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runningfrom2am · 3 months

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one day (w.h.b)

summary: you and billy talk about what happens when you die.

pairing: william h. bonney (billy the kid) x fem!reader

wc: 3k

tags/warnings: non-descript and brief mention of implied suicide (nothing graphic i swear), other than that its pretty chill honestly, kinda sad but also happy at the end but mostly fluff and honestly pretty cute.

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a/n: credit to @goosita for getting my mind reeling on the concept of ghost!billy! this has been living in my mind and in my drafts for months omg

The hoofbeats of your horse underneath you set the pace for the steady rock of your hips as you make your way across the countryside on an unmarked trail Billy had memorized. One town to the next, just like always. On the run from something new that didn't really matter much to you as long as he was still by your side.

"Your name is pickin' up a lot of attention these days." You comment mindlessly, disrupting the peace of the night.

Billy makes a small sound of acknowledgment, clearly not pleased by that fact but unwilling to deny its truth.

"You know, I don't know what I'd do without ya." You add after a moments quiet, filled only by the crickets and steady slow hoofbeats beneath you. "If they got what they wanted, I mean."

"I dunno." Billy shrugs, voice slightly grim. He didn't even want to think about it; not for the sake of his own death, but god, whatever would end up happening to you.

"I'd follow you, I think." You say quietly, looking up at the stars.

He quickly shakes his head, expression tightening further. "Don't say that."

"You may not like it but it's true." You argue gently. "I ain't got much else to do here. What would I do, wander the west like now but all alone, sad and mopin' and waiting on the day death comes for me so I can see you again? I think I'll pass."

"Well there's not much use in you wandering around mopin', you gotta... I don't know, go out for trail rides, find some good friends. Hell, maybe settle down and get married." He suggests with a slight laugh.

You look over at him, raising an eyebrow with a slightly smug smile. "We both know that ain't ever gonna happen. So you see what I mean, then. I just decided to... skip the mopin' part."

Billy gives you a deadpan look, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "Oh, so you're just takin' the efficiency route, is that it?" he quips, his tone laced with annoyance. "No more mopin', straight to the grave with ya."

"Yes." You nod, and after a moment a small smile pulls at your lips. He was upset, of course he would be, but you know he won't stay mad at you for long. "You know, it would be real romantic, I think. Sharin' a grave. We could just be cuddled up forever; I can't think of anything better. Of a better way to go. Can you?"

"I can think of somethin' better," Billy mutters in response, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not havin' to share a grave until we're both old and grey, and dyin' peacefully in our sleep. That'd be a hell of a lot better, darlin'."

"It would." You agree, smiling over at him. "And when the time comes I'll rest easy. But, ah... the life we live..." You shake your head slightly, looking down at the worn leather of the saddle under your thighs that has served you well for most of your life.

"You're somethin' else, you know that?" he says, his tone affectionately exasperated. "You had this whole... plan all figured out, and you were just gonna go with it without even complainin'? Not a care in the world, just ready to join me in a premature grave."

"Yeah." You answer softly, smiling as you look over at him in the dim light your eyes have well adjusted to. "I love you, Billy. I'd do anything for you."

Billy's expression softens further, and he gives you a weary smile. "I know you would, darlin'," he says quietly. "And I love you too. More than words can say. I just..." He sighs, shaking his head slightly. "I just don't want you givin' up on your whole life if somethin' happens to me. I ain't worth you sacrificing everything, love."

"If I had anything left to sacrifice, you would absolutely be worth it." You tell him, shaking your head. "But it doesn't matter, because I don't. I've got nothin' except the very thinly veiled hope that maybe one day I might be happy again without you. And that... I don't feel good about those odds."

Billy's heart clenches in his chest, a pang of pain and sympathy filling his chest and his heart in a way that makes him feel stiff all over. "Darlin'... you gotta know that ain't true," he protests, his tone earnest. "You're smart and beautiful and kind. You could have a good life, with or without me. You just gotta-" But he falters, realizing he's not convincing you. His expression falls with a sigh.

"Those are all real nice things to say, and I appreciate it." You tell him genuinely, smiling sadly at him. "But think of it this way, it doesn't matter much now, does it? We got you out of the jailhouse for now, so we hopefully got a long time before death comes for us. And god forbid it does come early, I'll still be a young and pretty ghost, that would be nice, wouldn't it? I dunno what I'm gonna look like when I'm old, but I've had older ladies tell me I'm gonna wish I looked like this forever. If I was a ghost, I could." You say cheerily, trying to make him feel a little better about it.

Billy can't help but chuckle at your response, shaking his head at the audacity. "Only you would look at bein' a ghost as a positive thing, darlin'," he teases, his tone affectionate. "Most folks would find that pretty darn scary, you know. But then again, most folks ain't you."

"Well, I picture that we would look just about the same. Maybe a little pale, like that time we both had the flu last year." You giggle, looking over at him again and ignoring his secondary comment. "But everything else would be pretty much the same. We could read ghost books and dance to ghost music and just be together without fear of losin' each other ever. I think it would be kinda sweet."

"You make bein' dead sound like a walk in the park," he teases. "Like it ain't nothin'. Just floatin' around as spirits, listenin' to ghost music and readin' ghost books. Maybe playin' some ghost cards, even."

"Ghost cards!" You grin, pleased that he was going along with it. "You think the ghost cards are transparent like we would be? Would make it kinda hard to play poker."

Billy can't help but smirk at your enthusiasm, amused by your excitement. "I don't know, darlin'," he says, playing along. "Maybe ghost cards are made of some special ghost material that ain't see-through, but still lets us float right through 'em. Or maybe we just play ghost poker blindfolded, make things a bit more interesting."

You laugh at that, shaking your head. "Billy, if the cards are ghost cards we wouldn't go through 'em. We would only go through things on this side. Walls, living people, that kinda thing. I think ghost stuff we'd still be able to touch like normal."

"Right, right," he says, playfully rolling his eyes. "I keep forgettin' you're the expert on ghost things, darlin'. I'm just a livin' person, what do I know? But hey, if we can touch ghost stuff, that means we could probably hold hands. And I gotta say, bein' able to hold your hand as a ghost sounds mighty nice."

"Of course we could hold hands," You say, smiling as you glance his way again. "Just like now, I'd hardly ever stop."

Billy grins, reaching out to take your hand in his across the gap between your horses, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'd be holdin' your hand all the damn time, darlin'," he says, his tone playful. "Ain't no way I could go more than five minutes without holdin' onto you. You'd have to pull me off of ya."

"Maybe, but I never would." You shrug, feeling fuzzy inside from the feeling of his warm hand around yours. You had to slightly lean his way to reach him while you rode side by side, but you didn't mind. Just like always.

"That's good, darlin'," he says, his tone soft and affectionate. "Cause I'd never want you to let go. We'll hold hands for eternity, you and me. Ain't nothin' better than bein' close to you, love."

"Forever." You agree with a small smile. "And in a hundred years, people will come to our grave talkin' about the infamous Billy the Kid and his girl whose name was lost to time- and if you go behind the old saloon at night you'll see 'em still holdin' hands, hear 'em laugh. On a good day, maybe they'll even kiss." You giggle through a whisper, lightly swinging your joined hands.

Billy chuckles, a broad smile spreading across his face at your description.

"Oh, I like the sound of that, darlin'," he says, his tone light and almost excited. "People comin' to visit our grave and talkin' about us in hushed whispers. Seein' our ghost hands holdin' each other, hearin' our faint laughter. Maybe some young lovers will come to the grave and kiss, thinkin' it brings them good luck. Ain't that romantic?"

You let out another soft sigh, nodding in agreement. "And we can watch with ghost popcorn and place bets on whether or not they'll last."

Billy laughs at your suggestion, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

"Ghost popcorn and bettin' on lovers' fates? Darlin', you've got all the best ideas," he says, grinning. "That sounds like a pretty good way to spend eternity if you ask me. Cheerin' on the young 'uns and seein' if they make it or not. And I'll be bettin' on them to make it, every time. I'm a bit of a romantic at heart, after all."

Your smile shifts into a small happy pout. "That's sweet, baby." You say softly. "But I'll be lookin' out for red flags on 'em. And if he gives me any kind of strange feelin', I'm gonna whisper in her ear to run. And then, that'll be part of it. "Billy's unknown girl sure knows how to pick 'em right," they'd say."

"Well, we'll make an excellent ghost power couple, then," he teases. "You pickin' out the bad ones and me rootin' for the good ones. We'll be like matchmakers from beyond the grave. And I gotta say, the thought of people talkin' about 'Billy's unknown girl' and her ability to pick 'em right is definitely somethin' I can live - or rather, die - with."

You nod happily. "May take a while for people to trust me, but kids'll catch on quick." You say with a shrug. "Some young girl will be talkin' to her friend about her new boyfriend who she's not just sure about, and her friend will tell her to bring him to our grave. Because her cousin came to us for a kiss of good luck, and she swears up and down that she heard a girl whisper in her ear tellin' her to run from him and she didn't. Then she found out he'd been cheatin' with the preacher's daughter the whole time. I can see it now."

"You've got it all figured out, baby," he says. "Word'll spread soon enough, that our grave is the place to come for relationship advice. And once people hear about you whisperin' in girls' ears, they'll be beggin' to come visit us. Maybe they'll even start leavin' offerings for us, like we're the ghost gods of love and romance."

"Yeah. Flowers for me and bullets for you." You grin, very pleased with this story you've spun up for yourselves.

Billy grins back at you, amused by your suggestion. He looks ahead again, feeling the weight of the reins in his free hand as he looks at the long and endless path ahead. It feels almost lighter than what he's used to.

"Sounds perfect to me, darlin'," he says, chuckling. "I'm sure our grave will be the prettiest in the cemetery. You'll have flowers galore, and I'll have bullets stacked up like a fortress around me. A fitting tribute for the outlaw and his love, don't you think?"

"I think so." You smile, giggling as you think about him sitting on some kind of ghost throne made of bullet boxes. The idea of him having some kind of legacy left in a way people would want to honour instead of condemn makes you happier than just about anything else could. He was a good man, and no one these days knew that.

"I doubt anyone will know much about me, but... I'm not sure I mind." You say after a moment.

Billy shakes his head, his expression fond. "Darlin', trust me, people will know all about you," he says firmly. "They'll know you were the gal who loved the infamous Billy the Kid, who wasn't afraid to risk herself by sneakin' into a jail at night for him. They'll know you were the gal with fire in your eyes and a sharp wit. The gal who saw the world through different eyes, and wasn't afraid to speak her mind. People ain't ever gonna forget you, love."

You smile a little bit, nodding as you look back at the trail ahead. "I hope they bring my sunflowers." You say softly, rocking steadily with the movement of my horse. "Or drawings of horses. I wanna see these girls' horses in exchange for savin' them the trouble of a cheating man." You giggle. "And I hope they think I was pretty. I think that'd be pretty sweet."

Billy's smile grows and he slightly shakes his head. If anything of your memory could last, to him, it would be your beauty. Your absolutely enchanting gaze, the way your hair seemed to shine in the sun, and that smile that could brighten even the darkest of nights. No one knew him quite like you, but any man would be a fool to not see how lovely you were.

"Oh, darlin', I've no doubt they'll bring sunflowers and pictures of horses," he says. "And they'll think you were the prettiest girl who ever walked the earth. They won't even need to have seen a picture of you to know it, they'll just know from the love and loyalty you had for me. You're gonna be the stuff of legends, honey. The mystery girl who brought the infamous outlaw to his knees."

You look over at him again, a soft smile on your face. "I sure hope they don't see that literally." I giggle.

Billy chuckles, his expression amused at the subtle implication. "Oh darlin', I could think of worse things to be remembered for," he says playfully. "Maybe they'll even start a tradition of young girls bringin' their boyfriends to our grave and havin' them kneel down in front of you. Like they'll be thinkin' you're the goddess of love and loyalty, blessin' their relationships."

"Sure, but then I'd have to turn to ask you if they were doin' it right." You giggle. "If I should give them my blessings or not."

"Well, I reckon I'll have to take on the role of your faithful advisor then," he says with a bright laugh. "I'll be sittin' right by your side, watchin' as they kneel down in front of you. And if any of them don't look serious enough about their girl or if their form is off, I'll be whisperin' in your ear. Tellin' you to make 'em kneel a little longer."

"Nah, you gotta tell that to her- not to me. I can't make 'em do anything, but if he's good for her, she'll be able to make 'im listen." You shrug. "If he's good, if he's anything like you, he'd rather listen to her than to a ghost."

"You make a fair point, darlin'," he says with an amused grin. "I suppose I could whisper into her ear instead. Encouragin' her to stand up for herself and make sure her man's treatin' her right. And if he's anything like me, he'll listen to her and only her. But I still think I'll get a kick out of watchin' those boys kneel at your feet, darlin'. Just seein' a little bit of my influence in the world."

"I dunno if I need other boys kneelin' for me." You say, scrunching up your nose a bit at the thought. "I think I'd rather it be you."

Billy laughs, his eyes gleaming with affection. "Well, darlin', I think I'd prefer you have me on my knees anyway, and only me," he admits, his tone playful. "But the thought that young fellas comin' to our grave and kneelin' in front of you to ask for your blessing, it just makes me feel a little... proud. Like my love for you will keep on goin' even after we're gone. People ain't gonna forget about us, darlin'. They're not gonna forget about you."

You let the quiet sounds of the night overtake you after that, riding along the outskirts of an unfamiliar town by now. You can see the buildings in the distance, squinting a little at the abundance of bright lanterns. You wonder if they're celebrating something, but you're not quite close enough to hear.

"Hey, look at that." You say, gently tugging on his hand before letting go and pointing over toward the lights in the distance. "You ever seen somethin' like that before?"

"No, baby. I haven't." Billy answers, squinting a little as well and leaning forward to see past your shadowed silhouette. "They've sure got some bright lanterns over there. Maybe they're celebratin' somethin'."

"Maybe." You agree quietly, shrugging it off and continuing on.

It's too dark to see well enough, though, and you're both too distracted by the lights of the town as you pass by the Old Fort Sumner cemetery on your other side, careless and ignorant of the grave sight fifty or so feet away. Caged up, covered in bullets and flowers and coins- offerings for the Bandit King and his girl, who died as they lived.

Occasionally, on dark and clear nights like this, the local kids would claim to hear laughter or see the young couple on their horses riding through the country, just outside of town. No one was lucky enough to see the echo of them tonight.

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kuroosdarling · 2 years

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𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝟐: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖗

⌈✘⌋- Starring: Ghostface!Suna

⌈✘⌋- cw: MDNI !! knife play (the knife is plastic tho-), mask kink, slight choking, dacryphilia, face-fucking, degradation, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, threesome hehe

⌈✘⌋- summary: enter the killing floor and try to escape ghostface. although be weary, as there’s a rumor that he’s not the only killer on the loose.

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Through the door led to the next room; The Killing Floor. It was semi-molded after the house set in the last scene of the movie, where Billy Loomis and Stu Macher met their vicious end. The house was an unorchestrated maze, winding hallways and sharp turns; really trying to play up the overall unsettling theme. There were so many spots where someone could easily hide – watching you as you navigate your way through. Every so often, the lights would flicker off, the only source of light coming from the faux lightning that would strike every so often.

The light flickers out again as you walk through the house right after you see something flash by in the corner of your eye. Against your better judgment, you continue onward, chalking it up to a figment of your imagination. There were flickering lights, so of course you’d see something that wasn’t really there, right?

You pass by a few closed doors in the narrow hall and swear you see someone at the dark end of the room. It spooked you more than you anticipated as you bolted to the main room; the kitchen. The kitchen was just like it was in the movie, completed with the small island counter in the center of the room. How much did they put into this production?

There was no telling where the next door was. It might’ve been somewhere along the way to the kitchen, but you felt like this is where you had to go next. The silence in the room was deafening, the only thing that could possibly ground you was your ever beating heart filling up your ears with a buzz of excitement. You knew you should be dreading this, but adrenaline coursed through your veins.

A dark shadow whizzed around ahead of you, causing you to stop in your tracks. A distant ring of the phone pierce through your ears, sending a cold chill up your spine. There was no telling where the phone was coming from, it sounded like multiple were going off just to fill your head with its constant piercing ring.

The moment the phones silence themselves, a gloved hand slams into the wall, effectively blocking you from going anywhere.

“Not so fast, princess. I wanted to ask you what your favorite scary movie was.” A distorted voice calls out. Your eyes trailed from the dark glove up his arm to the white mask that covered his face. He takes a step closer, a cold piece of plastic touches your face, causing you to jolt away from it. “Scared of a little knife? That’s cute.”

All words escape you as you stare wide eyed at the masked assailant. Terror coated the tip of your tongue as you hastily gulp it down, letting curiosity fill its void. Ghostface tilts his head to the side and you could practically feel his eyes trailing all over you, taking every piece of you in as he has you pinned down with his knife.

“Not one of many words, huh?” The hand that was on the wall moved to push your shoulder against the hard surface, locking you further into place. “And here I was hoping I'd hear a pretty scream from those lips of yours.”

“You don’t scare me.” You whisper, looking up at the hooded figure as your newfound courage takes hold. If he wanted to play with you, then game on. “So do your worst.”

“Oh we’ve got a brave one, huh?” Before you could ponder too much on the “we” part of that sentence, his hand trails down to your exposed thigh, the cold leather smoothly gliding against your skin, sending chills down your back. “I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, ‘almost don’t wanna share.”

His hand roughly grips your thigh, causing you to yelp out in surprise. The knife slowly trails from its spot on your face down your neck, pivoting forwards to slot itself in between your breasts; the plastic moving in motion with the beat of your pacing heart.

Every slow, small touch sets your body on fire. Even the plastic gliding against you felt more intimate than it should’ve. The fact that he hadn’t given you any skin on skin contact or even a hint on who he was had your mind reeling. But you don’t want him to know that just yet.

“I bet a little slut like you is already wet, hm?” He asks, the distorted voice crackling under the mask. The urge to rip off the mask only grew stronger; anything to try and put this guy in his place. But at the same time, the other part of you let him keep it on. The mysterious vibe only makes everything hotter. The knife shot back up towards your neck, under your chin to prop it up towards him. “I think I asked you a question.”

“Yeah I heard. Why don’t you find out yourself? Unless you can’t handle it.” You bite back, a grin spreading across your face. The room spins as you’re twirled around to face the wall. The knife that was under your chin slipped down your back instead, pinching the exposed skin.

“Such a little brat, huh? That damn mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, y’know.” A low chuckle hums behind you, free of any distortion. Was the mask off? You go to turn your head but he’s quicker, keeping you facing the wall by lightly pushing down on the back of your head. You clench your thighs together at the way he was speaking to you, his voice crystal clear and so sure of itself. He dipped his head down towards your neck to put his lips right by your ear “I don’t think so, princess. You don’t have the right to see my face just yet.”

He gently kisses your ear before placing small kisses down your neck, slightly humming along to one of the spooky songs that was playing earlier. It’s a direct juxtaposition to how he’s treating you, and it only makes your head dizzier. He's paying close attention to you, keeping track of every reaction he can pull from you.

He finally finds the spot that makes you weak in your knees, and attacks at full force. He sucks a deep mark into the small crevice between your neck and your collarbone. Your fingers weave into your skirt, using it as leverage to ground yourself. A small, traitorous moan slips past your lips, fueling his power as he continues to nip at your neck. Your control was slipping and you were falling into his trap.

“Just yet? So you mean you’ll eventually cave? And here I thought you were supposed to be scary.” You barely manage to breathe out, caught up in the web of pleasure he was spinning you in.

Suddenly, he stops all his ministrations, letting you turn around. You’re face to face with the mask again, but the tension was much thicker than before. You try to swallow a gulp but it’s too obvious as his head tilts slightly to the side.

“Ooh, I see how you want to play.” he said, taking a small step back to lurk into the shadows, his hand gesturing towards a dark hallway. “Why don’t you head on to the next room, I think it’ll be more fun that way.”

Before you could argue, he was gone. The spooky theme abruptly starts back up, signaling that it was time to keep it moving. Disappointment that hit your gut as you made your way back down the hallway. Laughter filled the room, echoing around the small walls. He’s probably onto the next ‘victim’ so you start to scurry off towards the door.

You’re not even sure where it is, but he had pointed this way so you follow along to the dark hallway. A figure dodges around in front of you, slinking around corners while your heart pumps faster and faster. It wasn’t hard to tell that the hallway loops back into the kitchen. He had led you to a dead end.

Not even a few steps later, he grabs you again, pining you harshly against another wall. Your heart leapt into your throat, almost choking back the words you desperately wanted to say. But spite always carried through, effectively stopping yourself from getting too carried away about being back in his welcome, cold embrace.

“Oh? back for more?” You tease, almost excited you were getting your way.

He’s silent as he steps closer, unequipped with any words to bite back with. Nerves dance around in your system as the silence unwillingly drags on. The back and forth you guys had earlier made it more fun, but this was on a whole new level. You’re not sure how to navigate him when he easily dodges your bait.

“He’s just figuring you out. Told him we had a brat on our hands.” All the blood in your body turns cold as you see another ghostface, the one you previously met, walk up behind him. “He loves dealing with brats so I figured I'd let him get a good look.”

The second ghostface’s mask fixates on you, not saying anything as he takes you in.

“‘Think someone is a little nervous now.” he laughs lowly. “C’mon Samu, let’s take off the mask and have some fun.”

The first ghostface came closer, taking off his mask and resting his chin on the ‘Samu’s’ shoulder. He let out a slow chuckle as Samu follows suit and slowly removes his mask, throwing it behind him and matching the same small, sinister smile the other wore on his face. The two almost look crazed, wild with the thought of ruining you. Something in his eyes told you that there was no going back now — not that you really minded.

The first thing you zeroed on was his deep set green eyes. Your eyes trail along his face, soaking in all of his beauty. The cheshire grin on his face was taunting you, anticipating your next move before you even had it figured out. It’s unsettling. Especially when the other ghostface’s mask was off now too. His cold, piercing stare has you in his hold. The silver tint that took up his hair caught your eye for a brief moment, before you felt the cool plastic rest on your face.

“Suna, ya didn’t tell me how pretty she was.” He smirks, slightly shifting his gaze to Suna before it lands back onto you. “I thought ya said she had a mouth on her?”

“She did.” He said while placing delicate kisses along Osamu’s neck, taunting you as Osamu trailed the cold, plastic knife down your face.

The two were a part of some dance that you didn't know the choreography for. All you could do was try to follow in their footsteps, but it was proving to be impossible to keep up with. Suna’s all one for games, his green eyes sparking to life as he watches you struggle to find any words you could use to bite back. Osamu was more calculating, keeping an eye on your every move as if it was giving away all of your deepest desires, weaving itself around his finger so he could have you right where he wanted you. And together; they were dangerous.

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Your hips dug against the edge of the small island in the kitchen while your hands desperately held onto the other side of it. Suna was relentless, his grip on your hips undeniably tight, pushing you further against the island as leverage to fit every last inch inside of you. Osamu was lurking around somewhere but you couldn’t string together any thought to check where he was.

His long cock pushes through your entrance, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. The stretch alone was incredible but Suna knew how to pivot his hips just right for you to be seeing stars.

“Shit-“ Suna said under his breath, gripping your ass cheeks even harder, slightly pulling them apart; mesmerized by the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your slick folds. Part of you wanted to be embarrassed at the sudden exposure but your mind instantly forgot about it the moment Osamu came into view.

His mask was back on, the fabric from it loosely flowing onto his bare chest. The faint lighting that the room provided showed the perspiration dripping off of him – enhancing the twin barbells delicately placed on his chest before a bead of sweat slowly slid down towards his abs. It was almost a shame that he was standing far away. There was no way you could lick the sweat off of him and wrap your lips around his pretty tits from this distance.

Osamu was the sweetest sin you had ever seen in your life, all you wanted to do was please him – show him that you were good and treat him the way he deserved to be treated. He steps closer into view, slowly unzipping his jeans and moving them down just enough so he could slip out his hard, aching cock.

He taps his thick length against your cheek, the precum coating your face as it slides along your cheek as your body jolts forward from the pace Suna was setting.

“Go on, now. Be a good girl.” Osamu said, his tone taunting you as you look up at him through your lashes. Before you could take him into your mouth, Suna thrusts into you harshly, hitting a spot so deliciously sweet that you fall into the island, letting out a long, drawn out moan as he continues to hit the spot.

“Yeah? — Right there, princess? Looks like it feels real good.” Suna said, smacking your ass. Your head hung down, taking in every thrust Suna gave you. “Don’t you think you should make Samu feel just as good?”

Without any hesitation, you wrap a delicate hand around Osamu’s cock, causing him to hiss out at the contact. Once you start rocking back against Suna in an attempt to control some of the pace, you take Osamu’s oozing tip in your mouth. Your tongue brushes on the underside of his cock as you slowly pull him back out of your mouth with a pop, letting his slightly salty taste fill your senses.

“Want ya to suck me off till ya cry, doll” Osamu purrs, slowly pushing further down your throat as you try to control your gag reflex. Before you could get used to him, he pulls back again, smearing his tip over your lips before driving his cock right back in. Tears begin to collect along your lashes, threatening to fall any second as you try to keep up with him. But it was worth it, each time he’d dip back into your warm throat, it would pull the deepest groans from him, making you moan against his length.

“You’re taking us so well, we just might have to keep you around.” Suna lets slip as he roughly slams into you. Each drag of his cock against your warm, wet walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Only if ya can keep up.” Osamu chimes in, relishing in your throat constricting around his cock as you let out a pathetic whine.

With both men thrusting into you, all you could do was hold onto the counter once more. Being filled up on both sides was all consuming. The only thing that floated in your head was how good everything felt; how much you loved being caught up in the middle of them. The sound of their groans paired with skin slapping against skin filled the room was addicting and you only craved more.

“I think someone likes being our little cockslut, isn’t that right, princess?” Suna teases.

With your mouth full of Osamu’s cock, there was no way you could respond correctly. You eagerly nod your head, drawing a chuckle from Osamu as he watches you struggle.

“I think she loves it,” he agrees. “Her little pussy is s’wet I can hear it each time ya fuck into her.”

Each forceful thrust swiftly brought you closer and closer to the edge. Everything starts to tighten up as you bounce back on Suna’s cock.

“Really? Cause all I can hear is her choking on your dick.” He laughs, sounding far more angelic than his devious actions. For emphasis, Osamu thrusts harshly back into your mouth, causing you to gag around him. He lets out another laugh as he resumes his pace.

“Yer right. It’s like she was born for suckin’ ma cock.” Osamu said, his accent growing thicker as he started to lose the control he carefully built up. It was hard to keep it together when your mouth felt so good around him. Everything was getting too much and he felt his release building up quickly. It only spurred him on more, hips stuttering into your mouth as he chased his high.

Osamu kept pushing your head back down in time with his thrusts, praising you on how heavenly your mouth felt. Tears started to flow down your cheeks but you didn’t care. You could tell he was getting close, judging by the inconsistent, jerky movements. Osamu ripped the mask off of him, hanging his head back to slowly shake out his hair. Most of it stuck to his forehead — beads of sweat trailing down his face. You quickly cup your hands under his balls, fondling them in time while taking him in your mouth. A deep, long groan fell from his lips as his hand grabbed onto your head, shoving himself as far as he could get before cumming down your throat.

He didn’t waste another minute before crouching down, gripping onto your chin as he watched you swallow the rest down. A small, satisfied smirk laced his lips, more than content with your obedience. His lips lightly pressed against yours before he pulled back.

Suna huffed at the sight, deciding he wanted a little more attention. He reached his gloved hand between your thighs, circling your clit in quick, fluid motions. With a few flicks of his wrist, he knew exactly how to unravel you. You tighten around him, earning a small groan from him as your last shred of control starts to crumble.

“Gonna cum for us? hm?” Osamu asked, leaning in so his lips ghost yours once again. You could practically feel them on you, if you just moved a little closer you could get a better taste.

“Yes—“ you whine out. “M’gonna cum, please let me cum.” A string of pleases easily flows from your mouth as you feverishly fuck yourself back onto his cock. Your eyes roll back to your head as you teeter on the edge; your mind tiptoeing the brink of divine, heavenly pleasure.

“Yeah? Ready Princess?” Suna calls out from over you. Something cold dragged down your back before running back up it, eliciting chills all over your body, heightening every nerve as it drew you closer to your release. Osamu peers down at you, taking in the look on your face as if he was assessing something before nodding towards Suna, abruptly letting go of your chin. The knife was long forgotten as Suna yanks your head up by your hair, holding something else in front of your face. “Cum.”

There was a bright flash that left as quickly as it came but you couldn’t tell if that was from the blinding pleasure of reaching your peak or if he actually took a picture. Either way, it had you clamping down on his cock, mewling out as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

Suna unceremoniously dropped his hold on you as your head hung back down, attempting to catch your breath. Without Osamu’s cock in your mouth, moans easily slid past your lips, crying out how good you were feeling.

“That’s a good girl.” Osamu said as he smirks at you before his eyes soften slightly. His fingers quickly brushes your face again, caressing it lightly as he murmurs small praises in your ear.

Suna scoffs as he quickly pulls out. The sudden loss fills you with a small relief before crushing disappointment. Feeling this empty didn’t sit right with you, especially since he hadn’t finished yet. As soon as you open your mouth to complain about it, his cock slides down your throat.

“Wanted to see what all the hype was about.” Suna smirks, grabbing onto your hair roughly for leverage. “Now, suck.”

Wasting no time, you took Suna in as deeply as you could, holding his cock in place as he trails the knife along the bulge in your throat.

“Fuck- her mouth does feel good. That’s it—“ He moans, moving his hips forward. You let him use your mouth, drunk on the sounds that were spilling out of his mouth. He looked down at you, mesmerized at how well you could take him. Your hands gripped his hips, pulling him even closer.

“Open your mouth.” he said, taking his cock into his own hands as he swiftly pumped his cock. You open your mouth as wide as you can and stick out your tongue. Suna groaned at the sight before he started to cum. He rested his tip on your tongue as strings of his release shot back into your mouth. You close your lips around his tip, sucking him down more even as he kept cumming. He pulled back shivering from the sensation, panting heavily. “Shit- you and that damn mouth.”

You let out a light laugh as they help you off the counter and get you back on your feet. Suna handed you a small card as Osamu pressed a kiss into your shoulder. The card was a polaroid picture taken at the exact moment you came.

“That’s all yours.” He said, grabbing his mask and getting ready to get dressed again. You step forward and slip the photo back to him.

“Finders keepers.” You purr in his ear, leaving a soft kiss on his earlobe. “Now, care to show me to the next door Mr. Ghostface?”

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sharonisthebettercarter · 4 months

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hugh campbell is literally the tallest member of the boys in the show and it's one a my favorite details<3

they rarely show it off and tend to use camera angles and posture (hughie boi i see you constantly slouching--LOOK AT HIM~<3<3<3 just casually *unintentionally* making butcher appear is *actual size*--) to play up or downplay/switch up height differences, but i kinda love that hughie went from being the second shortest member (comics) of the boys to the literal tallest<3 (butcher was generally in the middle with homie just casually being a head taller than him--, frenchie and mm being the taller guys on the team, love sausage of course being the biggest guy when there~<3<3<3 he still is btw--)

love love LOVE him so fucking much<3<3<3 literally the *only* REAL bear in this damn series (HE STRAIGHT UP BEAR HUGS BILLY IN THE COMIC AHHHHHHHHHHH~<3<3<3!!! we better see moar of him i swears--). mm is a close one, but he's more of a good big papa wolf~<3 butcher's a scraggly dumpster kitten or fuckin' heifer--

i *also* love love LOVE the single inch height increment hughie and billy got goin' on with homie, it's just the cutest most fun thing~<3 it goes--

5'11" (homie<3)

6'0" (billy bean<3<3)

6'1" (not so wee hughie<3<3<3)

6'2" (LOVE SAUSAGE~<3<3<3<3!!)

i see you sandwiched right inbetween those bois there, 'ey billy~<3? ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

throw in mm between billy and homie, it's hard to find a solid height on that bitch<3 (and they *def* keep trying to downplay his height and bulk cause holy FUCK, THAT MAN--) but i'm gonna say he's probably around 5'11.5", closer to 6'0" maybe??

lol for the roughest layout i guess, they tend to bill urban a bit taller than he is (you can tell cause they'll bill quaid at the same numbers but he's definitely taller than urban, also i SWEAR everytime this man is in a photo that's not a solo glamor shot he's tryin' out some jank ass angles always always always leaning *in* to the camera to make himself look *bigger* leik honey you are so fuckin' cute-- and they *def* keep trying to make billy look *way* bigger than he actually is, BILLYYYYYYYYYYY--) but boi, i see you too<3<3<3

i guess maybe a little closer, it might go something like...

5'11" (homie)

5'11.75" (mm)

6'0.5" (billy bean)

6'1.5" (hughie)

in which there's .75 increments, and then a full 1 inch leap from billy to hughie. either way, they're def very close and not a single one is 'small' per se (except compared to love sausage--tho i do bet starr is one of those fuckers to downplay his height so other men get insecure LMAO--), but i just love the sequencing<3<3<3

what i *also* love~?

(bad posture homie lol) homie's reaction to hughie posturing at his full height was fucking amazing. IT WAS OH MY GAWD--i can't. he had his little surprised moment and then made a *pleased* "ooh~<3" and then smirked like THIS--

leik hughie... MAH BOI--i know he *tried* so fucking hard but leik. homelander is just so unthreatened by him that he's fucking *amused* and engaged with hughie *trying* to be brave. *he relaxed further*-- he just... he just doesn't give a shit. and it's horrible. but also *beautiful* because at this point, you can tell he's just so bored out of his mind that he even *welcomes* the challenge in some ways. he is LOVING that people feel so attacked by him without him doing much--LEIK.

there are a couple other unhinged and unsettling *positive* reactions he has to people similarly enough, (his descent into madness in real time--not gonna get into it now lest this post become *all* about homie--) but man oh man~<3

little bit less posture difference here, will say it's silly fandom obsesses over/exaggerates single inch height differences (particularly between homie and billy while ignoring/reversing hughie and billy, leik C'MON--let hughie be his height~<3! also we should be obsessing over the perfect~<3 *sequencing*, DUH--) but it's honestly pretty amazing how much of a nonfactor the height is in general.

for homie, it's pretty obvious he doesn't give a shit as he's particularly relaxed and unbothered by people being taller than him (especially hughie--literally amused by people posturing LEIK--by the gods his reaction to hughie challenging him--I CAN'T IT WAS FUCKING--GOOSEBUMPS~<3<3<3), but it just goes to show. motherfucker is just playing with his food--

BONUS~<3

lmao blurry ass pic of baby urban getting *dwarfed* by dwayne "i'm 5'11" and wear lifts" 'the rock' johnson. (also that mofo got so much bigger leik gotdamn i am actually curious how much more he'd *DWARF* urban cause ya look at him now and just. he ate a truck--ya look at the rock next to a guy leik SHAQ and HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT the differences are staggering leik one inch is nothin' baby--) SWEET BABY JEEZUZ--

bonus bonus~<3

another detail i *love*?

the shorter two (and frenchie~<3<3<3!) have the bigger/longer noses and... *likely* the biggest cocks--

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can-u-not-14 · 9 days

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This Week in the My Chemical Romance Fandom

September 9, 2024:

Frank Iero (Instagram):

Creepy much?

September 10, 2024:

Kristin Colby (Instagram):

Mikey comment tho 🥺

Forget it and cant rally read it but i think its stacyey (Instagram)

Hayley Madison (Instagram):

September 11, 2024:

Frank found in Walmart

September 12, 2024:

Mikey Way (Instagram)

Rahhh

September 13, 2024:

Cute

September 15, 2024:

ignore the notification hehe (scraped_up_knees if ur on tumblr i will find u) i accidentlly sent her her own post bc im kind of an idiot. Y'all go follow her on Instagram tho bc ya she's amazing

September 16, 2024:

Mikey Way (Instagram):

At green at concert

Link here

Frank Iero (Instagram)

Its a video so here is the link

also green day btw

Billy Corgan (Instagram):

look at mikey comment...

Link here

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billie: Sorry we didn't get to catch up as much as I would have liked at the wedding! So many people! Too many drinks! Cute boys! billie: BOTH Aris looked absolutely spectacular, tho, you are the ultimate power couple and I am here for it. billie: Did you have the best time ever??? I wanna know what the highlights were for you. PS: Karaoke is overdue. Officially. I decided. | @aridebxse

#c: ariana

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sheluvslani · 7 months

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Not What It Looks Like Pt. 1

Request: Omg Lani, I’m so fucking high rn and I gots an idea. What about a ghostface Amber fic where she breaks into r’s house as ghostface. I kinda want it to be like in scream 1996 with Tatum where r goes: “don’t kill me Mr ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” But like ghostface/amber spares them for s*x in return. And then r finds out it’s Amber bc of the way ghostface is fucking them. ITS A LOT, I KNOW BUT I FEEL LIKE IM COOKING UP SOMETHING HERE- (anyway, I love your work ;3, keep doing yo shi bsf)

Pairing: Ghostface!Amber x fem!reader

Summary: Ghostface breaks into r’s apartment, fearing for her life, r would do anything to survive.

Warning: Ghostface, breaking in, red text color is ghostface talking, set in scream 5 but with certain characters added from scream 6🤓

A/n: okay Walter white, I see you cooking up something other than that weed :3 I love this request tho, istg I gotta get high more often to create ideas this good LMAO! No but seriously, this sounds amazing and thank you for asking me to write this! (Plus, I find it funny that you censored sex)

You were at your friend Tara’s dorm with the rest of your friend group, playing uno and getting drunk. You were sat down between Tara and your girlfriend Amber. She rested her hand on your thigh as she watched the game, sipping on her beer.

“Uno!” You raised your hands in the air as a sign in victory, the rest of the group groaning and slamming their cards down onto the wooden dining table.

As you cheered and gloated in front of everyone’s face, the news on the TV started blaring, the siren blaring in your ears.

“Breaking News: Blackmore University film student by the name of Jason Carvey was found brutally stabbed in his dorm. The mutilated body of his roommate, Gary Bruckner, has been found crammed inside the fridge. A bloody Ghostface mask was found on the scene, police ran a DNA test and concluded that the mask belonged to Billy Loomis,”

“The infamous Ghostface of Woodsboro,” You and the group finished the sentence in unison. After the Woodsboro attack, the group moved to New York to live a “normal life”

But it looks like the plans gone to shit.

Amber reached over for the remote and shut the TV off. When you looked at her, her expression was stone cold, her jaw clenched as she stared at the blank screen. You originally thought it was from shock, but there was something in the way her lips pursed too hard that made it seem odd.

“It’s probably not even Ghostface this time, just some random looking for a thrill.” Mindy said as she got up to grab another beer.

“I’m sorry, Catherine Obvious, but have you been here for the past year?” Chad waved his hand in front of Mindy’s face when she sat down. “It’s obviously him… they followed us.” He leaned back his chair, drumming his fingers on his arm.

The room was silent for a moment, everyone taking in the information that no one wanted to hear.

“We need to go.” Sam stared down in the middle of the table, her eyes burning holes into the colorful Uno cards.

“Psh, Sam, it’ll be fine. Don’t be dramatic.” Amber smirked as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, her attitude completely different than what it was 10 seconds ago.

Sam threw a death-glance at Amber, about to cuss her out before Anika spoke up,

“Yeah, I think we’ll be fine. If anything, we have cute boy across the street to help us.” Anika smirked as Sam’s face grew a bright red, muttering something under her breath before beelining to her room.

“Well. I say we call it a night.” Chad said as he stretched his arms over his head.

Everyone agreed and collected their belongings while Mindy was (rightfully) the one to help clean up everything.

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Amber had her arm wrapped around your waist as she walked you back to your dorm. When you arrived, Amber softly kissed your cheek as her other hand traveled up your shoulder, her fingers digging into your skin.

“Be safe, y/n. I can’t handle another one of Sam’s hour-long speeches about sticking together.”

You softly chuckled as she swept a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll try. But if anything happens, I’ll call you. Goodnight, Amber.” You softly squeezed her arm before letting go, entering your dorm as you blew her a kiss.

You locked the door behind you, placing your phone and keys on the entryway table. You stretched your arms above your head, your muscles tense from the game and a pounding headache from the news and the amount of alcohol in your system.

You walked into your bedroom, taking off your shoes before grabbing a pair of pajamas and heading to the bathroom, your steps slow and relaxed.

The hot water of the shower rained down on you, your muscles relaxing from the aroma of the lavender bodywash that Amber bought for you. The soap suds ran down your curves, collecting at the foot of the shower before being washed away.

When you finished and wrapped yourself in a towel, you walked to the sink to brush your teeth. The spearmint toothpaste lingered in your mouth before being replaced with the strong taste of the cool mint mouthwash you spat out into the sink.

You put in a black bra and a pair of black panties before grabbing your pajamas. The blue cotton antic stuck to your damp body as you pulled the shirt over your head and stepped into the matching pants.

You threw your dirty clothes into the weaven laundry hamper, the bin rocking against the wall for a split second.

You sat down in front of your vanity, grabbing your brush and running it through the knots in your hair. The brush caught on one particularly big knot in your hair. As you struggled to brush it out, the landline that was sitting on your bedside table started ringing.

“Unknown Number”

The words flashed on the tiny screen as the ringing filled the room.

Once you brushed out the tangle, you reached over to press the “accept” button on the landline.

“Hello? Y/n speaking. ” You called out as you ran a hand through your hair.

“Hello? Is Maria there?” The voice on the other line was adenoidal and croaky.

Maria was your roommate who was currently out of town, visiting her parents.

“No, she’s not available. Might I ask who this is?”

“I’m Joey. I’m in her trig class” The caller cleared their throat.

“Oh yeah? Joey from trigonometry. How come I’ve never heard of you, Joey from trigonometry?” You smirked as you teased the poor person on the other line.

“You sound exactly like how she describes you.”

“She talks about me?

“I don’t think I can really talk about that.”

“What does she say about me?”

“She says that you’re creative. You love reading and TV and movies.”

“Lots of people love movies.”

“Yeah, but she says you love scary movies and that you guys have that in common.”

“She told me the other day, she wonders…” The voice trailed off for a moment before continuing.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Your ear perked up as you faced the landline, the bright green color of the screen stared at you, blinking the numbers over and over again.

“Well, I really liked “X”. It’s great representation of the psycho-biddy genre.”

“Sounds kinda boring to me. Have you ever seen Stab?”

“Once, i think. At a sleepover when I was, like, 12.”

“You lived in Woodsboro when you were a kid and you don’t know Stab?”

Now that, caught your attention. No one exceopt for the rest of the group knew you were from Woodsboro. You picked up the phone, pulling it to your ear as you made your way back into the living room to grab your cell.

“How’d you know I lived in Woodsboro?”

The voice on the other line was replaced by heavy breathing and the sound of rummaging.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Amber.”

“I told you, this isn’t Amber. But you’re looking particularly fetching tonight. Those blue pajamas really fit you.”

“What do you want?” You grabbed your phone and pulled up the dial button, as you pressed in the 9 and 1, the voice boomed again.

“Stop right there, y/n. You call the cops, you die. You hang up the phone, you die. It’s not hard getting into your dorm. Especially when you leave your window unlocked.”

That’s when you felt the slight breeze behind you. As you turned around, you saw that the living room window was wide open, the wind flowing with the curtains.

You bolted to the window, slamming it shut and locking it. You ran into your room, locking the door behind you.

The voice came on the landline again, “Come on, y/n… Don’t be shy, come and find me…”

You searched every nook and cranny in your room, carefully making sure there was no sign of Ghostface here.

When you searched under your bed, you found a bloody Ghostface mask, more blood stuck to your hands the longer you held it… it was easy to recognize this one too…

Mickey Alteri

The 2nd Ghostface

“What the fu-,” was all you could manage to get out before you heard the doors of your closet adjacent to the bed, crashing open. A black-robed figure sprinting at you was the last thing you saw before being tackled to the ground by Ghostface. A knife was pressed against your throat from the person above you, the voice changer crackled with every heavy breath.

“Surprise, y/n.”

#amber freeman x reader #amber freeman #tara carpenter x reader #mikey madison #scream 5 #scream franchise #scream movies #Spotify

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slashers-and-rats · 1 year

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The slashers with a scantily clad s/o? Not to provoke, he's just hot and that's why he's shirtless (or pants) and with short pants (or short shirt) and he goes out like that without caring much since they're only with them ( I prefer Jason and Billy Lenz but he puts Whoever you want)

Gracias y que la pases bonito 😊

a/n: this sounded so cute to me. half of these are a little sexy tho, because. i mean billy’s here, you know how it goes

Slashers with a scantily clad masc!s/o during summer! [softcore!nsfw]

featured slashers: billy lenz, jason vorhees, thomas hewitt, & brahms heelshire

billy lenz :

you were playing a dangerous game. billy was a repressed, easily aroused, constantly horny rat, and here you were, walking around like a slutty piece of cheese.

you didn’t do it on purpose, though. you had never been with someone so easily riled up. plus, it was so fucking hot. of course you’re gonna be wearing nothing but some tight boyshorts. you were sweating like a piggy, splaying yourself out on any cool surface you could find, dying of heat. you didn’t have time to think about how delectable you looked to your boyfriend.

billy would wear his sweater and jeans in the middle of a desert. he didn’t care about heat at all. so in comparison to him, you were naked. and he liked it. he liked that he had a free pass to stare at your body all the time. your chest, your tummy, your thighs, your cute butt, your bulge… it made his mouth water. every time you walked by him, complaining about the heat, he wanted to jump your bones.

he did. frequently. during summer, at least three times a day he was on top of you, lusting over every part of your body. his favourite was when you were laying in front of the fan, and he was rutting against your thigh like a bitch in heat. you were so warm you didn’t even pay attention to him. it stung in an arousing way.

you also always heard his cat calling. from the second you’d step out of a cold shower and start going about your day in your shorts and nothing else, you’d hear him. “slutty piggy. trying to tease, billy, trying to make him act up… such a handsome piggy, so handsome, wanna fuck him… wanna fuck him into the floor… i’ll cool you off - cool you off with my cum! cum all over your face.”

needless to say, he enjoyed summertime more with you around.

jason vorhees :

YOU’RE EMBARRASSING THE BOY

to be fair, jason was the same way during summer. usually he was just wearing some baggy shorts and nothing else. it was too hot even for him. but for some reason, it was different when you did it.

when you walked out of the house and into the sun, going to go check on him in the garden, and he saw your glistening body wearing one of his t-shirts and seemingly nothing else - oh, he couldn’t even look at you.

it confused you at first. he was dramatic with the way he’d avoid eye contact. you’d be talking to him, asking about the flowers he had been planting, and he’d be looking everywhere but at you. you’d get closer, pressing your frame up against his large body, and he’d be practically trembling. he couldn’t help it. he was a sheltered guy, you were his first boyfriend, and you were so perfect.

that being said, as much as he was embarrassed, he was also concerned. it was so hot. he’d fill up a kiddy pool outside with cold water and make you sit in it, despite it making his heart beat ten times too fast. when you laid back in the pool, in just some loose swim trunks, he couldn’t keep his eyes away. it was so hard to pull them off of you.

he liked those days most. the way the water shone off of your body, and the way you relaxed into the coolness of it, it made him happy and a little horny. happy to be able to help you find some relief in this overbearing heat, horny because he wanted to remove that last bit of clothing you wore and go to town on you. sometimes he’d come find you, and press his face into your wet chest, and use it to cool off before getting back to work. it was the only affection he could handle while you were looking so sweet.

thomas hewitt :

he honestly didn’t think much of it. shit was hot as all sin. he got down and naked with you, are you kidding? texas was hell during the summer, and he wasn’t about to suffer just because he felt nervous being around you while half-naked.

you were much newer to all this heat, though. often times you couldn’t stand to be in anything but some tight shorts. you’d be sweating and complaining, cursing at the sun gods. he’d be wearing some loose sweats and a tight tank top, that was practically drenched in sweat from him doing all the house chores for the family.

it was you who was embarrassed. the way his muscles sheened with sweat, the way his hair matted to his forehead, the way he panted hot under the mask, the way he looked at you whenever he had a chance to - it made you so flustered.

he’d come and find you on breaks. he’d check in on you, feeling up your forehead and making you chug as much water as he could. you’d do the same, but he already knew all the tricks to keep cool. you didn’t. he’d hug his body close to yours, almost like he was trying to use his large frame to give you shade. it was so sweet.

at the end of the day, when the cold of the desert began to set in, he’d make you sit with him out on the porch. he’d have you right on his lap, his head resting on the top of yours, and he’d be stroking over your bare arms and thighs. he was like a big teddy bear when he wanted to be. you guys would share an ice tea out there, and you’d tell him about all the bugs you saw that day. he’d just listen and revel in the cool night air, and how good you felt against him.

if it was any other day, he’d be red in the face and barely able to contain himself, but it was too hot to over-sexualize you. he was just happy you weren’t dying of heat stroke.

brahms heelshire :

hands everywhere. he is a grabby bitch. he has not seen a body, especially a man’s body, in a very long time. most of the nanny’s he got were women, and then you were there, with your masculine frame and your nice chest and your cute smile and…

he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. this is a man that will wear his sweater until the day he dies, he refuses to take the mask off, and he just hasn’t had a lot of experience with the naked body. so, you strolling through the house in nothing but your underwear - it made him very excited.

he’d find you wherever you were, and watch you for a bit. you’d see him out of the corner of your eye while you made lemonade, or you’d notice his figure in a window while you sat outside watering the plants. for a long time, all he’d do is stare, and take in every curve and detail.

that wasn’t enough, though. at some point, observing from a distance became a more physical study.

you often found yourself in the living room, as it was one of the colder rooms of the house. while you laid across the couch, listening to a random record, he’d be right there, laying on top of you. usually, he’d have his head down against your chest, listening to your heart beat. it was different when the clothes weren’t there, he could really feel your skin bobbing up and down. along with that, his fingers would be trailing over any inch of skin he could get. he was memorizing it all.

if his mask was off, you could see how focused he was. he needed to be. he needed to gather all this information for later, when he laid in bed and fantasized about that bare body against his in other ways. he was too embarrassed to think of those things while you were present. but the second you were gone… he was day dreaming about all the ways he could feel your skin on his, and what it would taste like if he ran his tongue over it. he couldn’t help it.

#billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #jason vorhees #jason vorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #ask

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rosemarycovet · 1 year

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billy loomis/stu macher x ‘theater/musical kid’ reader

billy

-when I say you annoy billy I mean you ANNOY him😭

-out of no where you start singing and he just side eyes glances at you and roll his eyes with dramatic boom effects 💀

-billy comes to every one of your shows and is either asleep or always admiring you

-billy threatens anyone who is also signing up for the role you want

-he doesn’t want you playing in any romantic scenes that include you kissing/you having a romantic moment with your theater cast mate

-do to jealousy and him being possessive over you

-the only time billy allowed it was in Romeo and Juliet

-Sidney was playing Juliet and steve orths was playing Romeo but steve had bailed and never showed up for the play he barely ever showed up for rehearsal he only showed up when he felt like it so you had to put matters into your own hands and play romeo (if you know this reference Ily 😸it’s literally the photo as well😭✋) You were pissed not because you had to kiss Sidney

-no,you were pissed because steve had bailed now you had to remember your lines as romeo in under a couple hours and had to put a ridiculous wig on It did not look that good on you💀

-billy and randy were sitting in one of the front rows

-billy was falling asleep not paying attention until he hear randy say

“wait..is that (y/n?!”

-randy asked surprised

that caught Billy’s attention when billy realized it was you he was dying of laughter you could hear his laugh all the way in the audience you were so annoyed and pressed by his taunting laugh he actually started crying from how ridiculous you looked

-billy finds it attractive if how competitive you get to get the role you want

-as highly as it annoys billy that you’re a theater/musical kid it makes him happy seeing smile on stage it warms his dark cold heart

-some times billy even invites himself to your rehearsal insisting he should stay

“billy you really don’t have to be here it’s just rehearsal”

“no no no (y/n) you always insist I watch you rehearse ”

“I don’t tho-“

“shh shh shh” he cut you off putting his index up to your mouth shushing you

-you shake your head in annoyance joining your group

-billy rolled his eyes at your group as they rambled and practiced their lines

-but when you talk he was all eyes one you

-surprising to billy he actually liked watching you get into character he like watching you over exaggerate with your act/facial expression

stu

-stu is always fan girling when he sees you on stage in character

-when ever your on stage he has stars in his eyes (they sparkle for you)

-always cheering the loudest for you

-for every one of your shows he buys you a bouquet of flowers to congratulate you

-side eyes/gives sassy attitude to anyone who is trying to get your role

-he would gladly help you reenact/practice your lines/parts

-he thinks it’s fun getting into character with you even if he isn’t apart of the play

-he also finds it cute seeing you act/getting into character

-he loves helping you backstage get dressed into your character

-stu and tatum are your personal make up artist

-whenever the sheets of who got the parts are up on the boards stu yanks your hand running down the halls to see the list

-stu waited outside your class waiting for you to come out ‘c’mon (y/n/n’ stu was getting impatient waiting for you

right when you walked out of class stu yanked your hand “W0ah” you yelped out as you and stu zooming down the halls

when stu ‘politely’ pushed everyone out the way he saw the chart and you got the role you wanted both you and stu squealed as you jumped up and down

-stu was so happy that you were happy he loved seeing your cheeky smile

-stu would give stank face to any one who thought you sucked

-because in stu eyes you were his favorite and best ‘actor’

-you were his theater/musical geek

#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x you #stu macher #stu macher x reader #scream #ghostface #scream 1996

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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okay so- I saw your work about Billy with Wonder woman's adopted daughter reader and it gave me a random idea. Billy trying to hide his crush on her pre-relationship but his siblings ofc noticing and making passing comments about it. Reader doesn't notice but Diana does- And she's just like 👀. Please feel free to change anything tho!

I’ve left this on the back burner for too long but here it is. 🦦

Having a crush on Wonder Woman’s daughter wasn’t on Billy’s bingo card but here he was; pining over the most beautiful, gorgeous, sweet person to ever walk into his life.

As cliche as it sounds but Billy knew someone like you would got for someone like him, rough on the edges that were sharp enough to chase away any curious onlooker. Yet despite the supposed red flags that he believed he possessed, that didn’t stop him from inviting you over to his and Freddy’s table during lunch and asking you about how your architecture, history and art clubs -that he oddly remembered you taking- were going and listen to every word that bypassed your sweet lips.

Freddy, at first, thought Billy was just being nice but when it started happening more frequently and how it only seemed to be you whom Billy would go out of his way to do this for, he quickly caught onto what was going on in front of him, mentally condemning himself for not catching on a lot earlier with how many tricks Billy would use in order to keep you within proximity and talking; completely oblivious to his heart eyes from how involved with the subject matter you were.

Freddy was the first out of the family to notice of his brother’s crush on you and so whenever you were out of earshot, he would take every opportunity to torture him via a shit eating grin and passing commentary on your beauty.

‘She’s cute’ - Freddy

‘Yeah, she sure is.’ - Billy, who had yet to take his eyes off of you.

‘So you admit to thinking that she’s pretty?’ - Freddy, brown raised as a smile tugged at his lips.

‘She’s more then just pretty,’ Billy started, absentmindedly, ‘she’s smart, wickedly smart.’

‘Aww has Billy boy got his first crush?’ - Freddy teased, resting his hands underneath his chin, knowingly.

‘Yea-wait, no I don’t!’ Billy exclaimed but once he realised that he had said that a little too loudly he looked at Freddy as he snickered and hissed, ‘I don’t. Just because I complement them on their smarts don’t mean I got a crush.’

‘Sure it doesn’t.’ Freddy replied before getting serious, ‘look, it’s normal to have a crush, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, everyone gets them and you shouldn’t ostracise yourself from experiencing one just because you don’t think you’re deserving of one. Y/n is a lovely girl and I’m certain she’d be ecstatic to go out with someone like you.’

Mary, Eugene, Pedro and Darla were also quick on the uptake of their brothers infatuation with you and were even quicker on joining in with the passive comments whenever you were invited to theirs for a study session or just to hang out. Hell even Victor and Rosa saw through Billy’s excuses and found it adorable that their son was slowly warming up to the idea of bearing his heart to someone outside of his family; so much so that they tease him by calling you their potential daughter in law and being the mrs Batson to Billy’s Mr Batson.

Darla makes it worse by asking when Billy was going to ask you out and if you’ll become her sister in the distant future while he was drinking on water, which inevitably made him choke on it mid sip.

Poor Billy was flustered with the brightest shade of red streaking across his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. Yet the sight was so amusing to his family that they only made it worse by teasing him even further to the point he had to vacant back to his room. Which wasn’t any better considering he shared it with Freddy, who made it his mission to further tease the poor lad.

Whilst this was all going off, you on the other hand were none the wiser to Billy’s interest in your nor his families lighthearted comments regarding it but your mother sure did and it made her both happy as it did make her protective of her daughter. She was once in love, so much so she would sometimes swore that her love had pushed him into deaths awaiting arms, which she had long since learnt to accept wasn’t the truth and that some humans were just like that sometimes; Brave and courageous even in the most hopeless of circumstances.

However she knew she couldn’t protect you from everything forever and whenever you’d come home and tell her about Billy, a smile would cross her face as she would instantly pickup parts of the re-tellings that only highlighted her suspicion of Billy’s crush on you and seeing how happy he made you by even performing the smallest of things that he did for you, even if it was just listening to the latest happenings of your after school clubs. Diana knew that your’s and Billy’s fates were intertwined in more ways then one.

‘Billy sat at my table today.’ You told your mother.

‘Oh did he now? Didn’t you say he usually sits with his brother?’ Diana asked, a little curious at the sudden change of routine.

‘Oh he said that Freddy was busy elsewhere and that he wanted to sit with me today.’ You explained, not having picked up the cues as well as your mother did as her stance immediately changed to that of a protector.

‘Oh? Was the cafeteria full?’ Diana inquired, already having an idea of what your answer would be.

You made a face of thought, ‘yeah…there were a few free tables but I guess that by sitting with me means that we’re friends,’ you looked to your mother, ‘right?’

‘I guess that’s one way of putting it into prospective,’ she replied, squeezing your shoulder, ‘I’m glad you’ve got a new friend my dear daughter.’ She adds before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Oh yeah, Billy better be careful for who he fallen for because now he has to watch out for your mother hounding his arse of his intentions with you.

Which she does whenever she catches sight of his powered up adult form nearby.

‘My child is not one you should trifle with should your intentions stray towards a dark path Billy Batson,’ your mother warned him, ‘and neither am I. So your heart best be pure for my daughter, so I make myself clear.’

Billy wasn’t quite sure whether he should fangirl over the fact that he was meeting Wonder Woman or piss himself because she was threatening him over you. Either way it only made you all the more worth it in Billy’s eyes.

…I wonder how Jon and Damian would feel if they caught wind of his little crush too?

#dc imagines #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc fic #dc fanfic #shazam x reader #Shazam x you #Shazam imagines #Shazam imagine #Shazam fic #Shazam fanfic #Billy batson imagines #Billy batson imagine #Billy batson x reader #Billy batson fic #Billy batson fanfic

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littlexscarletxwitch · 2 years

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Florence pregnant is such a cute idea and I loved your fic about the baby talk! Can I request a fic on Florence being pregnant and the baby being born? WLW couple, first baby and they are so excited!

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘆

paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, smut (or at least I tried), established relationship, pregnancy

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, language, smut, wlw sex, oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving)

word count: 2,504

note: Thank you for requesting this, I had so much fun writing it. I hope you don't mind I added the smut part, it just sort of happened. I really hope you like it. Also guys, (not sure if anyone actually reads this part) in two days I'm going on holidays, so i don't think I will be able to post anything, maybe some Florence's pictures/videos from time to time. But I can't make any promises. I'll tried to work on more fics tho, so once I'm back I'd just post them. I only have one request left for the moment, so I will try to post that before leaving. Also I was thinking of writing for Wanda and maybe some other Marvel characters. What do you guys think? I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

note 2: Since this is sort of my universe, I decided that a woman can get another woman pregnant so this would be Y/n and Florence's biological child. Yeah, I don't want men around Florence, even if they are fictional and technically created by me. Flo is for the girls, the gays and the theys.

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

It was raining outside when Florence told you the best news ever.

You were looking out the window, admiring the rain. There was something so peaceful about the rain that just calmed you down, as though it was washing away all your worries. Billie sat next to you, cuddling in your thighs. She would stir when hearing thunder and get closer to you, as if looking for your protection.

You were lost in your thoughts that didn’t realise Florence kneeling in front of you until she taped your knee, demanding your attention.

“What is it?” you asked, you couldn’t read what she was feeling but knew she needed you to know something.

“Do you remember me being sick the last couple of days?”

“Yeah, what about it? Are you sick again?”

“No, not quite,” Florence looked at Billie, trying to find some comfort and reassurance in her dog. She was scared of your reaction. “I, um, I realised why I was feeling sick.”

“What was it, baby?” you grabbed her hands and squeezed them softly, letting her know you were listening carefully to every word she was saying. She then looked at you, took a big breath and just spilled the words out of her mouth.

“I’m pregnant,” she mumbled quickly, as if not actually wanting to tell you.

It took you a whole second to understand her words, your eyes lighted up, a small smile forming on your lips. “You are? One hundred percent sure?”

“Yes, I took three tests. All positive,” her eyes were starting to get watery.

You hugged her at the confirmation, tears forming in your eyes. But they weren't sad tears. Florence let out all the breath she had been holding since she saw the results of her tests once she felt your warmth.

“Oh my god. We are going to be mums. I’m so happy. I love you so much, Flo. So so much,” you kissed all her face.

Billie started to bark at the two of you, almost as if she knew that soon there was going to be a little human keeping her company as well.

“You’re not mad?” Florence said, tears now running down her cheeks.

“Why would I be mad? This is the best news ever. I’m going to call my mum, she’s going to love this. I can’t believe this. This is the greatest day of my life,” you kissed her lips and quickly grabbed your phone to tell all your acquaintances about the news.

Florence could only look at you in wonder. She couldn't believe that just minutes ago she was afraid to tell you about this. How silly of her.

[...]

You guys were waiting for the doctor to call you in. Florence was now three months in. Her belly was showing a bit, but not enough to tell if it was a pregnant belly or a beer belly. You thought that it looked good on her, sometimes even hot.

Minutes later you guys were called for the check up. This would be the first time you would look at the screen and see some kind of human resemblance.

Florence was lying in the stretcher, her hand in yours giving you a squeeze. She was so excited to see her baby.

“How are you guys doing?”

“Everything’s just fine, Doc,” she answered.

“Glad to hear that. Okay, let’s take a look at the baby, shall we?” you only squeezed Florence's hand even harder.

A few minutes later, when the doctor was done setting everything up, the screen lit up. At first you couldn’t understand what your eyes were looking at. The doctor said that she was taking measurements of the baby's head, hence the big circle taking up the whole screen. She then moved the instruments further down Florence belly and said that she was now taking measurements of the baby's femur. She did a few more examinations and then said:

“Okay, everything seems good. Now, let’s listen to the baby’s heart beat.” The three of you went silent and then, a second later, the room was filled by a loud thumping noise. “Wow, that’s a strong healthy heart, guys,” you could only smile at Florence, your eyes getting watery in just a second. “Okay, we’re done with the check ups. Let me show what you want,” she moved the instrument along Flo’s belly, and a second later a baby-like image showed on the screen.

“Oh, god,” that was all you could say, mesmerised by the simple image in front of you. They were tiny, and all you could see was just their silhouette, but you knew they were perfect already.

You looked at Florence, tears in the corner of her eyes as well, pecked her lips, and whispered in her ear how much you love her.

[...]

“What about Rafaela?”

“We are not naming the baby after you, Raffie,” the youngest pugh rolled her eyes pretending she was mad at her sister’s response.

You and Florence were having dinner with her family, and the baby’s name came up as a topic for conversations.

“Raffie, I’m sorry. But they are naming the kid after me. Y/n told me earlier, but she didn’t want to upset you,” Toby teased her little sister. You could only roll your eyes at the two of them, trying to hold your smile at Raffie’s clearly now upset face.

“Toby, stop bothering your sister,” Deborah scolded him.

“I actually like the name Toby,” Florence added, just to annoy her sister even further.

“Oh, come on, Flo. We can name our child after your brother of all people,” you winked at Raffie.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Toby asked in disbelief.

You looked at Raffie and the both of you just burst in laughter.

[...]

Florence was now seven months in. Now everyone could tell that you knocked her up.

You guys were watching a marvel movie. Your arm around Florence while your other hand was trailing small circles in her belly, hoping to get the baby moving.

“I always liked the name Natasha,” Florence squinted her eyes at you, trying to tell if you were being serious or not.

“We are not naming our kid after one of your favourite marvel superheroes.”

“Pff, that’s not why I–,” she raised her eyebrow at you. “Okay, fine you got me. What about Natalia?” you tried again.

“Y/n.”

“Okay, fine. You’re boring.”

“Oh, yeah?” a grin forming on her face. “Am I boring when I do this?” she moved her mouth to your neck, her breath instantly making you shiver but then it turned into a burning feeling once she gently kissed your sensitive skin.

“You are a bit less boring now,” you tried to suppress a whimper escaping from your mouth.

“What if I do this?” her hand moved down your shirt to find your breast, you silently thanked god that you weren’t wearing a bra.

As soon as her hand touched your sensitive nipple a moan escaped from your mouth, but was quickly cut off with Florence’s lips. Her tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, more moans falling from your mouth but muffled by Florence’s lips. Her hands trailing circles and pinching your nipple.

Once you guys pulled apart to take a breath, she took off your shirt, your whole chest now on display and for her to touch as she wanted. Her right hand went straight to your left breast while her mouth went straight for your right nipple. Her tongue circling it, sometimes even biting it.

She then moved her lips further down your body, leaving love bites all over your abdomen. Once she reached your shorts, you helped her take them off of you. Panties included. Now you were all hers. She kissed the insides of your tights, getting closer to your core, where you needed her the most.

“Flo…” you trailed off, not being able to say much, your mind too foggy to think of anything else but her.

She licked up your slit, earning a moan from you. A grin on her face knowing you were all hers, in that moment and for the rest of your life. She put her mouth and tongue to work, sucking and licking as much as she could. She tasted your wetness on her lips making her aroused.

“Stop teasing,” you begged her.

“What do you need, baby?” her hot breath caused goosebumps. Florence knew what you needed —what you wanted. But she needed to hear from you first. Being pregnant made Florence even hornier than when she wasn’t. She blamed it on the hormones. But truth be told, she had always been this horny, but only for you. There was something about you that made her knees go weak everytime she got a glimpse of your body.

“Your fingers,” a whimper escaped from your lips once she bit your core. “I need your fingers, Flo.”

Without wasting another second Florence pushed two fingers inside you, a small cry came out of your mouth.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well,” you said before getting her tongue back to work.

She curled her fingers inside you and stared a small pace, out and in of you, while her tongue attacked your clit. You were a mess under her. Your knuckles were turning white from your thigh grip on the bed sheets, your back arching at her touch, your legs spreading wide open for her to have more access to you.

She started to thrust her fingers in you faster once she noticed you were close to your realise. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Florence moved her head up just a bit so she could see your face. Your lips were apart, moans coming out of them, your brows were furrowed, she enjoyed that view. Especially you moaning out her name over and over again.

You felt the knot in your stomach tightening, you knew you were about to finish. “Flo…” you whispered.

“Let go, baby,” and as if on cue, you felt the knot disappear, your hand moved to her head, pushing her even closer to you, her tongue making you scream her name. A soft moan escaped from Florence lips while trying to suck all of your juices.

She guided you while coming out of your high, her fingers slowly moving out of you. She then sucked at her fingers, wanting to get as much of you as she could. You already missed her fingers inside of you.

“So sweet,” she said tasting you on her fingers. Then lied next to you, kissing your forehead.

“I love you,” you muttered, already getting sleepy.

“I love you more,” she replied, covering both of your bodies with the bedsheets.

[...]

About three months later, you and Florence were doing some gardening when Florence felt her legs get wet.

“Um, Y/n, I think my water just broke.”

“Oh, shit. Holy fuck. Oh my god is happening, oh my god,” you rushed inside to get the bag you and Florence had packed a few days ago, knowing the baby would come any day. “Holy shit, Flo, we have everything right? Did you…?

“Y/n, calm down. It’s going to be fine,” she squeezed your shoulder.

“I think I’m going to faint, baby,” you eyes rolled back for a second, Florence shaking you body so it would work properly.

“Don’t you dare pass out on me, Y/n. I’m the one about to pull a baby out of me, okay? Keep it together,” she suppressed the need to slap some sense into you.

[...]

You couldn’t stop looking at her, mesmerised by her entirely.

You had been waiting for 9 months and now there she was. You thought the greatest day of your life was when Florence told you she was pregnant, but now this was the greatest day of your life. The day that your daughter had been born.

Florence had given birth to your beautiful daughter just an hour ago. Once your ears were filled by her loud crying, tears forming in your eyes as well as in Florence’s. This was the moment the both of you had been waiting for the last 9 months —meeting her. And god, she was perfect. The first thing you recognized in your daughter was Florence’s little nose, you chuckled at the similarity.

Not only was she healthy but she was breathtaking. You knew all born babies were ugly, that was the rule of life. But it seemed that for some reason the rule didn’t apply to your babygirl. Because she was the most beautiful person you had ever seen, as beautiful and mesmerising as your Florence. You couldn't be more proud of her, for growing this little human inside of her.

“I love her so much already,” you whispered to Florence, trying not to disturbed the baby in her arms.

“She’s as perfect as you are,” a smile plastered on her face once she looked at you.

“Oh, come on, those are your genes. Just look at her,” you kissed Florence’s forehead. She giggled at your words.

“You want to hold her?” she was already giving the tiny human to you.

Once she was in your arms, you felt completed. Not that anything was missing, but it was as if things should have always been this way. With Florence right by your side. The baby stirred under your hands, getting used to your warmth and touch, but it was af she could tell that it was her mama holding her and stop moving around, falling back into her sleep. You poked her hand with your pinky finger, trying your best to not disturb her but you wanted to touch her, as though you were making sure she was real. You gasped once her tiny hand opened and grabbed your pinky finger.

Florence was looking at the both of you with watery eyes. She couldn’t believe that her daughter was finally there with her, you holding her close to your chest. She didn’t know she could love someone as much as she loved you, and there it was, right in front of her. She couldn't wait for everyone to meet her. She knew she would be loved by everyone, but loved the most by the two of you.

“What about Daisy?” you whispered to Florence.

“Are you sure it’s not a marvel character?” she teased you.

You looked at her, trying to find an answer, the truth was that it was a marvel character’s name, but you had always loved that name regardless of that.

“I, um…” she chuckled at your missing words.

“It’s perfect. Little Daisy,” your eyes lit up at her words.

“Little Daisy,” you repeated, it did sound perfect.

[...]

Bonus scene (moments before driving Florence to the hospital):

911 operator: 911, what’s your emergency?

Y/n: Yeah, my wife is going into labour *trying to not freak out*

911 operator: Is this her first child?

Florence: DON’T YOU DARE.

Y/n: No, this is her wife.

(I thought this would be funny)

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! <3

-M

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x you #mum florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x fem reader #mum florence pugh #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh smut #florence pugh fluff #littlexscarletxwitch's fic #requests by lovely anons ‘๑’#your fav florence pugh blog <3

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i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs · 29 days

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Okay, rewatching 06×02 today! Let's go!

(future me here: this episode is 52 minutes long, why the fuck did I take ≈1h30 to write all of this. ;-;)

1) Hospital

Holy shit, I forgot how intense that whole scene is.

My poor baby's dying here. :((

2) Dustin and Steve

They're so awkward lol--

Feels weird to watch them like that after two and a half season of them being beasties, plus the whole fandom "mama Steve" thing.

Also,

Dustin: How do I know it's not a lizard? Because it's face opened up and it ate my cat.

THE WAY STEVE NODDED LIKE "yeah, fair enough" I CAN'T

I like how Steve middely belived Dustin about Dart tho, it shows how his character development is starting to actually happen but isn't really advanced yet. Idk.

3) Hospital

(the way Mike is just next to Will and watching at him like he's going to disappear if he stops looking makes me so happy TuT)

Joyce is such a badass protective mother I love her.

These damn scientist better be scared.

4) Nancy, Jonathan, and Murray

Badass detectives and journalists ✨

Love how Jancy got Murray'd. His talk is just SO iconic, I love it so much. 😌

Also, "Oh. Steve. We like Steve." THAT WAS SO UNNECESSARILY FUNNY HELP ME

5) Nancy and Jonathan

Oh my gosh just kiss already.

(kiss scene happens)

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT I DIDN'T MEAN THAT LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK JUMPSCARE 😰😰

(I actually forgot that they did, in fact, kiss here, and I was NOT prepared help me)

6) Lucas a Dustin (+Erica and Steve)

Love Erica's sassy self, but as an older sibling myself I would NOT like to have her as my sister. She's nosy as fuck.

Anyway, love how Lucas immediately apologize and how Dustin explain the situation so clearly. Love my boys. :)

7) Hopper and the scientists

Hopper: Why aren't you burning it?

Owens: There's been a complication.

Uh. That's one way to put it I guess.

8) Joyce and Bob (+ Will and Mike)

Love how Bob is still hella confused, but is trying to be supportive of Joyce. He would've been such a great dad and husband... Just, not the the Byers. :(

(Mike sleeping in the chair next to Will's bed and waking up right after him ToT💕💕)

Will is already forgetting things, my poor baby. :((

9) Nancy, Jonathan, and Murray

The breakfast scene is so funny help me--

Poor Jonathan has no idea what's going to happen once he gets back home. :(

Murray is so "weird oncle that you see once every ten years and has no idea what he's up to the rest of the time" coded lmao

10) Lucas and Max (+ Billy(ew))

I'm still mad at Billy for breaking Max's skateboard by the way this guy's a grade A asshole.

Anyway, I like how Lucas immediately went to bring Max with him, it's pretty cute. Tho, it's definitely the raison for many other problems after that so, maybe not his best idea. :(

Love that Max is hiding Lucas from Billy, she knows his racist ass would beat the shit out of him.

11) Will and the others

("That' my friend. Mike." MIKE'S TINNY SMILE AAAAAHHHH!!! TOT💕💕)

The fuck is wrong with that guy?? He told you he could feel it, why did you have to actually burn this God damn vine thing??? What is wrong with him???? That's literally just torture!! And toward a child!!! I hate them so much.

My poor son. :((

12) Joyce, Hopper, Owens

That was honestly pretty interesting.

13) Dustin and Steve

Honestly Steve's love advices are pretty... Uh. Mid. Honestly. But I guess it works for him because he's hot and popular or something. (Well used to work, but yk)

But I love this line in particular:

Steve: She's only gonna break your heart, and you're way too young for that shit.

He's speaking from experience here. He's talking about Nancy.

You know, he was saying how she's "different than other girls" (probably because he actually fell in love with her a little), and Dustin started saying that Max's different too. And Steve was like: "Wait. You're not falling in love with this girl right?" And when Dustin told him that he isn't, he says "Good. Don't." A d then this ligne that I highlighted earlier. Because Steve is going through a heartbreak, and he doesn't want Dustin to feel like he does.

Which is actually pretty sweet if you think about it! :)

Anyway, the hair advice is also just so sweet, it's adorable how Steve's trying to help Dustin with girls, I love them they're so siblings. TuT💕

14) Hopper and "Eleven"

That whole scene was just so :(((

He's going to have such a bad breakdown when he'll be back :((

15) the scientists

I am calm. I am very calm. I am absolutely not rooting for the death of these assholes. I. Am. Calm. Relaxed. Chilling. Breathing. 🙂

16) Joyce, Bob (+Will)

We love a (trying to be) supportive boyfriend..! Yay. :')

(Honestly Noah did such an amazing job in this whole season, the way Will is just blankly starting at the celling without blinking is so unsettling and impressive)

17) Will and Mike

WE LOVE AN (ACTUALLY) SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND!! YAY!!! >:'D

But seriously, you can see the difference between how Bob and Mike handle this whole situation so clearly it's crazy.

Bob is trying to comfort Joyce by giving her a possibility to be "normal" once all this is done, which is clearly not helping much and is also involuntarily dismissive of her fears.

Meanwhile, Mike is helping Will by trying to understand what he's experiencing, and he is never dismissing him. He uses the terms that Will put on what he sees. And, especially, he is not scared of him. He's treating him like he normally would, just with a bit more worry in his eyes and caution is his mouvements, but that's it. And that's exactly what Will needs. I love them so much.

18) Dustin and Lucas (+ Steve and Max)

(Dustin and Steve are so siblings kskdjqldkbdb I love them sm)

Love that they talk about stuff and how Lucas extend his hand first because he "drew first blood". It's sweet. :)

19) Jonathan and Nancy

Our favorite detective/journalists couple are on the way!!

20) Will (+others)

(the way Mike is almost always the closest person to Will jdkdodksj ToT💕)

You know, I kinda like Dr Owens. He's the most decent out of all these assholes scientists.

21.1) Scientists

Random scientist: Alright, let's see if this kid's a wizard of a schizo.

This line has no right to be this damn funny. >:(

21.2) the vehicle graveyard (or smt)

Whoa, they're doing all that so fucking fast :0

It's pretty cool!!

22) Steve, Dustin, Max

Rip Dustin's crush, it was fun while it lasted 🫡

23) Lumax

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGJHHLJDTLUTDDRULLXUULHFLUTDOYRSOGYOGOYGIYLUXTIDYFDIYDYI MY CHILDREN I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH THEY'RE SO ADORABLE I'M DYING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!! ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽💕💕💕

Anyway, sorry. But seriously, lumax is my second favorite couple/ship of ST and I love them so much. This scene is definitely on of my favorites!! :)

Also,

Lucas: I like talking with you, Mad Max.

Max: And I like talking with you, stalker.

RELATIONSHIP BUILDINGS FOR MY BABIES *pterodactyl scream*

(Sorry.)

24) The vehicle graveyard

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT HOW AWESOME THAT SCENE IS!!

Love how Dustin thinks that Steve's awesome, it's cute. :)

And Lumax hold handing! :3

Honestly the actors did an absolutely crazy amazing job here, I can't even imagine the scene without the demodogs, and they had to act without them?? Super impressive.

25.1) The scientists + Hopper

That scene is so cool. Love how Hopper immediately recognize the "graveyard" lol--

25.2) Will, Mike, Joyce (+Bob ig)

The way Mike almost immediately understood what Will was saying is crazy. And then assholes are calling him stupid, istg. *eyes roll*

Anyway, my poor baby Will is GOING THROUGH IT, once again. :((

Also, I've said this before and I'll say it again, but Noah's acting is absolutely amazing here. He gave me literal chills!

And Finn too!! The way you can immediately see the exact moment were the realization hits Mike is absolutely incredible.

Loves these guys.

Annnnnddd, here comes the end of this episode. That was a rollercoaster.

#stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 2 rewatch #stranger things rewatch #st2 rewatch #st2 #06×02 #The Spy #byler #lumax

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