growing more and more confident with each passing second before opening your mouth once more and taking him inside again. 

“Oh, it will.” He growls, digging his feet into the floor for leverage. “I’ll help you make it fit, doll - trust me."

Moaning when he places his hand to the back of your head, you didn’t know what you liked most, the feeling of his large cock inside of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, or the fact that his hand is about the size of your head and takes very little for him to hold. The man doesn’t even need to use your hair when pushing you down, burying himself a little deeper and groaning at the sound of you gagging around him, he could keep you in this position if he wanted to, make you choke for air as his cock takes up every inch of space in your throat, yet he didn’t. 

Instead, Joel found a comfortable rhythm that benefits you both for his sake of pleasure and your ability to breathe, though whether it be guilt or desire that you aren’t receiving anything, he carefully sat up and slipped his hand down your vest top, holding your soft plump breast in his hand. You went with the latter as that quickly became too little for Joel and he yanked the straps of your vest and bra down, revealing one side of your chest completely for him to caress in the way he really wanted to. 

“Hm, sensitive aren’t they?” He mocks as you moan around him, feeling him pinch your nipples. Rolling the bud around, he removes his hand for a second and you watch as he licks the tip of his fingers before returning to circle your bud with his spit. You can physically feel your nipples begin to harden, growing more and more sensitive to every little touch he gives.

Multitasking must be one of Joel’s strong suits as he continues to push your head down on his cock while fondling your breast in a way that uses pleasure to distract the discomfort in your jaw, however just as you begin to feel his balls pull up in your hand and clearly hear him moaning from above, nearing his peak, he abruptly pushes you back with a ragged inhale. “No, not yet, darlin’...your turn.” 

Leaning down and planting his lips on yours in a fervent, heated kiss, Joel pulls down your vest shirt all the way, along with your bra. You then gasp when he hooks his fingers inside your shorts to pull them down, though he left your panties on.

“Joel.” You manage to moan out his name when he wraps his arms around your lower back. It made you feel small and you loved it - loved how the sheer size of him made you feel smaller than what you actually are.

Holding onto his shoulders when he leans back, pulling you with him, the man had no issue whatsoever with wrapping your legs around his waist to stand up and walk up the stairs with you held in his arms. Still feeling small, you also felt as light as a feather until Joel had to stop a couple times just to focus on kissing your lips. 

You initially thought it was because you were heavy in his arms, but that simply wasn’t the case. He just couldn’t focus on walking while your tongue tangled with his, causing him to push you up against the wall and grunt into your mouth. You were the one making him dizzy now. You were causing him to lose focus and become wild with need. 

The man couldn’t wait any longer once he reached the top of the stairs and entered the nearest room to sit you down on a bench. The cool surface sends waves of unexpected pleasure through your body, but when he yanks your hips towards him and rolls his hips into you, it damn near sends you over the edge. “Fuck!” You whine, feeling the desperation radiating from him.

Breaking the kiss, he looks down your body and swipes a finger up your panties, completely slick with your desire. “You know…” He chuckles softly while toying with your underwear, teasing you. “It was hard not to take you last week in that apartment building. When you moaned?” Shaking his head at you, he bites his lip and circles your clit through the fabric. “I was certain then that you wanted me, but the moment wasn’t safe, darlin’, otherwise I would have fucked you against the wall right there and then.” 

“Well, we’re safe now.” You whisper. Mouth falling open with a gasp when he slips his fingers inside your panties and teases your entrance.

“We are indeed, babydoll.” Nodding, Joel whispers in agreement that the moment is right. It is safe now, there’s no infected around, no doubts lingering in his mind and there’s nothing stopping him anymore. 

“What are you waiting for then?” You ask, feeling the pad of his finger dragging up and down your slit, but not actually touching the areas you want most. His actions worked beautifully in making you yearn for more - he was making you desperate and needy.

“Nothing. Just enjoying the way your pussy reacts to my touch.” Joel smiles, a sweet sinister smile as he continues to not give you what you want. You know he’s doing that to draw a reaction out of you, to make you plead for him, and you do plead because you are too desperate. 

“Please, Joel.” You whimper, then jolt against him when he circles your clit. By now, you had soaked his hand, you could feel him rubbing his fingers together and just loving the way you’re gushing for him. You quiver and pulse around nothing, the muscles beginning to form an ache that needs to be caressed. Only on a handful of occasions have you managed to cause yourself a painful ache in your cunt by waiting too long to satiate your sexual needs, but Joel is doing that right now and knows he’s doing it - he knows your cunt is physically aching to be filled.

“Please, what?” He smirks while pressing his forehead to yours and pulling your panties to one side. Joel notches the tip of himself at your entrances and you instantly clench again, the action making him grow impatient now as he asks again. “Please what, Y/N? C’mon doll, tell me what I need to hear, then I’ll give it to yer.” 

“I want you inside of me, Joel.” You speak honestly, not caring how shameful and pathetic you sound. “I want you to fuck me right here, make me feel good and cry your name. Please, Joel, just stop teasing me and give it to me.” You sob and gasp, gripping at his forearms as he takes his sweet time by breaching your entrance. 

“Nnugh!” Joel whimpers, his teeth gritting from the tightness of your canal. Eyes closing to relish every passing second of him pushing inside, the first thrust is always the most enjoyable and the man just simply wanted to drag it out as long as possible. He’s slow, beautifully fucking slow with his actions, making you feel every vein, ridge and inch until he finally bottoms out with his balls literally pressed against your ass. 

“God dammit.” Grunting from the constriction around him, he lowers his forehead to your shoulder and breathes through the powerfully pleasurable sensation. “So much better than I dreamed, darlin’. You’re so warm.” His broken voice croaks into your neck.

“Joel, please - move.” You beg after a few moments adjusting to his size. It felt a little uncomfortable at first, he is bigger than your previous partners, but now that you relax around him, the pleasure rises with insatiable need. You feel so full, completely full in the most beautiful way. Joel hooks his arms under your legs then lifts you off the counter with ease, just emphasising even more how strong he is.

Using the globes of your ass for leverage, he begins lifting you up, leaving only the tip of him inside before sinking you back down again, still keeping to a beautifully slow pace. You tilt your head and rest your cheek to his shoulder, breathing broken moans into his neck while taking every grinding thrust he gives. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the size of him was pleasing and breath-taking, exhausting. 

“Fuck. Keep squeezing me, babydoll.” Joel babbles, then buries his face into your neck again, this time planting kisses to your skin. Only after he had marked up your neck with a satisfying amount of love bites, he then kissed your lips, swallowing all your mewling whimpers.

Opening your eyes upon feeling him toss his head back with a grunting moan of your name, you look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of yourself in a full body mirror by the door and the sight pushes you over the edge. Joel made you look petite, holding you in his mighty strong arms, while fucking you senseless.

His size difference is what drove you to orgasm.

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The Apothecary Diaries Anime Review

Spoilers Included...

I got pulled into this anime mainly cause I kept seeing these hot pictures of Master Jinshi that were all over Tumblr. Anyways I looked into it and it was a chinese era in the game and normally I'm not pulled to much of anything chinese however this one pulled me in, who knows maybe it was because it was in japanese or because Jinshi being so attractive that I stuck with it.

That being said this show was sweet, sometimes seductive, and funny. The way Jinshi hid a secret from everyone and every woman wanted him however he had no interest in them until he met Moamoa then his mindset changed, probably because she was the first woman to not fall over themselves to be with him. That being said the show is about them two overcoming the ins and outs of their life near the palace as well as how they both blend so well. This is a very slow bun romance. Even by the end of the show you see he is madly in love with her but she is still trying to figure herself out and his actions because she doesn't understand love well she was brought up in whats practically a whore house by a father who wasn't hers and a mother that wasn't in the picture but tried to kill her.

As time goes on you see how he first starts by picking on her like a school boy that has a crush on a girl to a man who actually deeply cares about her. She is an apothecary so she test tastes thing for poison which is really weird cause she enjoys it. At first he is intrigued by this but after he starts caring he will do anything in the world to get the poison out of her system so nothing happens to her. His flirty nature is so hot but she shuts him down over and over again sometimes without even trying. He even has a jealous streak when he sees her talking to another man, he pouts like a spoiled child.

She really is a beautiful girl so much so the moment he first sees her dressed up he loses the ability to breathe. I mean seriously he sees her walking towards him with all her sisters who are practically whores and he notices none of them but her and they have alot of cleavage showing, thats when you know this man is gone he sees no woman but her. So much so that when he realizes other men are checking her out he is one who wants to cover her up so no one can see her but him like that. Its rather adorable to watch Jinshi lose his mind over her she makes him feel things he never has before and not even like its on purpose from her.

They really are the cutest together and I love the shut down comments she makes to him at times. Like later it can get annoying since you know he is in love but in the beginning she kicks his ego down a couple notches which he does need it makes him way more humble too. However his jealousy is the icing on the cake he can't handle it and it drives him insane he wants to be the center of her attention always. He is like a needy child and can be very clingy but its what makes us love Jinshi.

The moment when she finds out there is to be someone killed and she runs into the building even after being beaten by the guards to save him is one endearing part. They are both confused to see each other there since its for royalty and no one know his secret that its what he is posing. He caries her out of the building all the way to care you could so tell in this moment if you didn't see it any time before he was so in love with her it hurt him to see her like this. The rest of the season after this he is always checking on her to make sure since she breaks her stitches several times.

Now lets take a moment to notice how beautiful this man is, like damn he is a seductive man with a flirtiness about him but he is even drawn sexy. I love every angle of this man I sure wouldn't kick him out of bed.

He got drunk one night and she fell off a wall on to him but it didn't take long before he had pulled her in flushed and asked her if he could hold her a little longer as tears formed in his eyes. He has a loneliness about him but to be next to her to be close like this is what he wants so much that this was the only way he knew hot to express it, of course she didn't understand. She has always been independent cause she has to be but his vulnerability is so sincere.

The way he looks at her he is so smitten and he really does care when she tells him about her childhood and being sold and raised in a whore house. He wants to take her way from that so much so he pays for her freedom. The sweetest indirect kiss was at this part when he touched her lips then kissed that same place on his fingers while she looked on shocked.

The ending was sweet but also frustrating in the whole show you only got one kiss and it was the indirect one, you also knew he was madly in love with her but you didn't truly know how she felt. Don't get me wrong in the manga it tells you they will end up together but its a long drawn out path with alot of ups and downs. However she is the only woman he has ever loved and ever will. It will be great to read about it but I'm afraid if its long and drawn out that just means we will get another season if we do with alot of cock blocks to never get a kiss again that or the last episode one. This is a super slow burn show but so worth the watch whether you like them together, you love drooling over Jinshi or just the comedy in general. The sadist thing is you get to find out at the very end that her father didn't know about her and he was madly in love with her mom who went mad after poisoning herself.

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[haileymunson]

random steve headcanons

steve harrington x reader

a/n: NSFW under da cut baddies *mwah* hope you enjoy!

sfw:

when he worked at scoops ahoy he’d buy you ice cream if you came while he worked and would make you your favorite ice cream after his shift when you picked him up

when he worked at the video store, despite him constantly getting distracted he’ll let you wander around the store and find movies the top of you can watch

if you love going to parties obviously he’s taking you to all of them. if you don’t, he has no problem leaving them early or not going to them at all, as long as you at least pop in to the bigger ones

his friends from season 1 were huge jerks, and after the events of season 1 and him graduating, he doesn’t talk to them anymore

he would consider Nancy, Eddie, and Robin his friends. is a little uncomfortable and uneasy around Johnathan but will be respectful

he will 100% give you his sweaters and jackets and hoodies. they fit you like a dress and he swoons seeing you wear his clothes

if the both of you met before he graduated, you didn’t really know him but he kind of knew you around. you didn’t really appreciate his attitude and the shitty people he hug around

if you met after he graduated he’s definitely a lot nicer and more courteous. he isn’t a huge jerk and even though he has a track record of many ladies he’s been with, seeing and getting to know you somehow made him want you to be his forever and last girl he was with

late night drives listening to popular 70s-80s songs, drive ins where he’s probably coaxing you to make out with him, as bad as you actually want to see the movie, cute mall dates in his uniform (the scoops ahoy uniform >>>>>>)

as he is a fan of the ladies, this man can be very charismatic and charming

romantic candlelit dinners, cute walks near the lake and maybe listening to soft music while at lovers lake ;)

reading books or watching the movies you rented while cuddling and holding hands

he takes you to fairs and wins you a buttload of stuffed animals, rides all of the big rides with you, gets you whatever you want to eat but not too much or you’ll throw up, and takes you on the ferris wheel as the both of you watch the fireworks if y’all are there on the fourth of july

imagine him being nervous to meet your parents for the first time, so the first time he sneaks in your house you can hear him throwing pebbles on you window and he’s outside your window with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand

going to the park together and after a good picnic, he brings you home while giving you a piggyback ride and joyfully singing the lyrics to your favorite songs together

if you go to college or you’re both still in high school, he’ll leave you cute and motivational messages in your lunch, your textbooks, or your notes (literally anywhere he’ll know you’ll see it)

cute slow mornings together with his pretty brown hair sprawled all over either of your pillows, slowly starting the morning with slow pecks and gentle cuddling and brushing your teeth and getting ready together

as i said he can be charismatic and charming, but his dad jokes are out of the world corny yet he manages to make you laugh anyways

is the type to hold your hold and touch a part of your body during a conversation, and also can be very attentive and focused on what you’re saying if you’re talking about something important or rambling

loves when you play with his hair and in general your hands in his hair makes him melt

if you like high school steve, going to his basketball games and cheering him on while he looks for you in the crowd, blowing you a kiss and giving you a wink when he finds you

i feel like homie’s love languages are gift giving, touch, and quality time

loves when you hold his face with your hands and kiss him passionately and vice versa

it’s rare when he feels insecure or not confident, but when the time comes you’re always there to reassure him and tell him how much you love him. as for when you feel insecure, he’s the exact same way except things usually end sexually lol

gets really angry and hostile when someone tries to insult you or talk bad about you. will fight anyone who tries to defy or look down on you

he’s cute when he wants to be, and when he is he notices little quirks and things about you

want to memorize every curve, every mole, every freckle, every stretch mark and everything about and on you

even though you might know share the same interests, he’ll make it his mission to be as interested and try his best to understand whatever it is that brings you joy since you do the same with him

he’ll try to whisper jokes to you while in lectures or class

he’ll walk you to your classes and pick you up / drop you home

if you’re in high school or college, the both of you will do homework together and study together. if you can’t be together neither of you have a problem with staying on the phone for hours together studying

speaking of studying together……;)

nsfw:

he’s a dom. argue with your muva.

is a soft!dom

king of aftercare BYE

holds hands with you in missionary or while making out

can be rough, soft, passionate, or lazy

CONSENT KING, literally will not do anything unless he’s asked you and he knows it’s okay for him to do

^ despite him being a head pusher once he’s comfortable with you and knows your limits ofc

pull his hair pls and thank yew

is a humongous tease buy lordt don’t tease him because he’ll make you regret it with the most insane back shots

inforces a no pants rule when you move in together

loves to give you praise

“you look so fucking good baby,” “fuck just like that princess,” “such a good girl for me,” “you like that?,” “i want to make you feel so good baby,” “just like that babygirl don’t you dare fucking stop,” “come ‘ere,” “you’re so fucking pretty baby,” “don’t hide from me princess i wanna see your face when you come,” “you can take me baby,” “I love the way you look when i’m inside you”

and loves to hear you praise him

“am i doing good baby?,” “right there? you want me to fuck you right there?,” “you want it like that, huh?,” “do i make you feel good baby?,” “how do you want it love, tell me,” “you want me to keep fucking you?”

lowkey i’m not sure if he’d be into threesomes or sharing you. he’s very overprotective and doesn’t like sharing

late night car sex in his car because why not lol

definitely took you to lovers lake to make love to you lol

likes to experiment

is definitely into quickies but loves to take his time with you

would die if you asked him to let him fuck your throat

you would die if he asked you to sit on his face

likes when you mark him up with your nails and with hickies

loves to give you hickies all over your thighs, breasts, and neck

gives the best head HOLY-

his soft lips and insatiable tongue are a deadly combo

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Kuai Liang nsfw headcanons (strap in y'all I have THOUGHTS and none of them are in the bible)

Kuai Liang has to dom every time, he cannot give up control at all.

he also Really likes to edge his partner, he can go for hours doing that until they (usually Hanzo) is a crying, pleading mess

Has a praise kink, similarly to Kung Lao's, he just really likes to make his partner moan, especially if he can make them feel so good that all they can say is his name.

Also into overstim, though he's always very careful with it, probably more so than he needs to be.

For all that he prefers to be in control, his sole, driving motivation when having sex is to get his partner off as many times as possible, until they are so wrung out they can barely move. He doesn't even care if he gets off, so long as his partner feels as good as humanly possible

also does some God tier aftercare, like he's doting on his partner hand and foot. One of the few things Johnny and Hanzo can agree on is that it is hard to tell what the best part of sleeping with Kuai Liang is, the sex or the aftercare

also does a lot of check ins during sex, probably more than he needs too (not that anyone is complaining about that)

Obsessed with leaving hickeys, he will mark up his partner's body like a canvas at any given opportunity. Not just during sex either, he will, quite frequently, pull Hanzo into a darkened corner just to bite a new hickey into his throat in order to replace one that's faded. It makes it very hard for Hanzo to think afterwards

Loves foreplay more than the actual sex. Like, he could spend hours just making out and that would be an ideal afternoon, and his favorite part of sex is riling his partner up before actually getting them off or starting to edge them

He also likes to hear his partners beg, he has no idea why tho. Like for most of his kinks he can kinda guess where they are from but but with this one he's at a loss.

Once edged Hanzo so much that when he tried to beg he couldn't even form words anymore, it just came out as a high pitched whine and Kuai Liang is incredibly proud of that (Hanzo then came so hard he literally passed out)

he also enjoys giving blow jobs as he likes being able to watch his partners come apart from his mouth alone, it makes him feel very powerful.

In particular, he likes to tie his partners up when he gives them head just so he can see them strain against the bindings as they beg for him (I cannot stress enough how much he likes to hear ppl beg)

can top or bottom, he really doesn't care either way

will use his powers during sex, in particular when he's playing with his partner's nipples, but nothing more than making an ice cube or frosting his hands over.

The few times he's slept with Johnny, the actor tried to convince him to make a frozen dildo and Kuai Liang adamantly refused, citing risks of frostbite to which Johnny replied "Anything is a dildo if you're brave enough and I am no coward"

Kuai Liang was unconvinced.

Hair pulling kink, will tug on his partner's hair no matter how short it is (where there is a will there's a way and he is nothing if not willful) and enjoys tugging their mouth where he wants it

Despite that, he really doesn't like receiving head. Not because he doesn't enjoy it but bc for as much as he likes to give pleasure, he feels very guilty for accepting it

If he can get out of his head enough though, he does relax into it and enjoy it, but being pampered in any way (sexual or otherwise) is something he struggles with. Even once he starts letting go of that guilt tho, he doesn't much care whether or not he gets off, so long as his partner does.

Also, a master of dirty talk, like that man can spew some Filth without a moment of hesitation, that just comes naturally to him.

Did also once get Hanzo off with nothing but words alone and wears that achievement like a badge of honor, he is so smug about it.

That's all I can think of rn, but lemme know if y'all want more. Also, who should I do next?

#kuai liang #subscorp #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

[greenerteacups]

So, because I definitely care a Normal Amount ™ about Lionheart, I went back and re-read the entire thing in preparation for the last chapter of Book 4. It was such an interesting exercise because while I love reading serialized fiction (it's such a core part of what makes fanfic amazing) - it really does hit differently when you look at the story up until this point in it's entirety. (I could go on absolutely unhinged tangents about how much the way you have adjusted canon that just scratches the excema in my brain.)

However- on this re-read, the line that Draco says when he and Hermione have their seminal discussion in the owlery snagged my mind and I can't stop thinking about how Draco accuses Hermione of liking the fact that he's meaner than she is. Because on one hand - yes? He absolutely has less of a sense than she does about Right Decisions, because she always wants to do the "right" thing, but objectively its not always the right thing to do - its just moral relativism rearing its old ugly head again. But on the other hand, he's completely wrong because Hermione (at least in the original books) has this enormous capacity for cruelty that shes not even aware of - partially because girly does not have a single ounce of tact, but also because she wasn't brought up in the wizarding world. She lacks some of the context and cultural clues that allow characters like Draco and Daphne to navigate with an ease she likely envies. And while all the Slytherin bbs have high IQs and low EQs, I think they also are hyper aware of personal standing, so I could easily see Hermione blithely insulting someone without realizing it and completely RUINING their day/month/year etc.

I'm curious if you've thought any more about this dynamic between D/H - and what they think of the others capacity for mean-ness and cruelty??

YES! To all! Especially the bit about Hermione having "an enormous capacity for cruelty that she's not aware of," because yes, that's pretty much one of her cardinal faults as a character — the insidious combination of (a) not really prioritizing other people's feelings if/when they conflict with something Hermione wants or feels, and (b) not being at all aware that she has that quality, and in fact believing herself to be the most emotionally intelligent member of the Trio. (Remember "emotional range of a teaspoon"? I burst out laughing when that happened, because like... girl. The call is coming from inside the house.) At the same time, she's smart enough to recognize when other people are unkind or tactless, so there's this beautifully intricate hypocrisy to how she understands her own emotional intelligence — her pride and arrogance blind her to ways that she neglects others, but her sincere generosity, kindness, and desperate yearning to be helpful and good to other people actually do allow her to see when other people are bad at it, as well as propel her to... well... try. It's a really interesting combination. Hermione is so much fun.

I wouldn't characterize that as cruelty, though, and to an extent it's not necessarily meanness — not in the way that Draco's talking about in that conversation, anyway. Firstly, as a caveat, Draco is in the middle of a fight when he accuses Hermione of liking the fact that he's mean, so I don't think he's altogether sincere about it; I think if you asked him in a moment of repose, he would have a more measured and generous interpretation on their dynamic, even though he's not necessarily wrong. Rather, I think what Draco said is a very inelegant way of pointing out how Hermione uses Draco as a moral backboard: she enjoys the moral high ground, does Granger, and Draco is almost always completely happy to cede it to her. Being around Draco makes her feel like a Good Gryffindor, because while he matches and challenges her intellect/ambition/drive, she gives him direction and moral focus, which is a role he's explicitly told her she plays on multiple counts, and which she's expressed insecurity about in the past (their fireside conversation about "am I good?" and what that means — the idea of capital-G Goodness, and how it becomes increasingly difficult to find as you leave childhood, is one of the tenets of Hermione's arc.)

Secondly, I think Draco is just meaner than Hermione because when he is mean, he does it on purpose. One of the earliest moments of bonding that they ever have as people comes from Draco making fun of Ron's performance in Charms (while imitating his accent, to add insult). Hermione doesn't make the joke herself — but she does laugh at it. She finds it funny. Of course, that's before she's friends with Ron, and she has about 500,000 words of personal growth in front of her, but she still enjoys Draco's dry humor and his attention to detail, both of which he not infrequently uses to make fun of people on purpose. Draco knows this, and he likes amusing her, and sometimes he'll actively make a mean joke because he knows she finds it funny, and because he knows she won't make it herself. They're not the most likable people in the world.

Hermione may not have the same social graces as people born in the magical world, but when she insults people, she usually does it on accident, out of tactlessness, or because they've (in her eyes) well and truly earned it. She doesn't go out of her way to pick on people who haven't asked for it first, and I would go so far as to say her moral compass bars her from it. That's part of what Draco means when he claims to be the worse person, and while he's being wildly uncharitable in that argument, not to mention just an all-around arsehole, he is also a licensed expert on the particular subject of his relationship with Hermione Granger. He knows their dynamic very well, and she knows it.

#ugh i was clearly yearning to talk about this #but thank you for the ask! #dramione #lionheart spoilers

[notthatalex]

I have been thinking about [REDACTED], Sarah Christ, Conspiracy and how it interplays between them.

The consensus of why people believe in conspiracies often boils down to them needing the world to be simpler. To have simple answers to complex problems. On first glance most of them are disgusting complex and contradictory of course, but that is just dress up. The simplicity lies in that there is one "THEM" that is behind it all. One convenient bad group that does evil because they are evil and you can blame for everything.

[REDACTED] obviously falls under that, he is a "conspiracy theorist, the caricature" the character.

But Sarah operates on a very similar mindset sometimes. It is just much more contained and doesn't bleed into other parts of the world for her. And yeah I am talking about the Creekside Killer. He is everyone and everything she needs him to be. A convenient bad guy that does all evil because he is evil and you can blame. So she has a tangible enemy and doesn't have to jump into the complexities. She clearly has a brain that lends into self to conspiracy. Even her motivations and drive is similar. "Pretty women with their hair down are getting killed left and right by "THEM" and of i can just get rid of "THEM" it will all be fixed." THEM in her case is literally just one guy but of you swap it out with the THEM conspiracy theorists talk about it is the same. Also the "pretty women with their hair down" can be replaced with any group the particular conspiracy theorists sees as vulnerable victims. A lot of the time in reality it is ofcourse children and and sex crimes.

The only important point is that they are just stand ins, that isn't really about helping those groups. Even when they tell themselves (and they have to tell themselves) they are. They are just tropes in their story to justify their actions. And this is exactly the case for Sarah. Chasing this one killer, that every information we are getting on him is widely contradictory, is not helping the group she is claiming to do all of what she does for.

I think the biggest reasons she is way more grounded in reality than [REDACTED] is her social political statues. On top of also being more mentally stable (low bar tbf, bc she is very fucked up)

She is an cop. And that fact hurts and helps her at the same time. On one hand, being an American cop makes you actually more likely to sink into right-wing conspiracy theories (the right wing is kinda redundant). On the other hand, she is also a woman and an Ex-Detective, which probably causes some interplay there. I think she is disillusioned with the system while still clinging to some parts of it for stability. Which you would think would actually push her more into conspiracies, but I think it actually has the opposite effect. Most conspiracy theorists love the cops and military while distrusting the government and especially central agencies. It's contradictory, but what do you want from conspiracy? It has to be.

A couple of right (wrong) expirences, and she could fully lose herself in conspiracy, too.

She is the archetype of Cop, that has a drinking/smoking problem, with a bit of a power fantasy that's divorced and not allowed to see their kid anymore. She is a women on top of that, and only that identity change influences her character way more than it may seems. And like it should. Being a women, being in that social political class shapes you A LOT. Even when you have all these other forces pulling you in other directions.

On top of that I also think having a relationship with [REDACTED] keeps her from falling deeper. It may seem like the opposite should be the fact, but I think seeing the other side so intimately... repels you from it. She knows what the end point of ot all looks like, and it's not pretty. If she was blind to it the chances of falling deeper would be more likely for her.

Feel free to disagree. Would love to hear. If anyone even read this.

#smosh #sarah christ #smosh redacted #wetbangs

[bunny-lou]

Robin and Finney are dating, which is cool. Robin is Finney’s romantic boyfriend, so he gets to hold Finney’s hand and listen to him talk about space and go on dates and stuff. This means Robin is Gwen’s platonic boyfriend, so he has gets to hold Gwen’s bag and listen to her talk about her friends and have her be the third wheel on dates and stuff.

Or, a bunch of head canons with Gwen both ruining and supporting Robin/Finney

Finney patching Robin up after a fight and Robin making comments about how he has the cutest nurse, but Finney is still mad at him for fighting.

Robin arguing that Finney can’t be mad at him, Robin got in the fight for defending Gwen against some kids who said she was weird

Finney pointing out that if Robin was defending Gwen, she is going to be more pissed than he is. Gwen likes to fight her own battles, she doesn’t let other people be her voice.

Robin realizing, oh shit, he’s right, and asking Finney to lie and say Robin got in the fight defending Finney because yeah Gwen is younger and shorter and smaller, but Robin is not prepared to be on her bad side

Robin’s uncle lets him take his truck to the drive ins on weekends, which is dark and secluded and if they see a scary movie, Finney will practically be in his lap the whole time

he arrives at the Blake house to pick up his boyfriend and is shocked and confused for Gwen to climb in the truck beside Finney

Finney is just like ‘Gwen wants to see this movie too, so I invited her’

Robin is a good boyfriend and he does actually like Gwen, so of course he has no problem with it, even if his plans are ruined.

Part way through the movie, Robin slips her some money and tells her to go get some snacks

And Gwen is smart and says ‘why? so you can be alone with my brother and make out?’

And Robin, completely serious, saying ‘yes, so make sure you take your time because you don’t want to see this’

Finney is just a flustered mess

Yeah, Robin is Finney’s boyfriend, but the match to his BFF bracelet belongs to Gwen

Gwen starts dating a boy and swooning over him, so Finney gives his best big brother talk of ‘if you hurt her, I will be very disappointed in you and I will make you feel bad’

And Robin’s like ‘good job, babe, you really scared that dude’

But when Finney’s back is turned, Robin is grabbing the guys shirt and promising to break his teeth if he ever hurts Gwen.

Way more invested in Gwen’s stories about the girls in her class and her bitch teacher and how dumb boys are than Finney is. Finney listens because he loves his sister and wants her to have a safe place to talk, but Robin listens because he loves girl talk and there’s no way Susie actually made out with Bobby while she was dating Jack, omg, what happened after that???

Gwen making up total lies to get out of the house when Robin comes over because she’s a good wingwoman and lets them have alone time

Braid twins as Finney makes dinner for all of them.

Teaching Gwen one on one how to do a round house kick so she can use her fists and rocks and feet

(does the same thing with Finn, but it takes way longer because Robin keeps flirting with him)

Also teaches Gwen how to swear in Spanish after she gets detention for the 12000th time for calling her teacher a fuckwad

Gwen helps Robin plan out dates. She points out the restaurants Finney wants to try and the new rocket launcher he’s been eyeing and the new rom com he hasn’t seen yet and if they go to the park at night, Finney will be able to point out the constellations as they hold hands under the stars

Robin is Gwen’s platonic boyfriend, the end.

Might turn this into a fluffy fic after I’m done with my angsty fic

#the black phone #robin arellano #finney blake #gwen blake #finbin #robinney #rinney

[imaginecolby]

i got you || c.b.

summary: when colby has a little too much to drink, you spend the evening taking care of him.

colby wasn’t normally a messy drunk. he’d learned his limits pretty quick after a couple of run ins with people that he knew he shouldn’t have been messing with. that was more than enough encouragement for cutting himself off when he knew he’d had too much.

however, tonight was a different story. he’d been significantly stressed out about work. he and sam had taken on a much heavier work load than what they were normally used to. filming, editing, and traveling was beginning to hit him like a freight train. all of that on top of creator events they were being invited to, he felt like he needed a year long break. 

you were sitting in the office with him, across the room on the couch reading a book. he was at his desk finishing up his portion of editing for the most recent video he and sam had filmed.

after a few hours of silence, colby let out a loud groan, startling you and pulling you out of your reading state.

“you okay?” you asked, looking up from the page.

“yes. i’m finally done.” he said. you set your book down and watched as he stood up from his chest and stretched out, cracking a few bones in his back. he walked over to the couch and you held out your arms as he crawled into your lap. he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and rested his head on your stomach. you lied there with him playing with his hair and rubbing his back for a little bit.

“so, what do we wanna do tonight?” you asked him.

“i wanna go out, just you and me. it’s been a while since we’ve had a proper date night.”

“mmm, that sounds good.” you said with a smile. he picked his head up and rested his chin on your chest.

“perfect.” 

since it was getting close to dinner time, you and colby both showered and started getting ready. accidentally coordinating your outfits, which was actually pretty common in the years you’d been together, you snapped a couple of pictures with each other before heading out. 

still having just moved to las vegas, there were still some places left for you to find. you drove to an area you were pretty familiar with, and came across a cute little restaurant that you hadn’t been to yet.

looking up the menu before going inside, you agreed to try it. the food ended up being amazing, as well as the ambiance. you and colby ended up spending a few hours there, ordering multiple drinks and appetizers, in addition to your entrees.

after dinner, you decided to walk to a bar that was down the street. it was one that you’d been to before, and remembered liking. neither of you was ready to head back home, so you decided on a few more drinks instead. 

at the bar, you’d been nursing a second cocktail for a decent amount of time, while colby had already taken a few shots, as well as his usual drinks. 

“do you need to talk about something? you’re throwing those back really fast.” you asked as he’d downed a fifth shot.

“i’ve just been so stressed with work, i need something to help me let loose.”

“we could’ve just stayed home and had sex if all you needed to do was let loose.” you teased.

“who says that’s off the table?” he asked, raising a brow at you. he stepped closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to your lips. you pulled away and laughed, rolling your eyes. he was getting bold, and you knew he was close to the point where he needed to be cut off. 

by the end of the night, you’d stopped drinking and sobered up enough to get the two of you home. once you finally wrangled him out the bar and he drunkenly stumbled back down to your car, you’d gotten him in the car and buckled in safely.

“babe, drive slower. you’re making me dizzy.” colby moaned.

“my love, we are at a red light. just close your eyes and rest. we’re almost home.” you said. 

once you finally made it back home, you helped colby get into the house. it felt like he was making every noise possible as he stumbled up the stairs.

“oh, i don’t feel so good.” he whined, placing a hand on his stomach. he let out a small burp, and you knew it was all over then. 

he sprinted down to the hallway to his room, and you heard him start to heave.

“thank god we made it inside.” you sighed. you kicked your shoes off in the hallway and ran to meet colby in the bathroom. he was sitting up against the wall, taking deep breaths. you wet a wash cloth and placed it on his forehead.

“did you get it all out?”

“i think that was everything i’ve eaten in the past week.” he said softly.

“c’mon, lets get you to bed.” you said, helping him up from the floor. he stumbled over to the bed and you helped him change into his pajamas. 

he sat at the edge of his bed, and you watched him as he swayed. he was zoned out so hard, you were worried he was gonna fall to the floor. 

“here, for your head so you don’t feel like absolute shit tomorrow.” you said, handing him some aspirin and water.

“thank you baby. you’re too good to me.” he said, laying down. 

“i got you, always.”  you said, leaning down a pressing a kiss to his forehead. you yourself changed into your pajamas, and got into bed. you sat up in bed for a bit while colby began falling asleep, making sure that he didn’t throw up again. once he’d been asleep for a bit, you scooted down and made yourself comfortable, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction

[dee-writes-smut]

MY ENDLESS LOVE

FEATURING boyfriend!Steve Harrington x f!Mayfeild/Hargrove reader

CONTENT WARNING near death experience, sad stuff, angst, mentions of PTSD, crying steve

SUMMARY Vecna's curse enlightens you to the endless love you have for your boyfriend

AUTHORS NOTE this is shit. Like actual shit, but its kinda cute?

“Y/N! Oh god!” I could hear Dustin distantly panting, screaming my name, shaking me, but it was too late. They were out of time. He was going to win, and I was going to die. I don’t want to die, god no. What I want is to live out my life, see my future with him. I want to have a litter of kids, I want to go on vacations in a van too small for all of them, I want to rip my hair out in motherly frustration, and most of all I want more time. More time to love him. More time for him to love me. However, those weren’t the cards I was dealt. Nope! Instead, I need to take you back to the start so you can really understand how I got here. 

MARCH 17, 1986

“Babe!” I call from the kitchen, my head pounding so hard in my skull I can barely think. There’s some rushing thumps from the floor above and then, suddenly, my gorgeous boyfriend is standing in the threshold. 

“Yeah?” Steve asks softly, as he enters the kitchen, walking towards me until he’s close enough to wrap me in his calming embrace. 

“Do you have any Tylenol?” I ask, sighing as I allow myself to melt in his embrace. His touch calms my throbbing skull but the ache is still intense enough to bring tears to my eyes. 

“Yeah I’ll get it. Are you okay?” Steve sounds worried as he runs his fingers through my hair. 

“Just a headache is all, no big deal.” I smile and remove myself from his arms. Steve’s face scrunches for a moment, unsure with my answer and confused by my sudden distance. I quickly grab the two small pills from his outstretched hand and toss them back, dry swallowing them. “I’ve got work in ten, so I’m outta here. I will see you later tonight.” I lie as I press a quick peck on his lips and leave the house. I let out a long sigh as I put the car in drive, I hate lying to Steve, but ever since Billy I can’t help but blame myself. If I hadn’t been such a coward my twin brother would still be here, but instead of rushing to his aid I grabbed Max and watched as that thing took him away from us. As I pull up to my trailer, I stagger into the mini home when my landline’s blaring ringtone pulls me from my reverie.  I let out a groan as I rub my temples in hopes to soothe the ache and answer the phone. 

“Hello ma’am, this is the Hawkins High School counselor calling.” A woman on the other end informs and I inwardly sigh. Max. 

“Hi.” I respond flatly. My head is throbbing and I just want to get to the woods so I can meet with my dealer. 

“Is this Ms Y/N Mayfeild-Hargrove? I have her registered as Max Mayfeild’s main caregiver.” Ah, yes. After Billy’s death my birth father (Max’s step dad) left Hawkins and left Max’s mom to care for the young girl. After Susan went off the deep end on alcohol, unable to deal with her step son’s death, I took Max in. Went to court and got custody of her, then moved her in with me and Steve. She completely shut down after Billy’s death and I had no way of communicating with her, until I got a call from the school one day asking me for permission to check in with her once a week after her “tragic loss”. I felt allowing them to talk to her was the best way I could keep an eye on her without invading her space, so I said yes. Now, I've been getting monthly check-ins from her school and it makes me feel more comfortable with her distance from me. She might not be communicating with me, but at least she is with someone else. 

“Yes, this is she? Who are you?” I ask, this woman doesn’t sound like one of the bored office ladies I usually speak with. 

“Oh! My name is Ms Kelly, I’ve been counseling Max.” Oh god, the counselor herself is reaching out to me. This can not be good. 

“What’s up? Is Max okay?”

“Well, that’s the issue. When I called her into my office yesterday, I managed to drag some information out of her. Apparently she has been starting to get headaches and nosebleeds. I think her trauma is starting to physically affect her and it is quite worrisome.” Funny, I’ve been getting the same deal too. I wonder if Max has been having nightmares too. 

“Alright, what can I do to help?” I wonder if there is anything I can do. Maybe she is blaming herself for Billy’s death like I am, but it wasn’t her fault, there was no way she was going to be able to free herself from the iron tight grip I had on her. As Ms Kelly drones on with suggestions I begin to space off, my mind wandering into a dark place where Billy whispers in my ear. 

“What’s wrong Y/N? Are you feeling guilty for having a part in my murder? Well,” Billy tsks in my ear, his voice as sharp and cold as I remember it. “We can’t have that now can we? Own it. You didn’t try to save me. Not even after I called for you, no you just sat there and held our step sister. You are a sick, sick woman sis.” He spits his nickname for me in my ear and I can feel chills cascading down my spine. 

“No!” I scream, suddenly in the woods and not in the kitchen. How the hell? I take a seat on the picnic table where I usually wait for Eddie to show up and hold my head in my hands. 

MARCH 21, 1986

My drug dealer is a murder. No way! Eddie is.. weird sure, but a killer never. I can’t say anything about it to anyone though because no one is supposed to know that he’s been selling to me. So, I continue about my normal day and hope that Hawkins Police are still as stupid as they were when Jim Hopper was working there. Granted, he was keeping the whole alien shit on the DL, but as far as I know the Hawkins Police Department is still in the dark. 

“Henderson! I swear to god if you kick my seat one more time I’m throwing you on the side of the road and you can walk to Family Video!” I yell, glaring at the teen in the mirror. 

“Sorry! Geez, someone has a stick up their butt today.” He grumbles which only earns him a wack in the back of the back of the head. He’s not wrong, since my dealer has been MIA my headaches, nosebleeds, and nightmares have been causing my irritability to become ridiculous. I miss weed. I sigh and rub my temples after I place the car in park outside the video store. 

“Hey, Y/N? Are you alright?” Dustin asks, genuinely concerned as he places a hand on my shoulder from the backseat. I tense, but plaster a smile on my face and let out a fake laugh. 

“Of course, dork. Let’s go see your boyfriend.” I joke as we exit the car. 

“He’s not mine, that is all your business over there.” He smiles, laughing at me.

“Oh no! I don’t claim him, that is all you Henderson.” I laugh as we both walk through the door.

“Huh?” Steve looks at us confused at our banter which sends Dustin into a laughing fit while I smirk. “Oh! Babe, your nose is bleeding!” Steve says as he rushes to my side. I shrug him off, and make my way to the bathroom where I dab at my bleeding nose. 

MARCH 23, 1986

“Y/N! In here!” Max calls from a small office room in the high school. I wander into the room carefully, looking around for any unexpected guests. 

“What's up? Did you find something?” I ask, walking towards her once the coast is clear. 

“Look.” I look at the three files in front of her. Chrissy Cunningham: suffers from post traumatic disorder, complains of headaches, nosebleeds, and nightmares. Fred Benson: traumatic car accident survivor, complains of headaches, nosebleeds, and nightmares. Maxine Mayfeild: traumatic loss of a family member, complains of headaches, nosebleeds, and nightmares. Oh shit. “Chrissy and Fred were both killed by Vecna. I think that these are the warning signs that he is targeting them.” Max explains and my heart plummets to my butt. 

“Max.” I say, my voice sounding shaky to my own ears, but I keep a stone face. “I want you to bring Dustin in here. Do not let Steve come with you. I mean it.” I order, my body standing stock still as chills of pure terror run down my spine. Steve can not know about this. He can’t know that I’m going to die. Max is hesitant, but leaves the room and returns with the boy. 

“Okay, we don’t have long because Steve is kinda freaking out.” Max rushes as she pulls Dustin into the room. 

“I am going to tell you two something and you aren’t going to breathe a word of it to Steve. Do you understand?” I get two immediate nods. “I have Vecna’s curse.” As soon as the words leave my lips all the oxygen is sucked from the room. 

“You have what?!” Steve yells in outrage from the entryway. 

“Oh shit.” Max whispers, her face ashen. 

“Y/N I’m sorry, but he wouldn’t let me go without following behind.” Dustin winces, waiting for my reaction. Of fucking course Dustin lets Steve follow behind to listen in. I sigh, glaring at Dustin. 

“I can’t fucking believe you right now!” I shout, moving my glare to my boyfriend. “There is a reason that I didn’t want you to know, Steve! You can’t just bully a child into letting you eavesdrop! Where is your trust in me? In our relationship?!”

“That is not what this is about and you fucking know that! You were just going to let yourself be killed and not say anything?” Steve yells back, but the tears in his eyes show there isn’t malice in his words, but hurt. 

“I didn’t want our last days spent with this dark cloud over it.” I sigh, utter defeat in my tone. 

“Well, you aren’t going to die. Neither of you are because we are going to figure out a way to save you.” Pure determination in his words make my heart melt, but it’s bitter sweet. I’m going to die and he is going to spend every effort down to the last second trying to save me. 

“Steve,” I sigh, tears falling down my cheeks, “you can’t fix this.” 

“Yes! Yes I can.” He doesn’t allow time for a rebuttal, walking up to me and wiping the tears from my cheeks. “You can’t die. I won’t let you.” 

MARCH 24, 1986 

“What are they doing?” I hear Dustin ask Steve. The two of them and Lucas have been watching Max and I like hawks, staring so intently I worry they might burn a hole in our backs. 

“You done?” Max asks as I sign my last letter addressed to Billy. 

“Yup.” I respond, adding it to the stack of names. “Good idea by the way.” Max doesn’t respond, she just stands and walks over to the boys, handing them each a letter and I follow in step, giving both Dustin and Lucas a letter. Steve looks at me confused, I didn’t write him one. 

“Don’t!” Max rushes stopping the boys from opening the letters. 

“They are for after.. Y’know.” I inform them and they all look a little pissed.

“You’re not dying.” Steve says, determined. “Nancy and Robin are going to come up with a solution and you are both going to be fine.”

“We know. It’s just a failsafe.” Max encourages but I know that she doesn’t believe a word Steve is saying. I don’t either. The hope isn’t for our peace of mind, it's for theirs. “I need a ride to the cemetery,” Max orders, grabbing her jacket and walking towards the door. 

After some argument from Steve and more threats from Max we all end up outside the cemetery. Max and I exit the car and start to head towards our destination. “Max!” Lucas calls, running up to her.

“I’ll talk to him first.” I smile, hugging Max and slipping a letter into her pocket before heading towards Billy’s grave and leaving Max to speak to Lucas. I let out a shaky sigh as I take a seat in front of his grave, opening his letter, letting a few tears spill freely down my cheeks. “Dear Billy, I was a coward, and you died because of it. It is my fault and I should have tried harder, I know I should have, but I think it was because I was scared or maybe I thought you deserved it. Some sick sort of karma after all the abuse I had to endure after mom died. I’m sorry. You deserved better and I should have tried harder, and now I am getting the karma I deserve. Basically, what I’m trying to say is see you soon little brother. I love you.” I sob through my words and just as I finish everything turns dark. One of Vecna’s visions. There is a sound of a distorted clock in the distance and that's when I hear it. 

“You’re sorry, huh?” Billy’s voice chuckles darkly and suddenly he’s in front of me and I’m standing. “I don’t think you are. You know what I think? I think you are grateful, glad that I’m dead” His shirt is stained with the black blood I saw in his final moments, his eyes a black void of corruption. 

“No!” I wail, falling to my knees as they give out. I weakly try to drag myself away from him, but it’s no use. My arms feel like noodles, I’m so scared I can’t move. 

“You enjoyed it didn’t you? You are one sick bitch.” He laughs maniacally, and I sob harder in fear and desperation. 

“I loved you!”

“No you didn’t! You never did!” He shouts back, and that's when the most horrifying thing happens. The same fleshy tentacle shoots through his stomach and I am stuck, frozen again as I watch him die. I close my eyes, only for a moment, but they shoot back open when I hear him. 

“Y/N, it’s time.” Vecna calls, Billy’s deformed body fading as Vacna appears in front of me. I'm helpless to run, to hide, because I deserve this. After everything I did, I deserve this. “It is time for you to join me.” He says as his long, deformed claw hand reaches out towards me. All at once all my muscles suddenly painfully clenched and I couldn't move even if I wanted to. Vecna lets out a growl of pleasure and I sob, my body feeling like it's being torn apart from the inside out. 

“Y/N! Oh god!” I can hear Dustin distantly panting, screaming my name, shaking me, but it was too late. They were out of time. He was going to win, and I was going to die. I don’t want to die, god no, but it’s what I deserve. I’m about to give up, to let him have me when I hear him. 

“Baby! Oh! Baby please, no! Y/N! Come back to me, I can’t!” Steve sobs, desperately. Its distant but it reigns true and loud in my ears. I want to live out my life, see my future with him. I want to have a litter of kids, I want to go on vacations in a van too small for all of them, I want to rip my hair out in motherly frustration, and most of all I want more time. More time to love him. More time for him to love me. It goes quiet for a moment, and I think it’s because I’ve already died, but then I hear his voice again. “My love,” he whispers, his voice shaky with tears. “There is only you in my life. The only thing that's bright.” He sings. God, what a way to go. The love of my life singing my favorite song, as a demon alien thing eats my soul or something. 

“My first love,” Max joins in, “You’re every breath that I take. You’re every step I make.” She sings, her voice laced with sorrow. Then they all start singing. Lucas, Steve, Max, and Dustin all begin singing Endless Love. It takes me back to a warmer place, images of me and Steve dancing in the living room while the song plays softly in the background, my whole world revolving around his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. There's a light in the corner of my eye and I decide then and there to fight. For him. For us. I struggle against Vecna until I eventually free myself from his mind grip on me with a swift kick to the nuts. Then I make a break for it, running to him. My endless love. As I reach the light, everything hurts. My arms are broken and are at awkward angles, same with my legs, but I can see and feel. I look up and all I see is him. His cheeks are red and tearstained, his eyes irritated and his face heavy with sorrow. 

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and strained with pain. Steve lets out a sob and holds me close, kissing me passionately. 

“Don't ever fucking do that to me again. I can’t lose you, Y/N.” Steve cries, “I can't.” He repeats, rocking me in his arms. 

“I won’t, I promise.” I swear and I mean it. I want my future with him and I will fight tooth and nail for it. 

“I love you.” He sniffles.

“And I you, my endless love.”

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